#meanwhile jason looks like he's on his 30's

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

It's March and Jason's fifteen in this chapter.

Chapters: 30/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Thirty: Pain

Jason's sleep was restless and plagued with disturbing dreams that he couldn't seem to wake from. "Jason?" his mother's voice called.

"Mom?" Jason asked as he felt the walls of darkness surrounding him. As they closed in, he pushed and kicked, trying to force his way out until he could no longer move. "Mom? Mom!" He started to sob as he cried for her.

"Jason, I'm right here," Catherine whispered calmly.

"Help me! Mom, please!" Jason cried. He could feel her hand on his arm, and he sat up in bed. He looked straight ahead at the open door.

"Jason, it's alright," Rachel whispered as she touched his arm. Jason swatted her hand away out of shock. "You're safe here."

Jason covered his face with his hands, and he held his breath for a second. "How did you get in here?" Jason asked.

"I came to talk to you, and I heard you scream," she whispered, "I'm sorry..."

Jason's heart dropped. "No," he whispered.

"Oh no, I meant that I was sorry for frightening you... And I came to warn you about your anger," Rachel whispered. Jason shook his head.

"I'm not—."

"You're masking your feelings, but it doesn't keep me from feeling them," she whispered. Jason hugged his knees. "I'd like to spend some time with you after breakfast tomorrow." He blinked hard and nodded as she stood up and left the room.

He flopped back onto the bed and lay staring up at the ceiling. He turned on his side and started to cry until he fell asleep again. He woke up early and wandered the house with a sick feeling in his stomach. He found Dick training alone in an upstairs room. "Dick?" Jason whispered. Dick turned to him and offered a sad smile.

"Wanna join me?" Dick replied. Jason hesitated for a moment.

"Did my dad call?" Jason asked. Dick shook his head. "I'll join you." Dick planted his feet and waited for Jason to take his stance.

After half an hour of training with Jason, Dick could tell that Jason was getting angrier and angrier, and as his anger increased, his force did as well. Dick continued on with him for another twenty minutes until Jason headbutted him in the nose. "Okay! Time out!" Dick yelled as he held his shirt to his nose. Jason blinked hard as he backed away. "You alright?"

"I—. I'm sorry," Jason replied before running off. Dick cursed under his breath before going to follow him.

"Jason!" Dick called. Jason was long gone by the time Dick got out to the hallway. Donna came out into the hall.

"What happened to your nose?" Donna asked.

"Jason... It was an accident. Did you see him?" Dick asked. Donna shook her head. "He's trying to hold it in, but he's so angry."

Donna's shoulders dropped. "Maybe he just needs some space—."

"He's bottling it all up," Dick replied, "And I just—. I worry about him. He's a good kid, Donna."

"I'm sure he's a good kid, but this is a lot to process for a kid his age," Donna whispered, "Give him a minute, and go wash your face." She placed a hand on Dick's shoulder, and he sighed.

Meanwhile, Jason, who made his way up to the roof, paced back and forth in a panic. Jason took a few shaky breaths as he walked along the ledge. When Jason found the right place, Jason sat down. He ran a hand through his hair, and Jason started to meditate. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he sniffed as he tried to soothe himself. The door opened behind him, and Jason wiped his face with his sleeve. "I didn't mean—."

"Mind if I sit with you?" Rachel asked.

Jason sniffed and nodded. Jason didn't say anything to Rachel. Instead, he just sat there in silence and closed his eyes. She closed her eyes as well.

"You aren't alone," she whispered. Jason opened his mouth to speak before he realized her voice was in his head.

"You could've knocked first," Jason joked half-heartedly in his thoughts.

"It won't be what you expect," Rachel replied cryptically.

"I still want to kill him—."

"Oh, that too... But, there's something else. You have to learn to let go," she explained a little further. Jason shook his head.

"If you know what I'm planning to do, how come you haven't told anyone yet?" Jason asked.

"Because I don't think you want to hurt anyone. I think you just want to stop hurting," Rachel whispered, "And I want you to know that there are other ways to do that." Jason took a deep breath.

"You're wrong. I don't think I'll ever stop feeling like this... I just want to make him pay," Jason replied as he stood up and went back inside.

He just wanted to be alone, somewhere where no one could bother him. He looked through the building, but it seemed as if everywhere he went, there was noise, laughter, life. Eventually, Jason ran into Dick, who grabbed his arms. "Hey, it's—." Jason burst into tears, and Dick hugged him as tightly as he could. "I've got you."

"I wanna go home," Jason cried. Dick chewed his lip as he tried to hold back tears of his own, and he nodded.

"I know... And you will when it's time," Dick reassured him. He let Jason cry it out for a while before he let go.

"I'm sorry," Jason sniffed. Dick shrugged.

"Don't worry about it... Are you okay?" Dick asked. Jason shook his head. "To tell the truth, I've been scared to ask you how you feel."

"Why?" Jason asked.

Dick sat on the counter. "I'm scared you'll tell me the truth," Dick answered.

"When I was thirteen, I told my therapist that I wasn't happy... I was alone before Barbara and my dad, and that was okay. I was getting used to being by myself before them. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to be with them," Jason whispered as he leaned against the counter next to Dick. "And part of me is upset because they were hurt and I wasn't there... And I think that was purposeful. 'Cause, for the first time, I felt like someone told me that I'm not a Gordon." Jason took a deep breath. "I know it doesn't matter what that clown thinks of me, but it still doesn't hurt any less."

"Well, Jason, you're right. It doesn't matter what he thinks. I know you're a Gordon, to Barbara and Jim you're a Gordon, and so does Bruce and anyone and everyone who matters... Most importantly, you know who you are. No one can take that from you, Jason," Dick reassured him. Jason sighed.

"I still think you're out of your mind," Jason whispered. Dick chuckled.

"I get that a lot," he smiled, "Can I ask about that boy from—."

"He's my boyfriend," Jason answered. Dick raised an eyebrow.

"How long have you two been together?" Dick asked.

"It'll be two years in November," Jason replied, "Is Clark Kent Superman?"

"No, he's just a—. Please stop giving me that look," Dick replied as Jason studied him. "He's just a friend of the family... And Bruce and Lois dated once."

"Eww," Jason replied. Dick laughed and elbowed him playfully.

"Why is that gross to you?" Dick chuckled.

"It just is," Jason laughed.

"Kind of off-topic, but I just wanted to say I kind of see you like a brother," Dick confessed.

"In a 'you wish I was never born' kind of way or..."

Dick grabbed an orange from the counter and offered Jason half. "No, I mean, I wish we were brothers sometimes... Like when I come to visit, and we hang out, it feels like we're brothers," Dick confessed. Jason smiled as he ate his half.

Once they were done eating, Dick noticed that Jason's smile faded. "What's wrong?" Dick asked.

"I just wish they would call," Jason whispered.

[praphit]

Scream 6: Happy Women’s History Month!

Let me start off by saying that I am not a fan of this franchise. I like the first one, the second one is ok, but the rest?? - meh. I just can't go with it, you know?? I tried. There are always too many times when I say "Wait, what?" And yet, the "Fast & Furious" franchise; I'm 100% bought.

I know that makes no sense.

Maybe it's because I'm a child of Jason Voorhees. 

I hold all slashers to his standards of art, comedy, and excellence:)

Meanwhile, 

Ghostface is clumsy, kinda stupid, chatty, sloppy, reckless, and always has a partner. Teamwork is for heroes, villains are supposed to be able to do it all by themselves.

So, why did I watch this? - Women's History Month. Yep. A friend of mine (a woman) asked me to go with her to see it. Normally, I would have told this friend to kick rocks, but I figured since we're honoring women this month... that it's the least I can do :) Just trying to do my part.

If you're not caught up with this franchise, it doesn't matter. We all know the basics, and the basics still apply. It's a rated R Scooby Doo (Who dun done it?! Let’s take off their mask and see). Kinda like the show "Velma", 

but with better writing.

  Idk how many ghostface's we're up too now (that's another thing about him - he/she always dies, but somehow the masks are still getting manufactured and some new psychopath picks up where the last one left off), but he's back, and this time he's in NY. And this time, he's not chasing Sidney. 

Sorry, Sid, but apparently he got bored with you, and is now chasing after someone younger. Happy Women's History Month!

The youth I speak of are the same yoots from the last movie:

THE CORE FOUR (they call themselves):

We've got the trauma sisters (what I’m calling them). 

They've been through a lot. People keep getting murdered around them. They're trying to move on, but it's hard when Ghostface keeps tracking them down. Some of you kids out there might think you've got it bad, but at least there's no murderer hunting you down. Imagine your life like this: You try to go to college and get your education on, but here comes Ghostface to your classroom. You try to have a party and get into some sexy-time action with some drunken, shady, stranger, and here comes Ghostface. (side note: Jenna Ortega’s character does this - idk how old she is... 20ish maybe, but she looks like a teenager, so when some guy who looks like he’s in his 30′s tries to take her upstairs, it comes across to me like we have an R.Kelly situation on our hands)

You try to make a TikTok video alone in your room, and here comes Ghostface. You try to get a Big Mac with cheese from Mickey D’s, and you guessed it - Ghostface is there, ready to take your order.

Damn, dude! Either kill them or let them live! You gotta admire these young ladies. Despite the crud that this world keeps throwing their way, they find the strength to keep on keeping on. Happy Women's History Month :)

We also have... I forgot his name... we’ll call him Macho Man. He's the protector of the group, so he thinks. He's a level 10 bro. And no guy is good enough to be around the ladies in his life except for him. Isn't that sweet?? What would we do without our "protectors"?

And then there's the movie nerd.

She's the one who explains all of the movie meta stuff that's going on. One thing I can appreciate about her is that she leans into her nerdiness. But, that appreciation did not stop me from wanting to choke her out every time she talked. It's not completely her fault, cuz this franchise's schtick got old for me in the 3rd installment, but I'm placing all of the blame on her. Seriously, she could not have been more annoying. It was painful for me. I couldn't stop squirming through her monologues. I was gnashing my teeth. I thought I was turning into Ghostface. This movie almost became the crux of my villain origin story.

Look, the kills in this movie were multiplied, as they should be, but honesly, I think Ghostface could have killed MORE... OR this movie needed to be shorter, and cut out all of the emotional gush-gush from The Core Four. I have never rooted so hard for the "heroes" of a story to be killed. I wanted them all to go, including Ghostface. Perhaps I’m remembering it wrong, but weren’t the OG characters of “Scream” likeable? Not all of them, but enough, right?? (or maybe it was just Dewey - idk)

Everybody here is so ughckq... not one likeable character in this movie. I was rooting for something biblical to happen:

God interrupts Movie Nerd's monologue and says "ENOUGH! THIS IS HORRIBLE!" Then, he sends an angel to blow up the town. Everybody is dead. God says "Amen" and they roll the credits, but that's not what happens.

Everyone is so whiny! Not just the kids, but the adults too. Is that just what we are now? Maybe it's true to reality. Are we all whiny? Have my eyes just been opened?

Trauma sisters, I respect your strength, but don't TRY to move on with your lives, DO IT. There are ways! Adele uses grammy award winning music. Batman uses revenge, Chris Rock uses Netflix specials. Do something! Who's that lady? um... The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. She's been through worst shit than y'all, and look at her! She ain't bitchin about it! She’s bout it bout it! She got tough! and carved out a new life for herself. Look at her - 

  she’s living the dream!

Macho Man! AM I supposed to like you? All men know his game! He points out to the lady that he wants (he’s trying to score with Ortega), that the men she's been seeking are toxic (and well over 30). What she really needs is a guy like him. We all know that game! I think... do women know that game? I think they do... idk Happy Women's History Month! While Macho Man is not quite the picture of "toxic masculinity" he's close enough. He's like diet TM.

And don't get me started on Movie Nerd. She sparked this rant in me!

Ghostface! Kill! Kill them all! But, you won't will you?? You'll kill (awesomely) through NY. Bursting on the scene whenever The Core Four try to get some down time, but like every other part of this franchise, you'll never kill the main person/people whom you actually set out to kill.

These four are lucky that I didn't become Ghostface, cuz this movie would have only been about 30mins long, if that! I'd break in to their home, and call them to play a game alerting them to what I'm up to? NO! I'd kill them! I'm not going to let the trauma sisters take up valuable screen time to whine about their problems. I'm not going to allow Macho Man to... well, maybe a lil sexy-time action with the ladies before I kill him... bros before hoes, am I right?? (Happy Women's History Month). And I would definitely end Movie Nerd's reign of Annoyance. 

*WHEW* sorry... that's been building up for a while. It kept me up. Seriously... I'm up early, typing right now, cuz I had this rant in me, and it was keeping me from rest. Now, I can move on. See, trauma sisters, that's how you do it! You move on! You don't take a break while running from the killer to have an emotional pow wow. Now, is NOT the time! You're being hunted! DAG GON YOU! Ghostface, kill them! *WHEW* *clearing throat* sorry again. That's... the last drop, I think.

It wasn't all bad. Like I said, the kills are awesome. More blood in this one than the others, I think. You’ve gotta hand it to Ghostface, the man loves his work. I like his gusto. If he does catch you in this movie, he’s going to stab you like 35 times - that’s solid work ethic. The camera work for these kills is on point. Ghostface ain't playing around with all of the stabbing. You'll feel that shit, and that's why most people are there. I also LOVED the first scene. LOVED! I didn't see that coming at all. But, then... same ol bullshit. And that's the thing, I'm not about this brand of bullshit, but if you are, then it'll be just as enjoyable for you as the others. But, for a casual ( I use that word lightly) fan ------ Grade: D

I wondered to my friend (who's lucky that I love her) if the message over these types of movies are positive for women. I don't have the answer to that question. I mean, these "final girls (women)" are strong, but they've been through a whole lot, and don't seem all that healthy. They're bitter, angry, depressed, tired, lonely in some cases... that's a lot of pain/death they've been around.

Can we do better? Again, I don't know.

What if the woman is the lead antagonist? She hunts down the men for a change... although unless the writers let her win (which would be letting the murderer win) she'll end up being beaten up by a bunch of men... that doesn't look good.

But, what if...

Ok, what if there's some sort of alien entity that takes over the woman, and she becomes empowered. During the day she becomes powerful, independent, successful, glorious, and at night this entity leads her to kill... a lot. No, like A LOT - she's a beast. (look, we've gotta make money off this thing:). She'll only kill men... white men... Republican white men (kidding:)... but definitely white men who love Tucker Carlson. This way when she inevitably is defeated, they won't be killing the woman per se, but the empowered, successful monster that she has beco.... hmmm... Shoot... Maybe this is the best that we can do.

Happy Women's History Month!

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#5

Anima, Animus

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman

Rating: T

Category: Gen

Chapter 1/?

Words: 3,060

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jason Todd, Jazz Fenton, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Bruce Wayne, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Gotham City, Original Antagonist Character(s)

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Danny Fenton and Jason Todd are siblings, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, sharing dreams, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Adopted Danny Fenton, Blood and Gore, Genius Loci, Child Neglect, The Fentons' A+ Parenting

Summary: There is a darkness growing in Gotham. One that is far different from the comfortable shadows and familiar fiends that the Bat-family is used to. It is preying on their people and making life even more dangerous than usual. They need an expert to find out what is happening to their city.

Halfway across the country, ghostly hero Danny Fenton is having dreams that belong to someone else: his long-lost brother Jason Todd.

(Link to AO3)

146 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

#4

The Night Will Come but Not to Stay

Fandoms: Batman, Danny Phantom

Rating: T 

Category: F/M

Words: 2,397

Ships: Anger Management (Jason Todd/Jazz Fenton)

Characters: Jason Todd, Jazz Fenton

Other tags: Meet Cute, College AU, but NOT a no powers/no superheroes AU, Jazz is a psychopomp

Summary: Jazz is excited about going to Gotham University for college. It's halfway across the country from Amity Park and anyone who knows about her weird family or ghost nonsense. Finally, she can pretend to be a normal woman who just wants to go into psychiatry. She meets a cute guy named Jason, and they seem to be getting along great.

Jason finally decided to put aside his vigilante work long enough to get a degree. He's learning how to be a normal person again, with a family that cares for him. He's even made a few civilian friends, including a cute girl named Jazz.

Surely, nothing could come up that would reveal their other lives to each other.

(AO3 Link)

163 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#3

Rec List for Fandom Newbies

One of my mutuals on my main asked me about DP and so I recced them some fics that I thought might help explain the main ideas of the fandom. SO here is that list (and also just some other fun fics I like because). 

Under the cut because this is kinda long!

The Trouble with Ghosts by @ladylynse

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16359695

This is a really cool fic that I think introduces a lot of the main themes of the show. Danny is injured by the Red Huntress/Valerie and one of her new weapons weakens his powers. One of his school teachers ends up being roped into helping Danny. Once the teacher realizes that Danny Fenton IS Danny Phantom, he tries to convince Danny to come clean to his parents. Unfortunately, Red and her benefactor Vlad are still looking for Danny.

Under the Milky Way by The Lord of Chaos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31012328

This one explores the relationship between Danny and his parents, especially his mom. She is injured in a ghost attack, and Danny has to deal with the fact that he destroyed the ghost who did it. He tries to convince her that ghosts aren’t all bad. Meanwhile there are a lot of headcanon ideas tossed around about how becoming half-ghost might have affected Danny mentally. 

Hunter and Hunted by ScarabKnight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26969050

Ship: Danny/Valerie (Gray Ghost)

Danny and Valerie are trapped together in a snowstorm, and Danny is injured. Vlad is hunting them down. It’s a good opportunity for them to work out their differences and work together to deal with a common enemy!

Identified by VampireBadger

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29475729

An alternate ending fic. At the end of one episode, Danny’s clone flies off to travel the world despite being barely a year old and looking 12. In this fic, he and Valerie are like “yeah how about you don’t do that actually??” It’s a fluffy reveal fic.

Just a Thing that Girls Do by newdog14

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35037841

Really short, fun fic where Danny gets summoned by some kids. 

How You’ve Changed by thatgirl_youknowtheone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11440641

Short, creepy story where Danny’s mom realizes something is Very Wrong with her son.

The Lunch Club by MyAibou

https://archiveofourown.org/works/101651/chapters/139300

Ship: pre-Danny/Sam (Amethyst Ocean)

A play on The Breakfast Club. The show never tells us how the trio became friends. This is one author’s idea: Tucker and Danny were friends forever, but they met Sam in middle school detention. Danny got a crush. 

Anniversary by deathcomes4u

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34302400

Ship: Danny/Sam/Tucker (Everlasting Trio)

Not finished, but a really interesting fic where Danny is outed to his class and has to deal with the fallout. Also the trio are together because it’s fun.

See the full post

182 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#2

I commissioned the fantastic @herbatahleb for a picture of Jason and Danny reading together, and they did an incredible job! This is so damn cute! 

If you can please please go support them.

183 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Shoutout to @bibliophilea for getting me with the locket when i do not even follow them

330 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

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[herstarburststories]

Batfam Headcanon: Pregnancy

✾ Request: Can I request a batfam headcanon? Batboys reactions when Kory says she’s pregnant of Mar’i. Btw love you page💕

✾ A/N: You teased me about dickkory, now you got a bible. That’s how it goes. Also, added Babs, Alfred and Bruce as bonus. And I’m glad you enjoy my work! Ps: I barely know Duke, tha’s why he doesn’t show up here.

✾ Disclaimer: Main relationship is Dick Grayson x Koriand’r. Mentions of Tim x Steph and Tim x Kon (kind of?). Check my Fandoms’ liist to see which Ships I’ll write for.

                                                  ━─┈ ✧

Dick Grayson

I'm gonna use unpublished Nightwing #30 here: he and Kory had sex when he was getting ready for the agente stuff.

Once Agent 37 is off the deal, they end up finding each other again. A bit before Dick gets shoot.

And then, as usually it is between the acrobat and the alien princess, they do it again. 

Over and over again.

She gets pregnant and finds out by the time Dick is amnesic.

Don't @ me DC would do that.

Kory flies towards Bludhaven & talks to him. It's not exactly successful. As he had said to Babs before, he didn't want his memories back. Ric was happy without Dick's conscience.

But Starfire isn't asking for her; it's about him, of course. He should be himself, he worked very hard through years to become who he truly was. But mostly, she begged him to come back because of a new addition to their lives.

Pregnant alien!!

At first, Ric Grayson doesn't believe it. Actually, part of him is aware that's true, he can feel it in the change inside his heart when he saw her; something similar to shame and adoration and excitement at once. Kory moved, talked, and seemed like someone he could love, be completely crazy about.

But he wasn't a father!

Koriand'r leaves, and Grayson is by himself again. Without his Gotham or Titans affiliates.

And, for the first time, there is no comfort in that.

He could tell she wasn't lying. Even though a part of his treacherous new mind tried to convince him otherwise.

Grayson's mind didn't know any gorgeous alien, let alone a pregnant with his child alien.

Yet, Dick felt like he had her in his veins. Just like he did with Bruce, Damian, Barbara, Donna, and the others. Tickles behind his skin, a red alarm for a memory that was long lost. But the sensation of keeping it somewhere remained inside him.

Although, when it came to the redhead princess, the warmth inside him was more intense.

Dick was going to be a father. He didn't even know his whole self and would be needed to take care of someone else. Someone small, part of him, and the legacy of the Flying Grayson's. Besides, he didn't even actually remember the mother of his kid.

didn't even remember making the kid.

He calls Bruce. Telling him to bring the antidote that Barbara was keeping if he wanted his memories back.

Not for him, not because it was the right thing, not because of everyone who claimed to love him cried for Dick to do that. Not even because of familiar senses holding into him every time he interacted with someone from his past.

But because he was going to be a father.

This decision was for his child.

When Bruce, Babs, and Damian ask why, he doesn't answer.

He remembers now, and he needs to find Kory.

It's scary, exciting, and the biggest surprise she ever gave to him-- even more scandalous than the day she fell on earth and kissed him.

A dad! He would be a dad!

Jason Todd

It all started off as an unusual ordinary day; 

Roy got himself in trouble, Jason went to help him and the little problem became a bigger situation. Roy called Kory and a few minutes later, the situation was replaced by dust and fire smell. No one died, but it was enough to make the villains leave.

In the middle of ''What the fuck they wanted?" & "Who were they?" wonders, the original Outlaws heard a familiar motorcycle's noise which made Jason huff, Roy arch eyebrows and Kory confused. 

Dick Grayson was there.

He was hysterical, blue eyes flaming with worry and relief towards Kory. Between their couple discussion and the others attempt to understand what was going on 

Were they back together? Did dick know about the outlaws' way and was sticking his nose where it didn't belong? Did the titans need kory urgently? 

Until 'pregnant' left Dick's lips, being followed by Kory's chaotic scream of "Just because I am pregnant, it does not mean I can not fight!"

Roy just had to get closer to them and explain that it would make no good to go through stressful situations, especially if he got it right. 

A deep breath would be taken, and then Dick would apologize to Kory, saying he was just really scared for both of them. She'd look at her Outlaw friends and curve the corner of her lips-- that Kory smile that translate into 'I've seen hell and chose to use its flames to warm up the cold places of my heart.'

‘’Jason, Roy. . . I am expecting a baby.’’

Meanwhile, Jason was taking off his helmet and glaring at his friends with a perplexed look on his face. Also, a slightly desire of punching Dick. Last time he had heard of their relationship, it was about both of them avoiding each other, his older brother telling him to take care of Kory and Jason calling Dick an idiot. Yeah, he had to have a chat with him later.

For now, Roy was pulling him and Kory into a group hug.

Almost felt like their old times together.

Roy: Outlaw baby!!  /  Dick: Excuse me?

Tim Drake

Okay, okay. First of all, he wasn't planning on seeing any member of his family for a quite while. Not that Tim didn't want to, he was just really running out of time. Being Young Justice's leader was a full time job, and he wanted to be excellent at it.

But things don't always pass by as they were settle to. Therefore, when a disaster happens and Conner, of all people, gets hurt, Tim is in a delicate state of mind.

Drake is smart. He knows it isn't just about Conner. It's all the small things he's been keeping since Gotham.

Not enough sleep, but a certain amount of coffee to make his hands shake when it's late enough for the sun to come out weakly. His relationship with Steph is growing with disagreements from both lives; heroic and urban. His best friend is hurt because he analyzed too much a situation instead of telling his team what to do, so they made their independent choices. A dumb mistake, the kind that Batman would be disappointed of. Tim himself was biting his own neck about it. How could he be a leader? He should be better than that.

And then, he made a call. Because of all things he might be and might not be, he wasn't Batman.

Tim had friends, and a brother that would know what he was going through.

And he knew how to ask for help sometimes.

Dick comes by as fast as possible. They go to the roof and talk it out.

"Remember that they aren't just your team, Tim," He would say, a tranquil smile on his face. It's so similar to how he explained his relationship with the Titans when Drake was still Robin years ago. "They are your family. It's impossible for you not to be affected when they get hurt or something goes wrong. But they are alive. They still trust you. They believe, and need you. You need to give yourself some credit, and do your best for them."

OF COURSE Tim is stubborn about that because Dick is Dick and he basically grew with the Titans, it wasn't the same thing. He didn't have his older brother's skills to command, communicate, etc.

It was scary.

"Yet, Tim, a lot of things are scary. But you have to keep going. For who needs saving. For yourself. For the people you love."

His tone is too sentimental, even for Dick's big brother moments.

"You need to find something to fight for. That's how you keep going, even when you make mistakes. Good news, you already have it. "

Tim: Yeah, I think so. . . You came back to the Titans? I still have access to the computers.

Dick: Yeah, no. Kind if. It's complicated.

Tim: "Complicated? Like. . . Alien kind of complication?"

Dick: "You should know about that, huh?"

BLUSHING, STUTTERING TIM. Cutting it because I already mentioned Steph, but I couldn't miss this opportunity ok.

Dick just laughs about it.

"Starfire isn't complicated, but yeah. We are still deciding if we will keep in the Titans or if we are going to Bludhaven for now."

"It sounds serious, even permanent."

"As permanent as a baby can be."

HHSHHSUSJJSIUSIE

BABY?

IS SHE PREGNANT??

Yeah, Tim was pretty wake, and shaking, and his brain felt like burning right now.

OH MY-- DICK

He was going to be a FATHER.

"YOU ARE GONNA BE A PARENT!"

But then, Dick was the older one and the best with kids.

"WAIT, SHE WILL BE HALF ALIEN. An hybrid. In nature, two different but similar species can procreate, but their kid can't have kids. Do you think--"

"Tim, calm down. Can you at least give me congratulations before talking about my unborn child's probable infertility?"

Damian Wayne

He knew Kory and Dick had been seeing each other again.

Therefore, making one of them notice his presence before showing up was necessary.

He didn't want to accidentally see profanity between his brother figure and his team's current leader, thank you.

After an obvious noise, he got in Dick's apartment.

As expected, Starfire was there.

She was standing up, and Grayson and looking at her tearful, while holding her belly.

It wasn't possible.

Grayson wouldn't be that irresponsible, would he?

Of course he would.

" So, I supposed Starfire either has a deadly bellyache, or you two are procreating. "

He is mildly fearing that Dick won't have much time for him, but that's a matter for another time.

BONUS!

Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth

Dick visits the manor with Kory someday.

He had to give the news or Batman would end up knowing anyway.

Honestly, it wasn't about that. He actually wanted to tell Bruce about his baby.

Alfred was there when they exchanged greetings, politely as usual.

‘'We are having a baby.'’

Listen, Bruce knows how to keep his emotions under his skin, but his eldest son being a father?

This must be the most real expression he has showed in years, and it's full of emotions; he is content, and surprised, and worried.

Some would say that Alfred was tearfully, but kept his posture. Master Bruce really made it. Obstacles, of course, even more than necessary at times. Yet, he was going to be a grandfather, and master Dick was becoming a father.

Gotham had a sunny day for once.

Barbara Gordon 

If it's not Kory and Babs' baby, she will be aunt Babs

Something happens, help becomes needed.

Nightwing shows up in the middle of the combat, he was in Gotham to talk to Bruce & Alfred & Damian, anyway.

Batman dispersed him, though.

And Batgirl was confused by Batman's choice, especially after listening to his explanation:

"Nightwing, this is more dangerous than our usual job. I will take Robin and Batgirl. You have more urgent thinks to be taken care of. "

The dynamic duo leaves and there is just two long time friends. 

It doesn't take a half second for Barbara to notice Dick hiding something.

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

"All right, Dick Grayson. What did you do?"

"Apparently, a baby."

????????????

"He has been ditching me since he learned about Kory's pregnancy."

"KORY'S WHAT!?"

"You didn't even tell me you two were back together!"

"You lost your virginity to an attractive alien and now she is pregnant with your child. That is. . . Surprising."

"I am really happy for you, Dick."

"Thank you, Babs. . . You know what? Maybe it's time to actually introduce you to Kory."

Communicator ringing.

"After I take care of something. Go home, dad."

[ksj-com]

The Purge Night- Locked Doors

- Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

- Genre: The Purge!AU, smut, fluff, angst, gore

- Warnings/Tags: Married with kids, Namjoon being a good dad, soft Namjoon, pregnant reader, gory, murder more than once, emotional death, pretty vanilla Namjoon, fingering, sweet talking, quiet sex, unprotective sex, missionary, cheesecake mention, sad ending, stabbing, throat being slit, caregiver Namjoon, death of a loved one

- Word Count: 4745 words

- Summary: Happily married, two beautiful kids, and living comfortably in your new neighborhood— what else could you ask for? You and Namjoon made sure the new house had the best security for tonight. Nothing would hurt you guys more than losing one of your precious children. Everyone is confident in the house’s protection, but what if danger was already inside before the doors closed?

|| Masterlist ||

A/N: Last one for my Purge series, I hope you guys liked it! I’m going to be starting something new soon so stay following if you’re interested to see what it is! It has to do with requests *wink wink.*

     The pan sizzled as you pushed the stir fry around, the smell of garlic rising with the steam. You shook some salt causing a little flame to rise from the food. Meanwhile, two kids scamper after each other, screaming and giggling from the immense exhilaration they receive from playing tag.

     “Don’t go knocking into anything you two!” You warn them. Although, you didn’t mean it because they were the best kids you could ask for. Kind and well behaved— the most well behaved a pair of 6 year old twins could be. They looked so much like their father with their dark hair and a big bright smile that cheers up the whole room instantly. It still amazes you that you raised such handsome and polite little boys, but you could’ve never done it without your  husband.

     “They’ll be fine baby,” A pair of arms snake around your waist. You sink into his touch while scrambling the spatula through the frying vegetables. He places a kiss on your temple while rubbing your stomach. It has been about two months, so it was slightly bulged. He sets his chin on the top of your head and watches you cook. You look up at him with a pout, craving another kiss. As a result, he turns you around to place another one on your lips. “Just wait until there’s another one added to the bunch,” he causes you to smile.

     “I’d probably be bald by now if you weren’t here. Those boys will be the death of me, so let’s hope this one is just one,” You laugh and cringe at the thought of having another set of twins in this house. Namjoon would probably love it, but you on the other hand would rather stick to one more for now. 

     “Come on, it wouldn’t be that bad,” His lips graze against yours. You roll your eyes playfully at him. Your arms resting on top of his shoulders while his laid at your waist. You go on your tip toes to plant another kiss on his lips. 

     “Ewwwww!” Kyle and Jason say in unison. You both laugh and pull away from each other. Kids definitely made it a challenge to show affection towards one another without receiving a disgusted sound in the process.

     “Sit down at the table, so Mommy can make your plates okay?” You glance over at them, watching them rush over to the dinner table. They still couldn’t resist punching each other around in their seats. Namjoon sits across from them at the table, laughing at the hyper ness radiating off of them.

     You scoop up a couple spoons of rice and stir fry on each plate, setting the kids’ dinner plates down first. You sit yourself down after setting yours and Namjoon’s plate down at the table. Once you sat down you sighed from the quietness. The kids were too busy stuffing their facing to create another ruckus for right now. Namjoon places his hand on your thigh and smiles at you.

     “Hey kids we need to thank Mommy for making dinner for us today. You know it’s going to be a good dinner when she’s cooking,” He taps the table to get the kids’ attention. He was right— he was a terrible cook.

     “Thank you Mommy,” They say in a monotone fashion which makes you belt out in a laugh. You watch them return back to their plates in unison.

     Namjoon rolls his eyes at the lack of enthusiasm. “Thank you, beautiful. It looks and smells great.”

     You thank him for the compliment and you both join the boys eating. A couple minutes into dinner, a thump is heard from the basement. Namjoon furrows his brows, wiping the food from his face with a napkin before backing his chair out from the table. You watched him walk downstairs filled with worry. It wasn’t even 7 yet, so what would someone be doing here?

     “Be careful,” you follow him, but stop at the top of the stairs. You wait there when he disappears from your view, tapping your foot to ease the anxiety you felt. Namjoon reappears with a shrug and makes his way back up the stairs.

     “Nothing to worry about. I didn’t see anything,” he notices the look on everyone’s faces. He bends down to the boys and tickles them for a laugh to ease the tension. You sit yourself back down with Namjoon to continue eating.

     “How was everyone’s day?” You hum to end the sounds of silence and chewing noises. 

     “Good,” The twins say together. “One of the girls in my class told me she thinks I’m cute,” Jason chest huffs out with confidence. An ‘ooooo’ comes from yours and Namjoon’s mouth.

     “Wait, Lexi?! She said that to me too!” Kyle crosses his arms over his chest. They begin to push each other around, saying “No, she likes me!” back and forth.

     “Hey! Knock it off, did you guys forget you both look like each other? Of course she thinks you both are cute,” You stop the arguing, while Namjoon tries to hold in his laughter.

     “Oh yeah,” they giggle.

     “Hard to top what just happened, but my day was pretty good. I talked to Jin and he said that my work was so outstanding that I could be looking at a promotion in the near future,” Namjoon takes another bite of rice. You squeal and give him a hug.

     “That’s great, Joon! It’s about time he’s recognized how talented you are,” you cause him to shy away and smile. He was always timid when it came to his work and the compliments he received on it. He despised people that are cocky and gloat about how much better they were, so he was the exact opposite.

     Once everyone had finished their dinner, they set it in the sink. You scrub the dirty dishes and look out the window above the sink to the backyard. Namjoon was outside playing baseball with the boys, draining all the energy they had stored throughout the day. He stood on his knees to toss the ball at them at an even level, once Jason hit the ball he bolted around the imaginary bases. Kyle picked up the ball from the ground and threw it at Namjoon, causing him to playfully fall back from the oh-so-forceful throw. The boys laughed and piled on top of him, a grunt coming from Namjoon’s mouth.

     “You guys are too heavy to do that to me now!” Namjoon tickles them off. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself while watching them.

     You hoped the baby in your belly was— first off— only a single baby, and—secondly— a girl. Having two boys was fun and cute to watch Namjoon have his own little minions, but you wanted your own little girl to bond over things. Namjoon has his boys to play sports and rough house with, and you wanted a girl to talk about boy problems and dress up in cute clothing. It was stupid because, no matter what, you’ll love them unconditionally. Yet, you secretly wished for it. 

     You set your last clean dish on the drying mat before plopping on the couch with a whole cheesecake on a plate. You called it a pregnant craving, but Namjoon just thought it was hilarious. The fridge was always stocked with a cheesecake for times like these. You clicked on How To Get Away With Murder on the TV and your body was instantly in a trance. A trance of shoving a forkful for cheesecake in your mouth every 30 seconds while your eyes were glued to the screen. The trance was broken when Namjoon and the kids jumped down on the couch next to you.

     Kyle and Jason knocked out on the couch basically the second they laid their heads down on it. “You really know how to wear them out,” you look down at Jason asleep on your lap.

     “I have to or they would never fall asleep,” he whispers, inching his fingers near your cheesecake. You give him a glare, causing a snicker to come from him. “Rule number one, never take (Y/N)’s cheesecake,” he raises his hands up in surrender. You laugh and roll your eyes at the comment. Once again, he wasn’t wrong.

     He quickly dips his finger and pops it in his mouth, immediately kissing your forehead to try to undo the unruly action he just did to you. You didn’t have it in you to be mad at him, so you just laughed. After that, he scoops up the boys on his shoulders to take them to bed. He made sure to activate the security system on the way back. You listened as the metal walls fell over the doors and windows. He walks back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

     “You finished devouring your cake?” He jokes. You laugh and set your empty plate down on the table. He kisses you when you rest your back against the couch again, his thumb resting on your chin. “I love you,” he pulls away. His eyes set on yours, warm and full of love like always. 

     “I love you more,” you tease. He shakes his head and kisses you again. You both lean back on the couch, his body resting on top of yours. 

     The purge siren goes off in the background, causing him to pull away. Your body snaps back to reality, to the night that sent chills up your spine— The Purge. 

     Namjoon could always read what you were thinking. “It’ll be okay. The security is the best in the country and, even if something does happen, I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he says softly. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. He pushes his fingers into your sides, making you yelp from being ticklish. He pulls you up and carries you to your guys’ room making sure to close the door behind him with his foot while passing it. Laying you on the bed softly he looks at you with his goofy smile.

     “Have to keep quiet...the kids,” he whispers and winks at you. He let’s go of you to take off his shirt and toss aside, crawling on top of you to make his way back to your lips. Your mouths pushed together softly, each kiss filled with sweetness and love. You were so lucky to have him in your life; he was your best friend and obviously more. The way you both bond and click so easily made you always comfortable to do anything around him— and vice versa. You could feel his smile through the kisses. One of his hands twirled through your hair while the other lightly skimmed across your stomach with his fingertips. Everywhere he touched you felt his warmth sinking into your skin which only made you want more. He always knew how to make everything gentle, his kisses soft yet still passionate.

     He reaches behind him to pull a blanket over the both of you just in case the kids came in you would both be shielded. You separate your legs more to give him room. Your casual dress bunching at the top of your thighs making it clear to see your underwear. He pulls his body in, hips grinding into you. The friction of his pants against your almost bare entrance made your breath hiccup. Your kisses travel along the bottom of his jaw causing a quiet moan to flow out of his lips. Your hands glide up and down his bare back, feeling the bumps of muscle and his shoulder blades. Meanwhile his lips found their way to your breasts, kissing each before traveling down further to your stomach. You look down at him and watch him kiss and trace shapes on your skin.

     “I can’t wait for this little one to join our family,” his eyes look up to meet yours. He felt so blessed to be able to have a family with you and he was confident that you guys would spend the rest of your lives together.

     “I hope it’s a girl,” you say out loud for the first time, curious to see if he would agree or disagree.

     He nodded, looking back down in front of him. “Me too, she’ll be just as beautiful as her mother.” You felt your heartbeat pick up a bit when those words came out of his mouth. He always knew what to say and how to make you feel on top of the world. He brings his face to yours once again, cupping your face in his large hands. He kisses your nose before meeting your lips again, a moan muffled within the kiss from one of his hands thumbing circles on your underwear.

     “Quiet baby,” he breathes, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth. He watches your eyes flutter back when he pushes your underwear aside to slide a finger in. He curls his fingers inside as his tongue begins to swirl around your sensitive nipples. Pregnancy makes them even more sensitive than usual, so the sudden sensation makes you gasp. Your fingers entangled through his hair, clutching handfuls to try to control yourself from being too loud. Your hips lift and circulate around his fingers inside of you and his thumb pushing into your clit.

     You try to push his pants off, making him laugh against your chest. The vibration carried through your body to each tip. He got the hint that you were growing impatient for him, so he kicked off his pants and boxers. You bit your lip at the sight of his naked body in front of you, his length eager to inch inside of you. You pull him in and kiss him vigorously as your hand desperately clings onto his length hovering over your entrance. He groans as you wiggle him through your folds and jerk him. 

     He grabs the back of your knee and pushes it up and over his shoulder so he can sink inside deeply. He sighs with his eyes shut while he pushes deeper and deeper in you, going in circles to touch everywhere he can. You squeeze your hand over your mouth to hold in your moans. He begins to pump into you at a slow pace, watching you struggle to contain yourself.

     “Hard to keep quiet?” He smirks into your neck, you can feel his breath heat up your skin like a flame. His lips connect to your neck while his hands grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them within his palm. His thrusts grow faster, making your hands latch onto his back instead of your mouth now. His forehead is pressed against yours and you can see him trying to hold on for as long as he can, his lip being sucked in by his teeth from the painful pleasure of your fingers scratching up his back.

     “Fuck, fuck” you whine. You pull him into you, making him go deeper. Your body desperate to vocalize the pleasure every time his dick hits your spot.

     “You make me feel so good. God, I love you so much,” he struggles to complete his sentence. Sweat beads make his body slippery from the heat being created under the blanket.

     Your body takes in his loving words and releases all over, causing him to be set over the edge as well. You feel him fill you up while he fucks into you until you are both done. When he pulls out, sliding his underwear back on and lays your dress down to your knees again. He dips down to embrace your hips into his body as he rests his head on your stomach. You watch him cuddle into you and his eyes slowly close while you play with his hair. It wasn’t long after that you found yourself caving into being tired and falling asleep too.

     “Mommy! Daddy!” Your two boys burst into the room crying causing you and Namjoon to jump into action. You kneel on the ground while they cry into your shoulders.

     “What’s wrong? Shhh, it’s okay. Tell Mommy and Daddy what’s wrong,” You coo and try to wipe their faces clean.

     “We h-heard something in the-the basement!” they hiccup, tears flowing nonstop into every crevice of their small faces.

     Namjoon’s heart drops to the floor as you both shoot each other a look of concern. His body shoots up as he quickly pulls on his clothes while grabbing a metal baseball bat from the closet. He rushes to the kitchen to give you a knife before walking out the bedroom door once again. You shoo your kids to the closet as you sit against the door with the knife gripped into your hands.

     Namjoon inches towards the basement door for the second time today. The house was dark since all the lights were off, but he wasn’t stupid. He tries to flick the switch to turn the basement lights on, yet it remained unlit. He curses to himself as he yanked a drawer open to get a flashlight. He couldn’t help but feel terrified at what he might find in the basement as he shined the light beam down the stairs. His steps creaked underneath his feet as he slowly made his way downstairs. He whips the flashlight around the basement, showing the unpacked boxes stacked on top of one another like before. You both haven’t finished the basement yet and it was a future plan for the house that just wasn’t approached yet. 

     He illuminates the fuse box to reveal the torn out cables and wires, giving him the reason why the lights weren’t turning on. A piercing scream cut Namjoon’s basement search short. His body flying up the stairs to see what was happening. His eyes grew wide at the sight of a man pinning you on the floor with a knife being held to your neck. One of your hands were inches away from the knife that was knocked out of your hand on the floor, the man’s knee holding your wrist in place. You screamed out in pain again as his knife tore through your skin, joining the cuts he gave you on your arms, face, and chest. 

     The sight of Namjoon behind you brings tears to your eyes as you scream to try to warn him of the figure approaching him from behind. Namjoon whips around, but the second man knees his groin. Namjoon yells and falls to the ground in pain. Blood flies from his mouth when the man kicks him in the stomach over and over again.

     “Stop hurting him, please! Stop!” Your begging is interrupting by the knife digging into your cheek. You scream out in pain. Your hot blood trickling down to the floor from each open wound.

     “Shut the hell up or I’ll slit your throat right now, pretty lady,” The guy above you spits on your face and laughs. His lips break apart to reveal a row of rotten teeth in his mouth.

     You watch the man become satisfied with Namjoon, finally leaving him alone. He begins to approach the closet, but Namjoon slowly gets to his feet once more. Blood and drool dripping off of his bottom lip and chin. His stance was staggered, but he managed to use what was left in him to push the man’s body into the closet door causing it to disconnect and concave into the closet. Kyle and Jason scoot up to the opposite wall and watch in horror as the man crashes into the ground face first.

     Namjoon races towards the knife on the ground beside you and slices the guy’s throat open on top of you. His cut so powerful that it nearly took his head off completely. The guy collapsed on top of you, gurgling his own blood. Without hesitation, Namjoon stabbed the other guy at the top of his spine and dragged it down his body. His yells mixed with the painful screams of the dying man.

     Your kids rush out of the closet, bawling their eyes out as they scurry towards you. You cry as you push the dead man off of you only to reveal your own body that looks like it was rubbed up and down a cheese grater.

     “Oh my god,” Namjoon looks down at you with tears in his eyes. He scoops you up and carries you to the couch, making sure to lay your delicate body down carefully. “Kyle. Jason. Stay here with her. Got it? I need to check out the rest of the house to make sure there’s no one else,” He grabs the baseball bat and the flash light once again and searches the house. He disappears out of sight, leaving you with your kids latched on to your legs crying.

     “Mommy will be okay,” you look down at them. You couldn’t see much other than their eyes sparkling with tears. Their crying didn’t settle down no matter what you said, but why would it when you looked like you were on your deathbed in front of their innocent eyes.

     A couple minutes later, Namjoon reappears. “All clear...” he drops his weapons when he sees you on the couch. He carries a few lit up candles around you, so everyone was visible. He dabs a wet rag over your body while he sniffles to try to stop him from losing all sanity in front of his wife and kids. “Can you two grab me the first aid kit?” His voice shakes while asking.

     “Babe, I’ll be okay,” you attempt to get up but his hand keeps you in place.

     “You’re staying right there,” he demands. The kids run off to the bathroom to find what their father just asked them to. Namjoon pushes the sticky hair out of your face, so his lips have room to push against forehead. “I can’t lose you. We can’t lose you,” he whispers.

     Your boys come running back with a big white box. Namjoon set it in his lap and takes out the wraps of gauze. He weaves it over your shoulders into an ‘X’ that covers your chest the best he could, and then, up and down your arms. Even though he just cleaned you up, the wounds already made a new mess of blood from the constant heavy flow pouring out of you.

     “We’re going to take you to the hospital tomorrow morning to get you stitched up,” he reassures you with a faint smile. The pain in his eyes was evident with the tears brimming his waterline.

     You couldn’t help but notice yourself feel sick. Your stomach twisting and your head feeling foggy. It was growing more difficult to keep your eyes straight and focused. You didn’t want to scare your kids, so you tried to hide it. Namjoon could tell by your silence something was wrong.

     “Kids, go to your room,” Namjoon orders them while watching your skin grow paler.

     “But-“

     “I said go to your room, now!” A tear falls down his face. The boys could tell the tone in his voice was no where near okay, so they followed his instructions. He watches them walk around the corner out of sight before turning back around to meet your porcelain face again. The deep cuts on your chest made your breaths harsh and ragged. Your lungs felt smaller every time you tried to breathe in. Your body is shivering and cold, yet pooling with sweat at the same time. Namjoon places his hand around your cheek carefully. You fall into his touch, your tears dripping into his palm. He notices how cool you were so he pulls a blanket up to your chest.

     “Only a few hours until morning. You can do it,” he searches into your eyes, but you break away from his gaze.

     “I don’t think I can,” you croak, shaking your head slightly. Your words break Namjoon’s heart, this time he couldn’t hide it. He begins to cry, tears streaming down his face and his shoulders jumping from his sharp inhales.

     “Please don’t leave us,” his lips quivered and coughed.

     “I love you so so much,” your voice breaks. You were both crying— both scared of losing each other. You didn’t want to die, but you could feel your body shutting down. The life inside you clinging on to whatever was left, it was scared too.

     “No, no, no,” he sobbed and shook his head, aggressively wiping every tear falling from his eyes. His cheeks were red and raw from the constant motion.

     “I’m not gonna make it Joon. Look at me,” your voice was weak and ripped through your throat to get out. Your bandages were already soaked through, almost black from the excessive blood.

     His hands fumble inside the box again to get more bandages, but your hand grabs his wrist loosely. That was as much strength you could release right now and it was diminishing by the second. His eyes meet yours with pure sadness. “I don’t know how to live without you by my side.”

     “You have to...for Kyle and Jason,” You begin to cry whatever was left in you. You weren’t going to be able to see them grow up, get married, become handsome young men like their father. You weren’t going to birth your third baby and even see what gender it was going to be. You weren’t going to grow old with the love of your life. This was it for you and you couldn’t even think about accepting that, but how could anyone?

     Your fears become mute from the lack of energy to do anything about them. Your eyes grew heavy and it wasn’t long before you found them closed. Your body felt like it was being sunk inside the couch to an endless void.

     “Don’t go, please!” you hear Namjoon shout, but it felt like he was at the end of a tunnel.

     “I love you,” you managed to use the last of your energy to say your final words. And that was it. Your body became limp, your head falling to the side.

     Namjoon set his head on top of your breathless chest. He didn’t care that the blood stuck to his face from the bandages while he wrapped his arms underneath your body to pull you as close to him as possible. His sobbed for what seemed like forever. He didn’t want to accept the fact that you were truly gone.

     Kyle and Jason heard the loud crying from their room, and couldn’t ignore it. They snuck around to see what was happening and began to cry themselves when they saw their father hung over their mother’s lifeless body. Namjoon turns around and tells them to come next to him. They rush into his arms, everyone crying nonstop.

     “Let’s tell Mommy goodnight, okay?” Namjoon chokes out, wiping his nose. The two boys wipe their tears as they inch near your body.

     “Goodnight Mommy,” each of them take their turn to say those words and to place a kiss to your forehead. Namjoon looks at his hands to try to avoid watching  the painful scene in front of him— until it was his turn to say goodnight to you.

     “Goodnight... we’ll see each other again some day. I promise,” He kisses your forehead and kept his lips there for moments after. He wished you would be awake looking at him with that gorgeous smile on your face when he pulled away from you, but your face was still pale and limp. Tears fell from his face again as he pulled the blanket over the rest of your body, covering your face.

     Everyone spent the rest of the night laying down next to the couch. Namjoon held his two boys in his arms while they slept. Faces swollen and rashes from wiping tears repeatedly spread across everyone’s faces. Namjoon couldn’t help but notice how much they looked like you as they cuddled into his arms.

[stone-man-warrior]

January 9, 2021: 2:04 pm:

Local Update:

A walk out to the road was revealing today.

I took a short walk, it's a nice and sunny day out there, but is very cold despite the sunshine.

Conditions at Monroe's are strange in non-descript ways.

At Chartrand's, a large moving truck was parked at the roadside, not in the yard. The truck had graphics that say:

"Bekins Cross Town Movers

Eugene

Coos Bay

Medford"

with a phone number.

The driver and passenger both wore all black. The driver was about 350 pounds, dark hair and beard, passenger was 190 pounds, dark hair, goat beard, both in their late 30's and about 5' 11".

They parked there, made a lot noise, there was booms. and bangs, and thuds... then, some human body sized items were carried from the property and put into the Bekins Cross Town Moving truck.

Myers white Cross Over vehicle came down the road went to 560.

(airplane flying low and slow buzzed my house just now at 2:15pm)

The mail carrier for this route pulled into the Chartrand property at 376 parked and turned on his head lights.

I walked toward Chartrand's wondering why the mail carrier is at Chartrand’s when bodies are being moved around.

The mail carrier was at the Chartrand’s as the Sparacino's were approaching, the sound of a female voice like that of Deb Monroe was clearly heard, but there was no female anywhere around there. The mail carrier driving a red Ford Taurus Wagon, right hand drive, with a white paint stain on the right side front door pulled out of Chartrand's at the time he saw me approach and he drove past me towards the mailboxes, and that is when Sparacino's came down the road to chase me away, I did not go away. The Sparacino's have yet another brand new stolen Cross Over style vehicle, a black one, I was not able to see what kind because that is when Wesely Crowel came down the road and swerved to run me over as I was walking home, he was driving a black Mustang Convertible, tried to run me over, so I took cover near some railing where the creek culvert is at in front of Monroe's.

I walked to the mailbox, the mail carrier was there putting mail into the boxes. He spoke to me, said he was going to back up just at the time I was going to reach for my mail. Then he took a selfie photo of himself, and put the red Ford into reverse to place something into Clyde Baum's 333 mail box.

I thanked the mail carrier for warning me about backing up, and asked if he saw Wesely Crowel try to run me over. He replied "no, I'm a mailman, I don't see anything." He then asked if it was a mail carrier that tried to run me over, I said “no, it was Wesely Crowel in that black Mustang that just drove past you".

Meanwhile, the Sparacino's moved innocently and timidly on their way up to where they live at 545. I was the only one of the group on Jackpine who checked mail, that is unusual, they always try to block me from getting my mail. Today, it was the mailcarrier playing the turn-a-round who blocked me momentarily.

The theme was "Black"

The mail carrier was not participating in the theme part, unless the theme was "Red & Black", which I suspect is the case. Air Support Terror Air Force Colors are Red & Black, and the Air Support Terror Air Force is the US Postal Service, aerial division of "The Stork" terror cell that is USPS in Grants Pass, and nation wide.

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2:54 pm:

On second consideration, the theme was:

“Black Label Society w/Red Cross-Over”, by Zack Wylde’s roadies.

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2:39 pm:

I was able to see that Wesley Crowel appears to be alive, is not a taxidermy as he seems to have been the last few times I have seen him on the road, he clearly moved his head and hands this time as he drove by about one foot away from where I took cover at the creek guard rail, and was also wearing black, as was Nicole Sparacino who was driving that new stolen cross over style car, black. There was a passenger in the Sparacino car, I was not able to see who, because that was when Wesley Crowel was coming down the road to run me over.

All of that stuff happened within about ten minutes, from the time I heard loud booming and thud noises while I was on my driveway, to the time I walked out to the road to see the Bekins Cross Town Moving, to the time I saw the mail carrier take a selfie photo of himself and then I got my mail to return to my house, and began to write this immediately.

There was nothing in the mailbox, just air.

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5:43 pm:

The mail carrier today is not the regular usual Asian lady who drives the black  Nissan Quest van with Rocker Panel Graphics that say: “Black Jelly Bean“ on it. Today’s mail carrier did not even look like the substitute mail carrier, but was driving the same Ford Taurus Wagon, or one that looks the same as the one the substitute mail carrier drives. The substitute mail carrier looks exactly like the YouTube personality who goes by the name “PewdyPie”. Knowing what I know about the presence of Google operative terror soldiers around here, I am convinced the usual substitute mail carrier actually is the YouTube personality who goes by the name “PewdiePie”, but, that was not him today. Todays mail carrier looked similar, but was not the usual substitute mail carrier. Best description I can give is that of PewdiePie with darker colored hair and shorter beard. Otherwise the fake substitute mail carrier was similar looking to the real one, PewdiePie, who is only the substitute mail carrier for when the Asian lady who drives the “Black Jelly Bean Nissan Quest, is not on the route that day.

The USPS facility on Washington ave in Grants Pass is occupied and is run by Canadian terror soldiers and has a large presence of Famous Rock Star Music Groups who frequent that facility, where they are provided with young girls and boys for whatever they use them for... kidnapped children are collected by the mail carrier terror cell, taken to that facility, some of them are snatched up by actors, musicians, clowns, and magicians, as disposable sex slaves, and are used as target practice at the shooting range that’s across the freeway from the north Valley High School, not far from Flemming Middle School, and Manzanita Elementary School, where many of the victim children used to be kidnapped from, at a time when there were still some US Citizen Children left alive to kidnap from the schools, a long time ago. The US Children are all gone now, all were killed, taken as slaves, and many were trained as terror soldiers. The ones that were taken as soldiers and slaves would be in their 30′s now, or older, since the terror take over happened in around 1998 - 2004 or so,

The baby is on fire, there is no one watching the baby. The baby has been smouldering there, just slowly roasting away, is about done now, all cooked and ready to serve like those rotisserie chickens at the supermarket... except these ones are human, have names, like Sarah, Billy, Jason, Emily, Maria, and Jesus (Hey Zeus) are US Citizen babies that no one will save from the Actors, musicians, clowns, and magicians... the same ones we all love to watch on TV, and listen to on the radio. Those are the people who are cooking the babies.

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Here is the link to the command orders to do whatever that activity was. I suspect that the person who was wearing the KKK robe last night was killed, could have ignited and launched away due to nitrous ignition, and that all of the Christian terror soldiers have bombs up their asses, that turns them into rocket ships when the gas ignites by the small flame of my Bic Lighter.

http://view.email.americanmusical.com/?qs=fbf219ca30ae02b782312bdbcbb2568285052f4da39c2e27b469927d68ddecee0dfa66e7f805f67b3752e0a106ccbac3c88142bcd7a921f3a345cab8c0d6dab9646bfbd2328e7f86e55e4e1e33445b7e

Also. I did not explain all of what happened at the Fred Meyer gas station the other day, or at the Walgreen’s afterwords.

It’s important that I go ahead and say some of what I left out from the Fred Meyer and Walgreen’s errand run in Dystopia on the 6th of January.

At the Fred Myer gas station, there were a lot of Buses of differing variety. One of them was the Salem Oregon Government style that I included an example photo of on that days Tumblr Post Entry.

When I pulled in for getting some fuel, that white Salem style bus was there at the gas pump next to the pump I usually use. The attendant there was Mark Kiesel of Kiesel Guitars disguised as Fred Meyer gas station attendant. He was doing a “Plug In“ service, where special assassins assume the role of others on the fly to make the hit, a “plug-in”, such as Mark Kiesel playing role of gas station attendant.

They knew I needed fuel before I knew I needed fuel, and were waiting there in the Salem Gov Bus when I arrived there.

So, as I pulled in, I recognized Mark Kiesel, I know who he is, he has been trying to kill me since 1993. Kiesel likes to use explosive guitars for his brand of murder and I have been given more than one Kiesel Guitar in my lifetime, all of them have exploded and killed other people. So, I recognized him, and said so, even with the Corona Mask on. He had some thugs in the Bus with him. One of the thugs had ignited, and burst into bits at the gas station on Wednesday, he ran to the bus and got inside before disintegrating. Then, one of the other thugs got out of the bus, came to where I was standing, to tell me that I had lit his friend’s nitrous tank, and was upset about that. So, I did not want to fuck around, I just ended the argument with my trusty fingernail clipper, and gave the young thug a manicure at neck level, stuck in the throat like a dry graham cracker. That one ran into the Bus with the others, someone mentioned that there was a lot of guitars inside the Bus, and then someone else shouted: “no! don’t open that!”. By that time, all of the occupants of the Salem Bus at the Fred Meyer had been ignited when the first one went in there with a lit tank... the Salem bus drove away quickly. everyone inside was screaming and choking either having been ignited, or stuck in the throat.

(5:24 pm: I think some federal fool may have been there, did not read this account about the dangers that exist here in Grants Pass, and was going to open a guitar bomb, thinking they were stolen guitars in the Salem Bus, when the guy that had the guitar bombs in the Bus is the owner of the company that makes them in CA. Federal fools are still thinking in terms of small potatoes, like petty theft or a single murder or rape, when the theft is that of the whole nation, and the murders are counted by the ten’s of millions with rough estimation, and that rape is the sons and daughters, wives and sisters of the federal fools as they are fucking off looking at petty theft. It seems as though the statement “no! Don’t open that! was the terror bastards from Hollywood terror hit command HQ telling the federal fool not to open the Kiesel Brand Guitar Bomb)

The Salem Bus exploded somewhere out of  view, the explosion was the same quality of sound characteristics as the explosions that were happening around my house on new years eve and on new years day. Very tight, dense, compact sound intense explosion noise, not a “boom”, more of a “Pow” w/snap characteristic. Short, loud, intense explosion.

So, I defended at the Fred Meyer, then went to Walgreen‘s with my car all behaving the way i enplaned, all of the electronics were going hey wire, and the fuel injection was not working as it should, then it all started to work normally after a couple of miles towards the Walgreen’s.

There, I am pretty sure it was Paul Reed Smith who I saw there, he was looking quite old though, and not in the best physical shape I have seen Mr. Smith in before. I thought he was dead from a fight at the Josephine County Jail when he and Zakk Wylde, Lars Ulrich, John Mayer, and Berus Sparacino attacked me inside the jail on June 16, 2020. I also saw my former spouse inside of the jail, but she was on the Sheriff Jailer side of the jail, while I was actually inside of the jail containment area when those people all attacked me there. So, I thought Paul Reed Smith had been killed, but, I saw him at the Walgreen‘s after the Kiesel Salem Bus exploded, so he must have been treated for his injuries, and healed since that time back in June.

The others that attacked at the jail, I still say are dead.

There was talk of “The Bus exploded!” while I was at the Walgreen‘s, and I had to fight one female terror soldier and one male terror soldier, who had a sword at the front checkout that day.

More stuff happened. After today’s Black Label Society Event on Jackpine, I am concerned about one other fellow I will be needing to face here pretty soon, about 5′10″, 40 y/o, blonde hair, long blonde goat beard, w/attractive curvy female mating pair accompaniment person spouse, well built, brick shithouse variety. Those two were at the Walgreen’s and were all upset about the events that took place at the Fred Meyer.

So, that Jackpine Black Parade was about the Salem Bus, and Kiesel of Keisel Guitars in Southern California.

Be advised that these particular terror cell members have access to C-4 explosives, so, that means Micheal Moore of Super Size Me fame, is where the C-4 comes from.

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6:27 pm:

After consideration of the events on Jackpine, I have come to conclusion that the fake mail carrier was trained as part of the Myers terror cell of 560 Jackpine. When he said “I don‘t see anything” I recognize the significance, Is the same as “I don‘t cross anything” and is a Mters specific use of a way to frame someone is not religious, is not Christian. They used to do the statement but with “I don‘t cross anything”, today he said “I don‘t see anything”, where “See” is the Vatican reference. The idea is to make the victim who is not religious appear as someone who is hateful towards the religious people to the extent that they portray the intended victim as someone who refuses to cross their letter “T” or cross their legs when sitting down, because some how that is supposed to help with the frame for a crime if Myers can convince federal officers that the person in question is so hateful that they won’t even cross a T, their arms when standing, or legs when sitting.

Myers, 560 Jackpine is where that fake mail carrier was trained, so, that means Grants Pass Community Church is where the fake mail carrier is a member of the terror cell there, as are many of the hard core “Ye Old English 800″, larger terror cell are also trained. They are the ones who build and operate the killing contraptions I explain here. The Myers and all of the other people around here have access to the people who could send some help, but I am not able to because the bastards control the phones and internet and USPS too. All of the communication is hijacked exactly for when someone tries to contact helpful people.

They used to say: “I don‘t cross anything”. Today it was: “I don‘t See anything”.

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The command order came in early today, they had some time to prepare for a chance to have Wesley Crowel run me over, and all of that other bullshit that also happened. I suspect the crew on the road was thinking that I had been injured last night by the one wearing the KKK robe, it’s actually supposed to be a Grim Reaper terror attack disguise, comes w/sickle, and is usually worn by the terror Air Force General, Janice “Jay-Bob” Freeberg, as “The Grimm Freeberg”.

Don‘t ask...

It used to be a Ted Nugent song. I like that “Box Canyon Spaghetti Western“ bass sound they have going on here:

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4:07 pm:

There is a very high likelihood that those “Boomm, bang... thud, thud...” sounds I heard coming from Monroe’s front driveway was the sound of not one, but two African Lions inside of another truck or van at the Monroe terror cell while the “Bekins Cross Town Movers” was a distraction service done by Safari terror cell. There is likely to have been Federal Fools there on steak out, who insist on being fooled all of the time by the local authorities.

“Bekins Cross Town Movers” = “Beacon Ave Department of Motor Vehicles”

Trust me, that’s what it means. They are the Safari terror cell along with the courts, sheriff, state police, all of the top level government in Oregon is the Safari terror cell... think of it as “One Hour Martinizing”.... delivered with Kings.

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4:21 pm:

Other sounds, noise, ground shaking that happened today is worth a mention:

At about 11:00 am -12:01 pm or so... a loud boooom was heard coming from the direction of Strong’s and Chapman terror cells on Russell Road. The sound was accompanied by the ground, or house shaking, My interpretation was that of either a small airplane crashed nearby, maybe near the train tracks to the west, or, a car hit a tree. It was not an explosive sound, it was more of the sound of impact, and was substantial, shook the house.

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4:31 pm:

A Butterfly flaps it’s wings in China, makes a hurricane in Texas.

I have a memory of something about the symbolism of Toyota Prius’ for terror considerations:

A place called Sun Valley Studios is somehow associated with Power, and the Prius.

Twenty years ago or more my family went rafting on the Rogue River as we did daily sometimes in the summertime, back when there still was some remnants of freedom in Oregon. On this one particular river raft trip, there was a man on a catamaran style raft, had been doing some drinking while boating, was alone, and talkative and friendly as we passed by rafting on the Rogue. The man explained that he was the San Bernardino County Sheriff, and was excited about new acquisitions at the San Bernardino County Sheriff’s Office, where he said the county supplied the Sheriff with 500 Toyota Prius’ to use as patrol squad cars.

San Bernardino is the biggest county in USA, covers a lot of ground, is mostly harsh desert. I am anticipating some challenges associated with Toyota Prius squad cars in that kind of environment.

Although I don‘t have a conclusion for why that is important, I do know it is important, and I believe that man was indeed the county sheriff of San Bernardino. I don‘t know why he was so excited about it, or, why he felt he needed to explain any of that on rafting trip on the Rogue River more than a thousand miles from where he came from.

Somehow, today’s events on Jackpine remind me about that conversation so long ago, but I don‘t know why. So I wrote it down.

Also, I am reminded of the very best guitar player I ever knew, he was not famous, but was forced to be non-famous, as a slave who does backstage guitar playing while the famous guitar players fake it onstage. If I say who he is, they will kill him, and get another slave guitar player to do the live show from backstage.

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7:09 pm:

Here is example of that Norton pop-up window that shows up as I come back into my house after I take a walk. I just now went outside, walked around, the Monroe’s heard that I had gone out there with the listening devices, then turned on the whining noisy sound they play at their fresh water well, it’s speaker connected to an amplifier, is operated with Blue-tooth, to make an unpleasant noise that whines a high pitch frequency, is only done to aggravate me and spoil any existence of a peaceful moment outdoors.

Then I go back into the house and there is this pop-up, it only happens when I come back from a short walk outside.

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7:16 pm:

(Centurylink ISP is still turning off my number pad on my keyboard, when I want to use a numeral, I have to push the “Num Lk” button each time I want to use a numeral, if I don’t and use the number pad while it’s turned off, the cursor goes flying somewhere up the page, I loose my place, and all of this kind of fuckery makes it difficult to remember what the heck I wanted to say about all of this complicated kinds of terror so that I can get free of it with some help from the people who I am writing this for.)

I wanted to say about that San Bernardino Sheriff with the 500 Prius’:

My read about that includes but is not limited to the 500 Series of recording and studio effects used at professional sound studios. He was making a statement about 500 Series effects, and doing so by substitution of a electric car fleet. Maybe he was saying that he is getting an enema from the professional recording studios, so to speak, about some kind of distress he may have been in at the time.

When I lived in Riverside, I had some friends who were police. They may have come to find me, sent that guy, to say something, because I used to have some connections to music and recording studios... maybe he thought I could help him somehow, even if that help was just some sharing of terminology or standards in the recording industry. I don‘t know. It was something that I am remembering for a reason, was just a rafting trip where someone had a conversation with me as we floated by one another, of thousands of those, I remember that guy on the catamaran raft.

Go learn about 500 Series Effects, they are readily available in all configurations at Vintage King Audio in Hollywood, and in Nashville Tennessee, if you want to help figure out why 500 Toyota Prius’ are important to talk about on a river float.

The 500 Series are Rack Mount Effect Modular Components. The significance is the “Rack”. Medieval style torture rack.

There is one at 520 Jackpine at least some of the time.

It stretches people to 9 feet in length, not counting arm length, is very unpleasant, that is what it’s for, to get people to say personal and sensitive security information.

The ones who are on the Rack, are presented as they are tortured, to others among the group the victim belongs to, so, those other people are given the Spanish Inquisition, to say important information, if it’s not satisfactory to Myers of 560, then they crank the handle where the loved one is being stretched out. All of the people who are captured are injected with heroin, and exposed to nitrous gas. The captors don‘t like it when the victims make noise or scream, so that is what the heroin is for, to keep all involved as comfortable as possible during the ordeal. The victim on the Rack is given a view from a mirror, so they can see what shape they are in. It’s horrible. Happens next door for the past 24 years or so.

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8:02 pm:

The American Music Supply Command Orders:

There is much to look at, some is obvious with some pre-requisite understanding, some is not so obvious. One thing I saw in there that may be easily overlooked is that the featured guitars run the spectrum of available string elevation above the guitar body. Have a look at how high the strings are elevated above the guitar bodies of the featured selections. The names are also revealing. That Zakk Wylde crimson model is the lowest string elevation I have ever seen, in comparison to that other big hollow-body, there is a lot of difference going on with string elevation and at least one of those guitars has EMG style Active Pick-Ups, are powered, so, that is the comm, that Power Lines are of importance, and that is the elevated strings, the power lines, to say “Rocky Mountain Power” terror cell. You may be able to take more from the product specifications to arrive at Safari Terror Cell, if you want to do your own research to find truth.

The “Black Label Society” is in the comm too, to me, that seems to say something along the lines (lions) of:

“Signs Hanging all over the Dark Knowledge of Social Orders” or, simply put, the terror bastards are not happy about being exposed in their ways in such great detail so often, and want remedy to return the Darkness back over those dark secrets that have so much light on them.

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8:17 pm:

Dean Zelinsky

Gibson

Eastwood

Zakk Wylde

Breedlove

All of those and more, are guitar makers who have sent people to kill me. I am beginning to see a pattern, over the past 20 years and more.

So, there is also going to be Chapman Guitars in Britain.

Most unusual, could be bait, is Crimson Guitars, look on YouTube, looks like bait Guitar maker, however, the man who owns Crimson Guitars also has his own line of stains and finishes, so, maybe not bait, maybe a hit Luthier like the others.

If it says “Crimson“ on it, on any product, it’s likely to be a Vatican terror product.

Also, consideration of Keisel Guitars business model (after Mark killed the real owner and took over Carvin Guitars in Escondido, is that the guitars are only sold direct, not available in stores. The significance is in association to UPS, USPS, and Fed Ex all having been hijacked, controlled by the Christian terror army. The “Direct Sale” business model of any and all such direct sale products opens doors to unique ways of doing Murder & Replace terror tactics. Kiesel ships an order from a customer who was shown the product line by the Guru at Guitar Center. The customer see’s that the guitars are top notch, Vatican Choir Grade instruments, for a reasonable price for what you get, and Kiesel ships out the order, which is followed to the address by Keisel terror cell murder thugs. The customer is killed. Someone else moves in to the customers home. So, find the available used Keisel Guitars that may exist on Ebay, Craigs List, or Reverb and there may be ways of tracking who bought those new, why they are for sale used, and where the shipping went to when sold as new. Other important information can be gained by finding a few used Kiesel guitars to study how it was delivered, and it’s life story. That will also work for other “Direct Sale” products, any product, not just music equipment. I think Robert Keeley is also a “Direct Sale” business model. “Direct Sale” = “Straight to Jesus” and fits the Ann Wilson style associated to “Straight on for You”.

The guy who builds Crimson Guitars does seem like bait to me... very special terror operative network there is possible, maybe all the way to the Vatican Choir Central HQ because they have fail safe systems in place, bait, in case public safety persons catch on to the guitar and it’s position at the very top of the global terror pyramid. The idea is to put out there a sacrificial lamb, such as Crimson Guitars, so that no one will notice the monsters, Gibson. Epiphone, Gretch to name three monsters. Fender is a little different somehow... not sure how, but the “Made in Mexico” is what is called a “Golden no-no” as a blanket statement about “Made in Mexico” and that is complicated beyond what I have studied, except that Eric Clapton used a Fender for the purpose that Fender would be hijacked, he gave the “Foot in the Door” when he chose a Fender back in the days of Cream. So, Crimson Guitars could very well be backed with safety measures to lure police there, so that they will no longer look for Guitar terror connections to the Amp Guru, at the top of the Pink Floyd Pyramid, where David Gilmour and Roger Waters, sit, as Amp Guru.

I used to really enjoy playing my guitars. It was not long ago really, but, five years is too long to not be allowed to play my guitar. I am upset about that. I want to play my guitars, and, I want my cookies and milk too. So, the terror bastards arranged that I cannot play my guitars, and, they poisoned the cookies and milk.

I am upset about that.

So, I say fuck ‘em. Take all of the terror musicians out, let God sort them out later on.

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9:24 pm:

They won‘t let me play my drums either, so fuck those guys too. Go to Drum Workshop in Ontario Ca, they do international terror through the Ontario International Airport, but be advised that the Ontario Airport is controlled by SAG, with protection from Gavin Newsom and the Canadian/Christian terror army, is a danger zone, code yellow, for caution is advised there. Newsom is dead now though, so no more help from there, he came to kill me, with Adam Sandler, neither of them have been seen since, except with old reruns of news real provided by the terror pansies of the news media. Sandler cried like a third grade girl when he did not get his way. They only act tough, in real life, they cannot survive.

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New Jersey.

It’s known as Oregon’s sister state. Both are the only states where self service at a gasoline pump is prohibited by law. They have it worked where the gas stations have a lot of unnoticed control over the inhabitants of the states. You are expected to remain in your car, not supposed to get out to stretch your legs. It’s not required that you stay in the car, but the inhabitants of the state all know about the medieval torture racks, so, getting out for a stretch, could lead to an extended time of it, so to speak.

There is more control associated with mandate of prohibition of self service than is apparent, it seems like a luxury, is a ball and chain. You are tethered to the inside of the car, if you get out, the gas station attendants double team you, triple team you, toss you into a waiting bus, for breaking the rules. To step out of the car is not a government mandate as is the pumping of the fuel, getting out of the car is “Forbidden“, and that is far worse a crime than just pumping your own fuel.

AMS says there is to be a “50% Off Sale” at my house tonight... God will be busy sorting out the AMS assassins by the morning.

Arrived at 3:02 pm this afternoon.

This one is a Ford Ranchero, 302 V-8. AMS is specific, there will be a cross-bow on the ranch, with some arrows, makes me a Jolly Rancher then.

Time to head ‘em up, and move ‘em out, pilgrim... we are going to Santa Monica, to see the Fuller Brush Man, Robert Fuller of Fulltone. The stuff he makes is built like a brick shit house, indestructible. Looks like I have been made.

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Vintage King Audio says they are bringing a Torture Rack, and are upset about having been burned.

Arrived at 2:54 pm this afternoon:

(you have to read the fine print to appreciate it)

Some highlights of the weeks terror titles in the email commands from On-High:

Other email account is all junk. I am seeing a pattern though, Ally Invest of Bocca Rattan only sends a statement notification when the rock stars and Luthiers come to try to kill me.

I am still trying to reach Pittsburgh... it’s 10:27 pm, still there is no response from Pittsburgh. It’s been weeks since I first tried, this go ‘round.

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10:31 pm:

If anyone happened to have been outside about a half hour ago and heard all of that horible screaming, that was Myers of 560 torturing a house cat, to punish me for writing these cries for help. They collect the house cats of the victims they kill, and when I go take a walk, the torture one or more of the house cats, some times the cats are electrocuted, sometimes they are put into a microwave oven, sometimes it’s more gruesome. They also put infant babies into the microwave to get the parents to take the child to the hospital when the child won‘t stop screaming and seems to have a high fever. The Myers are able to use the nitrous gas, and keys to any home, because the sheriff has ways of getting the keys. all they need to do is arrest someone, make it all look legit, and then they have the keys so that Myers can do the murder, or torture, or plant a listening devise later on... they don‘t want to kill you right away, they need to torture you, your baby, and your house cat first, to make you talk, to say what they need to know before they kill you. With me, they make sure I can see or hear the result of torturing animals that they catch by using the nitrous gas to catch the animals so that the can torture them, to terrify me, while I get blamed for the dead cat tomorrow.

Myers looks like an innocent old church lady. I don‘t have a chance against that kind of defense.

When the Myers used to be more in my face about the things they do, they would begin to torture the animals, while saying that the animals are different than people are, “the animals don‘t feel pain” they say, then begin to really hurt the animals real bad, and then say: “See, if the animal could feel the pain, then they would tell me, and ask me to stop doing this, so, it must be God’s will, otherwise this would not be happening right now.”

Juseph Myers has brought very small children to my front door, knocked, then when I open the door, he cuts the child’s head off. Right there on the front porch. I call the police, and they say to stop calling the police to make that stop happening.

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10:53 pm: There are no signs of helpful people anywhere to be found.

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1-10-2021: 2:59 pm:

[revengeofthebluepen]

Painted On With Laughter: Chapter 30

Ch 30 Love is such a funny thing

(Name) screamed out as she was strapped down onto a bed. She felt the cool metal touch her forehead and a belt go into her mouth. The electricity numb her brain as she felt her insides almost turn to mush as the electrical current stopped. Tears streamed down (Name)’s face.

   “Aww don’t cry sweetheart, I’m just trying to fix you. Make you like me. Don’t you want someone to love you? Well if you’re like me then I can love you,” Joker said as he turned on the machine once more. Inbetween shocking her, he injected her with a green serum.

   The procedure only took 5 minutes but (Name) didn’t stop screaming for the next 20. Joker undid the straps on the bed and picked up (Name) who lied there limp as she screamed in pain. Every breath she took burned. Joker carried her to her own room. The room was a padded room. The second her sat (Name) down, she lashed out at him. Joker escaped the room. Behind the closed door, he shook his head and tsk. Meanwhile in the room (Name) sat on the floor rocking herself back and forth, as tears slid down her cheeks. (Name) would live the next year like this; chained into a pad cell where all she had was silence and darkness as her friend. Everyday the same, the treatment, she would lash out, and then locked into her cell. She was given three meals on days that she behaved semi-good. By the time the year had passed she had on average killed one man a week, from lashing out at different people.

    (Name) sat there rocking on the floor as the viewing part of the door slid open. (Name) didn’t even look up to see who it was. It was the same routine everyday.

   “Do you want to come out sweetie?” he whispered for too much noise drove (Name) crazy.

   (Name) hummed in agreement.

   “Are you going to behave?”

   Normally (Name) would stay silent but this time she hummed back in agreement. Joker looked shock but happy.

“Perhaps, he thought, “I’ve broken her at last.”

He opened the door, and entered the room. (Name) tried to stand but fell to the ground. Joker helped her to stand. (Name) tried to walk with the help of her capture but she kept falling to the ground. Joker eventually picked her up ad carried her out to the living area of his hideout. He sat her at the table with a chair with arms. (Name) rocked back and forth in her seat as Joker went to the fridge and dug out a cup of applesauce. He grabbed a plastic spoon and placed it in front of (Name). Her arms bent and shake as she reaches her hands forwards to open the container. She pulls ad the foil but it's doesn’t open. Joker reaches forwards and goes to open it for er but she leans back with the container. She struggles with the container but finally gets it open, a smile appears on her face but it quickly fades. She shakily placed the container onto the table, and only spills a little on the floor. She reaches for the spoon. Taking some of the applesauce she goes to take a bite but she has shaken took much and there is none left on the spoon. She tried several times and gets more frustrated each time.

“Here,” Joker says as he takes her hand and helps steady it.

They work together to feed her. She ends up eating only half of it before she gives up and lets him just do it for her. It takes them half and hour for her to eat the whole thing. Joker sighs as she cleans up their mess. (Name) watches him as he cleans the mess, and reaches out to grab a paper towel. Her movements are jerky as she tries to rip off the towel and wipe up the mess. Joker looks up at (Name)’s attempt, though she is only moving the dirt around, and smiles. She may be broken but at least they can be broken together.  

   Though the family had grown close in the absence of (Name), they still get into disputes. None know of (Name) being alive, all believing  she had killed herself that night.

“You wanted us all to be like Grayson, because you missed him more than anything. I was nothing more to you than a replacement for him because he wanted something more! I am not him or you and I will never be!” Jason yells at Bruce during breakfast.  

“Jason” Bruce reached out to the boy but he moved out of the way.

“I am not here for you or them. I am only here for (Name). Once she comes home, if she wants to leave I will leave with her.”

“You know she won’t want to leave. She’s to scared to leave her room anymore.” Damian says denning (Name) is dead. Most days Damian could be caught in (Name)’s room talking to thin air. He liked to pretend that she hadn’t left and died. He misses her on her bad days along with the good one. He tries to hold onto the last shred of her he can.

The argument continues with the family and eventually Jason stormed out of the room. The rest of the family dispersed through the manner. Tim hides himself in the library rereading (Name)’s books over and over. He must have read them over a thousand times by now. Damian, hides in (Name)’s room and talks to the thin air. Dick hides in his room and talks to barbara, who he had fixed his relationship with. They had finally became friends only 6 months earlier. Bruce hides in his office, behind his stacks of paperwork. Trying to bury his emotions in the stack of papers. Jason sits out on the hill with a blanket and good book. He reads the words out loud to the grave stones. Two for the grandparents, one that was his and finally one for (Name). Though he denies her being dead, he can’t help but wonder if she truly died that night.

(Name) can be caught looking out the windows of the hide out. She rarely speaks or smiles, she is unsure of her feelings most of the time. She tries to learn to walk again and push herself to be normal in this life she was forced into. Joker can’t but hurt when she tries. He can see it in her eyes, though she says nothing, he knows she dead on the inside. He tries to reassure himself that this is the right thing to do. He loves her to death and she loves him back. The second part he always question. Did she ever truly love him back? Could she ever love him? He ponder these things as he watches her across the table when they sit in silence. (Name) looks over and catches his eyes, they are green just like Jason. (Name) can feel the tears slide down her cheek as she stares at him. Joker is caught off guard and moves to wipe away her tear but (Name) scoots away from him. She’s scared of his touch or so the Joker thinks.

“What have I done?” he questions in a whisper, “I have broken you because I thought loved you.”

“I thought loved you,” he repeats over and over again, no knowing his true feeling for (Name).

He once thought he loved her but that was no longer the case. He knows for sure he loves her. He picks her up muttering the same thing over and over. He loads her in the car. It’s dark out as they leave.

“I thought I loved you. I thought but now...” starts to say as he drives into Gotham, “I’m sure I love you and so….I’m letting you go.” he says as they pull up to the familiar park from so long ago.

He helps her out of the car and helps her the fountain. They sit together in silence as unknow pairs of eyes watch them. Joker was looking at (Name) for one second but the next he is drowning in the water. (Name) goes to help him out but she is pulled away by someone. She fights to escape as the man attacks Joker. Joker fights back and knocks the attacker back into the light. It’s Jason. His emerald eyes are filled with hatred and anger as he attacks Joker. (Name) screams out and tries to rush forwards but a pair of arms hold her in place. She looks up and sees Dick. She smiles and is pulled into a hug. Dick hugs her back and tries to take her away but she stands her ground. She pulls herself away as she watches Jason beat the crap out of the Joker.

“D...dick...p..p..please,” she says as she pulls away.

Dick doesn’t budge and so she steps towards him and grabs his face. He leans towards her and she kisses him. It is short and sweet, and she feels his hands letting go of her waist and resting on her cheeks. She shoves him back and he falls to the ground.Taking the chance she has she runs towards the two fighting. Jason has drawn his gun as Joker lays on the ground. He has given up on life. He has nothing more to lose for he knows (Name) will be taken care of. Jason raises the gun as Dick gets up to chase after (Name). The trigger is pulled and (Name) is too late. The Joker lays on the ground bleeding. She rushes to his side and props him up. She lets the tears slide from her cheeks and onto his own.

“(Name) move,” Jason says sternly.

(Name) just sits there holding his head on her lap. Joker lets out a weak laugh as he smiles up at (Name). He has a broken nose and is missing a tooth but it still makes (Name) smile back.

“(Name) move!” Jason shouts as he raises the gun.

“MAKE ME!” she shouts back.’

“He was letting me go. He was letting me go,” is all (Name) can mutter as she watches him breath.

“Boy Blunder,” Joker calls out to Dick, “make sure you take care of her, you too butthead,” he says the last part looking at Jason.

“(Name) move, please. I just want to end it. No more running. No more hiding. No more losing you. Please just move to the side.”

“If you take his life, you will be just bad as him. I will never forgive you Jason.”

“I know, but I’m doing this because I have and will always love you. You don’t have to love me back (Name). It’s ok.” Jason says raising his gun once more.

Dick grabs (Name) and pulls her away. Jason goes to pull the trigger as

(Name) breaks free of Dick’s gripp. (Name) falls to the ground, with a smile on her face as she lays next to the Joker. She’s been shot. A laugh erupts from her as she grabs on the Joker’s hand. They sit together laughing with tears in their eyes.

“I loved you, a long time ago,” Joker says as he close his eyes.

“Thank you,“ is all (Name) can say before the world goes black.

Jason and Dick pace the room nervously as the rest of the family arrives at the hospital. Damian about chokes out Jason once the two retell their story to the group. Tim just stands there unsure what to do and Bruce hugs Dick. The family waits all night in the hospital but it is worth it for the next morning, the doctors tell them they can come in to see (Name). They enter the room and the doctors infor them that  though she is awake, has amnesia.

   “The last thing she remembers is waking up in a hospital after a coma but that was along time ago,” the doctor informs the group.

Dick walks forwards and takes as seat on the end of the bed b.

“Who are yu?” questions .

“My name is Dick Grayson, and at one point I let you go, but what matters is that I’m here now. I’m not going to make the same mistake again .”

“Dick,”  says with tears forming. She pulls him into a tight hug.

“You came to save me again?”

“Something like that,” he says.

“Big sister,” Damian says as he steps forwards.

“I have a brother?”  asks in shock.

“You’ve forgotten ...a lot, but we will catch you up on the important stuff,” says Tim.

“No,” Dick says I’ve made that mistake before. We tell her everything.“

End

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#TheGoodPlace S3, Ep. 10 "Chapter 36: Janet(s)" Fall Finale Recap/Review

HOLY MOTHERFORKING SHIRT BALLS!!!! Week after week The Good Place has been delivering outstanding episodes and just when you thought the previous one couldn't be topped....think again. Here's a recap! The episode picks up after Janet takes Eleanor and the gang into her void. But there's a slight problem as Eleanor, Chidi, Tahani and Jason are all Janets. At least Janet gave them their own clothes to tell who's who.  Michael and Janet go to the accountant's office to see if The Bad Place messed with the numbers system of getting into The Good Place. Looking up Doug's records it seemed that everything for him was good; until they see that his age went against him. This upsets Michael and asked about when was the last time someone made it to The Good Place....over 500 years. 

Meanwhile, things were going so well inside of Janet: until Eleanor tries to talk to Chidi about their relationship and he tries to deny it. But soon arguing and popping things up (like Janet would do) causes trouble for Janet that could break her. Eleanor soon has an identity disorder and changes into different people. But as Chidi tries to make Eleanor remember who she is, he soon decides to kiss her and things turn out okay and everyone turning back to their rightful bodies.  Soon Janet starts to throw up Eleanor and others out of her and the alarm goes off due to that fact that they are most wanted. Michael decides to fix the system by stealing Doug's file and get everyone to what is finally The Good Place...for now.  "Janet(s)" is literally another outstanding, hilarious episode. After watching the first five minutes of the episode I believe that D'Arcy Cadren deserves not only an Emmy nomination but an Emmy for her performance and every other award out there!!! Mind-blowing? YES! Hilarious? here YEAH!! The writing was so strong and clever. Cadren deserves to the Performance of the Week.  Overall, I give this episode a 10/10. You can catch The Good Place when they return in the new year on Thursday, Jan. 10 at 9:30/8:30c on NBC. There are only three episodes left and I can not wait to see what happens next. FYI: If you didn't get the news this week; it has been a very good week for The Good Place. Not only did they get picked up for a furth season, but they also got nominated for two Golden Globes for Best Actress in TV Comedy Series for Kristen Bell and Best TV Comedy Series.

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Who Knew This Would Happen (Ending 1)

Warnings: Cheating, ANGST (poorly written angst because I legit suck at writing tear-jerking stuff), swearing, fluff, mentions of sex Word Count: 12,116 Summary: You knew that something was up with your husband, Connor Murphy, but never could you have known what was actually going on. It broke your heart, and what was worse is that you two had a child together. Masterlist Tags: @jaredstrashcan @glowingsaphaelruby @several-fandoms-girl @robot-anon @lover-of-fanfics @frenchiefri @hamburger-anon @the-butterfly-anon @i-am-a-fangirl-okay @westerosgirl182 @regular-mexican-girl 

Hey, look who’s fucking back!

Your father had just gotten off the phone with you and he noticed that something was off—you sounded upset, it was subtle but still there, and he did not know why. Thinking you had just been watching a television drama that took a sad turn, he let it slide as he made his way back to his office. “She’ll be fine,” he said to himself.

On his way back, your father passed Connor’s workspace and overheard his son-in-law address someone in a hushed tone. “We can’t keep doing this,” Connor whispered. Your dad wondered who he was referring to and as to what he what addressing, shortly he got his answer. A feminine huff was heard and Connor continued, “Juliet, I’m serious. I have a family at home. I… I can’t keep cheating on my wife.”

Juliet chortled darkly before she purred in an equally as dark, seductive tone, “Oh Conny… you think I care? Pfft, I don’t. Connor Murphy, your touch makes me feel alive. It has become something I need to live, so please don’t end this here.” She paused and purred again before continuing, “Say, I have a proposition for you: since I need you like I need air to breathe, how about we run away… together. Let’s get married, have a family together—I am saying this because it is so painfully clear that you feel something for me instead of your wife. Thusly, why don’t we get away and build a new life? What do you say? I know you want to say yes, I can see the lust and love in your eyes, Connor.”

Having overheard this, your father was rightfully miffed. Seeing red at the revelation that his son-in-law had been cheating on his baby girl, he barged into Connor’s workspace, eyes wild and angry. In the space before him, there was his son-in-law (who had been married to you for three, almost four, years) and Juliet (your father’s secretary). Juliet’s button-up shirt was unbuttoned to show an obscene amount her cleavage, body pressed firmly against Connor, one of her hands putting his hand on her clothed breast and the other running through his long brown hair. Her lips that were stained with red lipstick drew closer to his neck, tongue gently licking her upper lip, as she cooed out to Connor.

A deep dark snarl left your father, their boss, which made both of their gazes snap toward him. Watching as horror filled their faces, the feeling of utter betrayal of trust and family washed over your father as he sneered, “You, Murphy, get your sorry ass to my office. NOW! And you, Juliet, go home for the day before I fire you for sexual harassment!”

Juliet gasped and stumbled away from Connor at her boss’s stern voice, buttoning up her shirt as she went; meanwhile, Connor was flabbergasted as he watched his mistress scramble off. All that ran through his head was, God fuck, I’ve been caught by (y/n)’s dad, my boss! All while trying to get Juliet out of my life! How do I explain that?!

Your dad glared at Connor as he said in a louder, sterner voice, “Did I stutter? Or did you just not hear me over the raging guilt running through your mind because you were caught?! I told you to get your sorry ass to my office! Now move it, Connor!”

Without a second thought, Connor’s legs moved on their own. Exiting his workspace, he made his way, shamefully and quickly, to your father’s office. He noticed how some coworkers around the office stared at him briefly, their disappointment palpable, as they had seen Juliet run out a few moments prior. Feeling the disappointment and anger behind him, he knew your father was close behind. The walk to his boss’s office was full of self-reflection and disgust.

Connor entered the boss’s office and not even two seconds later, your father walked in and let the door slam behind him. As he walked behind his desk, your father spoke, voice still raised in betrayal and irritation, but barraging his son-in-law with questions, “What the hell was that about with Juliet, Connor? What gives you the right to cheat on MY daughter—your loving partner and wife?! Did something happen, hm? Is my daughter not enough for you? Is Juliet blackmailing you? Tell me, boy: why cheat on your wife, who has given you everything, including a child? Tell me.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Connor began, “Sir, I know this looks bad. Really bad, in fact. But no, Juliet is neither blackmailing me nor is it that (y/n) isn’t enough for me. It’s just that… Juliet came into my office one day and I had a moment of weakness in which I ended up doing the unth—”

“How long?” your father interrupted. When Connor gave your father a look, he spoke in a harder voice, “How long have you been doing this to my baby girl, boy?”

Eyes cast down in defeat, in disgust, Connor uttered how long he had been doing that, “A year and a few months. But I swear that it means nothing to me! Juliet means nothing to me! She was just… there at the wrong time and used me for her silly little g—”

Again, your father cut him off. This time with a stern, “I don’t care how or why it happened, Murphy. The point of the matter is: you cheated on my baby girl, and have been doing so under my nose the whole time. A whole YEAR of your married life! For the whole duration that your wife was carrying your son, my grandson, you were off… fucking some chick from work?! Seriously, Connor?” Your father grew so angry with Connor that he had to take a moment to breathe, to calm his nerves. Sighing deeply, the hurt he felt was evident to Connor now, he continued as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “You know what… you have extra work indefinitely from now on. I was going to pass it off to someone else, but not only are you more than qualified for the extra work, you’ve proven that you need more on your plate to keep your mind, body and eyes from wondering. You will need to take most of this extra work home every night and I expect the reports on my desk every morning. Congratulations, Connor. I hope your little affair was worth everything that will be adversely affected. I will be moving Juliet to a sect two, maybe three, cities over tomorrow morning.”

Connor could say nothing to your father. What else was there to say? Your father would not take the excuse, which it was, that Juliet had come into his life and used him. For your father did not know what had happened around the time the affair started. “Yes sir… I… accept this extra work. Now, can I be excused to go do my daily work?” he asked in a defeated manner.

“You may. Get out of my sight,” your dad sneered, shooing Connor away.

Evan had helped you move all of Connor’s clothes down to the guest room and you were so grateful. Now that everything of Connor’s was moved out of the master bedroom, you and your son and Evan sat on the large couch in the living room. On the large television your favorite Disney movie was playing, as you wanted to watch something Jason would enjoy. Evan sat with his left arm around your shoulder as you leaned on his chest, sleeping. Your little snoring was overpowered by the louder snoring of your little chubby son, who was leaning against your stomach. (Y/n) and Jason are so cute when they sleep, Evan thought to himself as he leaned his head against the back of the couch.

Vaguely noticing that the movie just ended, Evan’s eyes were fluttering closed. Even though moving all of Connor’s stuff was not much of a physically exhausting feat, watching you cry softly at everything that you two moved was the exhausting part. The dull sound of someone opening the garage door made Evan be on slight alert, but he was still tired. It was only when the door slammed shut that Evan was fully awake, being thrown into high alert.

The loud slam woke you and Jason up, you shouted in panic as your head shot off his chest, “OH MY GOD!!! WHO SLAMMED THE DOOR?!” You looked around, very very very frazzled. Your big eyes looked up at Evan as you asked, “Who was that?”

Jason starts crying at being suddenly thrown from his slumber. It was at that moment that Connor walked into the living room, chucking his briefcase down. Once Connor’s eyes focused on Evan, he glared while sneering, “Why are your arms around my wife, Evan?”

“Why are you home so early, Connor? It’s only 5:30… you usually stay at work until 7:00, what happened?” you asked, looking at your unfaithful husband while bouncing Jason on your lap gently.

Huffing, Connor crossed his arms and still glared at Evan. “That doesn’t matter, what matters is that I asked Evan a question. And I expect an answer,” the long-haired man growled.

Evan immediately pulls his arm away from you as he stammers, “I-I… well, we were just, just watching the movie and I di-did it without thinking. B-but… I don’t think she really minded. I was just being a good friend!”

You looked at Evan, nodding, “You’re right, I don’t mind that at all, Ev. Hey, since you helped out so much today, why don’t you stay for dinner? I’ll get up and make something! What do you want Evan?” You bounced up from the couch, bringing your young son with you, beaming at Evan. Under your beaming smile and Connor’s hard glare, Evan stammered out something simple. As you turned to go to the kitchen, you were stopped by the brooding man before you, who refused to let you pass. With a heavy sigh, and you situating Jason on your hip, you looked Connor in the face. “Oh, and by the way, Connor… you are officially moved into the guest room,” you spoke coldly.

Connor’s arms immediately dropped to his sides, the color of his face draining as he reached out for you. “But, (y/n), I—” he began, tenderly grabbing your upper arm.

Ripping yourself away from him, you growl, “Don’t you dare touch me, Connor! You’re luck I have just enough feelings for you to not kick you out. I know I could find someone more qualified to be a father-figure to Jason but… I do still love you, and Jason deserves to know you—as much as I want you gone. I’m being selfish… but a part of me hopes what happened was just a huge mistake… but, I don’t know.” Your voice grew sad as you talked, and soon you had to excuse yourself to the kitchen to make dinner.

Hearing the tone in your voice change, Evan got up and followed you into the kitchen—leaving Connor alone in the living room with the knowledge that he’s no longer welcomed into your former shared bedroom. He messed up and now he was stuck feeling sorry for himself, and for the marriage he may have officially ruined.

Connor walked into his study, which was shrouded in darkness, the time was 7:30 in the evening. Evan had left after dinner, saying he needed to get back to his mother, so now it was just the unfaithful husband left in the large house with his saddened wife and baby boy. Looking down at his briefcase for a brief moment, Connor knew he had a long night ahead of him. One that at the end of it, he knew he could not go snuggle up with his beautiful wife. Flipping on the light switch, the unfaithful young man felt a sense of dread wash over him.

He had to force himself to walk towards his desk, the pregnant silence of the room broken as the floor gently creaked and groaned under his heavy footsteps. Or, what he felt was heavy footsteps. Connor was feeling hopeless at the mess he caused because of his stupid affair. The stupid affair that arose because of a heavy, hurtful reason. A reason Connor had not thought about just talking to you about, because you yourself were still hurting due to what had happened. If only (y/n) had not had that happen to her almost two years ago. If only she had not l—

His thoughts were cut short as he slammed his leg into the corner of his desk. “FUCK!” he shouted in both shock and pain. Immediately, Connor sat down in his chair, set his briefcase on the desk and rubbed his clothed upper thigh. “God damn did that hurt, shit,” he hissed.

Subconsciously, his eyes watched the closed door of his study: he was waiting for you to come make sure he was okay. A part of his mind knew you would not care after his affair came to light, but the hopeful side of his mind held out hope that you would come. That you would open the door and peak your head into his study, your eyebrows furrowed in worry as you asked what had happened. He can hear you clearly in his head. Asking him in a soft voice, as to not wake up Jason, “Are you okay, honey?”

But, you were not coming to check on him. You had no reason to care right then. He knew that and after a few moments of rubbing his leg, Connor turned his gaze to his briefcase. “Time to get to work,” he said to himself.

Hours went by and the next time Connor looked at the clock, it was 11:45 at night. He needed sleep and he somehow managed to finish the three stacks of work his boss made him bring home. “I finished my work… I can call it a night,” he yawned to himself. Packing up his briefcase, Connor stretched and stood up from the chair. With his work in tote, he walked out of his study, shutting off the light.

The sleepiness was quickly getting to his mind, and he stopped at your bedroom door—thinking, in his sleepy stupor, that is was still his too. Twisting the doorknob, Connor silently slipped into the room, setting his briefcase by the door. As he stumbled, somehow silently, through the dimly lit room, Connor tugged off his clothes, leaving them strewn across the floor. Walking over to the side of the bed that was formerly his, Connor yawned yet again, lifting up the covers and slipping into the bed beside you.

Your body’s warmth made Connor let out a soft grunt in appeasement as he cuddled close to you, spooning you effectively. Soon, Connor found himself feeling frisky, despite his sleepy logical side telling him that, a) he was in the wrong room and, b) not to do what his sleepy horny side wanted. Without much thought, his lips brushed across the shell of your ear and he runs his hands up and down your sides, wanting you to wake up to give him permission. “(Y/n)… wake up,” he grumbles in a sleepy, groggy voice.

Slowly but surely, you woke up and felt yourself being touched, and someone’s lips brushing against your ear and neck. “Hm?” you hummed sleepily, almost giggling at the feeling of lips against your neck, “who… mph… who’s there?”

With a pout, Connor said sleepily against your ear, “It’s your husband…”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!” you shrieked, now fully awake. You jumped out of the bed, hissing at Connor, “What are you doing touching me?! I told you not to! Get, get out of my room, Connor!” You were disgusted that his filthy lips had touched you and started rubbing your neck in the spot where Connor had been kissing. “This isn’t your fucking bed anymore. I want you out.”

The shrieking woke Connor up slightly from his dazed state. “What are you saying…? This is our room… now come the fuck back here and let’s wear each other out. Mmmmm… let’s fuck,” he cooed lustfully, yet incredibly sleepily.

You clenched your jaw, gritted your teeth and were tempted to just kick him out, but you wanted to toy with him for a moment. Rationalizing why you had not kicked him out, you decided that he deserved to play with after playing with you and your emotions for a year. Your jaw unclenched and your lips twisted from a frown into a devious smirk. “Oh? You really want that, sir?” you purred, walking to the end of the bed, in front of Connor.

Connor watched you with dark, tired, lusty eyes. “Yes,” he hissed in pleasure, “I want that, my little wife.”

You crawled up to Connor, grinning wildly, like a wild woman. Speaking in a soft, innocent voice, you rubbed his inner thigh through the heavy comforter, “What do you want your wife to do first, sir? Suck you off? Or maybe you want the main course already.” Amusement filled your senses as you saw the lust building behind Connor’s eyes. Oh, if only he knew the horrid plan you had planned for him.

“I want you to suck me off, baby girl,” he growls, digging one of his hands into your (h/c) locks. “Now get to it,” he commands.

You rolled your eyes, playing along, you let Connor pull your head close to his crotch. Teasingly, you ran one hand up his bare stomach, snickering silently as Connor’s skin jumped and he let out a soft shiver. “How badly do you want it, sir?” you teased, pulling the comforter down over his boxers. The only honest response from your body was how instinctively you licked your lips as you saw the bulge in Connor’s boxers. “Ah, so hard for me already?”

The two-timing man above you sucked in a breath as he spoke in a shaky, lustful voice, “Yeeess. I am. Now wrap those lips around me.”

Curling your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, you chuckled up at Connor. “You really want my lips around your hard, throbbing cock, Connor?” you asked as you pulled his boxers down. Gasping as it came into view, you said, trailing your index finger up the shaft, “Oh my, it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen your cock, Connor. It’s so hard… all for me?” Leaning down, you brushed your lips against his shaft, giggling airily as Connor moaned.

“Yes, yes! All for you, angel!” he moaned, tugging your hair. “Just fuck, please do it! Stop fucking teasing me!”

Pressing a kiss to Connor’s navel, you pulled his boxers back over his hard erection. A loud whine escaped his throat and you flopped to your side of the bed, hissing, “Then you shoulda thought about that before fucked that slut. Now, get the fuck out of my bed!” With that, you shoved Connor out of your bed. He landed on the floor with a loud thump, and you waited for him to stand up for you to roll out of bed.

“What the FUCK is your problem?! You just pushed me out of our bed!” Connor sleepily shouted.

You walked over to him, behind him, then proceeded to push him towards the door. “My problem is you, right now, Connor! This is no longer your bedroom! You cheated on me, you have been kicked out of the room we once shared. Your new room is downstairs by the garage! NOW OUT!” you quietly shouted, pushing Connor out of your room. Quickly, you gathered his clothes, picked up his briefcase and threw them at him. “Now go to fucking bed you two-timing piece of scum!”

Connor looked over his shoulder at you, a confused look in his tired eyes. “What do you mean, babydoll? I’m not cheating on you, why would I? You’re so perfect…” he whispered.

He saw the frustrated tears swelling in your eyes as you spat at him, “You little fucking liar, get out of my room and I don’t want you back here!” You pushed him out of the room and slammed the door behind him. “Stay away from me, asshole,” you said through the door.

Kicked out of the room he thought was his, in his sleepy stupor, Connor grumbled to himself as he picked up his briefcase and clothes then proceeded to make his way down to the guest bedroom by the garage. Opening the door to his new room, Connor groaned sleepily as he walked over to the bed, haphazardly throwing his briefcase to the floor. “God, I am so tired,” he mumbled to himself as he face-planted into the pillow, not even worrying about the covers.

For the rest of that night, Connor had dreams of his life with you and Jason. You three were a happy family that had forgotten all about what he had done in the recent dark spell of his life. He knew, even in his dream, that he did not deserve your forgiveness or even the chance to still have a family with you. However, you were forgiving and gave him the second chance he did not deserve; that alone was one of the multitude of reasons why he loved you so much. And why Juliet had meant nothing to him—she just strolled into his life at a very dark point in his life.

Connor woke up to muffled giggling, feminine giggling. “Why is she giggling so early in the morning?” he asked himself as he got up from the bed, throwing the covers off his body. He vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of the night to get under them. Throwing on a undershirt, he got out of bed and walked out of his room. “Hey,” he called out to you, walking into the living room.

Your giggling was further still, originating from the kitchen. “Oh my GOD, tree boy, you are hilarious! You should totally come over after you get off of work today—Jason adores you, and you’re my rock through all of this malarkey,” you said to your phone.

Evan’s laugh echoed through the kitchen, telling Connor you had him on speaker. “Yeah, maybe I will. Because I love little Jason, he’s so cute, like his mama,” he said, the smile on his lips was heard through the phone.

Connor walked into the kitchen and saw you fixing breakfast, chuckling at Evan’s words. “Oh so you’re only coming to see Jason, not because you’re my friend and want to cheer me up?” you joked in a pouty voice.

“Oh no, definitely. I am only coming to see your son. I obviously don’t care about you, I only helped you out yesterday,” he joked back.

Clearing his throat, Connor brought your attention to him. You looked over your shoulder and your attitude changed slightly. “Oh, morning Connor,” you said in a colder tone.

Evan gasped and said, “Oh, he woke up? Should I leave you two to your morning routine?”

You laughed and answered him with a laugh, “Oh my god Evan, no. We have no morning routine… anymore.” There was a noticeable hissing undertone to your voice now and both Connor and Evan heard it.

It stung Connor, it really did. He knew you knew how he was affected by what had happened to you, not that that gave him any kind of reason to cheat on you. But, he was depressed with what happened. He had told Juliet that they could not continue to do what they had been doing, and there you were, talking to Evan and being… happier than he had seen you in the past two days. “Yeah…” he whispered in a drawn out way, “we don’t have any morning routines anymore. My bad, I was just happy with someone else who cared about me and could give me something (y/n) couldn’t.”

You and Evan gasped—you gasped in utter pain and Evan gasped in just utter awe. Wow, Connor really is stupid, Evan thought to himself before he said, “Oh hey look at the time, (y/n)… I have to go to work, I’ll see you and Jason later.” Then he promptly hung up the phone.

The moment he hung up, you glared at Connor, tears once again swelling in your eyes. Biting your lip, you bit back the urge to hurt him. Immediately Connor knew he had fucked up again, and he moved to reach out to you, to comfort you. You pull away and growled at him, “Don’t fucking touch me, Connor. Go have fun with your whore.”

Quickly, you gathered your phone, a bottle of Jason’s baby formula, your breakfast and ran out of the kitchen. Connor heard your soft crying as you retreated and he felt so bad. “Goddamn it, I fucked up again. I didn’t mean to say that… I’m not happy with Juliet,” he said to himself.

After that incident, Connor started to get ready for work, wallowing in his own stupidity for what he said. He walked back into his room to put on the rest of his clothes. Connor threw on a button-up shirt and another pair of his dressy pants that he always wore to work. “Let’s go to work and get this shitty day over with,” he said, “plus, I still have some work I need to finish. Or at least go over to make sure it is correct.”

You had been sitting on the couch, gulping on some water after you had put Jason down for the night, hopeful that he would stay asleep all night. You have told yourself that you needed to have a talk with Connor about what he had said that morning; and although you weren’t fully confident you could do it, you had talked yourself up the whole day to have just enough confidence to confront Connor about it. So, that was your plan.

You heard the garage door opening, you took another gulp of water, finishing off your cup, and waited for him to open the back door with narrowed eyes. I’m waiting for him to open that door then I am confronting him, because that was way out of line, you told yourself as you listened for the jiggling of the doorknob.

Connor opened the door, you sprang up off the couch and watched as he walked into the living room. “Connor, we need to have a little talk about what you said this morning when I was on the phone with Evan,” you said in an icy, angry tone.

He looked at you with cold eyes as he said, “What do you mean?” He was pretending not to understand what you were talking about because he was so ashamed of himself for his comment that morning. Connor just wanted you to forget about it and pretend he said nothing, but he knew you would not just let that slide.

“You know exactly what I am talking about, Connor. Your comment on how you were off being happy with someone else who could give you something I couldn’t. Did you stop loving me after we lost the baby, Connor? Do you blame me for what happened,” you asked calmly, but the hurt behind your voice tangibly hung in the air.

Connor turned to face you, the anger burned behind his eyes at you bringing up that tragedy. “You know what, yeah. Maybe I did stop loving you then! Maybe I do blame you for it! I started the affair with Juliet because she could give me something you couldn’t—a child!” he snapped back harshly.

You took in a shaky breath and clenching and unclenching your fists, you answered him in the same calm voice, “That baby was mine too, Connor. You don’t think I was distraught and hurting too? Do you really think you were the only one hurting? We lost our child! And I’m sorry we lost our first child, but at least I didn’t cheat like you. Even after we had our son, you still kept seeing her. What I did was never enough, was it?” You had not noticed your tears until you ran a hand through your hair; a tear fell onto your forearm as you lifted up your arm..

Clenching his fists as well, Connor sneered darkly, yet loudly, “NO! It wasn’t!! You aren’t enough!! Sex with you got so boring after that! You grew distant and the sex grew so dull! At least Juliet likes to get freaky, unlike your pathetic, boring ass!!” He had not meant the words falling from his lips, but he was so angry and did not want to admit that he was wrong. Even when he saw tears streaming down your face, he could not admit the he was completely in the wrong.

A strangled cry erupted from your throat, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was not, that I am not, enough for you. I loved, and still love, you but I’m not enough for you… I get it… so why don’t we stop this and you just go be with her if she makes you sooooo happy?”

By then, Connor’s head was spinning. He should have stopped, apologized, pulled you close and told you how he felt for you still; however, the little voice in his head told him that he needed to win this little fight. So, against his better judgement, he growled out, “PLEASE! Like you haven’t been fucking Evan behind my back! Maybe Jason’s his kid, huh?! That would make sense and explain so much! Like, for instance, why you’ve been talking to him sooo much in the past several months since Jason was born!” Connor was trying to bait you into slapping him, and you knew it.

That was what broke you, you let out a soft sob, angry and annoyed, “Are you KIDDING me? I’m not fucking Evan behind your back; want to know why? Because that would make me as bad as you, and I’m better than that, Connor. I married you, not Evan. You were the only man I wanted. The only man I had any kind of sexual or romantic attraction to! And there is NO DOUBT that Jason is, in fact, YOUR child. He looks just like you, jackass. I have loved you since the beginning of HIGH SCHOOL, giving you EVERYTHING you could ever want and more. I have been there for you through thick and thin, through a suicide attempt and therapy, yet you have the balls to tell me that you’re suspicious of me fucking another man behind your back? Really? That’s fucking rich coming from you, the man who actually cheated on his wife because she had a miscarriage. And I know what you’re doing.” You looked him in the eye and continue, “You’re trying to get me to slap you, but guess what… I will not stoop to your level. I’m also better than being baited to slap you.”

The rage in Connor surged to the surface and in his fit of rage, his plan had not worked. In his surfacing fit of utter rage, he picked up the nearest object and threw it against the wall. Only slightly calming down as he heard the amplified shatter of the glass and the thud afterwards, his livid eyes watched as you flinched, more tears filled your eyes before streaking down your face. “FUCK YOU, (Y/N)! I fucking hate you,” he sneered darkly, in complete rage.

His eyes followed you with burning loathing as you ran to pick up the thing. It was a picture from your wedding day and, as you knelt to reach for the shattered picture, Connor’s hatred was momentarily quelled. You looked at it sadly and your anger melted away as you murmured, running your hand along the photo, “We were so happy, Connor… we were in love… I’m still in love, but you—well, you aren’t. I-I’m sorry…” As you stood up, your puffy eyes looked at him and for old time’s sake you wanted to touch his cheek. However, you refrained as you murmured softer still, “I’m sorry for pissing you off, for not being enough… for losing our first child…”

Connor was torn. He wanted, once again, to pull you close, apologize and tell you that he still loved you too; but that damned angry part of his mind got the better of him once again. He growled, “Go to fucking bed and leave me the fuck alone.”

You did not listen to him, there was still glass on the floor that Jason could see and possibly hurt himself on. You placed the picture onto the table and turning your eyes away from Connor, you mumbled, “I have to clean up the mess before Jason gets up. I can’t have him possibly crawling around in this.” You bent down to the floor again and began to pick up the pieces of broken glass.

Sneering, Connor stepped over you, glaring as he harshly said, “I wouldn’t care if he got hurt anyways.” After uttering such cruel words, he stomped away to his bedroom. He had not wanted to say such hateful words, but he was just so frustrated and angry. Once Connor had walked into his room, he slammed his door violently. “I fucking hate her!” he snarled as he walked over to his bed.

You sat on the floor, tears falling from your eyes as you continued to pick up the broken glass of the shattered picture frame. As you picked up pieces, a shard of glass slid across your hand, leaving a pretty decent sized gash on the palm, and you let out a breathless hiss. “Ow, ow, shit that hurts! And it’s IN THERE,” you hissed, getting up to go into the bathroom to get the gauze.

Walking into the bathroom, turning on the light, walked over to the sink and opened the cabinet under it. “Okay, let’s run you through some lukewarm water for now. Because I still have glass to pick up,” you said to yourself, trying not to look in the mirror. Because the broken woman in the mirror was not the you that you wanted to see. It just was not something that you could do right then, you were not strong enough too. So, you turned the water on and let it warm up a bit. When you think it is lukewarm, you stick your bleeding hand under the faucet and hiss slightly. “Good sting, good sting,” you crooned to yourself.

Once you washed away the blood, you turn off the faucet and began wrapping the gauze around your hand. “Okay, that should be good. I have to go clean up the rest of the damned glass,” you whispered to yourself. Putting the gauze back under the sink, you turned and left the bathroom, turning the light off as you went.

As you walked back into the living, the room was filled with nothing but the moonlight and the soft light of a lamp, giving it an air of melancholy. Your eyes then meandered over to the happy picture of you and Connor, you let out a deep sigh, “Will we ever be like we were? No, probably not. I hope we can push through this. Now, I have to clean that glass up…” With a heavy heart, you walk back over to the broken glass and proceed to clean the rest of it up.

Connor woke up and looked at his clock by his bed. 2:45 AM. “Jesus, why am I up this early…” he whispered to himself as he got up and yawned. “Well, I should go use the bathroom… so my bladder doesn’t explode,” he said to himself, walking towards his door. When he opened his door, he heard the loud noise of the television. Why is the TV on? It’s so early. Surely (y/n) turned it off before she went to bed, he thought to himself as he walked into the living room.

He was shocked to say the least when his tired eyes saw your sleeping figure on the couch. His eyes also wondered to the 3/4ths drunk bottle of Fiji Water. What also surprised him was when he saw your gauze-wrapped hand holding onto the happy picture of the two of you. She’s… holding onto that picture? Why? he asked himself.

“…nnor…” you mumbled out in your slumber.

Connor looked at your sleeping form and sighed, “Just what the hell was happening in your dream?”

That was when you said his name all drawn out and sleepily, “Coooonnor~ I love you!” Connor sighed as he watched your face twist into sadness. “But, I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry…”

Connor’s voice caught in his throat, he knew what you were apologizing for, and he knew he was the one who should have been apologizing. “N-no… d-don—”

Your eyes open sleepily and it’s like you did not even register he was there, because he was sure if you had, you would have stopped sleepily talking. “No, l-listen Connor. I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry for losing our daughter,” you sob, clutching the picture closer to your chest. “I-I was so upset that I had a miscarriage and I… I’m so sorry for shutting you out after the miscarriage,” you cry out. “I was hurting so much and acted selfishly. I knew that you were hurting too, and I knew you were wanting to try again but I… pushed you away. Away and into the arms of another woman with… less emotional baggage. When I wanted to try for another child, you didn’t seem interested yet you still had sex with me… why? To give me what I wanted? What I thought you wanted? God, fuck, I’m sorry if you didn’t want Jason and you just wanted a divorce and I forced myself onto you! I’m a fuck up and I’m so sorry!” You started to so, slumping into the couch, letting the picture slip from your grip.

All Connor could do was stand there, crying as you said all that. He knew you felt this way, which is why he cut it off with Juliet. That was why he felt the guilt eating him up since you announced you were pregnant and he was still sleeping with Juliet. “(Y/n)… I—” he started but was cut off.

“I’m not as pretty as Juliet… you should leave and go be with her… she makes you happy in ways I can’t anymore…” you sniffle, tears falling from your sleepy eyes.

Surging forward, Connor gently picked you up and whispered next to your ear, “I’m sorry for being such an idiot. I was that one who was at fault, I cheated. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but… I’ll jump through any and every hoop for you.”

Subconsciously, you latch onto Connor’s clothes, crying into his gray t-shirt. “I-I know you’ll leave me eventually! I-I’m such a horrible person!!”

He felt bad as he made his way up the stairs and into your room. “No…” he whispered, “you’re not a terrible person. And I will never leave you. I was… well, am… an idiot for doing what I did to you.” As he tenderly pushed the door open with his foot, he tiptoed into the room and made his way over to the bed. “Now, you should get to sleep,” he said as he tucked you into bed. You groaned and nuzzled into the bed, the satisfied smile stretching across your face made Connor smile. As he went to turn away and leave, you reached out and grabbed his upper arm; when he turned to face you, your tired eyes looked at him almost pleadingly. “Hm? What is it?” he asked.

“Stay with me… please Connor. I… have missed you in my bed…” you whispered in a hoarse, pleading voice.

A concerned look flashed over his face as he looked back at you. “(Y/n)… you kicked me out of the room and you’re drunk. You don’t want me here,” he began.

“Coooonnor! Get in the fucking bed, I want to feel your warmth again,” you whined.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Connor relented, “Fine. For a few hours. Then I am going back to my room.”

“Don’t leave me Connor,” you sleepily slur, pulling him close to you on the bed. “At least for tonight… because I know you will leave me for Juliet. She’s better than me… prettier than me… and you would be happier with her.”

“Shhh,” Connor hushes you, kissing your forehead. “I am not leaving you for that whore. I told you, it was a mistake. Though, I do know you will not remember this tomorrow morning.” You incoherently mumbled something softly, kissing his lips chastely before you nuzzle into his chest and rafting to sleep. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed your cheek.

Later that morning, at around 8:00 am, you woke up to the smell of breakfast. “Did Connor make himself breakfast?” you asked yourself as you got out of bed and changed your clothes. “He always was good at making really delicious breakfast,” you said to yourself as you opened your room and proceeded to go down to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Connor was making not only himself some breakfast, but you some as well. He had Jason in the kitchen with him, and was handing his baby son of formula as he saw you walk in. “Oh, good morning sleeping beauty,” he joked with a smile.

You were shocked. You would have never expected Connor, your cheating husband, to do something like that for your son. “G-good morning…?” you hesitantly spoke. “What are you cooking?”

Standing up, Connor spoke in a chipper voice, which was totally uncharacteristic for your husband. Was he happy that he made you cry last night? No, there was no way he was that sick of a bastard to be chipper about that. Something else must have happened. You were brought from your thoughts by his voice, “I am cooking breakfast. I know you love my pancakes and bacon, so I made you some.”

“Wait… what the hell? Did you hit your head this morning when you rolled out of bed?” you asked, surprised that he would make you some breakfast after what happened last night.

Connor smiled at you as he chuckled, “No. I didn’t. I just thought that since I was a huge ja—” he paused to correct his wording since his child was in the kitchen, “jerk last night, that the least I could do is to make you some breakfast. And… maybe use it as a peace offering.”

“Peace offering?” you echoed, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, a peace offering. I want to make up for my mistake. Juliet is nothing like you and I am such an idiot for cheating on you,” he said, holding out to you a plate.

Your eyes stared at the plate of fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon. After a moment of internal conflict, you narrowed your eyes and spoke, “I don’t want your stupid little peace offering. You think this is an adequate peace offering? Connor, look, as I’ve said several times, I love you but this is not a proper peace offering. A proper peace offering is you breaking it off with Juliet and just leaving me to… myself and my son for a while. Just… for a few days, so I can think.” With that, you turned to Jason and picked him up. “Now go get ready for work, you have a job to do.”

Connor watched as you walked away with your child. His good mood immediately drained, he opened in his mouth to say something and he was cut off by you, who had heard his intake of breath. “Connor, I don’t want to hear your false words of: ‘But babe, I have broke it off with Juliet’ because I don’t believe it,” you said darkly, looking over your shoulder, an equally as dark glare in your eyes.

He was stunned the dark look in your eyes and with a defeated sigh, he went to go get ready for work. “Damn it, I was just trying to be nice to her after I was such an asshole, but she just didn’t care. Like I would have expected any less after the complete dick I’ve been to her. I’m just glad that Juliet is gone so I can focus on making thing right with (Y/n).”

Connor arrived at work and when he got to his station, he was surprised to see Juliet sitting seductively in his chair, with her legs crossed, skirt hiked up to expose her garter and button-down opened to the swells of her breasts. “Well hello there, Conny,” she cooed suggestively. “You’re almost running late, what happened? Were you distracted by the pictures I sent you last night?”

With a deep sigh, Connor sat down his briefcase. “Juliet, get the fuck out of here, now. You’ve ruined my life enough. Weren’t you supposed to be transferred out of this sect?” he asked.

Pursing her lips, Juliet purred, “Oh, I’m being transferred. Just not today. In three days, because of paperwork. Soooo, you have three more days for us to fuck in the office.”

“Get the fuck out of my sight, slut, NOW!” Connor raised his voice. “You’ve ruined my life enough!”

Juliet popped open her button-down shirt so that she was showing her cleavage to an obscene way. She uncrossed her legs, exposing her lacy lingerie panties, as she growled possessively, “You belong to ME Connor Murphy.”

Connor glared at her before he hissed, “No I don’t. I belong to (Y/n) Murphy. Now get the fuck out of my space.” Juliet opened her mouth to say something but Connor was lightly pulling her up from his chair and pushing her out of the area. “Listen to me and listen to me well, Juliet. We are done. I am in love with my wife! I was an idiot to have started anything with you. You’re nothing compared to her and now I have to fix my mistake. Stop trying to seduce me,” he snarls. With that, he goes back to his desk and ignored Juliet, who had gone back to her station near your dad’s office.

At some point while Connor was at work, you had called Evan over, you praised the higher power that he had job in which he had the night shift. He was over in about thirty minutes. “Hey, (Y/n), how are you?” he asked as he opened the front door.

You ran to Evan and gave him a hug. “EEEEVVVYYY!!” you exclaimed as you wrapped your hand around his neck. “Are you sleepy? Want to take a nap with Jason? He looooves when you nap with him!”

Three months passed from the day Connor’s affair had come to light. Almost immediately after he had been caught, he cut off Juliet whilst you and Evan had gotten incredibly close. That weekend, you had sent Jason off to spend a weekend with your parents, and you decided to get drunk for the first time. You were still feeling incredibly depressed because Connor had cheated, yes, but you just decided that that night would be for you. For you to have fun for the first time since before the affair came out.

That night, you were sitting in your living room, with your bottle of Patrón tequila (that you had bought a few days before), shot glasses and lots of lemon and lime wedges to chase the alcohol. By the time you had downed five to seven shots of Patrón, you were gone. You couldn’t really move at that point because you had drunk so much tequila. Out of nowhere, you started to laugh at nothing; sure, there was Spongebob Squarepants playing on the TV, but that wasn’t making you laugh. You did not even hear when Connor opened the garage, or even the door, you were just so drunk and laughing at nothing. Your vision was hazy and you wanted more tequila.

Connor walked past the living room and, truthfully, had not been expecting to find you drunk on the couch as you watched Spongebob Squarepants, giggling like a child. However, when he first walked past the living, he had not noticed that you had been drinking. Connor approached you, saying worriedly, his eyes still had yet to spot the bottle of Patrón, “(Y/n)? Are you okay? It’s only 6:45 in the evening… where is Jason? What—”

You answered in a drunken, hiccuping giggle, “I-I’m watching Spongeybob, Conny~!”

It was in that moment that Connor noticed the bottle of tequila and he sighed, “(Y/n)…… are you drunk?”

More drunken giggles came from your throat as you spoke, “Hehe~ mmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyybe I aaammm~! W-wa, watch Spongebob wif-with meeeee~!”

You made grabby hands at him and Connor chuckled to himself. He noted how cute you are when drunk before he sets down his briefcase and then sat down beside you. “Sure, why not. Someone how to make sure you don’t do something stupid while you’re drunk,” he said.

“Oooooooooh,” you gasp childishly. “You suddenly care about me?”

Connor looked at you, hurt in his eyes, and spoke, “That’s not what I meant. You know what I meant by that, (Y/n).”

You leaned against him and said, “Yeah… I know what you meant by that and I was just being f-funny.”

Your husband is shocked that you are leaning on him, eventually snuggling up close to his chest, where you rested your head; he had not had any physical contact with a woman in the three months after his affair was found out. “(Y/n), why are you snuggling up to me?” he asked, hesitantly reaching his arm out, trying to get permission before he touched you.

Drunkenly, you giggled, nuzzling your face into his chest, “Can I not just snnnnuggle,” you hiccuped, “not just snuggle with my sexy husband.”

Looking at you as you spoke those words and blinking slowly, Connor asked, “Did you… just call me sexy?”

Hiccuping, you purred almost seductively as your hands glided up and down Connor’s chest, “Yeah~! Why wouldn’t I call you sexy?” You laughed as you looked at Connor before a light went off behind your eyes. “Hey! Hubby~ I just realized weeeeee haven’t had,” more drunken giggles emitted from your throat as you continued, “that we haaaaven’t haad ssseeexx in forEVER! I want to change that~!” With that said, you clambered into his lap and started peppering kisses all over Connor’s face and neck, hands running up and down chest.

Subtly but not so subtly, you ground your hips into Connor, causing him to gasp airily. This man did not know what to do, because he had not had any sexual contact in three months, but damn was he antsy. He just set his hands on your hips while looking up at you, mouth agape, soft whimpers occasionally leaving his lips as you nip at his neck while your hands buried in and tugging at his brown locks. As moments pass, and you peppered kisses along his jaw, neck and lips (but he did not kiss back), causing more gasps to flutter out of his throat. Things started to get steamier when you started moaning against his skin as you ground your hips against his rougher, and with more vigor.

Nipping at the shell of Connor’s ear, you moaned in a begging tone, “Con…Connor, I need. I need to feel you inside me. P-please take me to our room and have me!” Then after you moaned that, you stumbled out of his lap, pulling (or at least trying to) him off the couch and up the stairs; drunken giggles fell from your lips at the thought of having sex with your handsome husband again.

With a racing mind, Connor did not know what to do. It had been months since he was able to touch you and now there you were, albeit drunkenly, letting and even wanting him to. As soon as you pulled him into your room, Connor immediately scooped you up in his arms and finally kissed you for the first time in what seemed like forever. God had he missed the softness of your lips. While he was lost in the feeling of your lips against his once more, he had not noticed that you had reached up and tugged on his hair once more. This time, instead of a gasp against your lips, a growl rumbled through his chest, “Are you sure you want this? Because if you keep tempting me, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

You giggly replied, before deepening the kiss, “Yes! I want this—n-no, NEED this, hubby. Please give it to me! I’ve been so lonely theeeese past few months~! Make them up to me tonight~!”

Another growl ripped through Connor as he sped over to your bed, setting you down while trailing his lips down over your jaw to your neck. However, he stopped and kissed the sweet spot just under your ear before continuing down to your neck. “You’re right. Let me make it up to you, (Y/n)…” he whispered against the flushed skin of your neck. His hands started to roam over your body as he kept kissing down to your collarbone, where he latched onto and left barely visible marks on your collarbone.

It was at that point that you were experiencing a false-sober. Things started to heat up even more and you mumbled something incoherently, causing Connor to pull away and ask you what you had said. You repeated yourself in a small voice as your legs were spread open and inviting to Connor, “I said that I want to have another child with you.”

Everything stopped for Connor. He knew that right now, you really did not want that, and that it was just the tequila talking, but he decided to play along—knowing he was going to use a condom if you did not pass out before things got that far. “You really want that?” he asks softly, kissing your flushed cheek.

“Yes!! Now stop teasing, stalling, WHATEVER and have me, my sexy husband!” you exclaimed, stroking his cheek. “I love you Connor Murphy. Always have, always will.”

Those words made Connor emotional. He leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss as he said, tugging off her shirt, “I love you so much, (Y/n). There’s nobody else I could ever want to be mine and the mother of my children. I’m so sorry.”

The next morning, you woke up and your head was throbbing with a hangover. In fact, you still felt slightly drunk. “God, that fucking sucked. I never want to get wasted again,” you grumbled, voice hoarse and gravelly. It only took a few moments after waking up that you felt a very cold breeze on your nipples; looking down your eyes widened as you saw your bare breasts. Lifting up the sheets, your breath hitched as you noticed your lack of clothing. “No. No no no no no no,” you say rapidly. Suddenly, you remembered something from last night and whipped your head to look over at Connor’s side of the bed, which should have been empty. You were beyond horrified to find your cheating husband not only laying beside you, but completely naked as well. With a loud, ear-piercing scream, you shoved him out of the bed, “GET OUT OF MY BED, CONNOR!!”

Connor woke up as his body hit the floor with a loud thud. Shooting up, he rubbed his back and shouted in surprise, “OWW! What the FUCK, (Y/n)?! You can’t just push me out of the bed like that!”

You were furious to say the least, and you snapped at him, “Yes the fuck I can! Especially when you are in MY ROOM!!! Now get your clothes and fucking leave!!” You saw the stunned look in Connor’s eyes as you stumbled out of bed, gathered his clothes, shoved them at him and proceeded to kick him out of your room. Once he was successfully shoved out of your room, you slammed your door closed and leaning against it, you clutched your arms, body shaking. “Oh my fucking GOD! I had sex with my cheating husband…” you whispered to yourself, voice shaking as your body was.

Immediately, you knew you needed to wash away the shame of bedding your husband again; therefore, you quickly shuffled into the bathroom. When you saw yourself in the mirror, you were even more disgusted. Your collarbone and breasts were littered with hickeys, a shameful reminder of what you had done in a wasted stupor. The worst part was that you remember being false-sober enough to agree to having sex with him, in fact, you were the one who initiated the sexual contact. “I hate myself right now. I am disgusting…” you whimpered as you started to cry. “I’m calling Evan… after my shower,” you said, reminding yourself that you need to shower.

Thirty minutes later, you felt a bit better after showering. Walking back to the bed, you plopped onto the soft mattress and reached for your phone on the nightstand. Opening your phone, you called Evan immediately; his phone rang a total of one and a half times before he picked up the phone. “Hey (Y/n), what’s up?” he asks.

“I fucked Connor last night,” you spoke simply, wanting to get it out.

Evan coughed as he said, “I’m. I’m. I’m sorry, what? You did what now?”

Sighing, you said again, “I said that I slept with Connor last night. I got drunk last night, worst mistake of my life, and I ended up fucking him.”

“Well… there’s nothing that can change that but because I know you, you’re going to have to talk to him about it,” Evan advised.

Groaning, you answered, “But Evan I don’t want to! It was embarrassing! I told him that I wanted to have another child with him…”

You heard your friend take in a sharp breath before answering, “Okay? …okay. So, now that is something you need to talk out. So, umm, do you actually want that? With, uhh, with… Connor?”

An exasperated groan left your lips and you covered your face. “I don’t KNOW! Yeah, I want to have another kid, Evvy, but I don’t know! Connor cheated on me! If we were to still be a married couple, there would need to be work done. And I’m not just talking about him treating me right and ditching that slut who he cheated on me with… I’m talking about marriage counseling. I want this marriage to work, Evan. Connor was my first love and this all happened because of something I couldn’t control… he’s the father of my only child… I still love him and want to be married to him but I just… we need counseling if this marriage is to survive this affair,” you said into your phone.

You could hear Evan nodding at your words. “Yes, I agree with you. If you do want to stay together with him, counseling needs to happen. Want me to help you look into marriage counseling? I am free today since it is Saturday, I can come over if you need me too, or you can come over to my house. It wouldn’t bother me either way,” Evan spoke.

You could not help but smile at your his words. “Evan… you mean the world to me right now, you know, besides my son. You’re like my rock in this tumultuous time of my marriage. I will be over there in the next hour, okay? I have to get ready,” you answered, the thankfulness in your voice obvious. “And tree-boy…”

“Yeah (Y/n)?” Evan asked with concern, thinking you were going to tell him something else on the bad news side of the spectrum.

“…thank you… so much,” you whispered, “for, you know, being here for me during this whole load of bullshit.”

Evan hummed in response as he softly answered, “Anything for you, (Y/n). Someone needs to make sure you keep your head on straight. To deal with this situation and especially for Jason.”

You laughed and nodded, which Evan could not see. “You have such a good point! I need to be in tip-top shape for my bouncing baby boy! He is my world, and thanks to you, even though my marriage has seemingly fallen apart, it hasn’t affected him as much as it could have without you,” you said with a smile.

Evan chuckled and spoke, “Well, I guess I will see you in about an hour.”

“Yes. Yes you will Evan. See you then,” you giggled. Then, Evan ended the call and you were left in a fit of smiles and soft giggles. He was truly the best friend you could have asked for, and especially in that time of heartache. You also looked forward to trying out the marriage counseling, just to see if you and Connor’s marriage would be able to survive the horrendous affair. “I really hope Connor and I’s marriage works out… I know I shouldn’t but, I just love him so much and I would do anything to make this work…” you whispered to yourself as you laid down on your back.

You arrived at Evan’s house, ready to do this, with your laptop carrier slung over your shoulder. You walked up to his door to ring his doorbell, and once you rang the doorbell, it only took your friend a few seconds to answer. “Hey there, (Y/n)!” he exclaims with a wide grin.

With a soft smile, you shifted the weight of your laptop on your shoulder. “Hey there Evan. Can I come in or are you going to make me stay out here?” you asked with a smile.

“O-oh yeah! Sorry, please come inside, (Y/n). We can chill in the living room and look up marriage counseling there, or sit in the kitchen closer to the food and water. Because I know how much you love to snack on things,” he said with a chuckle.

You walked into his house and your light brown-haired friend closed the door behind you. “Dude, the kitchen sounds bomb right now! I am HUNGRY! I’m still hung over… kind of. I got over it quickly…ish? I just drank a lot of water and ate some bread before I left the house,” you said with a laugh.

“That’s good, now we should probably get to looking huh?” Evan asked with a grin.

Sitting down at Evan’s kitchen table, you set your bag down and nodded at his words. “Yeah, I think we should. Because I need this marriage to work…” you whispered.

Sitting down beside you, Evan looked at you. “I know you do (Y/n), and we will do everything we can to save it,” he spoke tenderly.

“Thank you Evan…” you said, reaching over to touch his hand.

A few hours went by before you and Evan settled on the perfect marriage counselor; you set up an appointment for Tuesday and now you had to talk to your father about Connor taking a day off. You wanted that because you had a feeling that you and Connor would be in that office for a large part of the day. Picking up your phone, you smiled happily at Evan as you called your father. It rang three times before your father picked up. “Yes sweetheart? What is it?” your father asked.

“Hey dad, I have a favor to ask you,” you spoke.

“And what would that be my angel?”

“I need to ask for you to give Connor the day off this coming up Tuesday. I scheduled a session of marriage counseling to see if that…” you trailed off and sniffled, “… to see if that will save our marriage, daddy. Because I love him—he broke my heart and yet it still beats and yearns for him. God, I’m so pathetic aren’t I?” You honestly almost started sobbing the more you thought about it. “S-sorry daddy, I shouldn’t be dumping this out right now… not to you…”

You dad sighed and said, “It doesn’t bother me if you wanted to talk to me about the way you feel right now, pumpkin. I know it’s been three months, and that isn’t too much time to heal from this but… I do think you’re going at this the right way. Your love for Connor is strong enough that you are willing to forgive him and even go to counseling to keep your marriage together. Now tell me how that is pathetic sweet-pea? The trick is, you can’t. Because you are not pathetic for still loving your husband, even if he hurt you in an unspeakable way.”

“Dad…” you whispered shakily.

Evan touched your hand as you listened, father continuing, “I am very proud that you are my daughter. You are mature beyond your young years. Nowadays, young couples would not be able to get past the sin of cheating on your significant other. Well, the better word would be wouldn’t try getting past something like that.”

You rolled your eyes and explained, “Dad, the reason why most people can’t is that most of the time… people just don’t have the tolerance for it. I see this affair as a pothole in Connor and myself’s relationship, our first one in fact. I know why he did it and I am willing to look past it if we go to counseling and get out marriage back in order. You don’t know this… nobody really does, but I was… I had a miscarriage… before Jason…”

Evan and your father gasped sharply, not having expected that tidbit of information. “You… miscarried? And this is what you think lead to Connor’s infidelity?” your father asked.

“I know it is… that’s why we need this counseling. We will be taught how to strengthen our relationship after this. And… I know it will take a lot of work and an equal amount of time, but for Connor and our marriage… I am ready to do it. Because I refuse to let this end after six years of being together over some… dumb little affair because we went through a tough spot after my miscarriage!” you exclaimed. “A-anyways… can Connor have off Tuesday?”

With a heavy sigh, your father relented, “Yes. He can, I wish you two luck on rebuilding your marriage, sweet-pea.”

“Thanks daddy,” you answered.

“One last thing,” said your father, “are you coming to get Jason tomorrow afternoon?”

With a giggle, you answered, “Yes daddy, I’ll be by to get Jason by five tomorrow evening.”

“Okay, love you sweetheart. See you then!” And then your father hung up, presumably to go dote on Jason some more.

With the call ended, you were brightly smiling. “Connor’s off on Tuesday, so we can go to the counseling session! I am nervous, but excited to take this step towards normalcy in my marriage once again,” you said with a cheery tone.

Evan smiled and answered you, “Yeah, I can tell you’re so excited for this. I wish you luck on this (Y/n), because you’re going to need it. And also, remember you need to talk to Connor about what happened.”

A groan rumbled through you at the mention of that. “Damn it Evan! Why can’t you let me forget that even happened?!” you whined.

“Because you can’t just sweep what happened under the rug and forget about it! You need to confront Connor about it and tell him that if he ever wants to have another child with you, or even continue to have a marriage with you that things need to change. That is when you bring up that you looked into marriage counseling and have already set up a date. Because you care for him and don’t want to give up on your marriage,” Evan said.

You looked at Evan and you whined, because you knew he was right. “God I hate that you’re right!!”

“I know you do,” he smiles.

“Guess I should go home and do that, huh?”

“That would be the responsible thing to do,” Evan answered.

“God I hate when you make me do things I don’t want to fucking do,” you whined.

Evan smiled and stood up, helping you pack up your laptop. “But I am keeping your head on straight and making you do the mature thing is part of my job right now,” he spoke with a knowing grin.

“You’re riiiight,” you whined as you shoved your laptop and its charger into your pack. “OOOOOKAY! Fine, I am ready to go. Thank you Evan, I will talk to you soon!”

Evan walked you to his front door and before he opened the door, he pulled you into a hug. “But on a serious note, if anyone would be able to survive an affair, it would be you and Connor, (Y/n),” he whispered to you.

Hugging him back, you replied, “Thank you Evan.”

Nearly kicking open the door, you dragged yourself into the house, toting in some groceries to make Connor’s favorite meal. “Cooooonnnor! Can you come help me!” you shout into the house, not knowing where he was.

A few short moments later, your tall husband came into the kitchen, looking at you weirdly. “(Y/n)? Why do you have so many grocery bags?” he asked as he walked to you, taking most of them from you.

“I wanted to make your favorite meal to… apologize for kicking you out of bed this morning and for having drunken sex with you. There are some things I want to talk about, between us,” you said as you set your computer bag on the island in the kitchen.

“What kind of things?” he asked, looking at you.

“Well, for one, I want to address what I said last night. About having another child with you…”

Connor’s whole body tensed at the mention of what happened. “Okay… yes? What about that?”

You walked over to Connor and touch his hands. “Connor… I meant what I said… I’m about eighty percent positive I want to have another child with you. However, before that were to happen, there would be some things that need to happen. One, you would need to stop having this affair and two, we would need to go to marriage counseling to see if we can come back from this,” you said softly, looking at his face.

His eyes held a look of understanding and agreement. “I would love nothing more that to do that. I want to have another child, and I want to strengthen this marriage that I decided to foolishly ruin. I haven’t talked to Juliet in the three months since you found out that I was being an idiot. I am so sorry that I hurt you in the way I did, and I love you… if you believe marriage counseling will help us move past my mistake, then I will gladly do it,” he spoke truthfully.

Smiling, you said, “That makes me… happy. Really happy in fact. I already have a session set up this Tuesday.”

“Really? So fast?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I was really wanting for us to move past this. Because, I love you Connor Murphy, more than anybody will ever fucking know. You mean the world to me and I know we can move passed this, it will just take time and effort that I know I am willing to give,” you said with a smile.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I can’t wait to take this step in recovering from this with you, (Y/n). My perfect little flower,” he whispered.

“Neither can I! Only three days until we take the first step,” you said. “And we can leave Jason with my mom while we go to the counseling sessions.”

“She will love this,” Connor laughed.

“I know she will,” you spoke, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “And tonight’s dinner is to recovering. It feels weird talking to you like this again but Evan talked some sense into me and I knew I had to make up for how I acted last night and this morning.”

Connor stroked your hair, saying, “It’s okay. You really didn’t need to apologize.”

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8/2/18

If I remember correctly, around midnight tonight is the second anniversary of a walk I took in the woods.

After reading @hollycrowned ‘s musings, I have my own thoughts about what CipherHunt meant to me. At the end of the day, yeah, it was a strange, cool fan thing Alex threw together, but… I think everyone who was there know that it was also something more. The further it retreats into the past, the clearer it becomes to me that I was profoundly affected.

So... some kind of cross between creative nonfiction and inane ramblings to follow, with a little candid talk about my own mental stuff. I don’t know. It just turned out to be a very, very weird, personal event in my life that I hang on to.

...................

Two years ago, I was a pretty different person. I’d just moved back to Oregon after about nine years away, and it was unexpectedly hard to deal with the fact that I’d left this place where as I was born as a child, and returned as a young adult. I was eighteen and grappling with that weird sense of upheaval and stasis you get after graduating high school, and other things I carried with me from where I was before. Meanwhile, I was watching cartoons.

Gravity Falls ended a handful of months before I started watching. I don’t have any crazy fandom stories from back when it was airing. But I still really appreciated seeing Oregon the way little kid me remembered it lovingly depicted in a fantastic story, at a time when I didn’t feel at home anywhere. There were a few things that helped me feel more anchored, and that little town west of weird was one of them. I wanted to live there. Still do. And I remember the little thrill of mystery when I learned about the single hint we had of statue’s existence, the mysterious image in the show credits, the code in the last episode, rusty gates and secrets. I remember many people doubted the statue was real, but somehow I never did, even when it started to look like we’d never find him.

I didn’t have Tumblr yet, so I was mostly in the Reddit side of the fandom when the Hunt started. Words can’t describe the initial rush when that first clue went live: LET THE GAMES BEGIN. No one knew what was going on either, but I don’t remember feeling confused, if that makes sense. I knew immediately: something big was going down. And then I spent the next two weeks glued to my phone, refreshing the Megathread over and over, feverishly cracking codes, waiting for the next update. I go back there, sometimes, and reread our collective descent into near insanity. And I’m really only half exaggerating—as far as I am concerned, anyway. I was practically consumed. I didn’t sleep. I was hardly able to. But I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so exhilarated. That was the best part of it: we had no idea what was happening, but we all knew we were taking part in something bigger than ourselves. Half the time I couldn’t quite believe it. It felt like any moment, I should have been waking up from some dream.

So I was there for the nun debacle (sorry Sister Mary!), the post office storytime with Ariel and Jason, and Puzzle Hell. I watched streams, listened to Stan’s voicemails, put forward theories, and mostly just reveled in the event itself. I met one of my best friends through the Hunt. And when the time came and we cracked the last code, I realized: I could go.

I was going to go meet Bill.

I was streaming, too. I never quite managed to save the footage, but I don’t mind, given that it’s about 30-45 minutes of me deliriously mumbling into my phone and tripping over things in the dark. I remember there were a few other people there, all the way from Portland, and we ran into that cute little family from Bend. They left us a sign that it took forever to find. We got lost a lot.

Around midnight, we found him. As soon as I saw him, I broke down into hysterical laughter.  I think I was expecting something small, and for some reason, discovering otherwise felt like a rug swept out from under me. At five feet tall, I stand eye level with the brim of his hat. I had to catch my breath. I ended up taking a 50 ruble note from the box. I regret not taking some of the plastic coins or gems, but I’m still glad they went to other Hunters. And, of course, I shook Bill’s hand.

I had to do it. There was no other choice, really. I knew I was never going to have the chance again, and if I didn’t do it, what would that mean? That I was scared?

I remember being weirdly struck by how long and thin they’d made his hand. If it had been alive, it would have been able to wrap all the way around mine. I was so caught up in two weeks of building suspense and so addled by lack of sleep that in the moment, it was honestly a little scary. It really did almost feel like any moment, his fingers might tighten and his eye might blink toward me, and smile.

I’ll do anything, I said in my head, if the way I feel right now lasts forever. I never want this to end.

And then I went home, and slept like the dead.

Bill’s a cartoon triangle. It’s just a game. But... I like to think he kept his promise.

There are certain times in your life where, down the road, you realize that it was a turning point. The end of one chapter and the beginning of another. I don’t know what happened in that clearing in the forest, but something did. One of me went in, and a different me came back out. I cannot express enough how grateful I am that I was able to be part of the Hunt, especially at the time in my life when it happened. I was depressed and lost and often afraid that I was an embarrassment, and that nothing was going to get better. And I still am, but now I have how I felt to hang on to. I wasn’t scared of being myself during that time, I didn’t care if I was weird. Everything was weird! I fit right in!

It’s so hard to articulate how being in that forest was, to me, but I remember this feeling like: “Life really can be magical after all.” I’m still holding out hope that someday, I can return to who I was during the Hunt, when I was brave and unreservedly full of joy to be part of this unbelievable adventure that I will never forget, as long as I live.

If all goes well, I’ll be visiting Bill again soon, in his new home. I can’t wait. It’s a journey that’s long overdue.

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Won't soon forget | Roasted Winter Squash Soup with Curry and Coconut

Over the holidays, my brother gave me a box of family photo albums he's had since our maternal grandmother passed away in the summer of 2012. Between pages sticky with scratchy lines of yellowed glue and crackling sheets of protective plastic was a photo of grandma, younger than I can remember her, cooking with Aunty Surinder. Aunty was a close family friend, if not an actual relation.

The shot belongs with a few others in sequence. My grandfather, dressed in a pale yellow golf shirt with the collar neat, sitting with his elbows on a table, talking to a man whose back is to the camera. Another with grandma and aunty outside a small cottage, wearing sunglasses and smiling broadly at the photographer. My mother thinks the cottage must have been a rental of some sort, a forgotten holiday somewhere. Wherever it was, it looks green and temperate. And they look happy. 

That one photo has stood out to me for the last two weeks, how the highest points of their smiles are just visible, the way their attention is on the stove and to each other. The particular blue on the carton and the eggs in the pan. Friends are going to India in a few weeks, and talk of their trip has had me thinking about my childhood visits there. I've been missing my grandmother in that hollow, aching way that comes with time, especially the feel of the skin on the back of her hands, her laugh, and her way with a good scramble. That photo, among all the others, even the ones where she's fully facing the camera, shook any dust off her memory.  

Benjamin and William know of our friends travel plans, and that some others are newly engaged, and that another couple just bought a house. While the boys don't call Sean and my friends aunties and uncles, they do call them mister and miss. So it's Mister Jason, for example — I can't get past my upbringing of children not calling adults by their first names alone. What's more, in the naming of their misters and misses in the world, I hope the boys feel they've claimed the adults that are theirs, besides just Sean and I, our parents, and their aunts and uncles by blood. 

For the last little while, William has held the firm belief that yellow soups are his favourite. I often make ones with squash or carrots, garlic, ginger, and cilantro, then chilies and coconut to take us somewhere in the area of Thailand, if not quite there. After last week's successful khao soi/squash experiment, I continued the streak with this Indian curried one.

Molly wrote about this soup more than two years ago; it is as simple as you'd want yet so bang-on exactly what it needs to be. The oomph comes from curry powder (honestly, I keep curry powder in the house for the aforementioned khao soi, mum's dry fried noodles, and this soup), but then its made all the  more interesting by a partnership with maple syrup (!) and fish sauce. The maple syrup, and grade B is really the way to go here, has a darkness that is brought out by the savouriness of the fish sauce, so its sweetness melts into the background. Lime juice and Sriracha further sharpens the focus right at the front. It is the type of soup you make with such regularity that you take for granted how good it is. Which I totally did, until I was texting about it Sunday night. I'm glad I remembered. I won't soon forget. 

(ROASTED) WINTER SQUASH SOUP WITH CURRY AND COCONUT MILK

I like this soup with accompanied by a little bulk — a rag of griddled naan, a mound of brown rice or crisped quinoa in the bottom of the bowl. Or, as shown, with chubby cubes of firm tofu slathered in the same flavours as the soup (maple, Sriracha, fish sauce) then bronzed in a hot skillet until leathery-edged. I had the last of some cooked lentils knocking about, so stirred them through with yogurt, cilantro, mustard sprouts and a pinch of Kashmiri chile powder, then spooned them over the tofu for another collection of textures. Cashews worked over in a mortar and pestle would also be nice. 

The method for the soup was barely changed by me in roasting the squash first, but everything else is an adaption by Molly Wizenberg from a recipe in Better Homes and Gardens via Lisa Moussalli's own adaptation. I agree with Molly in that butternut is the best squash for the task, but red hubbard and butterkin aren't bad. Acorn makes the soup a bit more khaki and it somehow tastes it, too. The ace method for roasting squash entirely from Molly Hays at Remedial Eating. The squash is roasted whole — no peeling! No hacking! No scraping of seeds still stubborn! Wins all around! — then split once soft enough to do so without resistance. It is brilliant.

INGREDIENTS

 1 winter squash (about 2 pounds / 500 g)

2 to 3 tablespoons olive oil

 1 medium or large yellow onion, chopped

 3 or 4 large garlic cloves, minced

 1 tablespoon curry powder

 1 (14-ounce) can unsweetened coconut milk

 2 cups (475 ml) chicken or vegetable broth

 1 tablespoon maple syrup

 1 tablespoon Asian fish sauce

 1 teaspoon Sriracha or other Asian chile sauce

 Juicy wedges of lime, for serving

METHOD

Preheat an oven to 400°F. Place a whole winter squash on a rimmed, parchment-lined baking sheet (see note, below). Bake the squash until tender enough to be pierced deeply with the tip of a knife with only modest resistance, about 30 minutes. Carefully split the squash down its length, being careful of the steam. Flip the squash facedown on the pan and pop back into the oven for 15 to 20 minutes more until squash tender but still firm. Turn the squash so their faces are now upturned, and roast for 10 minutes more. Set aside until the squash are cool enough to handle. 

Meanwhile, warm the olive oil in a 4 to 6-quart Dutch oven set over medium heat. Add the onions and cook, stirring, until they are softened, about 5 to 7 minutes. Stir in the garlic and cook for a minute or 2 more. Sprinkle in the curry powder, and stir around for 1 minute. Pour in the coconut milk and scrape any stuck bits from the bottom of the pan. If using an upright blender, transfer onions and coconut milk to its carafe, along with the broth. Scrape the seeds out of the squash and discard, then spoon the flesh into the blender as well. Purée until smooth and velvety (alternatively, do all of this in the pot with an immersion blender). Pour the soup back into the pot, stir in the maple syrup, fish sauce, and Sriracha, and check for seasoning. Bring the soup back up to a simmer, then serve with fresh lime wedges alongside for squeezing on top. 

NOTES:

When I roast winter squash this way I tend to do a whole bunch all at once — basically however much my oven can hold. This way it justifies turning the oven on, and then I'm set for soup (or whatever use you might have for roasted squash) for the week. 

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Source: http://sevenspoons.net/blog/2016/1/5/wont-soon-forget

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THE ORIGINALS SEASON 5 - ALL THE FACTS AS OF PREMIER DAY 18TH APRIL 2018 - All ship information, TVD character cameos, new characters, flashbacks, how the show will end and other tidbits (also 'accidental’ spoilers the writers didn’t want us to see)

DISCLAIMER: 

These are compilation of spoilers issued by the writers and cast themselves through social media, SDCC and text/video interviews, also IMDB listings. Please don’t read if you don’t wish to have spoilers for the upcoming season. The ‘accidental spoilers’ for the season are going to be posted under a cut, so those who want the official spoilers and wish to stay away from the other ones can do so.

Below is a summary of everything we know so far about season five. I’ve sourced where possible, though for some things there is no available source, (such as Danielle Russells instagram live video which isn’t available in it’s entirety, though I watched live and wrote down what she said as it was airing, and a photograph from Carina Mackenzie’s instagram of a draft of 502 which was not screenshotted.)  At the time of posting, all tweets are active, though tweets can be removed at any point. This is up to date at time of posting, I’ve scoured and added everything I could find. If I’ve missed something out, please link me and I will add on.

For SDCC 2017 facts, I’ve simply put “SDCC” as the source. Here are links to watch the SDCC panel  - (xx)      

A compilation of like 97% of the bts photos are here (x)

General Season Info

The Originals season five premiers Wednesday, April 18th at 9:00 p.m and this season is the final season of the show (x) (x) The show was originally due to premier on the 20th April, but got moved from Friday to Wednesday. The show has now been on every single weeknight. (x)

The Tagline of the season is “Family, Always and Forever” (x)

Joseph Morgan, Daniel Gillies and Charles Michael Davis will be directing again. Joseph is to direct episode 3 “Ne Me Quitte Pas,”  Charles to direct episode 6 “What, Will, I, Have, Left” and Daniel is to direct episode 10 (SDCC) (x)(x)(x)(x)

Episode titles are as follows (followed by director, writer(s) and synopsis where possible) (x):

5x01 ‘Where You Left Your Heart’ - Directed by Lance Anderson, written by  Marguerite MacIntyre (x)(x) 

“Desperate to see her father Klaus after seven years, Hope resorts to drastic measures to bring her father back to New Orleans. Hayley attempts to minimize the fallout from Hope's actions, but not before news of what she's done ripples through the city. Meanwhile, Freya's guilt over not being able to reunite her family gets in the way of her happiness with Keelin, while Rebekah struggles with her inability to fully commit to Marcel. Finally, struggling without Elijah by his side, Klaus' murderous rampage throughout Europe leads to an unexpected encounter with Caroline Forbes.”

5x02 ‘One Wrong Turn On Bourbon’ - Written by Carina Mackenzie (x)(x)

“When a mysterious disappearance brings Klaus back to New Orleans, Hope looks forward to the prospect of seeing her father again. However, when the dark magic that had been keeping them apart begins to manifest in dangerous ways across the city, Vincent turns to Ivy for guidance about what it may mean. Elsewhere, Marcel returns to New Orleans amidst increased tensions between the supernatural factions, while Freya makes a decision about her future with Keelin. Finally, Roman's surprise visit to the Mikaelson compound forces Hope to reveal some dark truths about her family. Josh also appears.”

5x03 'Ne Me Quitte Pas’ (Do not leave me) - Directed by Joseph Morgan (x)(x)

“In the immediate aftermath of having his memory erased by Marcel, Elijah awakens to find himself in the middle of nowhere and without a clue as to who he is. Unable to control his instinctive vampire ways, Elijah encounters Antoinette, a beautiful and free-spirited vampire, who helps him navigate his new life. However, a run-in with Klaus threatens to destroy the peace he's finally found.”

5x04 'Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea’

5x05 'Don’t It Just Break Your Heart’ 

5x06 ‘What, Will, I, Have, Left” - Written by Marguerite MacIntyre, Directed by Charles Michael Davis (x)

5x07 ‘God’s Gonna Trouble The Water’ - Written by Bianca Sams & Julie Plec (x)(x)

5x08 ‘The Kindness Of Strangers’ - Written by Carina Mackenzie (x)(x)

5x09 ‘We Have Not Long To Live’

5x10  ‘There In The Disappearing Light’ - Written by Jeffery Lieber & Eva McKenna, Directed by Daniel Gillies (x)(x)

5x11 ‘Till The Day I Die’

5x12 ‘The Tale Of Two Wolves’ - Written by Carina Mackenzie (x)

5x13 ‘When the Saints Go Marching In” - Written by Jeffery Lieber & Julie Plec    (x)(x)

On returning special guests:

Nate Buzolic, Claire Holt, Danielle Campbell and Sebastian Roche are all also returning for their roles as Kol, Rebekah, Davina and Mikael respectively. (x)(x)(x) 

Julie said there’s a chance Cami, Finn or Jackson will appear this season. Soon after posting this, Leah Pipes was on set for one of the final episodes (x) (x)

On the Mikaelson Family:

There are “several” Hope/Elijah scenes and “a few” Rebekah/Hope scenes (Danielle’s insta live) 

"This season is about the Mikaelsons trying to find a way to bring the family back together" (x)

Danielle Russell said Hope was 15 (in her insta live) and that eight years have passed, which was originally said during SDCC by Julie also. However, Julie has stated seven years elsewhere (x) (There seems to now be a general consensus 7 years has passed)

Hayley, Klaus and Hope are ‘a family’ (Danielle’s insta live)

More sister bonding for Freya and Rebekah will be in the show. (x) 

Klaus’ true ship of the season is the family (x) 

We can tell that a lot has changed, but as the siblings have been alive for 1000 years, it’s almost like a blink of an eye for them. (x)

Hope and Klaus have a strained relationship, despite Hayley and Freya trying very hard to keep them all close. Klaus ignored Hope over the years and Hope isn’t thrilled about it. (x) (x)

Nobody at school knows Hope is a Mikaelson. (x)

Riley describes Freya’s first love as her family.  (x) 

Hayley has found happiness with her new boyfriend Declan (x)

Freya is experiencing peace for the first time in her life though struggling to put herself first, she’s in love and happy, though working to bring her family back together and has also been very active in Hope’s life, working as her mentor and support system, which causes conflict with Klaus. It has also been stated that she is in her late 30′s / early 40′s but has physically aged slowly (SDCC)(x)(x)(x) 

During the time jump, Klaus has gone on a murder spree (SDCC)

Hayley and Hope have a typical chaotic mother/daughter relationship and there  will be ‘many’ scenes with the two of them together. During the time jump Hayley has helped Hope with school projects, focused on her personal life, and also tried to overcome her heartbreak to be strong for Hope. (SDCC) (x) (x)

Marcel will reflect on his past and how he’s managed the quarter. (x) 

We see why Rebekah makes the same mistakes over and over, going deep into who she is. (x) 

Klaus hasn’t been in touch in five years (x)

Klaus visits Elijah in Manosque, France and converses with him, though Elijah has no clue who he is (x)

There’s a Freya/Elijah moment in which there’s tears of happiness (x)

Hayley is not in every episode this season. Elijah will also not be in at least one episode. However, Klaus is in all. (x) (x) 

We get an episode that is Elijah from start to finish. We get to see where Elijah left off in the s4 finale, and what he’s been doing in the seven years that’s passed. Julie has said she had “Being able to write a narrative for Elijah that allowed him to live an entirely different life and imagining what that life would look like was a lot of fun,”  (x) (x)

Hope is aware of the kind of man her father is and what he’s done, and is annoyed he's trying to hide it from her (x)

On new characters:

Minor characters cast for the season include Nicholas Alexander as “Henry Benoit”,  Alexis Louder as “Lisina”, Katie Cook as “Poppy”, Malone Thomas as “Colette”, Jamie Thomas King as  “August Muller”, Kyle Jackson as “Lookie Loo”, Jason Burkey as “David”, Shiva Kalaiselvan as “Ivy”,  Bella Samman &  Allison Gobuzzi as “Josie & Lizzie Saltzman”  (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)

Several love interests have been cast for main characters. Jaime Murray has been cast as Elijah’s new love interest Antoinette - “a beautiful, “old-school” vampire who meets Elijah shortly after he loses his memories. Her flirtatious, free-spirited nature masks dark secrets about her painful past” - who will appear in episode 3. Torrance Coombs has been cast as Declan - a flirty Irish chef completely ignorant to the supernatural until Hayley introduces him to it - and he’s to be Hayley’s new love interest. He’s been described as her ‘friend with benefits’ and Hayley has been described as ‘the woman he loves’ Jedediah Goodacre has been cast as Roman - “ a charming vampire who takes an interest in Hope after a “mysterious incident” occurs at her school” - Hope’s love interest. Another love interest for Hope includes Landon, portrayed by  Aria Shahghasemi  -   “a thoughtful, compassionate and self-aware kid from the wrong side of the tracks who catches Hope’s attention when she witnesses him being bullied by his affluent classmates,” & “desperate to escape his broken home and the small southern town in which it stands. Despite being human, Landon apparently has a shady past, and investigating it could lead him into the dangerous world of the supernatural.” - who will appear in the penultimate episode  (x) (x) (x) (x) (SDCC)

A character named Margot is set to appear, described as “a “calculating” vampire, whose glory days trace all the way back to 1920s Europe. She recently moved to New Orleans, and she has an “almost zealous devotion to her family.”  (x) It’s highly likely that ‘Margot’ has been renamed to ‘Greta Sienna’ and will be played by Nadine Lewington as the character descriptions are identical (x)(x)

On TVD character appearances 

Candice King is set to appear in 4 episodes,  501, 506, 512 & 513, reprising her role from The Vampire Diaries as Caroline Forbes-Salvatore, Headmistress of the school Hope attends - it was also confirmed she recorded audio for a fifth episode. Matt Davis will reprise his TVD role as Alaric Saltzman in episode 512. Demetrius Bridges will also reprise his TVD role as “Dorian Williams” 501 at least (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)

Stefan Salvatore mentions are possible. And due to a bts photograph of stand ins that have hair unmistakably like that of Stefan, it’s almost certain he will appear along with his brother Damon. (x) (x) (Though in an interview, Paul has said he likely wont cameo, which means that the stand in’s may simply be filmed from the back to represent the Salvatore’s, though their faces and voices wont be appearing) 

Regarding Flashbacks:

Summer Fontana will return as Hope in flashbacks  as we see her struggle with her magic as she grows older. (x) (x) ( Also confirmed by Danielle Russell in her insta live when she said she met Summer on set) 

There’ll be a flashback to 1x22 show how Hope got her name (x) (further evidenced by this photo of Phoebe on set wearing her 1x22 post-birth costume)

On the final episode:

In the finale there’ll be a bench scene between Elijah and Klaus similar to the one in the first episode (x)

When asked about the finale, Joseph said “The family doesn’t all sail off together into the sunset. There is hope there, there is definitely some sort of peace for everyone. It’s very emotional.”  (x)

One of Julie’s regrets is that there was never a full scene on why Elijah believed Klaus had dropped the family into the ocean, though it is touched upon in the finale.  (x)

Julie says there’s no character who had their ending planned from day one (x)

The show probably won’t get a happy ending and it’s possible that the final words of the show may end up being the iconic “always and forever” (SDCC) (x) (Danielle said in her insta live that she believes the finale ties a lot of things together)

On Vincent:

It’s confirmed Vincent will be given a love interest and has just been carrying on with ‘business as usual’ in New Orleans, he’s been maintaining the stability of the city. He’s comfortable but vigilant. (SDCC) (x) 

He is managing the quarter, restoring peace and calm (with a little help from Freya) (x)

On Hope / Roman

Roman and Hope is described as “Complicated but really interesting” (Danielle’s insta live)

Roman appears to be the only person who knows Hope is a Mikaelson, it’s unknown if he’s always been aware or is new to the fact.  (x)

On  Freya / Keelin

Freya and Keelin have a love that runs deep but they’ll hit hurdles along the way (x)

Freya is ‘so in love with’ Keelin - “Keelin definitely wants her to put herself first, and it’s just really hard for Freya. But I think you’ll start to see that transition a little bit, where she starts kind of considering, you know, ‘This is what’s best, and my family understands, and that doesn’t tear us apart.’ - Riley (x)

Keelin has been spending time with Doctors Without Borders, in the Middle East (currently in Lebanon) and is often away from New Orleans; Freya astral projects to her. They spend a lot of time apart, as Freya doesn’t want to leave the city till her family are reunited, this gets to Keelin. Keelin wants to spend the rest of her life with Freya, but wants to explore their relationship when Freya isn’t as connected to her family. Freya fears she’ll lose Keelin if she doesn’t join her in Lebanon. (x)

On Hayley / Elijah -

Elijah and Hayley will have a conversation about their past, future, regrets and dreams and their relationship this season is described as “equal love and pain” in regards to them, though Julie hopes the two will find peace in eternity together (x) (x) (SDCC) 

Hayley & Elijah will appear in Mystic Falls during the season (x)(x) 

On Marcel / Rebekah - 

Marcel and Rebekah have remained in New York over the time jump, Charles joked they were ‘catching broadway shows’ and couldn’t get tickets to see Hamilton (SDCC) 

They have a penthouse in New York, and they’re doing ‘pretty good’, coping well with the Mikaelson separation, though Rebekah does get upset and it sometimes causes tension. (x)

On Kol / Davina -

Kol and Davina are married in season 5, the wedding happened in the time jump. Nate described their relationship this season as  “The struggle that comes into play is now that he has this responsibility to his wife, he also has this struggle with his family. And I guess as he tries to separate from the family, his family tries to drag him back in. It becomes a bit of a struggle between wife and family.” (x)

On Klaus / Caroline -

Caroline and Klaus will have three scenes together in 501. She will be there to call Klaus out on his shit. Caroline also has at least one scene with Klaus in the season finale in New Orleans. (SDCC) (x)

Julie say’s that they don’t collide and get a happy ending - because she thinks their relationship is more mature than that.  In the same interview Joseph is satisfied with how the characters leave off, and he hopes the way it’s done will pay tribute to the fans and their devotion, but warns that not everyone will be happy. (x)

According to Candice, Julie has always had a ‘clear idea’ of what she wanted from Klaus and Caroline together, and the final season of The Originals gives life to that. (x)

Misc info:

The Hollow will remain a prominent enemy in the season, but there’ll be another big bad to contend with.  “The Big Bad this year is launched from an ideology more so than one singular person’s nefarious desire, It’s an ideology that was spawned almost a century ago, a movement that has been simmering and stewing over that century. It does have a personal connection to the Mikaelson family, but it also has a thematic resonance that is very timely.”   (x)

Every year, Josh, Freya, Vincent and Hayley prep for Mardi Gras together  (x)

Julie promises a ‘sliver’ of hope for Klaus and Cami fans (x)

Don’t expect a friendship between Caroline’s twins and Hope, it seems that the age gap isn’t workable for the three witches to become friends. (x) (x)

New Orleans has been at peace without Klaus (x) (x)

The werewolves still have their upgraded power, as Hayley and Jackson kept their vows until he died, and the werewolves will be included more this season (x)(x) 

Caroline and Freya don’t have scenes together (x) 

Caroline will also have a scene with Josh in 501 (SDCC)

Julie scripted a wolf!Klaus scene but it was cut (x)

UNDER THE CUT ARE THE ‘ACCIDENTAL SPOILERS’ FROM THE WRITERS ROOM. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE SPOILED BEYOND WHAT THE WRITERS HAVE OFFICIALLY CLEARED

These are the ‘accidental spoilers’ - spoilers that were leaked by the writers unintentionally and the photograph which revealed them was quickly deleted. These have been put under the cut so those who do not wish to view them do not have to.

This was posted by the new showrunner Jeff Lieber, the storyboard is from episode 507 - it was promptly deleted

As the image is hard to read, I’ll decode it down here;

Hayley dies in 5x06, she burns to death. Klaus tries to save her but is unable to as someone stops him. Elijah watches her death.

Elijah’s memory returns.

Someone (possibly Margot due to the last letter of the name being ‘T’ and she is the only character with a name ending in ‘T’) knows Hope could be the ‘Ruin or Salvation’ of New Orleans.

Margot is killed to protect Hope (Which furthers the theory that she knows Hope could ruin NOLA and may have tried to stop her)  

Vincent is on the outs with Klaus and Freya

Keelin is pregnant - judging by the comment “Freya/Keelin resolution” it could be assumed that Freya is unhappy about the situation

Marcel and Davina reunite, and Elijah is going to help Davina with a problem.

There’s a flashback in 507 -which is presumably the 1x22 flashback that Julie has all but confirmed is where Hope’s name is decided upon  (due to the nature of the flashback and the episode in which it takes place in, one can assume that Klaus is telling Hope how she got her name in an attempt to comfort her) (also see this post here explaining how people came to the conclusion that the flashback is set in 1x22)

Hope goes missing and is searched for by Klaus and Caroline

Hayley’s funeral is in 5x07, Klaus speaks at her funeral. On the board there are several points questioning the kind of funeral Hayley will have, a second line typical of new orleans, or a crescent ceremony in the bayou -judging by info from fans who watched filming in Conyers (from videos that have now been deleted) - there was a second line funeral parade filmed meaning Hayley probably doesn’t get a Crescent ceremony.

Hope is angered by Hayley’s ‘calm funeral’ and is to make a ‘big move’ at the end of the episode.

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All to the revelations the Revelation that the Revelation member when we were in 30 days of sunrise on the beach at the end of the blog they would start realizing how bad they talk to the people and start kissing for favors. I'll never say it again.

The airport's closed at night I CALLED IT

One Greyhound bus can change the world not for good we're going on the same Greyhound bus that destroyed this family over airplane loophole remember our blessing is Jason didn't work the best place to take the girls to get hurt without any witnesses. No one heard her screams because she was the best girl

Where all the fake gems from sunlight City where they have no snow 90° are desperate to get into snow and they all pile on to bus after bus meanwhile back at home their brothers are broken bones and bleeding out and they're headed to another city and snow on a Greyhound bus

It's when we say on a Greyhound bus and not a 700 series Delta SWEAR AFTER THIS IS ALL SAID AND DONE IT'S GOING TO MAKE MORE SENSE THAN QUESTIONS

No they took the island joke really is is that why you built this place cuz of the island joke the islands don't have one bus station he took that s*** kind of hard when I said yeah that's why they keep all that food poisoning on the island so that way they ever got to destroy it it's just one bomb on top of the island you can actually do it with a big drone

I don't know it seems to me you guys chase that joke Black's not allowed in an airport in snow but that has nothing to do with them swimming in my pool I GET HOME AN ENTIRE BLACK SKIN FAMILY IS IN THE BACKYARD IN MY POOL SWIMMING it's not I get off the plane and an entire black skin family sitting in the lobby in the airport nice and warm while it's snowing outside

You guys got the the science of building a yacht confused with a freezer you buy from Walmart $25 that never turns off ARE THE BOMBING DRONE YOU CAN BUY THEM FROM BEST BUY TO LIKE 300 BUT YOU WANT TO DO A TAX A TINY BOMB ONTO IT AND THEN GO TO THE CLOSEST ISLAND OF THE FOOD PROCESSING CENTER AND DROP IT ON TOP OF IT #IS LAND

No I knew it was over for you guys when 3/4 attached itself to the island WHAT IS THAT THE MIA AND POW FLAGS ALL YOU GUYS GOT TO DO IS PUT A FLAG OF A POOL OF BLOOD and then put under the Mia pool of blood not a beach

And right next to it actually you want to take that one down and put up a flag of a 🐾🐾 pet restroom

Oh yes I do know your problem you're f****** whites failed satellite make a slave master. Found out that we were at stockpiling black skin people moving them to the beach. Then he opened up his own 3/4 Beach and then allowed blackskins to travel in between these tiny airports that are in driving distance to Chicago for an 1 hour to Oregon on the other side of the map in 2 hours AND GET THIS ALLOWED BLACKS TO PROMOTE MY BEACH AND HOLD MY WHITE SKIN SEX LIFE HOSTAGE

I don't think it's funny for you guys to be involved in socialism face-to-face doesn't include someone whispering through your walls I can't be near you because my stink my stinky breath and stinky skin

It sort of take socialism right out of the question it's just like well why don't you just call me AND I CAN HANG UP WHENEVER I WANT

And for this socialism to fall on this one word in english. Let me remind you what why we call Black Mass genocide. Because 50 million 500 million Spanish Latin babies never go to school holding on to this one word until one of those crackers those white hair babies say it and their neighborhood and then they call invasion and kill all the boys and keep all the girls FOR YOU TO BUILD THIS B******* SITE AND CALL IT ALL FOR YOU GUYS CHASING THIS ONE F****** WORD IN THE NAME OF SOCIALISM FOR ONE F****** WORD YOU HAVE US HOOKED UP TO EVERY SPEAKER WE WALK BY SCREAMS AT US and here's the problem you're f****** lie it's it's the caliber of your lies I look up and I see every boy and man in the airport whispering the same thing and I say they don't need a speaker or a satellite to see that they're whispering it so all together it's going to be f****** loud as hell in here

P then you're going to want to hit him with an obvious and duh

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How Ghostbusters: Afterlife Honors the Original Legacy

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For director Jason Reitman, the first official announcement of Ghostbusters: Afterlife was, by blockbuster franchise standards, quite modest.

“Before we ever started shooting, the way we debuted the idea to the world was we shot this little teaser in secret, with Ecto-1 in a barn,” says Reitman, talking to Den of Geek by phone. “At the time, I remember thinking, ‘Okay, we have the script, we’re going to make this really fast. We’re going to put it out into the world before anybody knows it, and this whole thing is going to fly by.’”

That was back in early 2019. Now, more than two and a half years later, Reitman says, “I wish I could go back and pat that director on the shoulder and just be like, ‘All right, calm down. Be patient. This is going to take a minute.’”

It’s taken somewhat more than a minute: like so many films, Ghostbusters: Afterlife was delayed by the COVID-19 pandemic from its original summer 2020 release. But in another sense, it’s taken more than 30 years – not just for this long-awaited second sequel to the original 1984 Ghostbusters to arrive, but for Reitman to embrace what in some ways is the mythology most closely related to his family name.

Reitman’s father, producer/director Ivan Reitman, was behind the camera for the original film, which he and his iconic cast – Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd, the late Harold Ramis, Ernie Hudson, Sigourney Weaver, Annie Potts, and Rick Moranis – turned into a comedy classic for the ages.

Jason Reitman was not even seven years old when Ghostbusters came out in June 1984, yet his memories of being on the set are still vivid to him. “It was extraordinary,” he recalls. “It became my introduction to what it meant to make a movie. It was my introduction to really knowing my father as a filmmaker.”

Even though Reitman at first resisted the idea of following in his father’s footsteps and began pre-med studies when he got to college, the lure of the entertainment business was perhaps too great. He enrolled at USC and began shooting short films and commercials, eventually making his feature directorial debut in 2005 with Thank You for Smoking.

Yet while that was the beginning of a successful string of sophisticated satires, comedies, and dramas for Reitman that included such acclaimed films as Juno (2007), Up in the Air (2009), Young Adult (2011), and Tully (2018), Reitman says that the subject of Ghostbusters would come up constantly.

“From the moment I had shown interest in filmmaking, people wondered whether or not I would direct one of these movies,” he says. “Like any young person who has tried to define themselves outside the framework of their parents, I ran away from that… I really wanted to establish my own voice and my own sense and style of filmmaking.”

Meanwhile, the franchise itself seemed unable to move smoothly forward either. The first sequel, 1989’s Ghostbusters II, was, like the first one, directed by Ivan Reitman and written by Aykroyd and Ramis. While it scored at the box office (albeit earning far less than its predecessor), the film was scorned by critics and was generally considered a lackluster follow-up.

Although Aykroyd, Ramis, and Ivan Reitman continued trying to develop a third film for years, the death of Ramis in 2014 and an all-female remake (directed by Paul Feig) of the original film released in 2016 seemed to bog those plans down – until it was announced in January 2019 that Jason Reitman would direct Ghostbusters: Afterlife, a direct sequel to the first two movies set 30 years after the events of Ghostbusters II.

So what changed the younger Reitman’s mind about getting involved in the franchise? “I really didn’t imagine myself making a Ghostbusters movie, but then this character came to me, and that character became undeniable,” he says. “I think it didn’t hurt that she was the same age as my daughter.”

The character in question is Phoebe (Mckenna Grace), who moves with her single mother Callie (Carrie Coon) and her brother Trevor (Finn Wolfhard) to a dilapidated farmhouse in rural Oklahoma due to financial difficulties. The house is their inheritance, left to them by Callie’s late father, Ghostbusters co-founder Egon Spengler (Ramis).

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With the help of a local teacher (Paul Rudd), the Spengler family will rediscover their patriarch’s history with the Ghostbusters and learn why the house is apparently the source of some very unusual paranormal activity – which may be the reason Egon purchased it in the first place.

The film’s storyline mirrors Jason Reitman’s own complicated relationship with the franchise from both a familial and professional perspective: “Certainly, I think it is not an accident that I have questioned my whole life whether or not I would pick up the proton pack,” he says. “And we are introduced to a family that is considering the same thing.”

Although Reitman (who co-wrote the screenplay with Gil Kenan) was working within the parameters of a franchise for the first time, he says he approached the project the same way he’s developed all his other films.

“I come at things from character, and I come at things from the story,” he explains. “You look at all my movies, they’re all character-based movies. So as soon as I knew Phoebe, I was like, all right, I know my way into this. It wasn’t through ghosts and it wasn’t through lore. It was through a family.”

Saying he was “heartbroken by the death of Harold Ramis” and that Egon had always been his “favorite Ghostbuster,” Reitman theorizes that those were two of the reasons why he decided to make the family at the center of the movie the Spenglers.

Yet just as important as honoring Ramis’ memory was honoring the legacy of the original movie as well, which is perhaps how Reitman (and his dad, who is the film’s producer) got Murray, Aykroyd, Hudson, Weaver, and Potts to reprise their original roles (all five had briefly appeared in the Feig film, but as different walk-on characters).

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“Gil and I wanted to make a movie that felt as though it clearly was being made by people who loved the film as much as the viewers,” says Reitman about including the original cast, choosing his words carefully. “We wanted to make a movie that felt as though the storytellers were handing everything you loved about Ghostbusters back to the audience sitting in their chairs. It felt impossible to do that without including the originals, even though this is very much a story about a single mom and her two kids.”

Reitman is, of course, reluctant to speak any further about the role of the original cast members in the movie, or how much we find out about what they’ve been doing for the last 30 years, which brings us back to where we started: with his original intention to make the movie quickly and spring it on the world with little fanfare (filming was actually completed in the fall of 2019).

“(It was supposed to) arrive on everyone’s plate before they knew it,” says Reitman. “It was just going to be this kind of hopefully lovely surprise. And now there’s been years of buildup and opportunity for people to talk about it.”

The director says his original hope was that “no one was even going to know that the originals were even part of it,” adding, “I don’t really want to give away anything further, except to say that this is not a movie about the originals. This is a movie about the Spengler family, but it will touch upon everything that you love about Ghostbusters.”

And that, in the end, is what making a new Ghostbusters movie – and adding his personal take on his own family’s legacy – is all about for Jason Reitman.

”I know that my personal goal was to, one, make my father proud, and two, give audiences another trip into the world of Ghostbusters,” he concludes. “I hope they feel like it’s authentic. I hope they love it as much as we loved making it. The best Ghostbusters movie has already been made. It came out in 1984. Now I’m just excited for audiences to take another trip into this universe that we all grew up on.”

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Ghostbusters: Afterlife is out in theaters on November 11.

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Daria 2097 - Part 1.1

Daria 2097 – Part 1.1

Daria 2097

E.S.T.E.E.M.

Monday, September 16, 2097

Lawndale, Maryland

A blue car was driving along a crowded road. Inside the car, the words Destination: Lawndale High School, showed on the dash screen.

The lower-middle aged man put aside his tablet (from which he was reading the local news) and said. “You know, girls, it's not easy moving to a whole new town, especially for you, Daria, right?”

 “Did we move,” the older daughter, Daria Morgendorffer asked, as she turned from the window.

 Jake laughed. “I'm just saying you don't make friends as easily as... uh, some people. ”

 “Quinn for instance.”

 The younger sister directed her music app to direct the audio to the cars speakers, rather than her headphones.

 Jake was annoyed “Lexi – music off!” he said. The car obeyed and he turned his attention back to Daria. “That's not what I meant... necessarily. The point is, the first day at a new school is bound to be difficult...”

 Daria whispered. Loud enough for the car AI to pick up, but not her father. “Lexi – music back up!” Once the music was back up. “Speak up, Dad! Can't hear you!”

 “Uh, where was I?” Jake turned off the music with a swipe on the dash. “Oh, yeah...” He then saw the status on the dash change. Location: Lawndale High School drop off. Quinn opened the door and got out.

 “Don't get upset if it takes the other kids a little while to warm up to you.”

Quinn got out of the car and looked at the school. It looked better than the school she had left behind in Highland. 'I can be the most popular here, without all the bad stuff,' she thought, as she changed her suit to 'School Mode.'

 “Hi, you're cool. What's your name?” a pigtailed girl asked.

 Quinn directed her system to display her name on the malleable outer layer of the vest. 'Quinn Morgendorffer'.

 “Cool name,” a wavy haired brunette said, bemused by the method she used.

 'Let them speculate,' she thought. Then an alert in her eye glasses said Will U go out with me? Followed by a small picture that resembled a redheaded boy nearby. She was annoyed. She directed the system to send back 'Maybe' as a reply.

  “I'll try to help her through this difficult period of adjustment,” Daria said as she got out.

 “That's my girl! Wait a minute.”

 “See you, Dad!” Daria said as she went towards the school building.

 “OK, Lexi, back to Glenny!” Jake directed, giving 'her' his nickname for the new house.

 The destination field then said Destination: 1111 Glen Oaks Lane. The car closed the door that Daria had left open and drove off. Jake opened the app for his new Consulting Business.

  Jason Tanner noticed the younger sister as she passed by. “Hi,” he said.

 She waved back, and turned back towards the School. “Huh?” Belatedly, he realized that she had sent him a message. 'Am I sure it's her? It could be a coincidence,' he thought. 'Strange.' He looked at his watch unit, where the message beep had come from. 'Hi. I'm Quinn, nice to meet you.' 'A bit late to reply now.'

  Meanwhile, Principal Angela Li entered her office. She placed her tablet on the desk. “Lawndale High, transfer list of new students to active app.”

 “Done,” the High School AI said. “By the way, you know I prefer to be called...”

 The principal interrupted with a clearing of her throat.

 “Sorry, Principal Li.”

 “There was no trouble with the other schools?” she asked.

 “Only with Highland High, Principal Li. But the information was eventually transferred.”

 “Was all of it transferred?”

 “Yes. It also seems that that AI still has '70's hardware.”

 “I don't think so,” the Principal said as she reviewed the information on the tablet. The Morgendorffers caught her attention. It appeared that they had 'rocked the boat' at Highland...

 “Attention, Principal Li. All teachers except Anthony DeMartino have signed in.”

 The Principal sighed. “Is he in the staff room yet?”

 “Yes.”

 “Send him the standard recording.”

 “Yes. Principal Li.”

  The teacher in question was preparing his class notes for the day. “DeMartino! Sign in!” the Principal's message said.

 “Aagh! Why did I have to be born into a period of ubiquitous surveillance!” He turned to the nearby desktop unit, and placed his hand on the scanning surface.

 “Anthony DeMartino recognised, 8:34 AM.”

  After the new students reported to the office, the Principal lead them on a physical tour of the campus. Daria had attempted to do a virtual tour the night before, but the system wouldn't let her in. 'I suppose the Principal only allows virtual access to students,' she thought, as she heard the Principal tell them about the physical security for the fourth time. She also noticed that she was pushing the sports side of the school. 'What about the academics?'

  Twenty minutes later, they had returned to the administration area. “As you can see, our Lawndale High students take great pride in their school. That's why you'll each be taking a small psychological exam to spot any little clouds on the horizon as you sail the student seas of, Lawndale High.”

 “It seems that she's rather prideful of it,” a scarlett-haired girl said to Daria.

 “I agree,” she whispered back. Louder, she said. “S.O.S, girl overboard.”

 Quinn glared at her, while a prissy-looking girl stepped away.

 Daria smirked.

  “Quinn, I don't know why she's testing us together,” Daria said when Mrs. Manson had said that she would be testing them together.

 Quinn shook her head. To anyone else, it was a simple 'No'. To Daria however, it was 'I don't know either.'

 Daria sighed. “You can test me first. It will be less frustrating.”

 “I shall test the younger sister first,” Mrs. Manson said.

 “OK, but don't say I didn't warn you,” Daria said.

 Mrs. Manson turned her attention to Quinn and held up a picture.

 After a delay of 10 seconds, a message appeared on Manson's tablet. “Two people talking,” she said, reading the pertinent portion of the message. “That's right, Quinn, but what are they talking about?”

 After another delay, of 30 seconds, another message appeared on the tablet, detailing an interaction between two dating teens. “Very good, Quinn.” She turned her attention to the other sister. “Now, Dara, let's see if you can make up a story as vivid as your sister's.”

 “It's Daria.'

 “I'm, sorry, Daria. What do you see in the picture, Daria?”

 “Um... a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains.”

 “Uh, there aren't any ponies. It's two people.

 “Last time I took one of these tests, they told me they were clouds. They said they could be whatever I wanted.”

 “That's a different test, dear. In this test, they're people, and you tell me what they're discussing.”

 “Oh... I see. All right, then. It's a guy and a girl and they're discussing... a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains.”

 Mrs. Manson sighed. It seemed that the Morgendorffers were going to be as much trouble as Ms. Li suspected. “OK, you can both go to class.”

  After the Psychological test, Daria went to history. “Class, we have a new student joining us today. Please welcome Daria Morgendorffer. Daria, raise your hand, please.”

 Daria raised her hand.

 “Well, Daria! As long as you have your hand raised...” DeMartino gave an evil chuckle. Last week we began a unit on the Cold War. Perhaps you feel it's unfair to be asked a question on your first day of class.”

 “Excuse me?” Daria asked. 'Of course it's unfair. Good thing I'm familiar with mid-to-late 20th Century history.'

 “Daria, can you concisely and unemotionally sum up for us the Domino Theory.”

 “The Domino Theory was used to argue that if one nation in Southeast Asia became Communist, that other nations in the same region were also likely to adopt Communism. This theory ignored the complex internal politics of the nations in question.”

 “Very good, Daria. Almost... suspiciously good.” However with a glance at his tablet on the desk. He could tell that there hadn't been any internet activity in the room. “All right, class. Who can tell me which war the Domino Theory was used to justify?” He walked up to a boy in a football uniform. “Kevin! How about you?”

 “The... Omani War?” Kevin Thompson volunteered.

 “That came a little later, Kevin... a hundred years later. A lot of good men died in that conflict, Kevin. I believe we owe it to them to at least get the century right!”

 “Uh... Operation LunarSet?”

 “Son, promise me you'll come back and see me some day when you've got the Heisman trophy and a chain of Starbucks Knockoffs, and I'm saving up for a third pair of pants! Will you promise me that, Kevin?”

 “Sure!”

 “Can I come, too? I mean, if Kevin and I are still together,” Brittany Taylor asked.

 “We will be, babe. We will be.”

 “Ahh.. Brittany. Can you guess which war we fought in Southeast Asia due to the Domino Theory?”

 “Mmm... no.”

 DeMartino was losing patience. He grabbed his tablet to ensure that Brittany wouldn't cheat. “Please Try, Brittany!”

 “The Al'Oman War?”

 “Either someone gives me the answer, or I give you all double homework and a quiz tomorrow. I want a volunteer with the answer. Now!”

 Daria reluctantly raised her hand.

 “Daria, stop showing off!”

 'Of course.'