#my beloved angry meanie man

[dapandapod]

It is said Witchers doesn’t feel, and Lambert fucking hates that.

So he wears his every emotion on his sleeve, angry as it is.

His grief, his joy, his anger, his complicated and often clashing emotions. He wears them like an armor, brands them like a sword, weaponizing and wielding them, flaunting them just to prove a point.

Lambert when he cries doesn’t wipe his tears. He cries proudly.

The one emotion he fears is affection, because he barely knows it. But as Aiden comes along, he learns what it is like for someone to wipe his tears, to hold him tight, to have an arm wrapped over his shoulder, to someone standing with him at the edge of the lake, screaming their lungs out.

That one he is still learning. And even if he keeps it a little closer to his chest, Aiden is there to watch it unfold.

[wolviecore]

14 you give the best hugs

for cheryl and jughead (doesn't have to be a ship right? please? i just love your Cheryl Jug friendships)

please ❤ 💙 💜

CHUGHEADDDD MY BELOVEDS!! I missed them so much 😭 hope you like it bestie, love you!!

Prompt: " You give the best hugs."

﹌♡﹌

Maybe it'd come off as a surprise, or a particularly comical, pitiful lie, if Jughead Jones were to say he knows Cheryl Blossom very well.

From when they were small, youth pumped, ripe and appetizing to Riverdale's sharp teeth and sharper cravings for warm innocence, making it bleed and squeal like a mouse under a claw.

She wasn't really Cheryl Blossom, then, stormfire rising, every inch a queen who builds Kingdoms just to spit on them, because they spat on her first.

And he wasn't really Jughead Jones, a King with a crown that doesn't fit, with too much power bleeding at his fingers, more jail than a throne.

They were lonely children, one who had everything but nothing, and the other who had too little and wanted too much.

He first saw her standing by herself around Pickens park.

Nice clothes, too nice, too clean and expensive to be from around those parts, the parts Jughead always lied about weeding from with a blush of shame.

Her face full of angry tears, spilled from angrier eyes, a birthday cone hat strapped around her cheeks.

Cheryl stares at the kind eyed boy hiking up on the bench she picked as her sulking place, then glares, then sulks.

It didn't have to be a bench belonging to some Southside park she cared too little about to know the name of, but it would piss off Penelope that much more when she found out.

Because she always found out, one way or another. " You're smelly." She hisses, mean and thorny. She doesn't know how to speak without cruelty, tongue twisted and knotted around any attempt at kindness.

No one in her family speaks kindly, why should she?

Jughead pouts, and she notes how his cheeks puff like her own when she's upset. " And you're mean!"

"So? Everyone is mean to me. Why should I be nice?"

Green eyes look at her confused, round and shiny, like a baby bird. " Because being mean is bad. My Papa said so, and he's always right."

Cheryl sniffs, nostrils flaring. " Always drunk too, judging by your stench. Do you even have any friends?"

Jughead ignored the question back then because he's not sure his friendship with Archie was real, given how he's the only one who seems to remember it.

" I bet you don't, because you're mean. I bet no one came to your birthday party because you're such a, a meanie! "

He hopped off and stomped away, then, sticking his tongue one last time. Not too steps away, a wounded sound crept behind him, grabbed his shoulder and shoved back.

The redhead cried in her hands, small sniffles, tiny sobs, all squeezing at his heart. He couldn't leave her there, by herself, unhappy on her birthday of all days. " Come on, " he dragged, gently taking her hand, leading her forward. " Let's go."

" Wh- where are you taking me, you stray mutt?!"

" To the best place on earth."

Pops was a private heaven Jug liked to think of as his very own; He loved to imagine he was invisible to everyone else but good, kind Pops. A see-through figure breezing in and out of people's lives unnoticed.

Pops, who let him ring the order bell, ruffled his hair, gently putting back change in Jug's piggybank when the boy came to order. " She's with me, Pop Pop. Let her have it."

Cheryl's uncomfortable but fascinated, taking everything in with a curious eye, head spinning from left to right like she's not sure what to stare at first. A canary out of a cage.

Pops smiles small but warm enough to melt winter, asking what the little lady will have, and Cheryl responds prompt but polite and the man laughs, " Well, I'm not sure about steak, but I make a mean burger."

She looks unsure at what that is, and Jughead wants to gasp. How could she live like this?!

But they sat there, at the booth his father lorded before him, with her stuffing a napkin under his chin and her, hands poshly folded in her lap.

Then, manners forgotten, stuffing themselves like little piggies, clothes ratty and fancy alike stained by ketchup and milkshakes and he even made her laugh a couple of times.

Then, her mother shows up, eyes rage blazed and critical and Cheryl shrinks, crumbles like an autumn leaf under a boot.

Penelope Blossom drags her daughter, rags her around by the arm, under Jughead’s helpless teary gaze and Pop's sad eyes, who holds his body close and promises his father will be there soon.

They don't talk after that.

Cheryl habits herself into overlooking him as easily as everyone else, looking through him in the halls, passing him like air. Jughead understands. He often disconsiders his own existence.

Doesn't mean he stops writing her poetry for her every birthday, every year the same thing, written in a card left in her locker;

Roses are red,

Violets aren't technically blue,

You can without me,

But I can't without you,

He tries not to think about it too much.

Not even when their lives interwine once more because of Jason, Riverdale's darkest sin drowned 6 feet under, because of Toni, because of fate. She doesn't think about it much either, he's sure.

It doesn't seem like the kind of thing you overthink, try to untangle, to dissect. There's a tab at Pops paid for a whole year, random but plenty cash left in his backpack, new winter clothes left in the janitor closet.

But he doesn't think about it.

Until one night forces him to.

"...Hi."

Nights are usually cold, but they freeze in the Southside, where Cheryl frequented more and more recently.

First, only dipping the wheels of her flashy crimson car around to pick Toni up, but gradually, she settled, carved her own mark, attending parties, campfires, meetings even.

She was a serpent in everything but name, even if Sweet Pea scoffed at the idea. And serpents stick for their own.

That's why, outside of his bursting affection for her, young or old, dusty or shiny, he opens the door for her, a shell of her normal self.

Destruction and power followed with a hair flip, now puffy eyed, swollen, flushing, three bag of clothes behind her. Cheryl wears what Jughead guesses to be night attire; Nightgown, trademark red, over it a fluffy fur coat.

Facemask cracked because of the cold around her cheeks but runny under her eyes. He understands immediately.

She didn't have time to change. Which means she didn't leave Thornhill voluntarily. "... Can I come in?"

Jughead doesn't answer. Simply makes enough room to squeeze through, and takes her bags, turns up the heat silently, preapres her raspberry and lemon tea. Her favorite.

" Do you have Pop's?" She asks, scratchy throated, neck thick. Jughead loves her so much he wants to cry.

Eating burgers, cold fries, he doesn't need to ask, doesn't figure he has a right to, but there's a nameless trust between them, something faded and dusty but who put up a great battle againts time.

Cheryl looks away, embarrassment, hatred bleeding down her lips like blood off a well sharpened knife. " She found out. That wench found Toni in my room, and -, " her voice doesn't break, but it does crack.

Gently, softly, a hand on her shoulder, a promise of support in the language only spoken by them. " She kicked you out?"

" I ran, " She confessed. " I- I gave Toni my keys, told her to leave. Screamed at her to leave, to forsaken me. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for her. "

A squeeze. Go on.

Her tears stab him in the heart. He wants to fight the whole world. " She's sending me off, Jughead, " she wept, head tucked in her knees.

" She says it'll fix me, this goddam program, purge this sin infecting me. But she's not a sin. She's everything holy and divine and I'm going to lose her."

He doesn't know what to say, how to sweeten this, because you don't sweeten pain; You let it bleed and stitch the wound and let the scar heal, but he can't stay stiff either.

His arms find her shaking body, pull her in an embrace, snake clutch tight but summer warm, whispers reassurances in her hot ears. Cheryl holds him right back.

She laughs, wet, a puff of it, more from the throat than the heart. " For a hobo, you give the best hugs."

" It's gonna be okay, Cher," He whispers in her rich hair, speaking straight to her soul, giving it a kiss like a father caring for a skinned knee. " I promise you it will."

The night is quiet once again. Cheryl eats her burger and his, too, and they hold hands through movie after movie they don't pay attention to, falling asleep into eachother.

" Thanks, dad," a quiet whisper, nose tickled under Cheryl's long hair, giving FP big eyes when the man covers them both with a blanket. " She can stay, right?"

" Kid," FP smiles, a crooked thing, darkness tugging just a bit at the corners of his mouth. " of course. She won't have a home to return to by tomorrow, anyway."

Jughead can sleep with that.

[concernedbrownbread]

A Boy and His Cat

Day 1 for @adrienaugust: Bad Luck

In which Adrien finds a kitten, his charm gets stolen, and the universe is a meanie.

Oh, and Plagg is ... Plagg.

Read here or under the cut

Running away from school is becoming an unhealthy obsession of his.

Of course, Adrien waited until school let out for the morning to run away. He just didn’t want to have to drive all the way back to the Manor, eat in an empty dining hall, and then come back. It was a waste of petrol. Bad for the environment - and for his soul.

So he ran away from school, his beloved bodyguard chasing him half-heartedly for a while before waving goodbye and giving him a lecture on general safety.

After leaving school, he usually met up with Nino and the others, but today they were doing a group project he wasn’t part of. Which left him to wander the streets like a stray cat.

Speaking of -

A quiet mewl caught his attention. Adrien paused, ears perking up.

Definitely a cat, somewhere in the alley. Adrien loved cats, and had no sense of self-preservation, so he didn’t hesitate to check it out.

“Oh look Plagg, it’s you,” Adrien said dryly as his eyes caught on a little orange kitten, curled up against the wall.

“I’m way more personable,” Plagg protested.

Adrien gave him a look. Plagg huffed, crossing his arms and turning away.

The little cat mewed softly again, making Adrien soften immediately.

“Hey there little guy,” he cooed, “What’s your name?”

No collar or nametag. Maybe it really was a stray? Should he take it to the shelter? Or to a classmate? Subconsciously, Adrien reached out, slow enough to let the kitten come to him. Eventually, it did.

Adrien picked it up, delighted, “Aren’t you a cutie? Maybe I should keep you! I’ll name you - “

That’s when it noticed Plagg.

It’s ears flattened, pupils narrowing as it let out a hiss. Adrien yelped as it’s claws dug into the flesh of his hands, and he toppled backwards, something falling out of his pocket.

He barely had time to orientate himself when he realised what had fallen out.

His lucky charm, the one he’d gotten from Marinette.

His lucky charm, that kept all his bad luck away.

His lucky charm, which was being carried away in the cat’s mouth .

Adrien tried to give chase, but he slipped on wet cement, scratching his already injured hands in the process. When he looked up, the cat was gone, the lucky charm with it.

“This is all your fault Plagg.”

“I blame your bleeding heart.”

---

Adrien wasn’t superstitious by any means.

But he was. Right now. Without his favourite charm.

Adrien sniffled in his arms as he lay his head on them against the table. Nino slid into the seat beside him.

“You okay, bro?”

Adrien groaned.

“Aw, that sucks dude.”

Adrien whined.

“It’ll be okay.”

Alya looked between them, “You understood any of that?”

Nino shook his head solemnly, “Not a word, but a bros gotta do what a bros gotta do.”

Adrien un-buried his head for long enough to look up, “Thanks man.”

Alya shook her head, “Boys are strange,” and then turned to Marinette, who was stammering so hard she hadn’t gotten a single coherent word out. Alya nodded sympathetically, “I know exactly what you mean, girl.”

The sight of Marinette made Adrien’s gut churn with guilt. He decided right then and there to never let her know he lost the precious gift she had given him.

“Adrien,” Ms Bustier said, drawing his attention, “Did you turn in your homework?”

“I’m sure that I did.”

“I thought so too, but I couldn’t find it.”

Adrien buried his head back in his arms.

So it began.

---

“This is sad.” Plagg said.

Adrien had taken shelter from the universe in the bathroom. So far, he had tripped countless times (once into Rose’s art project, which he still wanted to apologise for), said something embarrassing at least thrice and ended up drenched in honey-and-feather twice.

Twice didn’t seem like a lot, but it was strange that it had happened at all.

He was currently removing the last of his feathers under Plagg’s scrutiny.

“How do you even become chicken-man?” Plagg asked, “I looked away for two seconds.”

“I need my lucky charm back,” Adrien said in lieu of a response.

“Maybe Chat Noir will have better luck.”

---

“Maybe Chat Noir will have better luck,” Chat Noir mocked, “Stupid Plagg. You can’t let the universe know your plans!”

Plagg grumbled somewhere in the back of Adrien’s mind, which he dutifully ignored. He continued his fruitless search, the sky darkening with angry clouds that reflected his mood well.

“I feel ridiculous,” he mumbled as he waved to passing fans who were cooing at him.

“That’s how the cat felt,” Plagg responded in his mind.

Adrien pouted. The cat was so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from cooing.

He sighed, ducking under a ladder that was wobbling dangerously. He steadied it, getting a thanks from the guy at the top in return, who was holding a brush with dripping white, a tub of paint balanced precariously on the edge of a ledge.

“I think I’ll have better luck as - as - “ dammit, he couldn’t let the universe know, “Whatever. Let’s just detransform some- “

That was when Chat Noir got drenched in white paint.

Which was what he got for walking under a ladder.

“I am so sorry, Chat Noir,” the guy on top of the ladder said, “Uh, it’s a nice look on you?”

Chat wiped paint from his eyes and promised the universe vengeance.

(Somewhere, Marinette shivered at the remembrance of Chat Blanc.)

---

“Here kitty kitty.”

“You know cats don’t understand English - “

“HERE KITTY KITTY!”

Plagg pouted, “Don’t ignore me Adrien.”

“I will ignore you all I like until you stop sitting around and actually help me.”

“I’m but a poor kwami,” Plagg yawned, “Do it yourself.”

Adrien huffed, poking his head into another alley, “I don’t even know where to start .”

“Maybe with an umbrella?”

“What - “

Now, Adrien was a Good Boy™. He hugged all his friends, kissed his plushies goodnight and tried to be Very Nice.

But he really, really wanted to break something when the first rain droplet hit his nose.

The ensuing downpour had him seeking shelter in yet another alley way. He was shivering from the cold, miserably getting ready to call it a day when Plagg drifted past him lazily.

“Oh hey, what’s that?”

Adrien whipped around, nearly tripping in the process.

“It’s -”

“A her.”

“It’s her!” Adrien hopped forward happily, ignoring the orange cat’s hiss. He picked her up.

“Aren’t you a cutie?” Adrien cooed, rubbing his cheek against hers, “Why’d you run away? Did big bad Plagg scare you? I can give you all of Plagg’s cheese - “

“EXCUSE ME?”

“And you can live with me forever and ever - “

Plagg groaned, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Adrien reluctantly pulled himself out of showering the cutie with affection, “What?”

“What you came here looking for?”

Plagg pointed towards the little box that the cat had been hiding in. Adrien adjusted the kitten so that the claws were safely pointed away from him and peered into the carton.

Little trinkets decorated the box, from blankets to little toys. Adrien reached out, grabbing his lucky charm and gently sorting through the rest.

“What a little thief,” Plagg said snootily, “You should leave it to its thieving ways.”

Adrien gasped, “How could you say that!” he cuddled the cat closer, “She just wanted a home.”

Plagg narrowed his eyes, “I hate her.”

“You’re just jealous. Isn’t Plagg a meanie?” Adrien crooned, “Yes he is, yes he is .”

Plagg glared at the cat, “I hate you.”

The cat hissed back.

---

Chat Noir dropped by the shelter, happy to let the cat scratch away violently at his indestructible suit. He was sad to see her go, but knew he couldn’t keep her.

“Does she have a name?” the girl at the counter asked.

“Uh …” Adrien thought about it, “Lucky.”

“We have at least ten cats with that name.”

Plagg snickered. Adrien sighed.

“Charm.”

The girl shrugged, clearly very over that fact that one of Paris’ heroes was here. Adrien gently handed Charm over, and got a wonderful scratch in return.

“I think she likes me,” Adrien purred.

The girl gave him a look that was eerily reminiscent of a kwami he knew.

Once they were outside, Adrien found a place to be alone to detransform. Plagg sighed dramatically, stretching.

“Glad that’s over. I’m hungry.”

“Hey, Plagg,” Adrien said contemplatively, “How did we just happen to come across that cat after so long searching?”

Plagg settled into his hair sleepily, “You forget I’m a god, kit.”

Adrien paused at the implication.

Then shrugged.

“Want to get cheesecake on the way back?”

“Bribery,” Plagg nodded in approval, “The universe doesn’t stand a chance.”

Lucky charm tucked safely into his pocket, Adrien found himself agreeing.

---

Author's Note: Decided to start with a super chill fic because I write too much angst for this boy

[satsuma-saturn]

Hello hello, may I please get a matchup? I’m a guy standing maybe 5’6, super curly hair, freckles, glasses. I’m the dark academia type fashion wise. I’m an ESTP 7w8; I’m super outgoing and love trying new things, but, I have anxiety and tend to overthink a lot. I’m stubborn, and definitely have an angry streak. I have a hard time being affectionate, and I’m definitely more cold than most people. I’ve also got pretty high walls when it comes to trust. I love academics, and plan on going into teaching. I also love theology, music, and architecture. I play piano in my free time, along with the drums. Thanks so much, and I wish you happy holidays! -🦇🩸

I haven't done one of these in awhile (as u can tell, they said happy holidays and it is no longer the holidays) but i've been inactive for too long owo. also i have covid lmao (this isn't fu nny it's a cry for help) Anyways, to answer ur matchup request

I think you would pair well with Lucifer

Before u say anything, hear me out. I have my reasonings for doing so >:c

So, the obvious demon to pair u with would be Satan, buuuuuuut, I think Lucifer is a better choice for several reasons

First, he is also of the dark academia type. I know, I know, opposites attract or whatever, but there can only be so much opposite before u start running into issues. Therefore, similar aesthetics = love or smth like that idk I'm not the rule maker, I just say what I see.

Second, when he's not mad, he has a v calm, reassuring personality. I mean, we've all seen the small interactions w/ each brother where he's v loving to them, even if he generally tries to portray himself as a big meanie. He would definitely look to logic and reasoning to help w/ anxiety and overthinking, which can be v helpful on the overthinking front.

Stubborn???? U don't know the definition of stubborn until u've met this man /hj. U would be like an unstoppable force vs an unmovable object and that would be hilarious huehuehue

He's a music man. He enjoys music and what better form of music than to hear it being played by ur beloved? U, being the beloved in this case, Anon. He also seems like he's a whore for the piano idk.

U got walls? He's got walls too. He'll break urs down like Mount Vesuvius, babey!

I'm like 110% sure he loves theology too, for uh, obvious reasons

I think I covered everything and I hope this isn't abhorrently late (it def is), but thanks for ur request, Anon!

[leviathanswingman]

killing me softly, chapter 12: actions speak louder than words

Lucifer was sitting in his study, stacks of paperwork on his desk in front of him. He was meticulously working, going through paper after paper. The big celebration was in a day and he still had a lot of catching up to do. After having pulled another all-nighter, he had almost finished all of his tasks. Next to him was a trash bin, filled to the brim with white and blue rose petals, a few single buds mixed in with stems and thorns.

Exhausted, he allowed himself to rest for a moment. In front of of him were a cup of coffee Barbatos had brought over and an untouched slice of apple pie which Beelzebub had unceremoniously dumped in front of him. Lucifer took a big gulp of coffee and leaned back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh. The warm coffee felt like medicine to his sore throat.

As he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath of the rich scent of roasted beans, suddenly, the doors burst open and Asmodeus barged into the room.

Surprised, Lucifer almost threw the cup of coffee over his shoulder. Quickly, he kicked the overflowing trash bin under the desk, almost making it tip over in the process. It swayed dangerously before finally coming to a halt.

„Asmodeus!“ he growled as he got up from his chair. „How many times have I told you to knock? Looking at your behaviour one could assume you'd been raised by apes. I suppose you must have a fairly good reason as to why you have disobeyed my rules once again.“

Asmo smiled at him recklessly. „Oh, I do! I'm on the most important of missions!“ he exclaimed as he crossed the room and walked around the table with a spring in his step. Elegantly, he then sat down on top of Lucifer's mahogany desk, one leg crossed over the other.

„If you don't want me to cancel all of your beauty subscriptions, you better speak up. Now.“

“Oh come one, Lucifer. You wouldn't do that!”

Lucifer held eye contact with his brother as he picked up his DDD and dialled a number. “Good evening, is this-”

“No!” Asmodeus yelled as he grabbed Lucifer's DDD and threw it out the window. From far away they could hear a distant thud, followed by an angry yell. “OW! If I find out who threw that DDD, I swear to fuck-”

“Sorry Satan!!”

Then, there was the sound of a garbage can getting kicked out of its socket and Asmodeus shrugged nonchalantly.

For a moment, Lucifer simply stared at his brother. Normally, now would be the perfect time to punish Asmodeus, make him learn from his mistakes and most of all, make him refrain from overstepping his boundaries ever again. However, Lucifer was extremely tired. The last two days he had worked tirelessly, attempting to make up for the time he had spent in Lord Diavolo's chambers. Adding to the exhaustion that came from his overworked mind, Lucifer was also suffering under the fits of hanahaki that had gotten progressively worse over the last two days. The only blessing that had emerged out of this situation was the fact that his enormous workload was effectively keeping him apart from Diavolo.

With Lucifer holed up in his study and Lord Diavolo busy preparing for his guests, there was no time left to mull over that pesky disease. Everything was working completely in Lucifer's favour.

“Are you trying to sign your death warrant?”

“Not actively, no,” Asmo answered, tilting his head playfully.

“Oh, really? I can make that happen, you are aware of that?” Lucifer threatened half-heartedly. It took much energy being threatening and angry, energy he definitely couldn't spare at the moment. He just had to make it through the celebration, both literally and figuratively.

Lucifer was most aware of the fact that he did not have much time left. Aside from the obvious hanahaki attacks, his breathing had worsened immensely and he had started to get random nose bleeds.

As Yuuta would say, he felt like hell, which was quite ironic, taken his current place of residence. Lucifer had one last task left to fulfil: making it through the celebration without raising any suspicions. If he managed to do that, he could die without regrets; could die with the knowledge that he didn't have to sully Lord Diavolo's name.

After Barbatos had caught him, resting in Diavolo's arms, he had spent evening after evening laying out all of his options and had come to one conclusion. If he were to allow himself to be with Diavolo, if he were to alleviate their relationship to a romantic level, he would sooner or later bring shame to Lord Diavolo. As the current demon prince, a romance with his right hand man would be one of the biggest scandals all around devildom. Although the demon king was not present at the moment, he would certainly not be willing to give his blessing for a union like that.

Lucifer snapped out of it and sighed deeply. In moments like this, he couldn't help but feel a saddening kind of softness. After all, this was one of his last days with his brothers. Almost his entire life he'd portrayed himself as the serious, untouchable older brother. Today, he was allowed to be lenient for once.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to Asmodeus. “Pray tell, what is this mission of yours?”

A quick smile flashed across Asmo's face. “Actually, you are my mission.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows in a silent question. “I am your mission? In what way is this supposed to make sense?”

His little brother put his hands on Lucifer's shoulders and beamed with excitement. “Well, sorry for saying this, but you look terrible, like absolute garbage.”

“You know you can't hurt my feelings with crude language like that. I'm a busy demon and work always comes first. So what are you trying to accomplish?”

Asmodeus sighed in annoyance. “You don't get what I mean. You probably have to be at Diavolo's side the entire party, right?” he questioned, head cocked to one side.

“It's a celebration, not a party, but yes. It's what's expected from me. Diavolo and I will be responsible for our honoured guests.”

Asmodeus didn't skip a beat. “Looking like that?” he murmured sweetly, yet still loud enough for Lucifer to hear.

Of course, Lucifer had allowed himself to be somewhat kind during his last days, but that didn't mean he'd let his brother bully him without reason. With a strong hand, he whacked Asmodeus in the back of his head.

“Ouch! What was that for?? Lucifer, you're such a meanie! I was just trying to help!” Asmo wailed. “Don't you think you should look perfect for the party? It's no secret that you're blessed with good genes, but right now, you're looking like a zombie!” He rubbed the back of his head as he averted his eyes. “Don't you want to look good for Lord Diavolo?” he added, his expression obviously fake lost in thought.

“What was that last part about?” Lucifer asked coldly, a sickly sweet smile painted on his face as he gripped Asmo's wrist a little bit too tight.

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” came the answer. “Whoopsie.”

“Stop it with your little games, Asmodeus. We both know you have come here with an agenda. Knowing you, there's no way to persuade you to just leave it. So what are you here for?” With a deep sigh, he twirled his hand in a circular motion, signalling his brother to keep talking.

Asmodeus basically lit up. “I'm giving you a makeover!”

Lucifer simply glowered at him. As soon as Asmodeus recognized the look on his brother's face, he corrected himself.

“I'm not saying you need a makeover, after all you are gorgeous Lucifer, I just think you need a bit of last minute skin care to perfect your complexion. Both your exhaustion and hana-”

At the mention of his disease, Lucifer threw Asmodeus a threatening look, making him freeze in place for a second.

“Both your exhaustion and your illness,” he corrected himself, “have taken a toll on you. Wouldn't our beloved guests get worried if they caught you walking around like the living dead?” Asmo concluded.

After a few moments of silence, Lucifer surrendered and sat down on his chair. Deep down he could tell that this wasn't just another one of Asmodeus' shenanigans. There was a bigger picture he wasn't quite aware of.

Still, that didn't erase the fact that his brother had a valid point. If he were to attend the celebration looking gaunt and exhausted, people would eventually end up gossiping. Lord Diavolo already had a hard time proving himself to be as good of a leader as his father had been, rumours about his overworked right hand man were the last thing he needed at the moment.

Lucifer felt a petal working itself up his throat again. He coughed once, trying to alleviate the discomfort, but to no avail. Given the fact that Asmodeus was already in the picture, he felt little shame in pulling the trash bin out from under his desk. Forearms leaning heavily on his thighs, he leaned forward and quickly heaved a load of petals into the already overflowing trash bin. For a few moments he stayed in that position until he could feel his elbows digging into his thighs harshly. Tomorrow, there would probably be bruises there. Lucifer now leaned back, letting the back of his head hit the chair's backrest.

“Do not say anything, I don't need your unnecessary comments,” he said, voice croaky. “Save it.” Suddenly,he felt something trickling down his nose. Blood.

Asmodeus squeaked at the sight of it. “Tip your head back! Tip your head back, oh my god!! Wait, don't tip it back I think you're not supposed to do that! Towel.. towel!” He hurried across the room, scurrying to find anything to stop the bleeding. Eventually, he found one of Lucifer's handkerchiefs and ran back to his side.

“That's not necessary,” Lucifer started as he held the palm of his hand pressed to his nose, blood trickling down to the slightly protruding bone of his wrist.

“Just let me do this!” Asmo exclaimed as he shoved the handkerchief in Lucifer's face. Lucifer let out a few grumbles, but still grabbed the handkerchief and held it to his nose. “So, we were discussing your plan?” he continued their former conversation, acting as if nothing had happened.

Asmodeus looked at him intensely and for a second, a look of suppressed anger cracked through the mask he had carefully crafted. However, it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. After breathing out heavily, he fixed his bangs with steady fingers and put on a smile.

“Of course. So, I've been thinking about what we can do to make you look less like you're about to drop dead and more like you're drop dead gorgeous, right? I still have a few amazing creams and tinctures which can save you from literally anything. We are going to use those on you. With that, problem number one will be solved,” he snapped his finger, “just like that.”

Lucifer folded the bloodied handkerchief in half and pressed it back against his nose. He wasn't the biggest fan of all of Asmo's flowery perfumes and creams; admittedly, the heavy scents gave him migraines, but if it would help him look more presentable for his last duties, he would have to suffer through it. “I understand. What else?”

Asmodeus clapped his hands once. “Problem two is mostly me being nitpicky, but I just know it will make you shine so much more and take everyone's attention off your illness. I'm not trying to be rude here, but you do have a track record of being terrible at hiding,” he motioned towards the full trash bin, “that. You have to show me your outfit and I'll work out how we can perfect it.”

Perfection. Exactly what Lucifer wanted to portray, almost to an obsessive degree. Everything had to be neat and tidy for his final performance.

The bleeding had finally stopped and Lucifer threw the handkerchief into the bin on top of all the sickly smelling petals and buds. “Alright then, follow me to my chambers.”

“So?”

Asmodeus was standing in the middle of Lucifer's room as he waited for his brother to bring out his fit for tomorrow's party. He knew Lucifer could tell something was up, but seeing as he had only a day left and his pride to maintain, he had budged. Well, he had budged very reluctantly. Taken the fact that they were talking about Lucifer however, it was a wonder he had given in to begin with.

When him, his brothers and Yuuta had formed their plan, Asmodeus had immediately known what exactly he had to say to Lucifer to get him to involuntarily cooperate. Catering to his pride had been their only realistic option and it had worked incredibly well.

We're not gonna let you go, you stubborn brother of ours. We're annoying like that and you are all that we have left, Asmodeus thought to himself for a moment.

He was nervous to a certain degree, but out of all of his brothers and Yuuta, he was the one with the most viable poker-face.

Asmodeus prided himself in being distracting and eye-catching, turning conversations around was his forte. Now he completely had to rely on those skills of his. Everyone was depending on him to make this work somehow. He hid shaking fingers behind his back as Lucifer stepped back into his field of view, holding a pristine black suit. It was neither too plain nor too ornate, perfect in a marriage of respectability and beauty. Thoughtfully, Asmodeus nodded his head as he circled the suit once, looking at every inch of fabric closely.

“We can work with this. Waistcoat and shirt?” he then asked, his pointer ghosting over his lips.

“Red waistcoat, the dress shirt is a regular black one,” Lucifer answered, handing over the suit to his brother. Asmodeus laid it out on the bed, careful not to crease the suit.

“The waistcoat is a good choice, but drop the black dress shirt.”

Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows. “What is wrong with a black dress shirt. It's professional yet elegant.”

“That's exactly the point. This is not a business meeting, this is a party.”

“Celebration,” Lucifer cut in.

“Par-ty,” Asmo insisted. “Lord Diavolo and you are there to entertain and mingle with the guests. Dress like it. Aren't parties there to impress and wow the crowd?” He winked at his brother. “Or do you want me to have all the attention to myself? Oh Lucifer, I didn't know you were this considerate! Anyway, the shirt gets switched out with a black dress shirt made out of lace, no getting out of this one.”

Lucifer glowered at him. It was almost hilariously obvious how badly he wanted this situation to be over. “Are you done?”

“Am I done? I've barely even started! Show me the shoes!”

After crossing the room again, Lucifer brought over a pair of elegant, black dress shoes. Asmodeus stared at them in blank horror. “Ew. Ew ew ew. Nope, we are certainly not doing that!”

With a bit too much force Lucifer sat down on the bed, barely suppressing a deep grumble. “What's the problem now?”

“What's the-? Everything! Lucifer, how did you manage to woo Lord Diavolo with clothes this unadventurous?!”

“I told you before, I do not-” before he could finish his sentence Asmodeus raised one finger and dashed out of the room.

Lucifer sprung up from his bed and quickly grabbed the nearest handkerchief, coughing into it violently. His throat hurt to the point that one, two, three more buds didn't matter all that much anymore. He tasted blood, but kept coughing until what had been clogging up his windpipe dislodged. Two bloodied buds were now lying in the handkerchief between his hands, a blue rose and a white rose.

Images of those mesmerizing eyes, all honey and smoke, flashed through his mind again. Nowadays, the mere mention of Diavolo was enough to send Lucifer into painful fits. Still, he had made his decision and he was going to have to live with it. Or rather, he had to die with it, but that was just semantics right there.

Just as his breathing calmed down again, Asmodeus barged back into the room, holding something in his hands.

In the middle of wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, Lucifer looked back up, realizing what exactly his little brother had brought over so excitedly.

“You cannot be serious about this.”

Asmodeus flashed him one of his signature smiles, a smile few could say no to. Although Lucifer was different from regular demons, even he himself found it difficult to refuse his little brother when he exuded this kind of energy. But Lucifer knew his brothers better than anyone else. Asmodeus' smiles were infused with his powers. Whether he did this on purpose or not was a completely different question though. Awareness generally lowered the impact Asmodeus' powers had on you.

“Yep! I'm completely serious about this. I will come by 2 hours before the party starts so I can do your make-up.”

Without batting an eye Lucifer crossed his arms. He had worn make-up on multiple occasions, a little bit of concealer or foundation here and there to hide his tiredness and exhaustion. Knowing his brother however, this was not going to be where it ended.

Apparently Asmodeus saw the distrusting look on Lucifer's face, since he hurriedly scrolled through his phone, turning it to Lucifer to show him the picture he had just looked up.

“Like that,” he said. “Doesn't that look just darling? We'll use a little bit of red eyeshadow, which will work great with your eyes, then apply a tiny bit of eyeliner and then finish it off with mascara. Subtle yet enticing.” Slowly, he looked up at his brother who seemed to study the photo for a moment.

“Enticing? I would rather say it's quite daring, taken the fact that I am Lord Diavolo's right hand man.”

Asmodeus sighed deeply. “I promise, I'm not trying to make you look like a whore! This is gonna look so sophisticated! You're gonna look hot!”

Finally, Lucifer gave in, not because of his brother's last comment, but because it was his last day with his family. With Lord Diavolo. Going out meekly had never been quite his style.

“For once, I entrust myself to you. Do not disappoint me, Asmodeus,” he threatened, but his brother was barely listening to him as he had already jumped up and hugged Lucifer tightly, nuzzling his chest with his head for a moment. Surprised, Lucifer froze for a moment, but then resorted himself to awkwardly patting Asmo's head. A few moments later, Asmo let go again.

“It's settled then, I'll see you tomorrow!” he beamed before leaving the room with a spring to his step.

Lucifer sighed deeply as he let himself sink back onto his bed. Suddenly, his eyes settled on the clothing item Asmodeus had brought over before. Boots with a heel, approximately four inches in height, which would reach over his knees, hugging the beginning of his thighs in an almost promiscuous promise, made of the richest of leathers. They were beautiful works of craft, there was no denying that.

Lucifer's gut feeling was telling him that tomorrow would be the most interesting of days. No matter how much he would have preferred a calm passing, the fact that his brothers were involved in some way or another told him that chaos would inevitably ensue. After all, it always did.

There was only one certainty about tomorrow's evening in the ballroom: it would undeniably be Lucifer's last day alive.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 13

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the bitter pill

The post-Thatcheresque, over-meticulous, tasteless, heartless little rascal I was talking to just now made a bad joke and then realized that he was being a meanie to me and that he didn’t have the guts to accept the truth, and he couldn’t do anything about it, because he hadn’t given a shit about you or anyone else, except his little monster self, who was still overflowing with hate for me and was angry at me for some reason, and now he was saying: “You know, I love you!”, not because you were a beloved human being, but because you’re a big mean old man who’s always been big mean.

He was wrong, he was a mean little monster, and he was a self-hating part of himself and needed to grow up.  Yes, yes, he had become self-hating, and he was not going to be the same as he’d been before, because he couldn’t be.

I remember, without really thinking, that in my original post I was saying that it was OK for people to be mean to me, because I loved it, and that was because I was having a bad time in my life and I was not losing my mind, and that I was trying to make people better and were badmouthing them, but if I actually found it a good thing that people could be mean to me I would have to revise that.  At some point, I guess.

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💜🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON..ON ZERO SLEEP🙏🏻💜

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MM Anon

This was very tough!! My best on zero sleep!!

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MM ANON … “ I just hope they don’t take the children”… the return of the Valkyrie … HOPE springs eternal …another future PR hiatus …… fashion fluff……… “grapple them to your soul with hoops of steal”. …… “separate tables”…decisions, decisions…… “ justice, what bloody justice”……it’s the only solution. 🎼” who are we to disagree “🎼

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“ I just hope they don’t take the children”…

I think this is regarding the Asian tour that the D and DOC are going to be undertaking to Asia. Security must be a nightmare and there was previously mention by MM ANON of a family tour, but l truly hope they don’t take them along on this particular tour.From the Express…

Prince William and Kate under armed guard for high risk tour - terror police on alert

FIREARMS OFFICERS will shadow Prince William and Kate on their tour of Pakistan in the autumn because of “a potential flashpoint”.

the return of the Valkyrie

In Norse mythology, a valkyrie is one of a host of female figures who choose those who may die in battle and those who may live. Selecting among half of those who die in battle, the valkyries take their chosen to the afterlife hall of the slain, Valhalla, ruled over by the god Odin. So our girl is in the toughest part of her battle as she returns to the U.K. SS has let loose horrific rumours about numerous royal family members. Boorish, foul, vulgarity, she makes me physically ill! Frankly she doesn’t care who lives or dies metaphorically of course, she intends to inflict as much damage as she can!

HOPE springs eternal

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come” is a quote by Alexander Pope. We must keep our spirits up, keep on fighting this battle however devious and grotty it gets. We need to keep our royal family in prayer🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 where there is life, there is hope.

another future PR hiatus

PR hiatus where? Future? What are we expecting? Will she refuse to go to SA and hide out?? Interesting, l am very intrigued by this.

fashion fluff

The capsule collection or whatever she calls it with Smart Works are fluff. Cheap quality, foreign made, means lots of $$$££££€€€€ for our girl, and Bumble app is aligned with a Smart works which means these women will get poor quality cheap clothes, then pay to register to find a mate!

“grapple them to your soul with hoops of steal”

MM ANON has used this before from Shakespeare’s Hamlet. The essence meaning is once you’ve tested out your friends and found them trustworthy, hold onto them! Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, l can’t recall who said that. The BRF are united, they are clear on the goal, their eyes are on the prize. With the exception of the issues with PA, a big worry, they are united. The one question l have, MM ANON, you wrote steal, not steel, was that a typo?? Or the financial thievery and merching is being dealt with! Oh please!

“separate tables”

Whose separate tables, will this be PH and mm whilst on the SA tour?? Or are PC and PA dining at separate tables. MM ANON this riddle is hard!!

decisions, decisions

Many decisions and choices are imminent, PA cooperation, the SA and Africa tour. What to do, when to do it. I do think they have enough on her to end this but they are looking at connections and getting all the pieces of this corrupt puzzle. For her what other lies will she leak online or wherever she does what she does.

“ justice, what bloody justice”

Justice in terms of PA being requested to be interviewed by the FBI. PA appears extreme edge, with the incident l wrote about elsewhere. Also, mm, at what point will there be justice. PP must be so angry that HMTQ his beloved, is burdened so at this point. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

it’s the only solution.

PA submit to an interview, talk with investigators. It has to be done and dealt with.

🎼” who are we to disagree “🎼

Sweet Dreams, Eurythmics, Annie Lennox from Aberdeen😁😁😁😁

Sweet dreams are made of these, some of them want to hurt you etc you know the song. Lots of dreams put on hold, some shattered. It must be devastating for both HMTQ and PP to be dealing with all the issues with mm, now with PA and the big bust-up he had with a top aide requiring PC to step in.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you so much dear PG! We really do appreciate this!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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💜🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻💜

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MM Anon

MM ANON ……an embellished De-generate … a PR mired ……the phantom infant …… an exposure of confinement … Andy-panned-y…… “six of one……”……… “ that dammed elusive pimp…… “sympathy for the Devil “…… and the winner is……not today thank you!!……” pretend it never happened “ …… Charlotte is at Uni

an embellished De-generate

AN embellished DE-generate.

ED has a U.S. talk show. Told slew of lies about meeting visiting feeding amw. Now that may be embellished!

PA , as the Duke of York presented in his dress military uniform at the ceremony marking 75th anniversary of liberation of Bruges. The Duke of York was present in his role as Colonel of the Grenadier Guards and laid a wreath at the Charles II memorial in the Belgian city on Saturday morning.He was a guest of Prince Laurent of Belgium, the brother of King Phillipe, and the pair later inspected a guard of honour in the market square. His public reputation has very much soured with his connections with JE and GM. I hesitate to use the word degenerate but others haven’t. All sorts of negative press culminating yesterday in that hilarious stupid blind item A meets B , Z knows D etc etc garbage. Now who do you suppose spewed that ?Hmmm, who would have a motive??? No need for any crystal balls. The medals are the embellishment.

a PR mired

PR mired, let’s refresh ourselves on what mired means. Mired can be cause to become stuck in mud, lies or slime, cover or spatter with mud or lies or slime, or involve someone or something in a difficult situation. Who has been mired in slime? Who has been filthy like that. You know! Who throwing mud or worse, everything in the media in hopes that something’s sticks to hurt the other side as much as possible!! You know, l hVe no need for names.

the phantom infant

Well this is amw, Darren, Dolly whatever your frame of reference is. This supposed infant has yet to actually clearly be seen, and be seen alive and moving, and PH interacting with it. Phantom….unseen shadow….the shadow knows…remember that old show/radio show? Yes l love old radio shows esp Johnny Dollar, but l digress!

an exposure of confinement

Confinement was the old fashioned word for being in the family way which is the lesser old fashioned way of saying pregnany🤣🤣. OH PLEASE MM ANON!! PLEASE LET HER FAKENANCY BE EXPOSED !!! Pretty please with sugar on top!

Andy-panned-y…

PA is being panned in the media. Numerous negative, critical, accusatory articles. The big one also was the alleged argument with a ‘top aide’ which very nearly came to blows, necessitating PC to intervene. The Palace is trying to downplay the seriousness of it.

“six of one……”

Six of one, half a dozen of the other, basically meaning that one has two options of choices to make are equivalent or indifferent. In either case it’s a bad outcome, usually. So who is this relating to? PA. Cooperating with interviews with the F.B.I. or remaining angry, on edge, uncooperative. At some point, an international subpoena could be issued, involving the international court or the star chamber which MM ANON has referenced several times in previous riddles. I studied up on the star chamber, it goes back to 1486 when the King Charles, l think Charles ll was named head of the COE. Anyhow , it’s fascinating and may become relevant as this court deals with wealthy, political or aristocratic people that the regular courts are hesitant to deal with.

“ that dammed elusive pimp

Where is MA??? No sightings in NYC. Is he in custody??? Is he in witness protection??? WHERE IS HE? I bet he has made a deal and has been singing his lungs out!

“sympathy for the Devil “

This classic song by TRS? Interestingly this song refers to Russian connection, U.S.President Kennedy……?JE referral, as an aside! This is most definitely our girl SS PR in overdrive seeking her to be out for sympathy because the big bad British press are all meanies and are unnecessarily picking on little innocent madam. CANT YOU HEAR MY SARCASM??😜😗😉😗😆. Nope not buying it, no sympathy!

and the winner is

Voila, they love me! They really love me! I am aging myself, remember when Sally Field won the Oscar and she said that? Wellour special one won Tatlers prestigious, coveted, rare Social Climber of the year 🥇 award!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

not today thank you!!

Prince Andrew’s relationship with JE has caused several public engagements to be cancelled.The Duke of York’s upcoming appointments in Northern Ireland have been called off amid media scrutiny surrounding his links to the disgraced financier. Organizers withdrew invitations to the prince, with one worrying his attendance would ‘change the narrative’ about the event in question. A ceremony at Portrush railway station to mark its £5million upgrade are among the engagements to be cancelled.

” pretend it never happened “

Carry on,,nothing to see here, weekend in NYC was fabulous, besties and even on the jumbo trot as HRH with her shy non-royal wave. Or alternative may be PA pretending the row with the ‘ top aide’ never happened.

Charlotte is at Uni.

Our dear Princess Charlotte is madly truly deeply in love with 🦄 unicorns. She had one on her backpack/rucksack, first day of school. I think she was also seen with a unicorn purse all glittery during the summer.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you so much! Looks great!😊💜💜💜

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💜🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻💜

💜💜🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

ON THIS SOMBER DAY WE REMEMBER🕯

I apologize for the lateness, l had a good friend drive in and spend the day, was very lovely💜🙏🏻☺️

MM Anon

MM ANON …… the hot zone …… “ were all getting older,old thing”…… Together?????……… a caring cabal …… double bluff…… “ such a caring person”…… “gather thee rosebuds”…… like a Biohazard ☣️ …… “ she’s a bloody virus”…… suddenly ‘ last summer …… Sharon Stone Cold…🎼 “ She’s just a Devil woman “🎼 …… “they made their beds” ……… “just read the bloody comments”.… sword of Damocles

The Hot zone

Tv show in America based on the Ebola virus appearing in chimpanzees in a research lab in the suburbs of Washington, D.C., and there is no known cure; a U.S. Army scientist puts her life on the line to head off an outbreak before it spreads to the human population. Unfortunately, in reality West Africa had an outbreak on Ebola that was the largest in history. It started with cases of EVD in the forested rural region of southeastern Guinea, reported by WHO (World Health Organization) in 2014. Soon, cases were discovered in Liberia,Sierra Leone, which border Guinea. It eventually through international travel spread to the U.S. Africa still has many diseases and often travellers are vaccinated or given anti-malarial drugs and sleep under netting to protect from insect born infections.

“ were all getting older,old thing”

PP and HMTQ musing to one another how the world has changed in their lifetimes, what is currently happening. Supporting and upholding one another, the combined have survived numerous wars, deaths, terrorism in many forms, family break-ups, PR nightmares of unimaginable proportions. Yet, they are still standing firm, one with the other. This brings tears to my eyes. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Together?????

D and DOS going to SA together? It seems by this to be of great question of whether they will both be going, given the number of question marks and given the itinerary. Time will tell what is to come.

a caring cabal

Dare l say this is Skippy’s blog and everyone here! I truly believe it is! God bless you 🐼 for your unwavering faith and devotion to HMTQ and bless all who are here!💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

double bluff

A double bluff is an action or statement that is intended to appear as a bluff but is in fact genuine. Whose double bluffing here? There are many possibilities here. There is the heir and a spare. Is she thinking somehow she will end up Queen if there is enough malicious gossip as been spread a few days ago which l won’t speak of. I personally think this is LG playing games with her, cat and mouse. She is playing so many games with so many people simultaneously, with so many lies, it’s mind boggling and then add substances to the mix! It’s maybe a quadruple bluff of a happy life. If you read her two twitter accounts, the two l know of, life is grand, and simply couldn’t be better. I especially love American English with British terms thrown in, both usually spelled wrong and used in the wrong meaning!!

“ such a caring person”

Our beloved Peoples’ Princess! No one outshone her wonderfully innate caring and the manner in which she expressed it. We see it living on, instilled in both her boys, yes l said boys! They’re our boys, out Wills and our Harry. We will never stop loving them, praying for them wanting them healthy, happy and carrying out their duties and displaying their mother’s caring manner.

“gather thee rosebuds”

It’s so beautiful, l had to share it. There is an old hymn similar line, give me the roses while l live, trying to carry on, useless the flowers that he give, after the soul has gone. I LOVE that hymn🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Robert Herrick - 1591-1674

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today

Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he’s a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry;

For having lost but once your prime,

You may forever tarry.

Basically live life well, to it’s fullest, kindness, lovingly, and meaningfully. I don’t need to explain further, l thought in sharing the poem, all would be blessed by it and take to heart it’s meaning.💜🙏🏻💜

like a Biohazard ☣️

Let’s review the definition of a biohazard. A biological hazard, or biohazard, is a biological substance that poses a threat to the health of living organisms, primarily humans. This could include a sample of a microorganism, virus or toxin (from a biological source) that can affect human health and could also be a substance harmful to other animals. The way life has been lived, in terms of extreme sexual behaviours, there are very real possibilities of HIV, HEP(hepatitis/ various types of liver disease). or other STD’s.( sexually transmitted diseases)

“ she’s a bloody virus”

Again PP, infecting anything and everything negatively, jinx at tennis matches. Just pure evil machinations, selfish intentions and from some of the photos the way Catherine is glared at and the children, especially the one photo where Catherine is pregnant, my mind shudders with what possible thoughts might be going through someone’s head.

suddenly ‘ last summer

1959 film of Tennessee Williams’ play, a young woman is traumatized and committed after witnessing her cousin’s violent death on a trip to Europe. Her aunt, wants to hide the events of her son’s death and attempts to bribe young surgeon to perform a lobotomy on the girl. But he vows to find out the truth about what caused her condition before taking any action. By the way a lobotomy is a surgical operation involving incision into the prefrontal lobe of the brain, formerly used to treat mental illness.

Also song, by the Motels, love that song, about being stuck in memories of a summer fling.

Wonder if institutionalization is the route of dealing with a person is the lesser of two evils as per yesterday’s riddle clue??

Sharon Stone Cold

Sharon Stone, that scene from Basic Instinct keg crossing, that photo from the tennis on Saturday with madams sitting position was sooo familiar. Stone cold, hard, no emotion, self-focused on meeting one’s own needs, wishes goals desires etc. Yeah, again, just going to put that there, you’re all smart!! You know!!

🎼 “ She’s just a Devil woman “🎼

She’s a devil woman with evil on her mind by the great Sir Cliff Richard, who by The by has had his own legal troubles which l will not go into. If you desire and are not aware, there is a plethora of information online, not all true! Friday, is Friday the 13th and full moon, to those on the dark side an especially EVIL day. This song, the lyrics is description of a narcissistic evil woman, l will just leave it there for you to think if that sounds like anyone that is in the media. Extra prayers for everyone this friday🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“they made their beds”

The saying, you made your bed, lie in it. The public is nearing the breaking point with PH and beyond with mm. That’s the attitude, let them rescind their titles, over to America and be celebrities!! No more public £££££££££! PH we ARE WITH YOU! You remain in our prayers! WE ARE VERY MUCH AWARE YOU ARE SERVING HMTQ!

“just read the bloody comments”

Again that word, PP, angry, comments by the millions regarding the conduct of the Sussexes, her by choice, him by assignment. Just utter frustration and anger at this horrendous situation and the entire conglomeration of issues that are going along with it.

Sword of Damocles.

This will require a bit of story telling/ explaining.According to the story, Damocles was pandering to his king, exclaiming to him that he was truly fortunate man of great power and authority, surrounded by magnificence. In response, the king offered to switch places with Damocles for one day so that Damocles could taste that very fortune firsthand. Damocles quickly and eagerly accepted the king’s proposal. Damocles sat down in the king’s throne surrounded by every luxury, but the king, who had made many enemies during his reign, arranged that a huge sword should hang above the throne, held by only by a single hair of a horse’s tail to evoke the sense of what it is like to be king: though having much fortune, always having to watch in fear and anxiety against dangers that might try to overtake him. Damocles finally begged the king that he be allowed to depart because he no longer wanted to be so fortunate, realizing that with great fortune and power comes also great danger. The long and the short of this

is, perhaps madam is slowly becoming “woke” to the fact that her life choices have led her to a very very dangerous intersect, prison, institutionalizations, or worse by her enemies who were formerly her “friends”/backers.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Wow! Fascinating! Very impressive dear MM Anon and dear PG! Thank you!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG LATE INTERPRETATION ON MM ANON 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM ANON … 🎼 “ blackbird singing in dead of night”🎼…… not a problem …… anything and everything …… more porn……there’s not a hole black enough …… redacted ………… me myself and I… … 🎼 you either got or you haven’t …………”🎼………… on your own AGAIN!!!……… give a DOG a bone ……… a Belgrave secret …… not really a secret, whooops!

🎼 “ blackbird singing in dead of night”🎼

This song, from 1968 by The Beatles is not really about a blackbird. The term bird, in England is a slang term for a female. The black African American struggle in the southern United States, was used metaphorically.Along with McCartney’s “Helter Skelter”, “Blackbird” was one of several White Album songs that Charles Manson interpreted as the Beatles’ prophecy of an apocalyptic race war that would lead to him and his “Family”of followers ruling the US on countercultural principles. Manson interpreted the lyrics’ repetition of the word “rise” as a call to black Americans to wage war on their white counterparts, and instructed his followers to commit a series of murders in Los Angeles in August 1969 to trigger such a conflict’.

For our context, there has been an intentional multi-media goal to draw in and play the race card on behalf of madam. We have seen it repeatedly and many people ie “sugars” have been drawn in and are being used to further an agenda. This continues to grow, worldwide and is , l believe one of the most difficult issues that LG and his team have in dealing with madam.

I also am wondering if this draws on DR. Where is she??! The term singing, other than sits obvious meaning, is term term when one is in legal trouble being interviewed and tells about whatever the criminal plan is, who is involved, what has been done, and what is the ultimate goal. Has DR began to sing?? I wonder.

not a problem

Anything and everything Madam, has done anything and everything for fame, power, $$$$$$£££££€€€€. I am 100% certain she is capable of anything. She is narcissistic and thinks only of what benefits her, has no moral compass. I also am 100% certain she has done things that myself for example, as an educated woman, she has done things l have never heard of, in this regard l am referencing sexual context.

more porn

As l just stated, it would not surprise me if more evidence of past vulgarities have arisen. I pray for those in LG team who have to actually view and deal with such content. This has to take a toll on a person.🙏🏻🙏🏻

there’s not a hole black enough

A black hole is a region of space/tike exhibiting an acceleration of gravity so strong that nothing can escape from. The litany of information gathered about madam is so incredibly large, the people she has been involved with, the conduct, is so enormous that using the metaphor of a black hole is to help us to understand the difficulty and enormity of what they have been dealing with. Trying to unwind all the threads, than aligning them so they connect and can be used in legal proceedings.In terms of just making this garbage disappear, it’s not possible, literally meaning the black hole could not contain it and prevent it from escaping out into the ether.

redacted

Redacted, we hAve seen this gem many, many times, especially in high profile cases or agents working undercover. The paperwork submitted in legal proceedings at times are made public. In the U.S., the Freedom of Information Act, often news agencies file in court, to publicly display what the proceedings are about. However, if information is critically sensitive, to national security, to those still working covertly, some information is held back from the public, or the term is called redacted. When you read the information eventually made public, you will see black lines covering some of the information. This can be very frustrating for journalists or those who just want or those who need to know. So, in this context, this is a multi-national situation, different laws, different countries. I think this is telling us, that we should prepare ourselves that we may not be given a lot of information that we want eventually. We need to understand the reasons, as l explained above.

me myself and I

Me and shadow, popped into my head. This is the best description of madam now. NYC was crickets 🦗, no paparazzi, nothing like the baby shower weekend. I thought today was interesting, all the police officers with their motorbikes, no crowds, they were not needed. She looks more and more alone each time we see her, which makes it important that we continue to see her. Quite pathetic attempt by SW in the media today saying how great full she was that madam came to tennis 🎾, but not so great full that madam was invited to the Italian restaurant that SW and her family went after the tennis!

🎼 you either got or you haven’t

This is interesting MM ANON, you clever lady, l ask again was this a typo that the scale was separated from the word havent? Old blue eyes sang this, and the crew he ran with, Dean Martin, oooo remember Peter Lawford, how handsome. But l digressed yet again

This song is all about style , class, elegance. You can wear a quarter of a million dollar wedding dress and look awful. Style, the way one carries oneself, interacts with others, treats people and just generally lives. You cannot buy it!!! Madam does NOT!!! Have it!!

”🎼

Refer above!

on your own AGAIN!!!

Well her big speech was done, an hour of “work” on her first day back from “surrogamegnancy” leave! She has to rush home for FEED TIME😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄! Unbelievable! Yet, with madam, of course it’s believable!!

give a DOG a bone

Obvious meaning, give doggy a bone for a treat! However, our dear MM ANON doing the uppercase. DOG, the obvious meaning to me is Delusions of Grandeur! This we know is madams prime reason for existing. She is the most important person to ever exist, is perfect and everyone loves her, they should, she’s perfection. Got a bit of news for you madam, YOU ARE NONE OF THOSE THINGS!!!!

a Belgrave secret

Sherlock and John discover that a case of blackmail is more than just a threat to topple the monarchy. Sherlock: Season 2, Episode 1.“A Scandal in Belgravia” Love Benedict Cumberbath! Fabulous series!

The episode depicts Sherlock Holmes confrontation with a dominatrix who has compromising photos taken with a female member of the royal family. The photos along with other valuable information which makes a target for various political factions. Belgravia is a district on London adjacent to the grounds of Buckingham Palace.

Not really a secret whooops!

Not really a secret any longer that she really is not a member of the BRF.Rarely have l seen HRH used in the media, now DOS, until today. It’s mostly been mm. Oh l felt sick for that lovely lady who curtsied her, sickening.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you so much dear PG! We are honoured….as sick as you feel…you still think of us all, we love you PG!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Sep 13th, 2019

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💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON … a stream of unconsciousness … “feed the hungry”…… “AND THE CROWD WENT …home”…… “when is she auooooof to Africa”?…… shares drop at M&S. …… 🎼 “ all in all it’s just another”🎼……… “matter of fact, it’s all dark”……… “not Christmas, not bloody ever”!!…… “Little Lottie, a lovable rebel that one”…… “the monarchy is secured”. … “an adventure playground, no your highness’ no! an adventure PARK”

a stream of unconsciousness

The capsule collection was the goddesses contribution to solving all the women’s seeking employment problem if you’re a person in very limited size range, enjoy black clothes, mostly, England is not New York where everyone wears black all the time. A bag that costs more than any item, and if truth be told she was determined to have that bag in the collection because a similar one she herself had donated, was rejected by a woman that she was attempting to ‘style’ for her job interview. Yes folks, that’s how vindictive things are, instead of a reasonably priced non-leather, thought she was vegan, but l digress, handbag not a weekend bag, would have been a much better and certainly more affordable option to purchase. She just has no consciousness , sense of awareness if you will, beyond herself, she really doesn’t. The greatest evidence beyond many things we observe about her, was the ‘speech’ she gave yesterday, in between constantly playing with her hair/wig, so unprofessional and gross, she mentioned herself ALOT, l read 38 times in a five or six minute verbal ramble. This is madness, umpire narcissistic madness!

“feed the hungry”

Well, this could be about charity and assisting or donating time, money or food. This is reference madam’s quick escape from the no crowd show up yesterday, except those invited. Must have been a humiliation but l don’t know if she has that level of self awareness or emotion. But her quick getaway excuse was feeding time. Not my baby, my precious or for goodness sake even little Archie or a pet name as most mums have. Every single thing about this woman is strange, not normal, bizarre and selfish.

“AND THE CROWD WENT …home”

😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣MM ANON, you’re so cheeky. Yes the massive, enormous invisible crowd that waited to see madam yesterday, which necessitated a slew of policemen on motorbikes standing by lest the invisible crowd got out of hand. She stayed about and hour and left for”feeding time at the old corral “. If it weren’t so pathetically wasteful, reverse racism, it is actually quite hilarious.

“when is she auooooof to Africa”?

I am laughing because auooooof sounds like a howl when you say it and since it’s not only Friday the 13 th but full moon as well, l think MM ANON is , along with asking a legitimate question, she is giving us a good belly laugh. THANK YOU MM ANON AUOOOOF! 🐺 🐺 🐺 🐺😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

shares drop at M&S.

Marks & Spencer, for those who don’t is a major British multinational retailer that specialises in selling high quality clothing, home products and food products. It is listed on the London Stock Exchange and is a constituent of the FTSE 100 Index. M&S has been in financial difficulties awhile now and is to be demoted from the FTSE 100, Financial Times Stock Exchange for the first time in the latest sign of the declining fortunes of the retailer, which was a founding member of the leading City share index.

🎼 “ all in all it’s just another”🎼

Brick in the wall…..l remember this intensely from Pink Floyd album, The Wall! Grade ten l think, we were so scandalous😂😂😂, the line we don’t need no education we don’t need no thought control, we changed that line to birth control😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂oh we were rebels🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🙃😁. Pink Floyd, by the way ,fantastic album, Dark Side of the Moon, another moon reference MM ANON! 🌕

Each and every time we see madam, it’s another piece of craziness, self aggrandizement, selfishness and all the while looking a mess. Her hair, which could have been in a high ponytail or braid or a hair and for goodness sakes, on a windy, the amount of time she spent fussing her hair was distracting, unprofessional and quite gross. Designer or off the rack, nothing ever fits right. She look exceptionally square shaped yesterday, l do believe SpongeMeg is her stylist! At least for yesterday!! Everything she does, is another brick in the wall of information gathering, and in building legal cases(cases).

“matter of fact, it’s all dark”

MM ANON, you must love Pink Floyd! MM ANON you have done your research to tie in the riddle with the full moon tonight 🌕. Dark side of the moon, lots of existential and scientific talk about this, it’s all dark, no only one side faces earth and the other the sun etc etc. However, we are referencing madam not Pink Floyd now. Everything she does, most of the things she has ever done are dark, selfish, a lot of vile, vulgar things and who knows what else. She present with an aura of “be wary”. Reading or listening to her “speeches” always self-focused. Nothing dude for humanitarian reasons, fauxmanitarian.

“not Christmas, not bloody ever”!

PP raging at the idea this charade will continue and they will have to have madam with them for Christmas

I can only imagine his anger and frustration!!

“Little Lottie, a lovable rebel that one”

This is referencing our beloved Princess Charlotte. Her nickname was Lottie in preschool, l think that is ever so sweet. She definitely has a mind of her own. One of my favourite memories is the day of Prince Louis’ Christening, as they walked out of the Chapel, she told the photographers assembled there for the photos for the press “YOU’RE NOT COMING!” I still chuckle at that. I look so forward to watching her grow up.

“the monarchy is secured”

With D AND D Cornwall, but ESPECIALLY long term the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge who are such sound individuals will be excellent when times comes for William to be King and Catherine Queen. They have a beautiful family, the children are being so well raised as well rounded individuals. The Monarchy is safely secured, God willing, for several generations.

“an adventure playground, no your highness’ no! an adventure PARK”

Catherine and the team did a superb garden for the Chelsea flower show. It was beautiful and lovely watching the Cambridge children playing there. The Duchess of Cambridge surprised guests as she joined Mary Berry, of The Great British Baking Show and her books fame, at the Back to Nature festival at RHS Wisley in Woking on Tuesday morning, September 10, 2019. Kate, 37, returned to work as she opened the new site, which has been inspired by the original design she created with Adam White and Andree Davies for the Chelsea Flower Show in May. The Back to Nature Garden includes features from the original garden at RHS Chelsea, including the hollow log and boulders from the waterfall, as well as the wildflower meadow, hidden burrow and rolling hill from RHS Hampton.

Both Kate and Mary joined children on a ride in a trailer pulled by a tractor through the grounds to the site of a Back to Nature Garden Festival taking place at Wisley until September 15. New elements include a “bouncing forest”, where visitors can jump on trampolines surrounded by trees, two treehouses, linked via a walkway with slides, and a living willow pod. The garden at RHS Wisley will be a permanent feature for children and families to enjoy. The project for Kate has been part of her work on early years and how spending time outdoors can benefit young children. The Duchess even brought along her own children to play in the Back To Nature Garden before its grand opening this summer. The Cambridges released rare footage of Prince George, six, Princess Charlotte, four, and one-year-old Prince Louis helping their mum to collect moss, leaves and twigs to decorate the garden.

The DOC is marvellous, anything she puts herself into , succeeds, what a blessing she is to us all. She and William, have given us so willingly entry into their family life, appropriately. We love them for it because we absolutely love each of their children uniquely!💜💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Wonderful! I am always in awe of you both! Fantastic! Much appreciated PG, especially when you are feeling poorly! Prayers for you our dear PG! God Bless you!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Sep 13th, 2019

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[go-diane-winchester]

How do I know Jensen hates the militant destiel shippers?

@supernaturallygayforyou said the following:​

''people may hate me and you but Jensen doesn’t. He just doesn’t like for his character to be reduced to a ship (which I have realized I’ve done and apologized for in my comments because I do actually love supernatural and the post was a joke). he doesn’t mind destiel shippers and is comfortable with hanging with jared and misha.''

I told her that Jensen hates the hellers, but apparently she didn't believe me, thus giving me the opportunity to reopen this can of worms.  First, lets identify a heller.  If you have the following vile traits, you are a heller.  If you don't, then you are a normal destiel shipper in whom we see no fault, other than your terrible taste in men.  Because seriously, Misha?  No hate though.  Just a little revulsion but no hate.  You do you.  These are heller traits:

Hellers tag their ship posts in the main tags.

Hellers accuse CW of queer baiting.

Hellers ship shame.

Hellers threaten Jensen with death.

Hellers want endgame destiel.

Hellers tweet Jared that he should die. 

Hellers threaten kidnapping, arson and poisoning.

Hellers call Jensen a homophobe.

Hellers insist Dean is anything but straight.

Hellers pretend to like Jared and Sam but secretly want both gone.

So how do I know that Jensen hates the hellers.  Lets look at the timeline:

October 2014 - NerdHQ

A bunch of horny destihellers planned to throw Astroglide on stage every time Jensen and Misha spoke.  The organizers were asked permission to bring this stuff to the event, and they notified Jensen and gang to ask for permission to allow it.  They were not given permission and Misha was excluded from the panel.  Only J2 and Mark Sheppard attended.  This is the first inkling that Jensen was getting aggravated with the hellers.

January 2017 [Jaxcon]:

A heller asked an ignorant shipping question, even though they were banned from asking shipping question.  Jensen succinctly said ''Destiel doesn't exist''.  He was bashed on social media and that is where he got the first death threat.  The homophobia accusation has been happening since 2014 and mass media is aware of it.  So essentially they are ruining Jensen's reputation.  But if I point out that Misha's ugly face is ugly, I am such a meanie, right?  The result of this relentless bullying and death threat, manifested itself, at Jibcon.  Explain to me how Jensen can like the hellers after the question, the bullying and the death threat.

May 2017 [Jibcon]:

Jensen has a breakdown during the only panel he shares with Misha, and Jared shuts the panel down early.  But hellers thought he was flirting with Misha.  The man who mocks Misha on any other day, chooses this one convention to get all sexual.  Could it be because of the online abuse and the death threat?  Could it be because he was pacifying his abusers, during the only panel where he knows they will be watching?  Nah, it must be because the bag-eyed overlord is totes irresistible.  Tell me how Jensen likes the hellers who can have such a negative effect on him.         

June 2017 [Comic Con]

Misha pulls a chair stunt that makes Jensen and Jared look like bullies.  They become aware of it.  Jensen knows what the hellers will do.  But he loves them, right?

October 2017 [Nolacon]

This was the con where J2 reiterated that Misha is NOT the lead, and the hellers went after them, calling them rape enablers for using a stale joke from previous cons.  The media got wind of it and J2 issued a statement and no apology.  The hellers got angry because they wanted separate con panels for J2 and didn't get it.  There was a rumor that they were trying to get Jared fired from the show, but I have not receipt for that.  Tell me how despite this unnecessary hurdle, Jensen still loves the fans. 

November 2017 [DCcon]

The scandal has only just subsided.  Its affect on the boys showed in the Js behavior when they took to the stage.  Jared was suffering from a manic episode [which was painful to watch] and Jensen was already angry.  The insufferable J stans were there, getting the wrong end of the stick, as per usual.  Jensen stans said Jared was being disruptive.  Jared stans fought back or said that Jared was being ''extra'' because he was trying to cheer Jensen up after the scandal.   Ironically, it was a Jensen stan who recognized that Jared was suffering from mania. 

Jensen was being patient with Jared because he has seen Jared's manic episodes and the crash that is likely to follow it.  I have to say Jensen, despite already being angry with fans for the scandal, was still very patient with Jared.  Anyone else would have been at their wits end.  Jared is very lucky to have a friend and co-worker who has so much compassion.  Especially considering the state of this panel.  Let me point out that this was the worst panel I have ever witnessed, because those were some of the most horrible attendees.  One of them told Jensen to shut up when she was given the opportunity to ask them a question.  That will give you an idea of how horrible this panel was.  The other questions were either boring or the person asking the question went off on a tangent about themselves.  I only watched it once and never again. 

This is a link to the panel, for those who mind watching Jared fall apart and Jensen looking close to driving his fist right through a wall.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOBs7Hp9FRo

At the timestamp of 15:53, this exchange happened. 

Jensen:  ''We pull our punches.  So if we do connect, its not a full... you know, its a 50% power punch.  It shouldn't knock you out, unless you have a really weak chin.  But, eh...''

Jared:  ''Like Misha.''

Jensen:  ''Well, you could just go...''  Blows out air hard and makes a splatting sound, ''Eh, I'm kidding.  We love Misha.  People will get mad at me know.'' 

The look that Jared gave Jensen showed why the episode happened.  He didn't follow up what Jensen said, with a snarky remark.  No jokes.  He just moved on but not before putting his hand on Jensen's shoulder and Jensen bit his lower lip.  They figured out that the scandal happened only because of Misha's fans.  They joined the dots beforehand.  That is why they were messed up during that panel.  Jensen's facial expression when he said that last bit.  You can tell he is completely insincere when he says they love Misha.  So Jensen knew who caused the Nolacon scandal, and why they went after him and Jared.  But he still loves the hellers, how exactly?

November 2017:  Honocon

This con was going to be destiel friendly.  The hellers were running their mouths off about it on social media.  Jensen and Misha was getting a panel together for the first time in Creation con history.  Jared would not be interfering or so they thought.  Jared threw a spanner in the works, staying on stage for longer than he was needed, fiddling around with the keyboard and the drums, disrupting the entire panel.  This time he wasn't suffering a manic attack.  This time he was doing it on purpose.  That is what you get when you anger the boys.  During J2 panel, they kept making shippy remarks about each other.  No, its not because they ship themselves.  We are not stupid like the hellers.  Straight men don't ship anything.  They were doing it to annoy the hellers.  During the Cockles panel, Jensen laughed at Misha's walk and Empty Cas voice choice.  Other than the insults flung at Misha, they just did the recycled paper airplane story.  Destiel fans are scattered around the globe and not the majority of the fans in America.  So the con didn't do well.  Honocon was never mentioned again.  Whether it pops up again in the future remains to be seen.  Despite loving the hellers, why is he essentially spitting in their face. 

December 2017: Sydney con/AHBL

J2 was in very good form during this panel, because pig-of-a-face was not attending.  Jared played guitar while Jensen and Robbie sang ''Free Falling''.  Here's an adorable tiny clip of Jared being adorably adorable while eating an egg roll.  Only 42 people watched it so shame on all of you.  Heres the link: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPE5JlGp8dg

See how happy they are when Pee puddle and his splatterings are not present.  So why didn't Jensen miss his heller fans? 

 May 2018 - Birmingham

Misha shares a panel with Jensen and Jared, and Jared places himself between the two of them.  Misha tries to pull the stupid chair stunt again, but Jared put a stop to it.  Misha picks up the topic of the shirt sharing for the heller's benefit.  Jensen throws out that he has shared underwear with Jared.  When Misha pointed out that the brothers were not affectionate people generally, J2 shot him down by saying Sam and Dean were very emotional and affectionate with each other.   Between the stripping, the mocking and the icing, Misha did not enjoy the panel.  Why is Jensen punishing his beloved heller fans.

May 2018 - Jibcon 

After Jensen's breakdown the previous year, suddenly Jibcon was no longer destiel con.  Suddenly shipping questions were banned.  Hellers bashed Daniella for that.  When the much anticipated cockles panel happened, Jared threw a spanner in the works, and crashed the panel brandishing balloons.  Hellers tore him apart on social media.  At the beginning of the panel,  Misha put his hand on Jensen's shoulder. Jensen tapped Misha on the knee and then rubbed his fingers together in a disgusted manner.  So he instantly squashed the shippy vibes Misha was pushing for.  During the panel, Jared and Jensen took the time to laugh in Misha's face whilst in character.  Why did Jensen allow his heller fans' only panel to be taken away from them? 

July 2018 - Comic Con

Jensen placed himself between Jared and Alex, and every time Misha opened his big mouth, they just pulled faces and laughed.  Doesn't he care how its going to affect his heller fans?

September 2018 - Indycon

This was the Misha-led con.  No J2 in sight.  It flopped.  Misha is consistently losing fans.  Only the really crass and tasteless ones really like him.  This has nothing to do with Jensen and his opinion of the hellers.  I just derive great pleasure in pointing this out to you.

December 2018 - Jaxcon

A heller got into an argument with Jensen during autos because she insisted Dean was bisexual whilst Jensen was saying that Dean wasn't.  Misha confirmed [as if he has the authority] that Dean is indeed bisexual.  Jensen must absolutely love the hellers after that, right?

Whatever I told you now is a brief overview.  More in-depth posts are on my blog on all these subjects, except for DC Con 2017 which I elaborated on in this post.  During 2017 and 2018, the online attacks have increased including telling Jared that they wish him dead.  This was tweeted to him.  Jensen's death threats increased to include an arson and poisoning threat.  Hellers even threatened to kidnap Jared's children.  Many of these tweets were directed to Jensen.  The receipts for all of these, are on my blog.  They are getting worse.  I fear that they might actually act of their threats one day.  The threats start from mistagged posts which is why I always call those out.  Stay on your lane and you will offend nobody. 

To summarize:

Jensen hates the hellers because they threatened to kill him, in various ways, ruined his reputation by accusing him of homophobia and threatening to kidnap Jared's children whilst also hoping that Jared would die along with Sam.  Oh, and Misha is ugly.  The End. 

[lemonclemontadmin]

Bonnie’s Nightmare Oneshot

Psst @tiredclemont this is just the start of the Lemon boi angst >:3 

Night time had long fallen upon Kalos and everyone in the cities have begun to drift into dreamland after a hard day’s work. Lumiose City is one of them and the city of light still glowed like it was named for. Locals can still be seen outside, but they’re lesser than in the day for most have already gone to bed. The Lémons are just getting to that after having their supper before bed. Tonight however was a bit different for it was just the kids and their Pokemon at home. Meyer and his Ampharos are out tending to a customer in a farther city. So that night, it was just Clemont and Bonnie and the older sibling was put in charge of things.

Luckily for him, Bonnie had been on her best behaviour today and all Clemont had as a downside by day’s end was Bonnie getting dirty after playing - Which rewarded the little girl a fun shower from the hose in the backyard. The little girl had long fallen asleep with Dedenne in her arms afterward and Clemont had gone to his own room not long after. The day has come and gone perfectly leading to the next few hours of night calm. The two siblings and their Pokemon managed to sleep ever so peacefully as well. However, it wasn’t until sometime later when the slumber of a certain little girl was interrupted by fear. In her bed, she was frowning. She was restlessly tossing and turning...

Bonnie woke up to find herself in a strange place. Something about it seemed familiar somehow. Judging by the many contraptions, the glass chamber and dozens of controls littering the room, it appeared to be a part of someone’s laboratory. It was dark with only the dimly glowing green illuminating everything in sight. The light came from the glass chamber containing a few Zygarde cores, the very ones Xerosic still had and Bonnie had seen them when she, Ash, Pikachu and Serena together with Greninja broke in to save Clemont… Wait a minute.

“That big man with red glasses...”

The girl muttered to herself in recalling as her eyes have widened with fear. She had seen that Team Flare member a few times in the past and those times weren’t the prettiest - They made Bonnie mostly angry and at the same time, terrified. First, her beloved Squishy was forced to rampage after Xerosic managed to control it with that machine. And the next, Xerosic, during his search for Zygarde cells, had come across Bonnie and the others and kidnapped Clemont to later turn him into the first ‘Advanced Human’ with the same device used to control Squishy.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious Bonnie became as she slowly realised. This is the exact same lab where she together with Ash, Serena and Greninja broke in to save Clemont only to find him ‘brainwashed’ by Xerosic. “W-What am I doing here? Dedenne? Clemont? A-Anybody?” Blue eyes continued to scan the area with rising fear and the urge to burst into tears. Nobody is in sight except for her and fear rocketed within her - The strange absence of the elephant in the room isn’t making things any better. Where is Xerosic? And where is her brother? Ash and Serena can’t be here anymore, Bonnie knew. They’ve already gone to different places now. So that leaves only Clemont…

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here~!”

A crude, taunting voice belonging to a man made Bonnie squeak with surprise. The next thing she knew, she found herself face to face with a very familiar face; The last face that Bonnie never, ever, wanted to remember. The pale skinned figure stepped out of the dark corners of the lab and the lighting illuminated his crimson lenses and uniform. His dark smile is enough to send Bonnie into hysterics, but she tried to act brave, putting on her ‘fierce’ face. “Y-You again?! How did you get out? I thought the Officer Jennys put you away forever!”

Xerosic pretended to look shocked and had a hand to his chest in ‘fear’. “Oh they did, did they? Ha! That’s priceless!” He smirked with a snap of his fingers to summon two Pokemon from the shadows - Crobat and Malamar. “They are no match for me and oh! They definitely won’t be once they face Team Neo Flare in full power once again! All of you will pay for foiling with my plans and you will all bow down, before me!” He cackled nastily before the girl and Bonnie was shaking terribly. Her eyes darted around her in desperate search for only one person.

“C-Clemont? Clemont where are you?” Bonnie’s voice was high with anxiety that’s threatening to burst any second. No matter which angle she looked, there was no sign of her brother and her heart was pounding in her chest. She cried out at Xerosic, unable contain herself any longer. “You took him again didn’t you? Where is he? Where is my big brother!?”

The pale skinned man smiled eerily, suddenly looking as if Bonnie brought up something to be proud of. “Hmph, where he is as of now is highly classified. But since you asked me ‘so nicely’, I suppose I might as well tell you,” Xerosic took in the second of hopefulness on Bonnie’s expression before crushing that in an instant. “You see, the moment I slipped away from those Jennys I knew I was going to have that pathetic kid as the first to interfere with my plans of collecting all of the Zygarde cells again. So to spare myself from such trouble I did the one thing I should’ve done to him the first time I grabbed him…”

Xerosic chuckled and he casually paced before the child, hands rubbing like they were fresh from asphyxiating someone. “Ah you my dear had such a strong brother. You should have seen him when I had Malamar bring him in with psychic. Oh how he struggled, shouted, writhed like a Weedle until he broke free from the psychic. It’s a shame really, all his fighting is done for nothing.” His hands clenched together and a devilish grin formed on his face; Bonnie could have sworn she saw his lenses glint with evil.

Bonnie could no longer control her tears at this point. “I don’t understand.. W-What did you do to Clemont? What did you do?!” She screamed the last three words.

Xerosic only smiled more. “Do you really want to know?” He tittered before his smile turned sinister. “Fine then,” He pulled out a walkie-talkie device from his pocket to speak into it, never taking his manic gaze off of Bonnie. “Unit One, calling in Unit One! Please report to the lab, Xerosic out.” His words caused Bonnie to blink in utter confusion. Unit One? Those two words suddenly seemed familiar. It was fuzzy for Bonnie had only heard it once; But it wasn’t until she heard the sound of doors sliding open and smoke began to pour out.

A dark silhouette began to form in the fog and it was advancing towards the two. The only thing that stood out is the electric yellow light emitting from the visors. The figure’s shape grew clearer from the fog’s dissipating and it stopped. Now Bonnie could get a clear glimpse of the figure - But it was a face that made her heart stop. Her lower lip hung and quivered with tremendous shock, eyes never leaving the figure. No.. It can’t be!

The figure was no one other than her own brother.

Clemont stood stiffly before his master and Bonnie, the fog fully dying out now and his full appearance is revealed. The teenager is dressed in Team Flare uniform resembling what Xerosic and his cronies wore only it had a yellow pieces like the tie and even the lenses on his mechanical visors. The sixteen-year-old’s expression was a blank stare with his otherwise lifeless eyes being hidden behind the visor; Bonnie didn’t need seeing to believe that something is beyond off with her brother. But due to the negative worries ready to explode within her, the girl cried out to him in relief.

“Clemont! You’re alive! Did the big meanie hurt you?”

Poor Bonnie had no idea what she’s in for. In her sheer distress she expected at least one mention of her name from Clemont’s unmoving mouth - But there was none. The teen continued to stand emotionlessly in place and Xerosic began to chuckle, clearly amused by the little girl’s attempts. “Oh me? Hurt him? I did no such thing~!” He taunted in a singsong manner. He sauntered to Clemont and casually held the teen with one arm around him. “Your brother here is the one who let me do the job. All I did was threaten him with your life - Which means you are partly to blame in hurting him, my dear.”

Xerosic’s lenses glistened with evil and he cackled once more, enjoying the horrible shock on Bonnie’s face. His words played through her mind again and again. You’re the one who hurt him. The more she thought about it, the more she began to realise the truth in it and she could literally see the scenario in her head; Being stubborn as he is, Clemont refuses no matter how much agony is laid upon him - Until Xerosic resorted to a final blackmail that finally broke the gym leader into hysterics. It was then did Xerosic become satisfied and have Malamar knock out Clemont for the deed, ending the vision just like that.

Tears of anguish streamed down Bonnie’s face and she fell to her hands and knees. But as much as Xerosic’s words cut her like a knife, a part of her felt that it was only lies coming from the man; Clemont told her plenty about him after all.

 “You’re lying! My brother would never give in to you even if you’re controlling him!” She boldly retorted to Xerosic before setting her frightened, but desperation-filled eyes on Clemont. “Big Brother I know you can hear me in there! Please! Snap out of it! He’s controlling you again - You can’t let him do whatever he wants with you!”

Clemont did not move, nor did his expression falter even a bit.

Xerosic clicked in false sympathy and he brushed away a stray tear resulting from his laughter. “Oh your efforts are futile, child! He can’t hear you, not anymore!” He grinned at Clemont as he casually wrapped an arm around him. “You don’t hear a thing from that girl now do you Unit One?” He earned a stiff nod from Clemont and the man smirked at Bonnie. “See? Face it my dear. Your brother belongs to me now and together we will lead Team Neo Flare!”

The blonde child before him quivered terribly. She screwed her eyes shut. “N-No! My brother will never agree to that!”

Bonnie cried out with all bravery she could master. Despite that however, her eyes are leaking tears and Xerosic knew he’s succeeded in breaking her. Just one more push and he could either get Bonnie brainwashed and working for his side, or, he could have his ‘Unit One’ dispose of her corpse… The latter became his final option.

“My poor child. That is indeed true but I hate to tell you that at this point, your brother is gone. Dead the moment I shot him with my enhanced controlling system.” Xerosic wore a look of false pity. “But if it provides you any consolation, I made his last seconds of life at peace by promising that I wouldn’t turn you into an advanced human - Just like he badly pleaded me to.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Which is why I have another plan for you.”

Bonnie shakily looked up at him with teary eyes. “What are you going to do? … Kill me?”

Xerosic doubled over in a fit of laughter at Bonnie’s statement. “What? Me? Kill you? Oh no! No of course I wouldn’t do that heehee!” He shook his head in regaining himself - Before his expression morphed into an enormous grin. “He is.” He snapped his fingers at Clemont’s direction. “Unit One? I have a request for you.” He pointed towards Bonnie. “You see that girl over there? I want you to do the honors,” He reached into his uniform pocket to pull out a lethal looking weapon.

He gave the weapon to Clemont, and the teenager accepted it.

Bonnie’s blood turned cold at the terrible realisation; She felt faint. Brainwashed or not, surely Clemont would have fought hard against the option of pulling the trigger on his own sister? He can’t be that weak! Does he even know what he’s doing? She felt tears threaten to spill once again as she cast her distraught eyes on Clemont. “B-Big brother?”

As usual, not a response. Not a falter, nor a sound. But that was nothing compared to what happened next. Xerosic gave Clemont a nod, turning back to Bonnie. “She’ll be of no use to Team Neo Flare. Unit One, I want you to end her. Make it as painful as possible if you don’t mind.” And to his leader’s command, Clemont turned to face Bonnie, the yellow glass of his visors glinting with the mood to kill.

“As you wish, Xerosic sir.”

Clemont’s tone sounded mechanical; Lifeless as it had been the first time Bonnie heard it and it came crashing down to her. That was not her brother. Standing right before her is a mindless slave who is about to become the cause of her death.

Barely holding back a cry of terror, Bonnie began to stumble back in panic. She didn’t see Xerosic’s Malamar sweep behind her. A startled yelp escaped Bonnie’s mouth and she found herself being trapped by Malamar. The restrained girl tried to struggle against them but to no avail. Clemont already had the weapon pointed towards her and out came an ear-splitting sound. Bonnie’s life flashed before her eyes; Memories of her father, Ash and Serena.. And her brother; Back when he looked much more alive and made sure Bonnie is loved and cared for with his life. She will never see that again. The light cut off as Bonnie cried in pure agony - The last thing she said being a cry for her brother, and she saw him and Xerosic breaking into snide grins as they watched her die in her own blood…

“Ah!”

Bonnie shot up with a frenzied expression looking around wildly in her panic. Her pupils have shrunken from the anxiety and she found herself in her own bedroom. Was it only a bad dream? The girl had never been so freaked out by a nightmare - To her it felt so real, she even reached to her torso where she saw Clemont shoot her. There was none of course, but poor Bonnie was terrorized. Her panicked gaze set on the door and she sprinted out; Accidentally disturbing Dedenne and the mouse pokemon landed on the floor with a plop. 

“De ne? De ne ne!” The orange mouse squeaked and scampered after the upset Bonnie. She is going straight for her brother’s room. To her horror, the door was open and Clemont was not in bed. The covers looked like they have been thrown off in a haste, causing the fear to spike within Bonnie some more. “Oh no…” The girl began to hyperventilate as she scanned her surroundings. She bolted downstairs with that one horrifying thought in her mind; Xerosic has taken her brother.

“Clemont! Big brother where are you?! Clemmy!” 

Her terribly distraught cries for her older sibling rang throughout the house. There was no sign of Clemont in the house at all and it made Bonnie even more terrified. Unknown to her, her anguished cries aren’t unheard and they have reached the ears of a certain someone who was just outside the house - The one she was desperately looking for.

Clemont recognised the voice at once and it caused him to gasp, azure eyes filling with alarm; There was only one person in the house with that voice. “Bonnie?!” His head turned to the direction of the cries and they definitely belong to his sister. His anxiety and protective instinct raising, the teen wasted no time in going back to the house - Grabbing a broom along the way in case he needed to whack a burglar on the head. A dozen thoughts flooded his panicked mind at once. Had someone broken in? Was it a wild Pokemon? Was Bonnie hurt?

The back door was slammed open and Clemont ran in panting heavily. “Bonnie?! Bonnie where are you I’m right here! Bonnie!” His panic-filled eyes scanned the house for any sight of his distressed sister and any possible thief. He stiffened upon hearing hurried footsteps from upstairs and was quick to raise the broom in preparing to make a hit, thinking it was a stranger attempting to make a getaway. He braced himself as the footsteps grew faster and louder; He stopped himself from swinging the broom down the moment Bonnie came running in crying.

“Big brother! Big brother you’re okay! You’re okay!”

Clemont nearly fell back when Bonnie went colliding into him in a tight squeeze. “Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be-!” His words were cut short by the cries - Bonnie was wailing loudly in his waist and wrapping it in a vice-grip embrace. The older brother gasped when he felt just how scared his sister is. He could feel her heart literally pounding in her chest and he could immediately tell from her intense crying - This is not an ordinary display of fear; Bonnie was deathly terrified and never did Clemont see her cry like this.

The elder couldn’t help but wonder what made Bonnie  like this. Asking her was out of the question for the girl was too upset and Clemont focused on calming her down first; He knelt to her level to take her in his arms, softly hushing the child all the while whispering soothing words to her. “It’s okay Bonnie, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” Clemont gently rubbed her back as the young girl continued to cry. Her sobs slowly began to grow lesser, but that did not slow down her rapid pulse, or her unsteady breathing and sobbing. It wasn’t long before Clemont felt Bonnie’s legs give way beneath her and the girl nearly slid off him if it weren’t for his hold on her. Bonnie had passed out…

About half an hour since she lost consciousness, Bonnie began to stir and she opened her eyes halfway. They were still slightly red and puffy from her crying fit and her cheeks had dried tear stains running down. “Hmm..” She groaned a bit and sat up. She was greeted by the familiar scent of lemon, paper and metal, a comforting combination of smell she often found around Clemont. The girl took in her surroundings and she realised she is in Clemont’s room. Beside her, Dedenne had just sensed his caretaker’s awake and he nuzzled Bonnie’s arm.

Bonnie took a deep breath and she stroked the Pokemon behind the ears. “I’m okay Dedenne.. I was just worried for Clemmy that’s all.” She murmured to which Dedenne looked in sad wonder. He continued to nuzzle Bonnie’s palm as a soothing motion for his caretaker. It lasted until Clemont returned to the room and Bonnie felt her earlier anxiety grip her again. She tried not to break down again. “Big brother,” She squeaked out and she was immediately swathed in the arms of her brother. She caught a glimpse of how worried Clemont was for her and looking back, she realised that she had been a crying wreck before passing out. “I’m sorry for being a big crybaby. I didn’t mean to.”

She was hushed by Clemont at that sentence and the elder looked at her with softness. “You shouldn’t apologise for being scared Bonnie. It’s especially okay for everybody to cry sometimes when they are,” He swallowed briefly and continued to caress his sister on the head, just as she loved it whenever she was sad. Now came the stressing part; Getting Bonnie to talk to him. “Why were you worrying about me? I never went far away - I was only near our backyard because I couldn’t sleep.”

Bonnie averted her gaze. A small part of her is afraid to tell Clemont in fear of hurting his feelings. But when she met Clemont’s eyes, she was emotionally stung in seeing how sad and worried her brother is - She can see it in his eyes. It was a sight her heart can never say no to. She sighed looking down, knowing she’ll have to tell him. “I was worrying about you because of this really bad dream I had. I was in this lab. It was dark, and scary… It’s the exact same one we were in last time. And then I saw him...”

Clemont looked tense. “Who did you see?”

Bonnie screwed her eyes shut to fight back tears. “It was that big meanie with the red clothes. The one who took Squishy’s friends, and you.” Her description caused Clemont to look disturbed. Bonnie began to cling to him. “I asked him what he’s doing back there and he said he was going to start his Team again to finish what he started..” She snivelled a bit and Clemont snapped out of his stunned silence. His heart now dreaded to hear the rest of Bonnie’s story. But his need to comfort her outweighed that. “... Did Xerosic do anything else?” He regretted asking that in an instant when Bonnie began to cry into his chest. Clemont internally cursed himself. He rubbed Bonnie’s back. “You don’t have to tell me.. You can stop right there.”

But Bonnie did not. She shook her head in between sobs. “N-No.. I can do it! I can’t hide this from you…” She whimpered and felt around for Clemont’s hand due to her eyes being shut and her face is buried in her brother - The elder sibling took it in his, giving it assuring squeezes. “I got you, don’t worry.” Bonnie looked at him and she sniffled. ‘Don’t let go.’ Her teary eyes seemed to say.

She rubbed her eyes, and she began to continue. “So that big man wanted to start Team Neo Flare again and continue his plans to catch Squishy’s friends. And then I got scared. I started to look for you but you weren’t there! And that was when he told me.. He said he caught you! A-And he wasn’t going to let you stop him so he did something really scary…” She began to hiccup in sobs. Her hold on Clemont’s hand grew tighter. “I-I didn’t know what it w-was at first… B-But then he started to c-call for someone… And y-you appeared!” She grew hysterical at this point. “Y-You looked exactly like that bad man’s workers and when I t-tried to call you *sob* you d-didn’t listen and he said *sob* he said you were gone! You couldn’t hear me anymore And… and… He told you to kill me and when you did.. *sob* That’s when I woke up..”

The room became deathly silent save for Bonnie’s muffled crying. Clemont had never felt so anguished in his life. He killed his own sister in her dream! Hearing this kind of nightmare coming from Bonnie stabbed his heart deeper than the sharpest object and it was something that disturbed him far more than his own nightmare. It may have only been a dream but the fact that it was so realistic enough to scare Bonnie like that and is not to mention, based on an actual event, it sickened the teen to the core. The thought alone of him being partial nightmare fuel for Bonnie is enough to send Clemont into tears - But he can’t, not in front of his sister. She needs him.

With a shuddered breath and rapid blinks to fight tears, Clemont scooped Bonnie onto his lap to hug her close to his heart. “Oh Bonnie that’s terrible I.. I’m so sorry you had to dream of something like that,” He sounded guilty at that, but then he swallowed it down. He gently ran his fingers through Bonnie’s hair and looked into her eyes. “But as scary it is, nightmares are never real and this one is definitely no different, I swear to Arceus. You’re my little sister and I promised that I’d always love and protect you no matter what; Not even Xerosic can ever make me break that promise.”

Bonnie looked up at him with tears. “R-Really?”

Clemont nodded. “Really.” He sighed wearily with a hand running across his head. “Honestly? After that last encounter it’s gonna take a lot more out of Xerosic to turn me into his slave.” He felt the twinge of guilt creep up his heart and he held Bonnie closer. He felt the girl whimper and cling to him. “It’s really scary, Big Brother, and I don’t know what to do…” She looked up with puppy eyes. “Can you invent something that will get rid of nightmares forever? If you do I promise I’ll eat all of my veggies for a whole year and I’ll even do all of your chores! I just want that big meanie to stop bothering me at night.”

The older brother just gazed at her, before melting into a knowing expression. Though he couldn’t help but chortle at the girl’s offers - And feel heartbroken for her at the same time. “Actually Bonnie, I can’t. Because getting rid of nightmares without inventions is already possible,” He paused before smiling suggestively. “And I happen to know the best method known to mankind.” In response, Bonnie tilted her head curiously. “You do? What is it?”

Clemont smiled gently at her. “This,” He reached to hoist Bonnie up so he could lie on the other side of the bed beside her. He allowed the girl to rest her head over one of his arms and laid the other around her - Drawing the girl close in a way that Bonnie is nestled close to his chest and Clemont’s chin is atop her head. Bonnie’s forehead was pressed lightly against her brother where she could feel the soft, rhythmic beating of his heart. It slowly but gradually began to sooth the child the longer she listened - The loving touch of her brother making her feel more comfortable and she felt safe.

Bonnie curled up against her brother with a small smile. “I.. I actually feel much better now.” Her eyes have widened slightly with curious realisation. True to her words, she felt much more calm and her frightened state from earlier had simmered down to nothing. She hardly felt scared anymore; Clemont felt relieved at this. “It may not be able to make nightmares disappear in an instant, but believe me, hugs can help people a lot, especially when they’re scared.” He paused in recalling an old memory with a wistful sigh. “It was mom and uncle Colress who believed in that when they were kids and mom told this to me when I had my first nightmare.”

“She did?” Bonnie’s face lit up with surprise. “Wow I didn’t know that!” She smiled as she was given a pet to the head by the teen. “But now you do,” Clemont chuckled and he let Bonnie cuddle against him some more. The elder exhaled softly and stroked his sister’s hair. Part of him isn’t ready to let Bonnie on her own the rest of the night. “I think it’s best you stay with me tonight. Is that okay with you?”

The little girl lifted her head up, her expression innocent. “I was gonna ask you that, but thanks Clemmy!” Clemont could only chortle in amusement. “No problem. Anything for my little sister,” He gave Bonnie’s forehead a soft kiss and the two siblings slept in each other’s embrace; Bonnie did not get disrupted a single time after that. Her slumber is finally made at peace and it’s all thanks to the one she called her Big Brother.

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"Why do you think it is OK to be so vile and vicious?" (1) LOLOLOL, you have got to be kidding me. Pot, meet big fucking kettle. (2) Most (not all) of those comments are neither vile nor vicious; they're simply hard to hear, as the truth often is. We believe you believe your theories are true, AJW. Unfortunately, you believing (and wishing and hoping) something is true doesn't make it true. For EVERY argument you make, I could make an equally strong counter that C hates D. Doesn't make it true!

2nd Anonymous said: Is this supposed to be her feel sorry for me post because she literally hates on strangers all day every day. “ajw720*tumblr*com/post/182606038445/in-my-time-here-i-have-been-called it’s very hard to feel sympathy for her when she bullies a woman she doesn’t know because she interferes with her fantasy.

3rd Anonymous said: AJW's on her poor widdle victim's martyr cross again. Anyone got any violins? She's the victimiest victim to ever victim, you know! All I'm imagining is a giant middle-aged baby in a diaper spitting her paci out and throwing a tantrum that big meanies are calling her names. You're right, sounds a lot like Trump.

She can’t even see how vile and vicious she is to Mia or to anons...or to Darren.  She hates his beloved bar-which is by itself very disturbing. Add her attacks on his fiancee, his friends -Starkid in particular but others as well. Also his team Ricky, and Michael, his brother- Chuck and even Darren himself when he Isn’t acting gay enough. She can’t see that she doesn’t like real Darren-that so much of what he does she bitches about and blames on his team as a way to excuse the behavior she doesn’t like as “not his fault”. She hates the bar that he loves.  The bar that is so quintessentially Darren. 

It is impossible for her to hear the truth. She has refused many times- today we just got a complication, the greatest hits of the last 3 years.  She never sees herself in anyone’s critique .  

Since she has no self-reflection, Let’s do it for her:

1.homophobic-funny, because she replied to my ask and called me homophobic once. 

2. misogynistic; I have discussed this many times and she is absolutely a misogynist. If you hate a woman you don’t know at all-a complete stranger- and you hate her because you attribute negative stereotypical female behaviors to her, that is misogyny. 

3.  xenophobic; she probably had an anon who speaks English as a Second Language and she attacked her for grammar or word mistakes.  She probably deserved this label. 

4. a fucking cunt; I hate the word cunt.  But more importantly, I have realized that it NEVER helps to attack her with anything even close to a vicious attack because she gets very self-righteous in her anger.  She lashes out in anger. Not only will she will just attack back, it feeds that self-righteous anger.  So kill her with kindness and intellectual arguments.    

5. an alcoholic cunt; Again I hate that word. If the only photos you post are of your wine glasses AND you call Mia an alcoholic every chance you get, you are probably going to get some pushback with this label. 

6. I have been told to go fuck myself; I hope people aren’t telling her to go fuck herself.  It just feeds her self-righteousness. Attack her with smart, intelligent facts and be nice.  

7. gay fetishist; If you obsess about the genitals of two men who are NOT  in a relationship, you believe Darren acts “Daisy” and you believe all kinds of outdated stereotypes about gay men- like they are scared of boobies- you are fetishizing gay men.  

8. slut; This seems uncalled for.  It’s rude and she never talks about sex so don’t call her a slut.  

9. told to see a therapist; Well....when you believe a richly-detailed fantasy that 1. isn’t any of your business 2. there is literally NO evidence the men are a couple or ever have been aka you have and continue to make it all up  3. both men have denied your fantasy 5. one of the men is straight  6. both men are in long-term relationships with other people  7. you believe you love one of the men 8. you believe you are a better fan than anyone else and 9. you think that you are “collecting receipts” for Darren because you don’t have an NDA- and by “receipts” you mean social media posts -seeing a therapist is a good idea.    

10.  been questioned on having friends as no one would ever want to be friends with someone like me; that’s mean. But when you never present as a very angry, cruel person in every post you make, someone is going to say this. 

11. old hag; This is just mean... but to a  20 year old, I suppose 44 seems old.   

12. essentially told that I brainwash people; you do. If you create a “fact” that is entirely made up in your head (for example “Darren and Chris are married”) and you keep repeating it until your fandom believes and repeats it, that is brainwashing.

13. a liar; When you make up stories (see #12) and portray them as facts, you are a liar.  

14. a fraud (apparently I am not a lawyer, English is my second language, and I did not go to an ivy league school); Maybe you should analyze what you DO that makes other people believe you aren’t a lawyer, English speaking or went to an Ivy League school? I’ll give you some hints: proofread your posts,  don’t posts something like this  “ajw720 Why do frspetate to read put blogs?” and then leave it on your blog. As for not being a lawyer: stop misrepresenting POAs, contracts, NDAs, “facts”, contracts, the rights and responsibilities of a manager, contracts, breaching, morality clauses...those are good places to start.   

15.  ignorant; about?

16.  delusional, delusional fuck, and delusional idiot; When you fabricate stories about 4 complete strangers, proclaim to know more than their friends and families and write posts about exactly what they are thinking, you're delusional.

17.  Devoid of knowledge on how contracts and morality clauses work; All this is 100% true...or maybe you understand them, but you lie about Darren’s contracts and morality clause to fit your trope. 

18.  middle age frau; Again, to a 20 year old, 44 seems ancient.  

19.  Creepy; If you believe you know everything about a complete stranger, you're creepy. If you don’t understand boundaries between a celebrity and a fan who is a complete stranger, you're creepy. Systematically claiming that EVERY SINGLE THING that Darren says about himself is a lie and YOU know the truth is creepy.

20.  Living in a Fictional World; Yep, 100%. CC is NOT real- it is FICTION- and you are the head writer. 

21.  A Truther; Let’s define truther “a person who doubts the generally accepted account of an event, believing that an official conspiracy exists to conceal the true explanation; a conspiracy theorist” Literally exactly what CCers do and are proud of.  They constantly proclaim that they are too smart to fall for the PR narrative and THEY have alternative facts. How can she deny this? A little self awareness is always a good thing.  

22.  I’ve been disparaged for calling D a victim of abuse; You should be- Darren has never so much as hinted that he is abused. It’s all made up in YOUR head.  When you claim someone is abused ONLY because it fits YOUR narrative, you are belittling real the experiences of real victims.  You are belittling the horror they go through and doing so simply because you think it adds to your fantasy.  

23.  A cult leader; As the leader of the CC truthers, I’d say you are a cult leader but let’s again look at the definition.  The 3rd definition of Cult on Google “is a misplaced or excessive admiration for a particular person or thing."a cult of personality surrounding the leaders" synonyms:obsession with, fixation on, mania for, passion for” That describes the CC fandom and you are the self-appointed leader.  

24.  I have been told that I hate D; When you criticize  real Darren for everything he does that doesn’t fit your vision of who he is, when you label him a jerk, college frat bro, and no-homo dude AND blame those behaviors on “his team”, that means you don’t actually like Darren. You LOVE CC Darren, a man who doesn’t exist outside of your head but the real Darren is problematic.  

25. I have been told that D&C would be embarrassed by me; Both men have asked you to stop, both men have told and continue to tell their truth and you continue to discount everything they say because it doesn’t prove CC is real. The “truth” that you fabricate about both men’s lives does not look anything like the lives they are leading-the lives everyone can see-except you. Embarrassed by the CCers stalking their friends’ accounts and then telling them they are wrong about Mia, or Chris & Darren, or just writing CrissColfer a million times. Embarrassed that you guys go in to their comment sections and attack fans who tell you to stop- even if YOU specifically don’t do it- and I know at least ONE of the main CCers does-the words that are used are literally the words that you use- it’s your fantasy.  I think they would be more angry than embarrassed.

26.  Cancer of the Fandom I got nothing for this one.

I have talked about her lack of self awareness before but this is a textbook example of how she can’t take any criticism- it is all immediate rejected.  Yesterday’s YOU WILL RESPECT ME rant is another example of the lack of awareness. I mean, the ”truther” accusation is absolutely SPOT ON and yet she can’t see it.  

I don’t write this blog to belittle or make fun of her or the CCers.  I certainly don’t to change her believes because she won’t change- she is in too far, she thrives on the attention she get....but mostly, she can’t see what she is doing. She can’t see that she is so deep into a fantasy that has been entirely fabricated and since Glee ended, fabricated mostly by her.  She can’t see that her lies are getting all caught up in one another now that she has to explain why Chris and Darren have no connection and Mia and Darren are everywhere together as a couple. She has to keep fabricating excuses for why Darren continues to say he is straight and that he loves Mia. She can’t see that it’s very obvious to the rest of us to see that Chris and Darren have no relationship and Darren and Mia are building a life together. This post proves how much she can’t see outside of her own fantasy. 

I write this blog because I couldn’t stand that CC lies were being pumped out every day and they existed unchecked. They started claiming their fantasies were facts...period.  I couldn’t stand anons asking-begging CCers for proof and they were told “it’s a fact” trust me, don’t question it.  The only info anyone could find -if they did go looking- were CC lies. I needed there to be a place where the truth sits.

If I was interested in simply making fun of them, I wouldn’t spend so much time finding facts- photos, videos, old posts to prove they are misconstruing the truth. 

Sometimes my anons get a little snarky- maybe we can tone that down a little so we don’t give her ammunition for her pity party.  

[miru-p]

So, yesterday I had the defense of our Project, and tomorrow I have another of Environmental Analytics, so a you can understand I’m stressed, and the Nobody Dies AU really heals my soul so, I ended up finishing this pic I had in my wips list since forever lmao.  So, well, enjoy it and the little writting under the cut ;v;9 

After knowing for the Speedwagon Foundation that everyone was safe and sound in a hospital in El Cairo, both Caesar and Karina traveled there immediately. This Joseph. For sure it’s amazing and useful to have a lot of money, Karina thought.  

Once they arrived, they looked for them in the whole hospital, until a voice called them.

“What a surprise! What are you doing here?”

Caesar looked at him. Joseph looked tired but okay. With some bandage in his neck but alive. “You damn stupid and sly bastard… How could you…” he said with a broken voice. He was going to punch him, because he was very angry at him. After all, he didn’t tell him nor Suzi nor Billie anything about Holly’s condition and just went on his own. No. Even worse, with his grandson who was only seventeen. For God sake. But the happiness of seeing both grandfather and grandson okay was stronger, and at the end, he just hugged him.

“I’m happy to see you too.” Joseph chuckled.

“Where are the others?” Karina asked him. She was looking around but couldn’t find them, so she was kind of worry.

“They’re in a room across the hall.” Joseph replied. “They’re in a worse condition than us, so they need proper attendance.”

Then, without hesitation, Karina ran to that room, while the other three men looked at her go.

“Why didn’t you tell me that the person I was going to meet was my own granddaughter?” Caesar asked Joseph with a frown.

“Oh, I thought it would be funnier that way.” He answered with a big grin in his face. Both Caesar and Jotaro looked at him with resignation.

“You should have told me. At least that way I could have avoided a kick in my face.”

“No,” Joseph said with a mix of incredulity and teasing “You have to be kidding.”

“No. I’m not kidding.”

Joseph laughed so loudly that probably the whole hospital heard him. If it had not been for the pain on his throat due to his injury, he would have continued laughing forever.

“It wasn’t funny!” Caesar said with an angry expression. “Bastard.”

“I bet it was! What a shame I wasn’t there to see it.” Caesar shot a death glare at him. “Actually I kind of find it admirable. She still has a lot of energy for being pregnant.”

Caesar looked at him with wide eyes. “She…. What?!”

“Oh…”

Immediately, Caesar ran to the room where Karina was. Joseph followed him. He knew the blond well enough to know that in that moment he wasn’t thinking straight, and probably he would need to be stopped at some point. Jotaro followed them but a normal pace, being the only one who seemed to know that they were in a hospital.

When Karina first entered the hospital room where her friends were, she was horrified but relieved at the same time. All of them looked awful, with a lot of injures, with even limbs missing. But at least, they were all alive. When she found the bed of her lover, she immediately went to him. He was still unconscious. His both forearms missing.

Karina escalated to his bed, and accommodated herself there. She hugged him with tears in her eyes. I’m so happy that you all did it. That you did it, Momo. Then, the door slammed open and a very angry man entered in the room.

“How is it that you’re pregnant and didn’t tell me anything all this time?!” Caesar yelled. “Per quale cazzo di motive, tu idiota…?!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, Caesar” Joseph whispered with a nervous smile in his face. “You have already switched to Italian.”

“Why did I have to tell you?” She said with an intimidating tone in her voice.

“Because I’m your grandfather, maybe?”

“Yes, since like 3 days ago. I have a close relationship with my dentist.”

Caesar couldn’t actually answer to that. She was right. But still. He wasn’t angry because she didn’t tell him, but because she spent days with him, and any mention about that matter. About any matter actually.

“And… what the hell do you think you are doing right now…?” Caesar didn’t give up. “You shouldn’t bother a patient! Get off the bed. right. now!”

“Don’t wanna.” She said, hugging Avdol even harder. “I know that he would be happier if the first thing he sees is his beloved partner at his side.”

“Well, she has a point there.” Joseph said, but only to receive another death glare from the Italian.  “Please, stop, both of you. I think we have already drawn enough attention with all this yelling…” And indeed, a lot of nurses, doctors, and even patients were looking at them. ”Also, look at them. They need to rest.”

After these words, Caesar left the room, with defeat written on his face. Joseph patted him on his shoulders. “C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“So… Avdol is…”

“Yes.”

“I see.” Caesar said. “He’s a good man. I guess… it’s okay.”

“Of course it is. Besides, is her life, not yours.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m… just worried I think.” Caesar said, with a softer tone. “Also, I don’t like her behaving so… wildly.”

Joseph laughed. “Oh my God, Caesar, she just lied down with him on bed. It’s not a big deal.” He looked down for a moment. “After all, it’s normal. Being worried about someone precious to you when he’s that badly injured, after a battle in which you couldn’t help him.”

Caesar looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you talking about Karina or about someone else?”

“Who knows.”

“Anyways, Jotaro and you will travel to Japan soon, right?”

“Yeah, probably tomorrow. After all both of us are okay. And I want to see Holly.”

“Right.” Caesar said while crossing his arms. “I hope Suzi would punch you in the stomach. As you deserve.”

“Oh, Caesar-chan, you meanie!” Joseph said with a pout.

“Oh my God, Joseph. How old do you think we are already?” He said massaging the bridge of his nose. “Quit it with the ‘–chan’!”

“Never!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Avdol opened his eyes. Everything was blurry at first, but after a few seconds, he could finally focus.

He was in a hospital, it seems. Every inch of his body hurt so badly, so it had sense.  He also felt a weight in his arm. He was surprised; it was Karina. She was there with him, sleeping on him actually. He was going to hug her back but then he realized. He didn’t have forearms anymore. He was feeling frustrated, but at least the sight of Karina sleeping was very pleasant.

“Oh, so you’re finally awake.” Avdol heard a familiar voice. Then, he looked at his side, there was Caesar, sitting in a chair. “How are you feeling? Do you need me to call a nurse?”

“Mister Zeppeli. Oh, don’t worry, I’m okay.” He answered. Avdol then kind of panicked internally. He knew Caesar for Joseph, and he respected him as much as he respected  his friend, so he felt very uncomfortable in that situation, after all the woman who was sleeping on him was the blond’s granddaughter.

Caesar stared at him. It was too obvious the thoughts of the man, so he spoke. “You don’t have to worry. Even if I’m an old man, I still understand what love is. Although I’m worried that her weight is bothering you.”

“Not at all. It’s nice to have her here.” Avdol said softly. “I didn’t expect waking up and seeing her.”

“She insisted.” Caesar answered. “She’s very stubborn.”

Avdol chuckled. “Yes, she totally is.”

“I hope…No… I…” Caesar started. He didn’t know what to say and the frustration was clearly written on his face. Avdol stared at him very surprised. He didn’t know him as well as he knows Joseph, but for sure this was the first time he saw him that unconfident. “Please, take care of her, okay?”

Avdol was perplexed. Did Caesar just give him his blessing? As if the situation wasn’t awkward enough. At that moment, Karina opened her eyes.

“Good morning, little one.” Avdol whispered.

“Humh. I’m 175cm tall; I’m not little at all, cariño.” She said still sleepy. She rubbed her eyes, and finally realized the situation she was in. “Oh my God, I fell asleep?! Damn, I wanted to be there when you’d wake up.” She pouted.

“Well, you were here indeed.”

“You know what I mean!” She crossed her arms. With that gesture and the pout, she totally looked like a little child whining.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” Avdol asked.

“No, not this again! Why every time you’re injured you’re the one asking me if I’m okay?” She pocked his forehead. Avdol chuckled. Then, Karina leaned down a bit for kissing him in the lips, but he dodged. “What…?” Karina was surprised. What just happened? Then she looked at their side. Oh, I understand.

"Why don’t you get lost for a while?” She said, annoyed, to Caesar. “He’s feeling uncomfortable because of you. And I want to kiss him. So yes, get lost.”

Avdol looked at her. He can’t believe what she was saying. “Alright.” The Italian man answered. “I guess I’d go to get a coffee or something. Do you want something?”

“I told you. I want you to get lost.” She insisted. Caesar left the room without saying any other word. Avdol looked at her with a disappointed face.

“Why are you like this with him? He was trying to be kind.”

“I don’t need him to be kind. I don’t need him in the first place.”

“That was very rude of you, Karina.” Avdol continued. “I understand that you’re angry, but I can assure you that he is a good man, and first of all he’s your grandfather.”

Karina groaned. “That’s means that I’m not getting my kiss?”

“Yes. Exactly.” Avdol said with a serious face. Karina groaned more exaggeratedly and dramatically this time.

[ofqueensandwitches]

Pup Pup

A loud CRACK! was heard as two figures appeared in front of the small but quaint house. When the occupants of the house heard the noise, they dropped everything they did, and immediately went for the door. A childish squeal rang loud and clear before the door was opened. Just before the child and his parents came out, one of the visitors crouched on the ground and Transformed into a dog.

“Pup pup!” Little Harry Potter yelled happily as he squirmed in his mother’s arms, his chubby fingers reaching out for the dog.

“It’s Padfoot, kid,” James Potter corrected, rolling his eyes jokingly. “Your uncle is much too ugly, and not to mention old, to be called such adorable name.”

But Harry James Potter was every bit as stubborn as his parents were. Shaking his head in objection, he stuck a pouty lip as he said, “No! Pup pup! Pup pup!”

“Give it up, James,” Lily laughed as she lowered her son to the ground so the boy could great his beloved ‘Pup Pup’ properly, who was none other than his Godfather Sirius Black. “He inherits your stubbornness remember? Besides, you’ve called Sirius way worse names.”

“Your wife is right. Hello, Lils,” Remus said, hugging the ginger in greetings. “And we all know that when Lily’s right, you better listen to her.”

“Traitor,” James spat, but it was obvious that he didn’t mind it from the way he hugged the werewolf. Looking down at his other best friend whose belly was now being rubbed by his son, James childishly decided to step on Sirius’ tail, causing the dog to yelp. Smirking, the Chaser said, “And hello to you too, Pup Pup. You make a great dog; didn’t I tell you that?”

The dog’s grey eyes glared at James in a way that reminded everyone the true nature of the canine. Putting his paws on Harry’s shoulders, the dog began to change into his human form. The paws changed into hands, and he quickly shifted the little tot so he could hold Harry safely in his arms. When the little boy whined in disappointment, the Pureblood winked at his Godson and blew raspberries against Harry’s tummy, causing the boy to giggle.

“Your dad is a big meanie, Fawn,” Sirius said as he directed a scowl at his best friend. “He doesn’t love your poor Pup Pup.”

“Bad Daddy!” Harry yelled, his face squinted funnily in his effort to look angry at James. It only lasted for a while before he burst into a merry laughter.

“That’s right, kiddo. Your Dad is evil. But at least I have you, don’t I? You love me, don’t you, Harry?”

“Yeah! Wuv you, Pup Pup!”

“I can’t believe it! He stole my son! This is preposterous!” James said, dramatically clutching his heart in betrayal. “My own son, in my own house!”

“Oh, shut it, you dramatic arse,” Lily mock-scolded, dragging James inside the house as she beckoned her guests to follow her.

“Next thing I know, he’ll be stealing my wife!”

“James Fleamont Potter!”

“Moony! Back me up here!”

“Sorry, Prongs. I’m not getting in between your domestic dispute with Lily.”

————

Twenty seven years later...

A loud CRACK! was heard as a figure of a tall-man with fiery red hair appeared. Not far from where he was standing, an eight-year-old child with vibrant purple hair, who was entertaining his 'brothers’ with his Metamorphmagus abilities, turned his head toward him. The tall ginger bent down as he waved at his nephews, and lowered the small bundle he was holding on the ground. Once the kids saw what was inside the bundle of blanket, they couldn’t help themselves and began to run toward the man and the bundle in excitement.

“Harry, look! Ron just brought us a dog!” purple-haired Teddy Lupin yelled at his Godfather, who came out to greet his brother-in-law.

“Yeah, Daddy,” his oldest James piped in at the same time his youngest Albus said, “It’s Pup Pup!”

At twenty eight, Harry James Potter, Saviour of the wizarding world, youngest Head Auror to ever hold the position, felt like he was brought back to one of his earliest memories. Staring at the black dog, with thick fur and grey eyes that reminded him of someone else's, Harry knelt on the ground and opened his arms. The puppy, noticing that the new human was good, came bounding into Harry’s arms.

“Hello, Pup Pup,” Harry whispered as he hugged the dog firmly. “Welcome home.”

[cscreativecentre]

"Pieces of Another Life" (CS + The Forgotten Son)

Summary: Mostly a cursed Killian point of view story, spec on his character and job for season seven, with little dashes of CS, Captain Cobra, and Captain Charming thrown in.

Rating: PG-13

Officer Colin Rogers slowly drug his weary body into his empty apartment well after midnight, barely taking the energy to toss his keys into the dish on the counter by the door and set his gun and badge next to them. He was bone tired by the end of most shifts, but he had been more so lately. The constant revolution of the same crimes, jealousies, thefts, and hate in an endless loop, people hurting one another without hesitation or remorse; it wore him down.

Toeing off the shoes he wore each day on the welcome mat in the hall, he let out a sigh as he made his way to the kitchen, absently running a hand through his already haphazardly missed dark hair. Reaching the refrigerator, Colin pulled it open and found bread and enough lunch meat and cheese to make sandwich for his long overdue supper. Then he took his plate and a glass of rum into the living room where he sunk into his well-worn couch.

Off his feet at last, Colin bit into his late night meal, chewing thoughtfully as tense muscles held alert and ready all day finally relaxed against the couch cushions. He allowed his thoughts to meander back over his shift on-duty, lingering at the endearing if unusual encounter he’d had while out on patrol.

He had been coming out of a corner convenience store where he’d gone to do a follow-up report on a robbery some weeks back, and as he had stepped out onto the busy sidewalk, he’d heard several youthful shouts of alarm and seem half a dozen middle school aged boys scatter in all directions. Shaking off the resigned disappointment that even youngsters felt an engrained fear and mistrust of officers such as himself who were working to keep them safe, Colin had nearly moved on when he’d noticed one boy clearly left behind by the pack, stooping quietly to pick an item up off the sidewalk and looking suspiciously as though he might be fighting back upset tears.

Colin had walked over, trying to appear as nonchalant and unintimidating as possible, but determined to see that the child was alright. As he had come to stand in front of the kid however, he’d realized the boy was much younger than the ones who had run off. Colin would have judged him to be nine or ten at the most. He wondered briefly why one quote that young was roaming the city streets alone.

The sandy blond was clutching the article he’d retrieved from the sidewalk, which Colin could now see was a battered hardcover book, and tears were indeed swimming in solemn blue eyes, though the youth was stubbornly not allowing them to fall. The pieces slid together in Colin’s mind all too easily from there; clearly this smaller lad had become the object of taunting by the group, probably had his book taken and kept away from reach by the way his was resolutely shielding it now, for whatever arbitrary reasoning terms often used. He still remembered how nonsensical but vicious children could be from his own youth. Though that had been decades ago and overseas, some things never changed, or not as much as folks would like to think.

Determined to cheer the young man a bit, Colin had casually offered his name to which he had received a murmured, “David” when he asked for the lad’s in return. He tried to ignore the odd flare of recognition that warmed his insides at the moniker. It didn’t make sense, as he didn’t know anyone with that name. However, though he could tuck the feeling away for later, it didn’t disappear.

He led the boy to a nearby bus stop bench, took a seat, and hoping to put the youth at ease and get him to do the same, Colin inquired what he was reading with a nod to the book now tucked under David’s arm.

“It’s Peter Pan,” David informed him, looking skeptical that this grown-up might not have read what he clearly regarded as a classic. “My favorite,” he added stoutly.

“Good choice,” Colin nodded, giving the boy a conspiratorial smile. “I’ve always enjoyed that tale myself. I will admit to feeling a bit sorry for Captain Hook though myself. He’s trapped on that island, harried by pesky Lost Boys, stuck with a bumbling crew, Indians haunting his steps, and the adversary who took his hand and fed it to the croc constantly baiting him.”

Pleased to see David opening up at someone willing to listen to his thoughts on Neverland and it’s enchanted adventures, Colin had chuckled good naturedly when the youth’s eyes bugged wide at that admission.

“But Hook’s the villain!” the boy sputtered, looking genuinely aghast. “You can’t root for the bad guy!”

“Oh, even villains have a story, I wager,” Colin answered him with a wink. “True, they’ve chosen to make bad choices and will have to deal with the consequences of those decisions, but they weren’t born villainous. Evil is made by their experiences - what they go through and how it affects them.”

Colin wasn’t sure were the words had come from but they echoed in his brain after their utterance, simply seeming true to him beyond a doubt. David seemed to be chewing on that for the moment and didn’t speak. When the bus pulled up not long after, the boy stood, having clearly been waiting for it all along.

“Thanks for your help before, Officer,” David said by way of farewell.

“You are more than welcome,” Colin had assured him. Then he had seen the lad off with a wave as the bus moved away from the curb and gone back to his cruiser.

No, he thought, now in the barely lit apartment as he sipped his drink. It wasn’t the job that was the problem. Moments like that one, when he helped someone in need, whether that need was big or small, felt worthwhile, as if he were doing some good. It was more that he felt so empty between those moments. As if there had once been something else - or someone else - to live his life for. Sometimes wisps of memory teased his mind, of a house full of people, messy, chaotic, but beloved. However, when he tried to grasp those images and see them clearly, they vanished, and he was alone in this little apartment. It was the loneliness that are at him and left him missing something he knew logically he’d never had. For if this lost past he envisioned had been real, what had happened and why couldn’t he remember?

His mind then shifted to his return to the station that afternoon and the slimy Chief of Detectives , Gold, sticking his head into the bullpen to bark an order to see him in his office. Once there, he had given Colin a dressing down for wasting his time on patrol babying some sniveling child instead of dealing with “real crime”. Heaven knew how the man had even gotten wind of it, but his snide comment that he didn’t want to see any official reports of meanies taking away storybooks had almost been Colin’s breaking point. He’d bitten the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood in order to hold back an angry retort. It would get him nowhere against a superior officer.

The man had always rubbed Colin the wrong way. Something about Gold was altogether slick and conniving, as if he were maneuvering the rest of them around like pawns in a chessboard. Gold didn’t take the big risks of the job himself, sneakily keeping out of harm’s way when things grew truly dangerous and then returning in the aftermath with a cunningly reptilian glint in his eye to take credit for victories or place blame in defeats.

Colin stood up from the couch with effort, knowing he needed to find what sleep he could; tomorrow would be another long day on duty. Curling into bed, he clutched his pillow to him with the strange sense of longing which had begun to plague him; once there had been a warm and real body lying next to him - a husky, feminine laugh against his collarbone and a nose pressed into the hollow of his throat and they had snuggled close together. It was crazy, and yet the idea of it haunted him more with each passing day.

He dreamt in fragments: oversized books in brown leather with gilt lettering on the covers, the waves rolling in the open sea, a yellow Volkswagen, and the glittering threat of a crocodile smile.

~~kj~~kj~~kj~~

The following afternoon found Colin waiting in the ER to be stitched up, still trying to catch his breath from taking a bullet wound to the side. He wanted to blame lack of sleep for the haze that had descended, the way his body had gone on autopilot without awaiting confirmation from his brain. He was lucky it hadn’t been much worse, that he was still sitting there with only a minor injury.

They had taken a domestic disturbance call from a neighbor, a familiar address and a couple they had dealt with before. This time however, when their unit had burst in, things had already escalated seriously. The guy had been screaming at his girlfriend and waving a gun around, long past Amy semblance of reason. Calm negotiation had backfired, the assailant losing it completely at feeling himself patronized. Shots had been fired, Gold had hit the deck, then turned tail and fled. The guy had aimed again, not just for warning this time, but with deadly intent in his eyes as he’d zeroed in on the blonde he had been raging against. Colin hadn’t even thought. He had dived for her, sending them both to the floor in a heap and careening across slick linoleum, the shot meant for her grazing across his ribs like a tongue of fire.

She had been hysterical; screaming and struggling to get up as he slumped against her, the air knocked out of his lungs for a moment. Dazedly, he had registered that his hand was tangled in her long golden hair, having tried to protect her head from impact when they fell. Blinking dumbly, he’d had to fight down the urge to brush through those honeyed strands soothingly, managing - just barely - to resist the impulse, but sure as he lived in that instant that he had done it somewhere before. That he had gently fingered silky tresses as bright as the sun, and that he had done so to calm a person he had loved when they were troubled, though she hovered maddeningly just beyond the reach of recall.

He was still seeking blindly for the rest of the memory - a face, a name, to go with the tactile sensation - when the doctor came in to stitch him up. And when he tried to return to the image later as he left the hospital for home, it was long gone once more.

~~~kj~~kj~~kj~~~

He was home much earlier that night, heating up soup and enjoying it at the kitchen island with milk and warm, crusty, buttered French bread as he mulled over the almost surreal events of the day while gingerly favoring his wounded side. Finished, he took his rum nightcap to the living room once more, unsettled and moving carefully to protect the bandages over his ribs. Aimlessly he flipped through channels on the tv, but nothing caught his interest or allayed his troubled thoughts.

Bringing the glass to his lips, Colin was startled to see that his hand shook slightly, wavering with the uncertainty he felt inside. Why did he have these strange fleeting memories he couldn’t place? The sense of loss that dogged him defied his understanding, but it was not going away. Something or someone - maybe several someones - was missing, whether he could explain it or not, and their absence was coloring his entire life.

Just then, a knock sounded at his door. Puzzled, Colin looked over, wondering who could be seeking him out, but when they continued a second time, he stood and shuffled over to find out. He winced when his movement caught at the stitches and pressed a hand to his throbbing side.

Upon swinging the door open though, his confusion only grew. Before him stood a lean, brown-haired man, appearing to be in his mid-twenties, looking nervous, awkward, and yet blatantly hopeful, and hand on the shoulder of a little dark-eyes girl who stood at his side.

“Hello, do I know you?” Colin asked doubtfully, not wanting to appear rude but not thinking he had ever seen the man before.

The stranger offered his hand with a tiny half-smirk that oddly reminded Colin of a younger version of himself, and a spark of that same playful something repeated itself in the younger man’s eyes. Clearing his throat, the visitor shook Colin’s hand when he held it out and began to speak. “Hi, I’m Henry Mills. I know you won’t remember this… but once upon a time, I was your stepson.”

by @snowbellewells

[tinydragonsnake]

Miracle of Innocence & Revenge of Innocence - A Vanderlise Story

I feel horrible for harming little Inigo, so @mc-and-elise do accept my peace offering! ==== "I was totally dead! But then, I saw someone really nice and pretty! She told me that it wasn't my time yet, and she pushed me back into my body!" "No way!" Elly, one of Samantha and Saeyoung's twins said. "That so didn't happen!" Jinsu, Elly's twin, said. "It so did!" Inigo protested from his hospital bed. He still had a multitude of tubes attached to him, but his heart was strong, his breathing was normal, and he was awake and happy. Elly and Jinsu couldn't be happier to have their best friend/little cousin alive again. When their mother had said that Inigo had passed away, they didn't know what to do. But now they no longer had to think about it. He was alive and okay! "Dad says that what happened is a total miracle from God," Jinsu said, flopped across Inigo's legs. "Yea, he thought it was super amazing about what happened!" Elly said. "You'll believe your dad but you won't believe me?" The five year old pouted. The twins laughed. Inigo eventually relented and laughed as well. It felt weird to be laughing again. To be happy. He still remembered all those mean, bad men hurting him and his dad. How they stabbed him with really long knives and kicked his gut and knocked him down and made his dad watch. It scared Inigo, to see his beloved and super awesome dad on the ground, bleeding and struggling to breath. When Inigo had woken up, he saw his dad and his mom on the ground crying. The doctors were rushing around the room like a bunch of angry hornets. His mother had screamed, and his father had shook her and made her look up to see their son staring at them. She screamed again and his father had to basically hold her like a baby to keep her from getting in the doctors' way. "Twins, your parents are here," Vanderwood's voice called from the hallway. Jinsu and Elly pouted and protested, but hurried off the bed and out of the room regardless. Vanderwood himself stepped in after they left. "Hi Daddy!" Inigo called out to him. "Hey son," Vanderwood sighed. The older man plopped down in the chair closest to the bed and rested his head against his son's side. "Are you okay?" "Long day at work," Vanderwood huffed. "Jumin's still working me like a work horse, even with everything that has happened." "He's being a meanie?" "Yup." Inigo laughed and reached out to his dad. Small fingers threaded their way through long, soft locks. Vanderwood smiled and closed his eyes, allowing the small child to let him. It was nice, and peaceful. Inigo was gonna live, and be just fine and happy. === Unbeknownst to young Inigo, or even anyone else, Vanderwood had gone on a horrible rampage after they managed to stabilize their son. The last few members of Acid he had brutally hunted down like rats. They slaughtered them with nothing but a knife, in revenge for what they did to his son. Their little "leader" was afflicted with the exact same slashes and stab wounds as Inigo was. Vanderwood had left the Acid hideout, full of its slaughtered people, covered in blood and wearing a satisfied grin. Acid went after his child for daring to destroy what remained of them. Vanderwood went after them and completely obliterated them in revenge for what they did to his boy.

[wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey]

Scarlet Heart Ryeo: Episode 13 Part 2

Evil queen is a MEANIE. LET NICE QUEEN HELP COVER UP THE KING.

AWWWWWWW SO HAS COME TO SEE HIS FATHER ONE LAST TIME *CRIES* OK NOW I CARE ABOUT THE KING DYING SO IS TRYING NOT TO CRY–DESPITE EVERYTHING HE LOVES HIS FATHER AND I WISH HE COULD HAVE KNOWN THE KING DID LOVE HIM IN HIS WAY :(

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS THIS!!!!! THE KING IS THE ONE WHO SENT HIM MASKS?! EVERY YEAR?? AND HE ACTUALLY DID COME TO SEE SO???? AND SO SMILED OMG MY HEART WAS THERE EVER A MAN MORE BEAUTIFUL?!?!?!?!?! AND THEN HECK SO IS THE ONE TO COVER HIM UP AND NOW HE STARTS CRYING I CAN’T!!!!!!

AND THEN EVEN WHILE TEARS STREAM DOWN HIS FACE SO TAKES CHARGE HE IS COOL I LOVE HIM

Baek Ah and Woo Hee roadtripping–I like it. CUE THE OTP MOMENTS I MEAN OMG THEY KISSED OMG THIS IS NOT A DRILL

HMM Wook and Yo show up with many soldiers and OMG WOOK IS LIKE BRO KILL YOUR FULL BRO SO AND YO IS LIKE DUDE IT WOULD BE MY GENUINE PLEASURE–UGH. At least Yo hates So for many great and awful villainous reasons, Wook just hates him because Wook is a jealous little eggshell who is mad that Soo might love So more than him. What a jerk. Also did he think that Yo WOULDN’T kill So? Or does he just want to goad Yo on to make sure that Yo seeks So out so Wook doesn’t have to face him because Wook knows So would wipe the floor with him?? SO IN ARMOR IS GLORIOUS. WOOK SEES SOO AND IDK IF HE IS MORE ASHAMED OR ANGRY AND I DON’T CARE…NAH HE LOOKS ANGRY. OMG WOOK GOT SUFFICIENTLY MAD ENOUGH TO ATTACK SO AND YO IS JUST STANDING THERE GRINNING?! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!!! THE ONLY REASON WOOK ISN’T DEAD IS BECAUSE SO IS HOLDING BACK OH YEAH CROWN PRINCE AND BAEK AH SHOW UP! AND WOOK TURNS ON YO. hOW IS HE GONNA EXPLAIN THIS? ummm mmmmmm WHAAAAATTTT DANG IT WOOK IS GOOD AT SCHEMING. DRAT IT WHAT THE HECK. HE SENT A LETTER TO THE CROWN PRINCE AND SO NOW HE LOOKS LIKE A HERO. DRAT IT ALL TO HECK. THE SLIMEBALL IS GONNA TRIUMPH. AND I THINK BAEK AH AND SO WILL KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON BUT WILL ANYONE ELSE? GRRRRRR Why do i feel like being king is not at the top of the list of things Moo wants to do, and why do I feel like he will only live another episode or two? NOOO BAEK AH IS CRYING I CAN’T. HE REALLY LOVED HIS FATHER :( DRAT AM I FEELING A MODICUM OF PITY FOR EVIL QUEEN AND YO???? IT’S THIS EMOTIONAL MUSIC, GUYS. AND THE FACT THAT WHEREVER THERE IS SOME KIND OF EMOTIONAL BOND I FEELS THINGS POOR JUNG IS CRYING NOOO I HATE THIS SHOW ALL MY BOYS ARE SUFFERING A AHHH AND BEAR GIRL DOESN’T WANT EUN TO GO TO THE FUNERAL BECAUSE HE MIGHT BE KILLED :( THESE TWO ARE PRECIOUS CHILDREN (I MEAN YEAH EUN CAN BE AN IDIOT) BUT I JUST WANT THEM TO AGE SAFELY AND HAPPILY AND WISELY NOTHING BETTER HAPPEN TO THEM O.M.G. WOOK ACTUALLY ADMITS TO SOO THAT HE WASN’T LYING ABOUT WANTING TO BE KING AND THAT HE DOES WANT TO KILL SO??!?!?!? WHAT AN IDIOT Wook is a power-hungry fool. And Soo calls him out on it!! And says she is done woth him!! ALLELUIA. She also calls him out for never trusting her completely. BAM GIRL YOU ROCK. Though of course dumb Wook thinks he can win her back…to which she says IT WON’T BE EASY!!! What the heck did Yo try to escape or are they driving him to the cliff on purpose? I am confused?? OMG WOOK THE SLIMY GUY WAS GONNA SHOOT HIM WITH AN ARROW AND SO MY BELOVED STOPPED HIM, SAID “DON’T HUNT HIM LIKE HE IS AN ANIMAL.” I FREAKING LOVE SO AN UNSPEAKABLE AMOUNT, HE KNOWS WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE TREATED LIKE AN ANIMAL AND WILL NOT HAVE ANYONE EVEN A MOST TREACHEROUS BROTHER BE TREATED LIKE THAT. WHAAAT AHHH JUNG SHOWS UP AND SAYS LET HIM CONVINCE YO (WHAT TO GO QUIETLY?) PRECIOUS JUNG. BUT SO SAYS NO, HE IS YOUR OLDER BROTHER, CAN YOU HANDLE HIM TO THE END. AND THEN SO STEPS FORWARD AND IS FIGHTING WITH HIS SWORD IN HIS SCABBARD?? AAAHHHH SO SAYS GIVE UP AND YO SAYS “IF IT WERE YOU, WOULD YOU GIVE UP?” OMG I CAN’T LIKE HE IS EVIL AND YET I RESPECT HIS GUTS I FREAKING CANNOT!!!!!! SO STABS YO AND IT IS AROUND HIS HEART I THINK BUT ALSO IT IS NOT FATAL? AND SO IS GIVING HIM THE CHANCE TO GIVE UP AGAIN?! AND YO FIGHTS ON SO SO SLICES AT HIM!! AND THEN YO FALLS BACK AND SO REACHES FOR HIM HE DIDN’T WANT TO KILL HIS BIG BROTHER EVEN IF HE WAS EVIL AND AAAHHHH NO MY MURDER ANGST CUPCAKE NOOOO I AM WEEPING FOR YOU!!! HE LOOKS SO UPSET?! AND YO FALLS OFF THE CLIFF AND SO JUST STANDS THERE STUNNED AND JUNG RUNS FORWARD CALLING FOR HIS BIG BROTHER AND EVERYTHING FREAK ING HURTS I AM KILLED MURDERED DEAD NOOOO UGH I AM CRYING FOR THE EVIL QUEEN NOW BECAUSE SHE IS SO DISTRAUGHT OVER HER SON AND CALLING YO AND JUNG IS THERE SUPPORTING HER THIS IS SO MUCH PAIN (ALSO I REALLY REALLY HOPE JUNG DOESN’T GET MAD AT SO FOR THIS) MY POOR SO. SITTING IN THE GARDEN. AHHH HE ASKED TO SEE SOO. HE CONFESSES TO HER!!!!!!!! “If I came to you, I didn’t think you would forgive me, but I thought you would understand.” MY HEART IS BROKEN MY POOR SO HE IS SO TORN AND HE SHOULDN’T BE BUT THIS IS KILLING HIM HE IS SUCH A SWEET AND LOVING SOUL I FREAKING CAN’T I CANNOT BEAR HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS “I stabbed my older brother.” He is crying WHY WAS I GIVEN EMOTIONS SHE PATS HIS SHOULDER AND TAKES HIS HEAD IN HER ARMSSS AND HE IS CRYING, SOBBING, GASPING UGH THIS IS THE WORST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER I AM UTTERLY DESTROYED

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Memories

The Bus Kids bond after Ward's outburst brings up past memories. Takes place after episode 1x08.

Warning: Discussion of past verbal abuse in childhood

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Skye watched Ward walk away from the bar and couldn’t help but feel disappointed. She knew what it was like to have a sucky childhood, to have other kids beat you up, force you to do things you didn’t want to do. She wished Ward would just open up to her. She could help.

“C’n I get you anyt’ing, Miss?” the bartender asked, and Skye smiled at his accent.

“No, thanks,” she said, getting off the barstool. “Have a good night.”

“You as well, Miss.”

She made her way slowly to her floor, going into her room. She changed into her pajamas, scrolled through her various social media apps, and tried to decide what she wanted to do until she was tired enough to sleep. Ward had the room two doors down, but she didn’t want to disturb him if he’d gone to bed. He probably needed the rest after everything he’d been through. She checked her phone for the time, saw it was only 9:30, and decided to make her way down the hall to Simmons’ room. She knocked and was quickly let in.

“Hi, Skye,” Simmons said brightly. Skye entered and glanced around. The television was on and Fitz was lounging on the bed, also dressed in his pajamas. He was holding onto a toy monkey that he very quickly shoved underneath a pillow the moment he noticed Skye.

“Hi,” Skye replied to Simmons. “Hi, Fitz.” Fitz mumbled a greeting and didn’t meet her eyes. She noticed the blush covering his face. “What are you watching?”

“An old episode of Mock the Week,” Simmons answered. “It’s sort of a comedy news show. Do you want to join us?”

“Sure!” Skye plopped down on the bed and scooted until she was lying next to Fitz, her head resting on the pillow. Simmons lay down next to her, and Skye focused on the television. A bespectacled Scottish man was speaking, but Skye couldn’t understand a word. “Fitz,” she said quietly, poking him in the shoulder. “What’s he saying?”

“Really?” Fitz sounded skeptical. “You understand me just fine.”

“He’s really Scottish, Fitz,” Skye said.

“Oi! What am I then?”

“I mean, you’re Scottish too, but your accent isn’t as thick.”

“It could be,” at least that’s what Skye thought he said because Fitz had purposely made his accent thicker.

“Meanie!” Skye stuck her tongue out at Fitz and rolled over to look at Jemma. “Simmons, tell me what he’s saying!”

“Why don’t I just turn on the closed captioning?” she suggested, reaching for the remote.

“Fine.” Skye rolled back over and her head bumped into what she was pretty sure was Fitz’s monkey that he’d shoved under the pillow. Curiosity got the better of her and she reached under, pulling it out. “Cute monkey,” she commented, examining it. It was clearly a beloved childhood toy. The soft fur was worn down and missing in spots, and one of the ears had a hole.

“Oi! Give it!” Fitz cried, snatching the monkey away from her and cuddling it close to his chest.

“Does it have a name?” Skye asked.

Fitz didn’t meet her eyes and a blush was spreading across his face. “Henry,” he finally told her. “My Nana gave him to me when I was a baby.”

“That’s nice,” Skye said. “I wish I had something like that.”

“I don’t sleep with him at night or anything,” Fitz said. Simmons made a noise almost like a scoff, and Fitz sat up and glared at her. Skye assumed he must be lying about not sleeping with the monkey. “I just—today was hard, with Ward and everything.”

“Yeah,” Skye agreed, sitting up as well. “I wish he’d open up to me more. I’ve been through shit too. I can empathize.”

Fitz absently wrapped the monkey’s tail around his hand and watched as the comedians on the screen made jokes about ‘scenes we’d like to see.’ He brought the monkey to his mouth, almost like he was going to bite its ear, before he jerked it away and untangled his hand. “You remember—in the lab—when Ward was shouting?”

“Yeah,” Skye said. “He was so angry. It was kinda scary.”

“It reminded me of my father a bit,” Fitz admitted. “He liked to shout too.” Skye stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. “Once I interrupted him while he was watching television. I wanted to show him some science experiment I’d conducted or something. I was too excited and just ran in and started talking. It didn’t even occur to me that he didn’t want to hear about it. He told me ‘be quiet! I want to hear this!’ and I kept talking. I couldn’t stop. I just had to tell him all about my experiment. He got in my face, and he screamed at me. ‘Stop talking!’ Just like what Ward told Simmons.” He took a deep breath and hugged his monkey tighter.

Skye reached up to wipe away the tears in her eyes. She’d noticed Fitz taking deep breaths while Ward had had his outburst, noticed him getting anxious, but she’d never thought that Fitz might have experience with someone shouting at him like that. She glanced at Simmons, but Simmons didn’t look surprised at all, just sad.

“I had a few foster parents who liked to shout,” Skye told them. “One of them got annoyed by my talking, just like Ward did. I’d only been there a week. We were having dinner, and the mom asked how my day was. I started telling her everything that had happened at school, and then the dad just slammed his fist on the table. ‘Don’t you ever shut up?’ he asked me. I went back to St. Agnes’ a few days later.” Skye wiped away the tear that slipped down her cheek. Fitz glanced at her, and then hesitantly held out his monkey. Skye smiled and took it from him. She cuddled it close to her and pressed a kiss to its head before handing it back. “Thanks, Fitz.”

“O’ course,” he said. He shifted so that he was lying on his side, the monkey cuddled in his arms, close to his chin.

Skye stifled a yawn and lay down too. “Are we having a sleepover?” Simmons asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” Skye agreed, her eyes already closed. The sound from the television cut off and she felt the blankets being tugged under her.

“At least get under the blankets before falling asleep, you two,” Simmons ordered. “I don’t want to be woken in the middle of the night from you both complaining that you’re cold.”

“Then don’t hog all the blankets and we won’t,” Fitz retorted as he got up and helped her pull the blankets down.

It was a tight squeeze having the three of them in the same bed, but Skye found it very reassuring. FitzSimmons had her back—literally in Fitz’s case, as she was facing Simmons—and it nice, knowing they were there. It was nice, knowing that Fitz trusted her enough to open up about his father. It was nice, knowing that they didn’t mind her sharing a bed with them. FitzSimmons had welcomed her with open arms her first official day on the Bus, and they continued to do so, even after that stupid incident with Miles.

“I love you, guys,” she told them.

“We love you too, Skye,” Simmons responded.

“Yeah, love you too,” Fitz said.

She fell asleep happy and loved.