#my personal favorite is maybe Edgar who has just HAD IT with this bullshit

[thephoenixcave]

Happy 30th anniversary Final Fantasy 6!! Originally released in Japan on April 2, 1994 and the world has never been the same ❤️

To celebrate the occasion I chose to redraw one of Amano’s illustrations. This is one of the few times you see the entire cast together in one piece (minis Umaro and Gogo, sorry) I love how everyone looks either irritated or bored so I wanted to lean in to that. 😆

Gonna have this as a coloring page in the shop soon!

[writing-in-april]

My Date with the President’s Daughter

Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Spencer POV)

Summary: Spencer has a date with the President’s daughter, who he’s been dating for a while in partial secret. He hasn’t seen her in person for a while so he’s had to settle for another form of communication.

A/N: Ok just to get this out of the way— this is not a politically charged fic, I don’t express my own political beliefs in this fic nor do I express my opinion on the beliefs of others. The president in this fic is entirely made up and I just thought it would be cool to release it on Inauguration Day like the nerd I am. I do not want a political debate in the comments, this blog is not meant for that. This fic is for fun and to make people a little happier in these trying times. Please respect my wishes. This was a really fun way to write a twist on Spencer dating someone famous and- I wonder if anyone can spot the West Wing reference I used 🤔Thanks to @spencers-dria again for always helping me out with my fics 🥰This is also apart of my unlinked fic series called Spencer Reid & Letters! Requests are open and thank you for reading!

Warning: Vague political talk, References to keeping their relationship secret earlier, Avoiding the paparazzi- that should be it.

Main Masterlist Spencer Reid & Letters Word count: 1.6k

She didn’t have to put her short little letter to me on the back of a postcard, but she always did it this way. I remember when she first told me why she did it. We were sitting cuddled up on my couch at the early start of our relationship. I had asked her why she always insisted she send her letters on the back of a tiny card, she would’ve had so much more room if she got out a piece of paper.

She said she got into the habit of sending them to her father whenever he was away on business. Her handwriting had been horrible as a child according to her and her father had suggested she try to fit all of her thoughts onto a postcard. So, now she sent all of her letters neatly handwritten with the smallest of letters, so small you could almost barely read them, on the back of a postcard.

The postcard I had gotten late today, delivered by one of the last people on duty this late at night, was a picturesque view of the White House. The grass bright green and the outside covered in pure crisp white, a statuesque image of American democracy. Now, she didn’t send this to me because she wanted to express her political views and patriotism in a postcard, it just so happened to be where her father lived.

The fact that she was the President’s daughter used to intimidate me a lot when I first met her. I hadn’t immediately connected the dots in my head that she was the first daughter when we first met, though I could tell I had seen her somewhere before. Though, my first assumption was that maybe she had been a regular at my favorite coffee shop, not the daughter to the President of the United States. Literally my biggest boss.

First time I met him was also my first time in the east wing; she had some help from her secret service detail to sneak me in through the back. I only ever nervously stutter when I’m in intimidating or stressful situations and I’m pretty sure I barely got a sentence out the first ten minutes after I had met him. Luckily, he did seem to like me, though I’m not really sure why. Y/N told me once it was because he found my intelligence extraordinary and my constant willingness to share facts endearing. I always blush when I remember that, she was always so sweet to me and the fact that her family loved me as well caused my heart to swell exponentially. I stared at the captured view for a few seconds longer before the dots had fully connected in my head, I may have an eidetic memory, but sometimes it took me a minute to get her subtle hints. She didn’t actually live at the White House, she had her own house in D.C. But, this postcard meant one thing. She’s home.

Each postcard she sent me had a picture of wherever she was while she was traveling the world, it was a small gesture that made me feel closer to her, I always tried to imagine I was there with her at every location she sent. She had been out of the country for at least a month on business and even before that we hadn’t seen each other for a while, I had been stuck on a long case that kept me away from her for half a month.

A month and a half, that’s how long it's been since I’ve had her in my arms. I turned over the card expecting to see it filled with more words than most people would think could fit on the back of a postcard to let me know when I could see her, but this was not the case. Instead, the back of the card contained less words than normal. Only the words- meet me at 10pm at our usual spot.

My body moved faster than my brain, getting up to pack up all my things to rush to our usual spot. My watch sat over my cardigan sleeve on my wrist and it blinked up at me letting me know I only had 30 minutes till I had to get to the other side of town.I still had some paperwork left, but enough that I could push it off till the next day. Once I had gotten all my stuff together I scurried over to leave through the glass doors.

“Are you heading home, Spence?” A voice from inside the bullpen called out startling me out of my thoughts, I had thought everyone had left for the night. I turned around to look at the owner of the voice, JJ, who had come back from the break room to finish her large stack of paperwork that still remained.

“Actually no- I have a date.” A small shy smile made its way onto my face, I still felt very shy when I talked about my relationship with the team. When I had first told them after around 8 months into our relationship, they had thought I was pulling their legs. Once they did realize that I was in fact, not bullshitting them as Morgan had suspected, the questions had immediately come down on me. The ogling at my relationship never really ceased in the months after it had come out to the team, and the rest of the world. We mostly still tried to keep it under wraps, but the fact that the press now knew about me after some photos got leaked from a date only made the team ogle even more.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to who you go on dates with, it’s like something out of a movie.” JJ joked, then yawning again and leaning her face into her palms. “Well- I still have a lot of paperwork to do, you go enjoy your night, Spencer. I know you haven’t seen her in a while.”

My mind had already begun to shift away from JJ as soon as she brought her up, I was practically vibrating in anticipation, I couldn’t wait to see her.

—-

The rare book store on the east side of Quantico had been my favorite for years, ever since I had moved out here from Vegas actually. So much so that the owners, an older couple named Margaret and Dan, both knew me by name and knew almost exactly what books I wanted every time. The both of them had immediately jumped at the chance when I had hesitantly asked them to let the both of us meet up here, I had been desperately trying to find a place outside of my apartment where we could meet up.

When I entered the shop through the back it was already deserted just for us, she must have contacted Maggie and Dan to ask them if we could have the store for the night. The store was packed full of the rare books the owners had both acquired over the years, ranging from old tales and poems written by Edgar Allan Poe, the dark brother’s Grimm tales, to almost any old book that you could think of. It was almost to the point where I thought maybe Maggie and Dan should upgrade to a bigger shop.

“Long time no see.” A voice piped up from the mostly dark corner where she sat in a dark green armchair only partially illuminated by a standing lamp. Broad grins broke out on both of our faces before we both ran to each other, engulfing ourselves into an overwhelming bear hug.

“I missed you so much you don't even know.” Tears prickled at the edge of my eyes, though I wasn’t afraid to admit that us being apart for so long made me tear up.

“I've got a pretty good idea, I missed you so much as well.” She sniffed and then sighed into the crook of my neck. I moved my hand up to cradle her head to try and bring her as close as possible to me, even though there was already not even an inch of space between the two of us.

A nagging thought was dancing around in my brain, the card was so short and abrupt. It wasn’t like her to not be long winded whenever she wrote to me, she even had a tendency to be worse than I was sometimes.

“Why was the card so short? You feeling ok?”

“I just couldn’t wait to see you… It’s been so long since I’ve seen you...” Her tone of voice made me sad, it had been so lonely for me as well when we were apart.  “I never want to be away from you for that long ever again.”

“Move in with me.” The words blurted out of my mouth before I could really think about my words. I didn’t care whether it would be feasible or not, I just knew I never wanted us to be apart for so long ever again.

“Well-“ I cringed a little at her words sensing a rejection, I worried that I had just screwed it all up by asking. However, again she surprised me, “We might need to get a new place to settle my father’s worries about security.”

I breathed out a breathy laugh of relief at her words, enveloping her into a bruising kiss, my worry and anxiety immediately melting away. I couldn’t wait for the next chapter of my life with the President’s daughter.

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Wrong Number Part 2

A/N: Here’s Part 2! Uh…I don’t really know what to say other than…enjoy it! Hopefully, I can post Part 3 sometime next week.

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, Text Message Nudes, and Mutual Masturbation.

I’m in complete shock. I know I’m frozen because I can’t literally take my eyes off the text message Jason sent to me. It’s clear; it’s in black and white, staring right at me.

Do you ever think we’ll meet each other?

He wants to meet me. Jason wants to meet me in person!

I want to text him back, but my mind is full of many ridiculous questions and the fears of Jason being a serial killer, or rapist, or just an insane Arkham escapee blows up in my head.

Before I knew it, I see the three bubbles on my screen.

I’m sorry. That was selfish of me to ask you that even though we’re still practically strangers to each other. Forget I asked, please?

My heart suddenly hurts like fuck. The pain I’m instantly feeling is very familiar. A broken heart?

It’s pure agony when I notice Jason texting me again.

I’m not going to be able to text tonight, sweetheart. I’m working late with my brothers. I’ll text you tomorrow. Have a good night. Sweet dreams.

I can’t believe I did this. How could I do this to a guy who’s been so funny, so sweet, and such a good friend in only just four days through text messages?

I seriously fucked up. And now I have no one to talk to until I fall asleep.

And as strange as it is, I only sleep well after I talk to him.

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And true to his word, Jason texts me at five in the morning, only to let me know he made it home safe after working with his brothers.

We only spoke about our jobs once. He told me he works alongside police officers and tracks down criminals and helps brings justice to the city. He seemed almost hesitant to tell me and turned the conversation to me as if he doesn’t like talking about work. He made it clear that he would rather keep his work private, and I didn’t push him to tell me more. I didn’t want to ask a lot of questions, even if I’m sometimes curious about it, because I wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable about it.

I had told him I’m a waitress at the local diner just a block away from GCPD, and how I’m a late-night writer who dreams of publishing my novel on love and loss. And after I confessed about the book I wrote to Jason, I noticed he was very enthusiastic about that and even told me he wants to read it.

And as the shy and insecure person that I am, I became embarrassed and said no.

That only fueled the fire between us. Jason went on to explain he loves to read. His favorite literature consists of Shakespeare (particularly Hamlet), George Orwell’s 1984 and Animal Farm, and even poetry from Edgar Allen Poe.

He even went into depth of how The Tell-Tale Heart mirrors his own reflection of life and stuck with him during a depressing time in his life.

It wasn’t until after we shared our love for literature that I found myself falling for Jason. As ridiculous and insane as that sounds, I couldn’t help but feel as if he’s the missing piece in my life.

It’s as if he’s the words to my story.

Important, but very valuable to a writer.

I was basically on a high that had me grinning like an idiot, giggling like a moron, and jumping in my seat as my stomach twists and turns like a roller coaster, when Jason refused to take no for an answer after I said he couldn’t read my novel. He even said his dad has connections to businesses in Gotham and could even help me get it published.

As much as I would want that, I couldn’t help but feel that it seems too good to be true. What if his dad took my novel and publish it as his own? What if I get cheated out of a contract and didn’t get paid fairly like I should? What if it’s basically a soul-sucking scam to just fuck my entire life up?

Jason must have sensed my hesitation after that, because he then began to tell me about his brothers.

How his older brother Dick still treats him like a kid, even though Jason is taller and stronger than him.

How his younger brother Tim is a computer nerd and often geeks out over the oddest things.

And how his youngest brother Damian is really a demon spawn, who tries to be tough shit, but is really a soft teddy bear.

He even has a sassy but wise butler, Alfred, who frightens him and sometimes reminds him of Vito Corleone from The Godfather. But the older man loves Jason as much as his dad, Bruce.

The stories about Jason’s family are the best. I always find myself excited to see what he texts me about his family.

How he and his brothers fight over their dad’s car, how they wrestle and spar to see who’s the strongest one, and how whenever one’s in trouble, the other three are already finding ways to save or bail the troubled one out.

It all makes me feel good to know they’re a close family. Especially when my cold, harsh reality reminds me I don’t have a family.

My parents died when I was just fifteen years old. I was in the school library alone during afterhours; reading on a beanbag chair because I didn’t want to go home. At that particular time, my parents were hanging around a different crowd. A crowd that was into drugs and gambling, and possibly other illegal activities I don’t even know about.

So, I chose to stay in the school library that night, sitting in my favorite beanbag chair the librarian allows me to use, reading a favorite horror book, munching away on a hot pocket (a snack also from the librarian), and just enjoy the silence but comfortable environment I would call home.

Then I was told they died in a car accident, but after eavesdropping on Commissioner Gordon and the other cops, I heard there could have been a hit on them.

The car accident happened only a block away from our apartment.

The brakes were cut.

The car was burning too much oil.

The airbags were taken out.

Many noticeable factors couldn’t pinpoint the real crime. Eventually, they just called it a “car accident”, and everything fishy about the case was ignored and never brought up again.

I suffered and struggled a lot in foster homes until I turned 18. I didn’t have any other family members to get into contact with, so I had to make do with the foster care system. After being shipped to three unstable and cruel homes, the last family only dealt with me until I turned 18 and I was soon kicked out. I did get lucky enough to get a job at the diner I’m working at since the new manager needed a pretty young girl to serve the customers.

I even went to Gotham Community College for a year but dropped out when I couldn’t pass any math and science classes.

It was fucking hard.

Science was confusing as hell.

Math was just evil and useless.

I hated those classes so much.

I only passed my English classes because reading and writing only made sense to me.

I even took a creative writing class and poetry class only to discover I want to write.

I want to be a writer.

So, I dropped out of college and decided to work full time at the diner as a waitress. Since no one wants to live and work in Gotham, I’m lucky enough to work morning and night without any issues. As dangerous and scary Gotham can be, I have nowhere else to go, so that’s why I stay here.

Maybe that’s why I’m eager to meet Jason. After everything I’ve been through, maybe I do need a little unpredictability.

Chances.

Risks.

The more I consider meeting Jason, the more I can imagine him being my family.

Or being a part of his.

Maybe.

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“You’re not going to meet him, right???” Stacey raises her voice at me in sheer annoyance and panic. She crosses her arms and glares at me to answer her. “Right, Y/N???”

I sigh as softly as I can while wiping down the booths and tables for the night. In the midst of a battle, I find myself growling with irritation when I can’t wipe away the sticky maple syrup spills on the hard surface.

“He could be a fat, old man who picks up on teenage girls! He’s probably some 40-year-old loser who still lives on his mom’s basement playing Street Fighter with kids! What if he tricks you into meeting up in a hotel room and has his way with you? Then what, Y/N?! Does that sound like a good idea to you?!” Stacey snaps.

I exhale deeply and stand up straight; after leaning over the table to reach the opposite side for some time. Turning around, I face Stacey Patterson, a tall, petite, pretty blonde, fresh face girl straight out of high school. She’s a waitress like me, and after only working here for a year, we’ve become close friends; always looking after each other in dangerous Gotham City.

“I didn’t say I was going to meet him, Stacey. We’re just talking about it,” I answer timidly.

Despite being five years older than Stacey, she still intimidates the hell out of me. Whether it’s her 5’11 height, loud voice, or natural evil glare, I can never speak up or defend myself. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t take a stand.

Because what if I actually piss her off? What if she stops being my friend?

Because I don’t think I could live in Gotham and not have any friends and not know anyone.

Stacey is like my best friend, and her friends Amber and Holly hang out in our group. Stacey even says they’re my friends, too, even though I clearly know they only put up with me because of her.

And if Amber and Holly aren’t my friends, then I’ll just have Stacey. And if I don’t have Stacey, I’ll only have Jason.

And who knows if Jason is who he says he is, and if he’s even real.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N! You’re totally thinking about Jason! You’re thinking about meeting up with him because I could see it in your eyes!” Stacey declares. She waves her arms around to emphasize her point. “You like this guy! You have feelings for a guy you’ve never even met!”

“That is not true,” I argue weakly.

“Yes, it is! And we don’t even know if it’s a guy!”

“Jason is a guy, and I can tell!”

“Oh, really? How? Do tell.”

I stare at Stacey with a serious expression, except my cheeks are burning with embarrassment as usual. “He...comes off like a guy. I know he is. I can tell through his text messages,” I say.

“Anybody can sound like anyone through text messages. That’s how people catfish victims online!” Stacey argues.

“I’m a writer, Stacey. I just...have a feeling, okay? I know Jason says who he is, and I believe him,” I say strongly, as I push a lose strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m doing this the smart way, too. When he and I decide when we should meet up, I’ll let you know. Maybe we can make it a group thing. I bring a friend. He brings a friend.”

Stacey sighs in defeat when she realizes I’m not backing down. She glances up at me with a stern face. “Fine. When you two decide when you’re both going to meet up, I’ll be there. I’ll be there to make sure he’s not on America’s Most Wanted, and to make sure he doesn’t try to lure you to his mom’s basement. BUT...you have to go on a date. A REAL date with a guy we both know, AND who could be good for you,” she states loudly and clearly.

“But Stacey-”

“Hey! Only until this Jason guy comes to Gotham and we meet him! Until then, I want you to give this guy a chance. A fair chance! For me...please???” Stacey pleads. She pouts and gives me her puppy dog eyes, which she knows I always give in to.

I’m too nice. Mom always said I was too nice, and that one day it’ll get me in trouble.

I’m still wondering when that’ll happen.

“Okay, I’ll give this guy a chance. I swear I will,” I promise and salute her. “But who’s the guy?”

Stacey grins in success and hugs me tightly. “Good! Because you’re like my sister, Y/N, and I just want to see you happy. You deserve it,” she says softly. “And it’s Chace. Remember him? He’s the drummer from, WakeHell. He moved in right next door to me, and I know you two will hit it off right!”

Chace????

Oh yeah. I know him.

He’s a total bad boy. A bad boy I don’t even think I could deal with.

I force a smile but then frown, because the only guy in my life who makes me happy is Jason.

Who I only text.

Who I haven’t even met.

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The next day is a lazy day since it’s my day off. I spent the majority of it sleeping, doing laundry, and just doing minor cleaning around my apartment until it’s 9:00 P.M.

And Cruel Intentions is on TV.

Lying on the couch with my second glass of Vodka Cranberry, I find myself really buzzed and horny. Ryan Phillippe back then was hot, and him making out with Reese Witherspoon is doing things to me.

My phone bings. It’s Jason.

What are you up to tonight, sweetheart?

Just a night in, a cup of glasses of vodka and cranberry, and Cruel Intentions is on TV.

I barely realize I’m buzzed and texting Jason. But my horny side doesn’t care.

I sorry I’m buzzed right now lol.

LOL no worries. I just came back from the bar with my brothers. We had a successful night and decided to get some drinks. We even had Tim and Damian use fake I.D’s.

I laugh and snort. Thank God no one heard me do that.

That’s good...we wouldn’t want Tim and Damian to be left out. They’re your baby brothers, Jay.

Jay? I really like it when you call me that. And I especially like you buzzed. LOL.

I like me buzzed too! I think I’m way more fun and free!

LOL!!! Exactly, princess!

I smile down at my phone. I love it when he calls me princess.

You said you’re watching Cruel Intentions? I just found it on TV. Wow...this movie’s old LOL.

Shut up!!! I find young Ryan Phillppe sexy in this movie!

You seriously find him sexy??? The guy’s a whiny brat! A pussy! Fuck, this movie woulda been sexier if we actually saw the douchebag eat out Cecile and saw him fuck Annette AND Kathryn!

I gasp out loud and giggle.

Then it would have been a porno! Not a movie! Hahaha!!!!

That’s fine with me, princess!

I softly whimper at just the thought of Jason watching porn. Closing my eyes, I imagine how he would sound, touch himself, and look when he’s pleasuring himself.

My eyes shoot open when I hear Sebastian telling Cecile he wants to kiss her…down there. I quickly turn my attention to the TV and watch the movie. Even though he takes advantage of a clueless, drunk girl in the movie, just the thought of him eating her out makes me clench my thighs.

It’s been too long. WAY TOO LONG!

The last guy I was seeing didn’t like to eat me out; claimed it was disgusting and unnecessary to do before sex.

As if sucking his dick was glamorous AND fun!

My thoughts are interrupted when Jason texts me.

You’re quiet tonight…does this scene turn you on???

The laughing emojis he texts me should hurt my feelings since I can easily be embarrassed over sexual things but…he’s right.

I’m turned on with just the thought of getting eaten out.

I boldly text Jack back. Unashamed and VERY buzzed.

You have no idea. Just imagining him eating me out, writing the alphabet with his tongue, and making me have an explosion is making me wet my panties right now.

I laugh to myself just seeing that Jason read my text message and is responding fast. The texting bubbles have never looked so good.

You’re…you’re wet right now????

Yes. Soooo fucking wet.

A surge of drunken confidence hits me, and I quickly shove off my pajama shorts until they’re on the floor. In just my white tank top and pink panties, I bravely slip my fingers into my damp panties and rub the wetness against my sensitive clit.

And with my other hand, I raise my cell phone and snap a picture of fingers in my wet panties.

And I send the picture to Jason.

I bite my lip in anticipation when I see he read my text message and saw my picture. The texting bubbles do not appear on the screen. He’s not texting me back.

Frowning, I wonder if I freaked Jason out. Maybe I crossed the line. Maybe I made him uncomfortable. Maybe I’m just not sexy.

Suddenly, my phone beeps. Unlocking my cell phone screen, I see two text messages AND a picture.

Oh, fuck sweetheart…that’s fucking sexy. You’re fucking sexy…

Jason sends me a picture of him wearing his boxer briefs, and his hand holding his hard, thick cock, showing me the outline and shape of his boner.

Delicious. I can feel my pussy clench just from imagining Jason fucking me with his cock.

Fuck doll...you’re doing this to me.

I whimper pathetically and can’t help but continue to rub my clit and respond back. I can see my juices staining my panties.

Are you touching yourself too?

Fuck yeah. Just seeing your fingers playing with your wet, pretty pussy got me hard. I’m jacking off to your picture.

Would you want me like I want you?

Fuck yes, sweetheart. I probably want you more than you want me.

I slip a finger inside my pussy and moan. My thumb runs fast hard circles on my clit, and I’m soon pushing in two fingers. I’m fucking myself crazy, but I imagine Jason is finger fucking me because my fingers wouldn’t get me off so fast.

And his fingers are thick. His hands are fucking huge!

I bite my bottom lip. “Fuck...I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” I whisper to myself. I snap another picture of my fingers shoved in my pussy, and how I’ve gotten wetter. I send him the picture with the truth.

I need to cum so bad. I wish it was you touching me.

Yeah? What would you want me to do to you, doll?

Fuck that picture’s so hot.

I’d want you to finger me. Eat me out. Fuck me hard.

Jason sends me another picture of him stroking his cock but with his hand in his underwear. I can see a wet spot where his tip is; stained with his precum. I want a taste of it so badly.

Fuck I would baby. Your pussy looks so good enough to eat. I’d fucking eat you out until you can’t cum anymore. I bet you taste delicious.

Oh fuck…I’m so close. I want your cock so bad, Jay. You’re gonna make me cum…

Rub your clit harder baby. Fuck your pussy fast and hard with your fingers. Imagine they’re my fingers, baby. I’d fuck you so hard and deep. 

I want to see your cum, okay? Take a picture of that pretty pussy and show me what I did to you.

I do what Jason says. Behind his words, I can feel his authority. Even though I can’t hear Jason’s voice, just reading his words makes me burst like fireworks. My thumb rubs my clit harder, and I crook my fingers just right until I push against my g-spot until I cum. My orgasm is intense, and I force myself to snap a picture of my soaked underwear and fingers. I sent it to him with a lazy smile.

My phone beeps. Jason sent me a picture of his thick, juicy, cum covering his abdominal muscles. I smile a little with pride. 

Fuck that was hot, sweetheart. I needed that. 

Me too. Now, I’m sleepy. 

LOL, I’m tired too. Get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.  

Okay…goodnight Jay.  

I roll over onto my side and shut off the TV. Pulling my UGG throw blanket over my body, I snuggle up to fall asleep. My phone beeps again. Opening one eye, I reach over to read the text message. 

Goodnight doll. Sweet dreams.  

[phantastus]

Is there any symbolism behind the bird scientific names tags representing Silent Hill characters? Like, did you pick them for any particular reasons? 👀

Oh man, well, I guess I never went into detail about them anywhere. They definitely were picked for a reason but the reason is related to a currently-unwritten fanfic and literally who knows when that’s going to happen (Gravity needs to get finished first and who knows when that’s going to happen :’]), so I might as well try and do it now.

When I was in college I started coming up with concepts and symbolism for a fic project and because I’m obsessed with birds all of it involved birds and the title of the fic was appropriately “Four and Twenty Blackbirds”, with the ‘four’ specifically referring to Harry, James, Heather, and Henry (because they were the main characters). Each of them had a different ‘blackbird’ species representing them. 

So when I decided to make separate aesthetic/inspo tags for individual characters (I already have a #silent feels tag for general SH inspiration, but I am crazy and it was NOT CONVOLUTED ENOUGH FOR ME), I decided to use the scientific bird names since it was conveniently already cemented in my brain. THIS IS GOING TO BE VERY, VERY LONG SO I’M PUTTING IT UNDER A READMORE. Click for pretentious Silent Hill fan analysis.

HARRY MASON | CORVUS BRACHYRYNCHOS (American Crow)

Harry Mason is the “”generic”” all-American protagonist who rises to a heroic status pretty much out of sheer determination and a commitment to his loved one. He’s not an unusual person, in fact he’s deceptively normal-- so the American crow felt right for him since they’re so common. You see them so often you don’t even think about them, but they’re smart, resourceful, and resilient survivors (something that especially comes into play with Harry post-SH1 when he’s eluding the Order). Harry is underestimated because of his normalcy but he’s capable of incredible things.

Also crows (and other corvids) have deep, almost humanlike family bonds between parents and offspring. They’ll maintain relationships even after the babies grow up and become fully self-sufficient, with the adult children regularly visiting their parents and socializing or helping to take care of younger siblings.

In the context of the fic Harry’s symbolic/prophetic connection to such a common “pest” species is sort of a derogatory assignment on the part of the Order/the town, as he’s seen as a heretic troublemaker (CULTS HATE HIM!! LOCAL MAN STEALS MESSIAH AND THWARTS FATE WITH ONE COOL TRICK!)

JAMES SUNDERLAND | CORVUS CORAX (Common Raven)

Ravens are like the most symbolic corvid, every gothic poet/novelist/artist and their grandma used them to represent death, grief and malaise, and James’s story is nothing if not filled with all three of those things. I mean, come on:    “By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”            Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” -Edgar Allen Poe, u know where it’s from.

Also in college, I got very interested in the myth ��Raven Steals the Sun”, which has a number of different variations (it’s a story shared across multiple First Nations peoples of the Pacific Northwest and Alaska, there’s no one clear origin-- you can read about a couple of versions here!) but most involve the titular Raven delivering the Sun to the world after stealing or freeing it from a dark place where it was kept. Depending on the version, Raven's motives can either be purely selfish or more benevolent, and sometimes starts the story as a pure white bird who is stained black with soot in the act of taking the Sun. The duality of Raven’s intentions as well as the theme of light/warmth being hidden in darkness until it’s brought out felt fitting for a character whose motivations are complex and left a little ambiguous in canon (James grapples with whether his own act was purely selfish or one of love/mercy) AND someone who is naturally warm and caring but slipped behind a cold, dark wall of depression and self-isolation. The theme of being permanently marked/transformed by an act, whether for good or for bad, felt fitting too.

(Obligatory Disclaimer That My (Very White) Personal Interpretation Should Not Remotely Be Considered An Authentic Take On The Myth And Is Not Intended To Be Appropriation. For fic purposes the story would only have come up as an interesting symbolic parallel/running motif among many others, not a Literal Connection. James is a clueless white dude and Silent Hill doesn’t even take place on the west coast.)

“BUT WAIT! Doesn’t stealing the sun from a malevolent party and freeing it sound sort of like Harry rescuing Alessa/Cheryl/Heather??” Yes, this was going to be a source of in-character confusion and a surprise twist when it turns out they got their birds mixed up. Blah blah nothing is as it seems and destiny is mutable.

One time while I was walking on a foggy beach I got followed around by an enormous raven who was just sort of waddle-hopping after me looking forlorn and scruffy and the experience stuck with me and now all these years later my enormous galaxy brain is just like “That was Big James Energy”.

Wow that was long, I’m sorry.

HENRY TOWNSHEND | CORVUS FRUGILEGUS (Rook)

The most obvious symbolism is probably the chess piece with the same name-- that felt fitting for Henry since he’s probably the protagonist who has to do the most strategizing. Between his limited inventory and his progressively-more-cursed apartment and escorting Eileen and his five billion trips across multiple fractured Otherworlds, my poor guy has a lot to mentally keep track of. In the fic, he was going to wind up being the one to keep track of all the weird complicated bullshit items and rituals they had to complete to get through the Otherworld.

The rook chess piece also resembles a castle, and unlike the other protagonists whose stories progress in a linear fashion, Henry operates from/returns to his home base shitty cursed apartment.

BUT ONTO THE BIRD the rook is a corvid like the crow and the raven, and shares their pest/death omen status in popular culture. Just appropriate for SH protags in general since they keep getting in the way of the cult’s business and also misfortune follows them.

In the SH3 Crematorium Puzzle (I’ll talk more about that in Heather’s section), there is a poem:    "The black Rook is the praying sort    Who hears the gods in the skies    His whispered petitions go on without end    And glassy and dim are his eyes" Obviously this does NOT describe Henry as a person, but it IS eerily reminiscent of the title that was thrust upon him: Receiver. Maybe if Walter’s plans had succeeded, this is how Henry would have ended up.

There is also an old belief that if rooks abandon an established “rookery” (place where they regularly roost), it’s a sign of calamity to follow. If Henry the Certified Homebody (tm) bursts out of the apartment complex and goes staggering down the street, you should get out of that apartment complex.

HEATHER MASON | AGELAIUS PHOENICEUS (Red-Winged Blackbird)

Oh boy this one’s probably the weirdest but here we go.

The first obvious thing is that unlike the other three, the red-winged blackbird is not actually a corvid (it’s from the Icteridae family, not the Corvidae family). In-universe, this was supposed to represent Heather being inherently different from the rest (like... she basically is an iteration of the Silent Hill deity), even if she seems to be a normal human. Harry’s act of stealing her from the Order and changing her appearance/name to hide her was going to be depicted as “dousing Her in black ink, but [the ink] not able to fully conceal Her radiance”. The red and gold shoulders of the blackbird visually symbolize her “””true nature””” peeking out.

I also associate her specifically with the MALE red-winged blackbird (the female looks completely different, hooray sexual dimorphism) because gender is a fuck and Heather understandably has some really intense and complicated issues with womanhood/femininity. One of my favorite aspects of her as a character is how she blurs the line between masculine and feminine, especially since she’s been through so much... extremely gendered violence, to put it lightly. Heather Mason says FUCK YOUR GENDER BINARY.

As a fun side-note, Heather is also represented (or appears to be, ymmv) by a bird in canon! The SH3 Crematorium puzzle (on hard mode) features a series of poems each about birds, and each one represents a character if you squint. Heather seems to be referenced in this one:     "The Wren, with pure heart as yet unrefined     Makes us laugh with his feeble lip-smacking     But still we all know he shall never grow old     And he knows not how much he is lacking." Heather’s role as a brash, foolhardy youth who talks tough to cope is pretty blatantly summed up in there, as is the fact that she’s... functionally immortal and keeps fucking reincarnating. The wren, a plucky little bird, is perfect for her. The part of the main riddle that references the wren is also... ominously on the nose, given Heather’s backstory:     "Burn the one who knows no death     Pure, adored by those above     No prayers within, just simple love.”

YET ANOTHER CREMATORIUM POEM could be construed as representing the town’s God (or the spiritual force of the land, w/e), damaged/corrupted/turned malevolent by All The Bullshit:     "The Kite, hot, crazy, and panting mad     Sweet shackles that tease and excite     Death itself would drive him wild     Red blood that turns milky white"  Heather is a pure-hearted protagonist in one sense, but there’s plenty of not-so-subtle hints to a bloodlust and desire for violence just waiting to break free (ESPECIALLY when Heather does certain things that could be considered taking on the role of God). So to me the Kite is what happens when Heather gets sick of being nice and decides to go apeshit.

“BUT WAIT what does this have to do with the red-winged blackbird?” The inherent trinity of Heather’s character (Alessa/Cheryl/Heather, the Mother of God/Daughter of God/God Herself) deserves a bird trinity too. I’M GREEDY, I WANT *ALL* THE BIRD METAPHORS!

Red-winged blackbirds are bold little shits who will straight up harass birds of prey. Kind of like Heather does to God.

The fact that “phoeniceus” was part of the scientific name was a VERY delightful coincidence-- but I’m not complaining about how satisfying I found it that my Bird Choice (tm) inadvertently connects her to the concept of the phoenix, poster child of pyrogenesis.

That was even longer than James’, I’m so sorry.

SO THAT’S THE META BEHIND THOSE CHOICES FOR THE FOUR MAIN CHARACTERS. If you’re still interested after all that BS, I can write up another (probably much shorter) post for the other characters. Thanks for the ask!

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Saving You

Hello. Can I request a fangs x reader where she like saves him from the farm or something? Maybe like she tries to stop him from joining during the play but can’t so she loses him they can already be dating if you want and she confides in Pea or something to help save fangs idk something like that if you want

A/N: I am so so so in love with the way this story came out and I hope that you love it too. thankyou to my beta @wayward-river chech her out and join her follower special where you can submit stories based on her prompts!

Warnings: Fangs being a dick, violence, cult discussion (Farm), cursing

Word Count: 4971

You and Fangs had been dating for years, you loved him - more than loved him. You had been through everything together. The ups and downs of the Serpents, the Northside vs Southside feud, and everything else that had hit your relationship in the past. You had been going stronger than ever for the last few months, nothing truly affecting you too bad except when Fangs started dealing. You understood why, and you understand the things he had to do, but you found him an out and he took it. That took a toll on your relationship. You were so scared for him then, but you saved him and got him back. After all the drugs and rejoining the Serpents, he wanted his mind off of the drugs and off of the Serpents so you both decided to join the play. Theatre was one of his favorite things, and if it made him happy you would follow.

You were both doing the play together alongside your friends Toni and Sweet Pea, so everything was looking up until Kevin told everyone that there would be a new co-director. You had met the co-director one other time when she walked into the class for the first time, you had ignored her name then. Evelyn Evernever apparently her father ran the “Farm” more so the cult that had made its way into Riverdale. You knew Betty Cooper was investigating them due to her mother joining but you didn’t know anything more than that. You didn’t trust Evelyn, but as a co-director, you had to at least follow her and her views. Evelyn got close, so close that she pulled someone away from you. You ignored her until you couldn’t anymore because it meant risking the loss of the one person you cared the absolute most for.

*Flashback*

For weeks now Fangs had been acting funny. He was one of the leads in the play so he was always busy, but on most nights he would come home even later than you would see Sweets and Toni coming home and they were leads as well. Fangs kept saying that he was either at the play or on Serpent business but you didn’t believe that to be true. He told you again he was going to be out, that he was on Serpent business, he told you he would be home but he still was out and you had begun to worry. Even though he had been lying or so you thought he always came home on time. You waited till an hour after he was supposed to be home before you called him.

“Fangs baby?”

“Hey Y/N what’s up?”

“Uh are you coming home, it’s late”

“I will be home when I get there what is your problem”

“Well uh you told me you would be home at 9 and it’s 12 now I just… I was worrying”

“Well, you need to stop I will be home later” You waited till he came home, hours later. It was now 4 am and he was just walking through the door.

“Where were you Fangs!”

“I was out! What does it matter?”

“Becuase I fucking worry Fangs, I fucking worry that you won’t come home in one piece when you are out on those jobs, don’t you get that”

“You need to calm the fuck down babe, there really isn’t anything to worry about. I am safe where I am, no one would hurt me Y/N”

“What do you mean no one, rival gangs you idiot”

“Oh yeah well”

“Oh my fucking god you weren’t on a job were you!”

“Why do you keep questioning me” He stepped up trying to appear bigger, almost trying to tower over you more than he already did, as if he was trying to make you fear him. You ran out of the trailer that night not turning back and you had slept in your car. You couldn’t sleep next to him, not with him being like that.

The next night you followed him to the “serpent job” that he was on. As you did you found him standing over a fire with Kevin and other people you had never met before,  but at the end of it stood Evelyn Evernever. By the time you had got there, Fangs had already been walking on the hot coals and you heard the tagline you had seen on the majority of Evelyn’s shirts. “May the one become many and the many one” You ran, tears streaming down your face, you ran to one of the places you felt safe, Sweet Pea’s trailer. Knocking on the door frantically you waited for him to answer but he hadn’t. You knew Toni was working so you couldn’t go to the bar because you didn’t want to see people, so you waited on Sweet Pea’s doorstep tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N!”

“Pea!” You stood up pulling him into a hug

“Pea they… they got him”

“Got who Y/N what’s going on?”

“Fangs! The Farm!”

“Wait… wait, slow down”

“He has been acting funny, angry just not the normal Fangs I questioned him on it the other night because he lied saying he was at a Serpent job. He stood up almost trying to tower over me and I ran out of the trailer and slept in my car, I was so scared Pea I have never seen him like that. Then tonight he told me he was going on a job again so I followed him Pea “

“Where did he go”

“It was odd small paths deep in fox forest. He walked across a lit coal pit and then Evelyn was there I think it was some sort of induction or something, I don’t know. Pea, I can’t lose him not like I almost did before. I can’t go through that again Pea I can’t” Pea slowly lowered the both of you onto the steps pulling you to him as you cried into his chest.

“We will get him back, I promise”

*Flashback over*

That night meant that he was a part of it, but you couldn’t say anything, you knew that if you did he would be defensive like he had been all those nights that he came home late. You told Pea that night and he was the only one that knew. You both said nothing, knowing that if you did he would be as defensive as he was before. You and Pea both let Fangs go on and on about how good the play was going and how he was becoming very close with Evelyn and the other people from the Farm. You both pretended to be supportive, pretended to understand the things that Edgar was doing.  It had been weeks since Fangs joined the farm. A month and two weeks to be exact. You dropped out of the play without Fangs noticing. Even opening night he didn’t notice you sitting in the crowd. You were taking care of everything including his own mother. Fangs wasn’t noticing or doing anything lately, he didn't care about anything. Anything including the fact that you were pregnant. The only person who truly knew was Sweet Pea.

*Flashback*

You sat sitting by the bathroom counter not answering the multiple phone calls and text messages you had. It was as if you were frozen in time. Fangs was not answering like always and he was the only person you needed in the situation you were in. You were scared beyond anything for multiple reasons but you needed him and he wasn't there. You sat there sobbing for what felt like hours the anxiety welling inside of your chest. You hear a knock and someone enter your home but you didn’t care you couldn’t in that moment. Only the people you trusted the most had a key so you knew you would be fine. You sat there sobbing your chest feeling tighter and tighter each moment. Then you heard the bangs on the bathroom door and the shouts of Sweet Pea through it.

“Y/N, Y/N are you okay?” but you couldn’t respond. You tried but all that came out was louder cries. “Y/N open the door please” you tried to move but your body felt numb. He kept banging and banging but you couldn’t do anything. “Y/N move away from the door, try to. I am breaking it down if you don’t open it” You heard the kick and then the snap of the door knocking off of its hinges. You looked up with clouded vision into Sweet Pea’s eyes as he fell to the floor grabbing you tightly.

“What’s going on? Did he hurt you!”

“N, no”

“Talk to me Y/N, please” You couldn’t you were lucky “you” came out of your mouth. So instead you handed him the stick that was clutched inside of your hand so tightly you felt the tingles when you had given it to him. Sweet Pea remained silent as he stared down at the stick that you had placed into his hand.

“Pea.. say something please”

“It’s gonna be okay”

“That is the worst possible thing you could have chosen Pea. You have no idea what is going to happen. Hell where the fuck is Fangs, he was supposed to be home and he is not, how am I going to do this?” Your cries were louder and your shaking harder as Sweet Pea held tighter rocking you back and forth.

“Hey, hey, hey. Y/N listen to me. We are going to figure out this shit with Fangs okay? Fuck I will do whatever it takes to get his ass out of the farm okay. But you listen to me and listen well okay. If he doesn’t stop with this bullshit. I will be here for you and this baby. He is my best friend and he may be a crazy psycho right now, so I will take care of you no matter what, I promise.”

“I, I can’t ask you to do that Sweet Pea, you have your own life to live. I, I can’t Sweet Pea”

“You stop it Y/N. You are not asking I am telling you. I will take care of you and this baby I want you to know that. I will be here for you through everything okay. You aren’t alone”  

*Flashback Over*

You had tried to tell him multiple times but each time he had ignored you completely. The only person who really knows again was Sweet Pea. He was your rock through all of this. He even took you to your first appointment when Fangs was a no show. Now a month and a half into this pregnancy Sweet Pea was more of a figure to the child growing inside of you than Fangs was. You were going to try to tell Fangs again, hoping that maybe this time he would listen.

“Baby before you go can I talk to you”

“About what babe”

“Uhm… us”

“Baby I don’t have a long time to talk about “us” can we talk later I need to go”

“Wait!”

“What are you up to tonight”

“Well Edgar is going to take away my pain”

“I thought you said he has been doing that”

“Well yes he has but this is more in-depth he will cure me of all the pain I have by taking the places that are infected with the pain”

“Oh… uhm, will you be alright”

“Yes, of course, Edgar takes great care of us, baby. I will be home later alright”

“Okay” He left and you called Sweet Pea instantly.

*Phone Call*

“Sweet!”

“Y/N calm down what’s going on? Is the baby alright?”

“Yes, yes the baby is fine. It’s Fangs. He said that Edgar is going to cure all his pain tonight”

“No! We need to get to him Now! Get outside! I’m picking you up!”

“Pea! Pea will he be okay!”

“We are going to save him alright. I promise”

*Phone Call Ended*

Pea pulled up in his pickup truck right next to your trailer and you hopped in quickly. You needed an explanation. You needed to know what was going on.

“Pea! What the fuck is going on”

‘Well earlier Jones had me help him get Betty out of the farm, you know how she was doing recon”

“Yeah, yeah I know”

“Well the Farm is an organ farm Y/N apparently Betty found human organs, Betty also said when people heal they sometimes disappear without a trace”

“I’m… If Fangs is being “fully” healed I’m afraid that Edgar is gonna cut into him”

“Pea I’ve almost lost him so many times. I, I can’t do it again”

“I know, we are gonna save him okay. I know the path he always takes. I assume he is going to pick up Kevin like usual meaning that If we cut through the one road we can make it and block the entrance before he gets there. I called Jones, Topaz and a few others and they are going to meet us there”

“Okay”

“I need you to stay calm okay, for you and the baby, can you do that for me Y/N”

“Here’s the plan. We meet them and we stop him basically detain him and then we bring him back to the trailer. Hopefully, we can knock some sense into him”

“Alright, we can do this” Pea squeezed your hand as slowed the car to a stop next to Toni and Jugheads bike as well as a few of the other Serpent’s vehicles. You got out slowly making your way across to everyone thanking them for coming to help. Toni stopped you midway.

“Y/N are you alright?”

“Yeah why”

“You just look… different”

“Sweet Pea told you didn’t he”

“Yeah, sorry”

“Don’t be I knew he would tell someone I’m glad it was you. Wait why did he tell you though”

“When he bought you that stuff and picked your prenatals and stuff up I went with him. He tried hiding it didn’t work too well. For a while, he said he got someone pregnant but I didn’t believe that then I finally found out since he couldn’t keep his lie straight, but if you need anything. Or to stay anywhere you can always stay at Thistle House with me, Cheryl and Nana Rose”

“Thank you but after tonight I’m hoping everything will be back in place. That Fangs will be back in place”

“Hey, we are going to get him back” You left Toni finishing your circle around before making it back to Sweet Pea.

“Sweets”

“Is it soon”

“Yeah my time he should be here in like 2 mins, but when he does I need you to stay in the truck. I can’t have you getting in the center getting hurt. You are going to try and talk him out of it I know it and he is gonna fight back and may not see you. So to be safe please stay in the truck or at least near it”

“Alright”

“No Y/N I’m being serious, please fucking listen for once. Not just for you, but for the baby too”

“Fine, Why are always pulling the damn baby card now?”

“Because it’s the only way I can get you to listen”

‘Ugh you're impossible”

“Yep” Just as you said it you heard the rustle of tires against the rocky dirt road and you saw Fangs' truck in the distance. “He’s Coming”

“Stay in the truck, please”

“Okay” You watched as Fangs pulled up all the Serpents halting his truck and dragging him out. They tried to make him go peacefully but all you kept hearing was “They are going to take away my pain, you don’t understand, let go of me” You couldn't bear to hear it so you sat in the truck with your hands over your ears trying to block all of the noise that you possibly could. You didn’t even hear Sweet Pea get in the truck until you felt his hand rub your arm.

“Stop!”

“Hey, hey it’s just me”

“I’m sorry Pea”

Are you okay?”

“His, his screams I don’t know, I just yeah I'm fine”

“You sure”

“Did we get him”

“Yeah look behind you” You looked behind to see Jones with Fangs in handcuffs and tape over his mouth. “Jones is going to help us get him in the trailer and then he is going to leave is that okay?”

“Yeah, thanks Jughead”

You tried not to look in the rearview mirror on the ride to the trailer. Every time you ended up catching a glimpse you saw anger in Fangs' eyes something that you would rarely see unless something terrible was happening to him or the people he cared about. He couldn’t have known what Edgar was going to do to them. There was no way he would want to go to him and do it if he knew, at least that is what you had hoped. The drive to the trailer seemed so much shorter than usual your breath never really settling. Sweet Pea told you to wait in your bedroom as they brought Fangs inside and got him situated. You waited for a knock on the door from Sweet Pea for what felt like forever and finally, when it came you were more nervous than ever.

You walked out. Fangs was tied to a chair with the tape removed from his mouth.

“How could you do this to me Y/N”

“I am trying to save you don’t you get that Fangs”

“I thought you cared, I thought you understood”

“I do care about you, but the farm… what they are doing isn’t right hell it’s illegal”

“No they helped me Y/N, fucking untie these ropes please” You looked to Pea as he nodded at you. He knew that he could keep Fangs down. Fangs was strong but Pea had gain on him in both weight and height, Fangs stood no chance. Sweets untied him slowly but kept his hands cuffed.

“Your hands stay cuffed Fogarty”

“Fine but can I talk to my girlfriend alone please?”

“No”

“No?!”

“I will stand in the corner and you can talk to her, but I will be here, and I will but if I have to understand”

“Yes, okay fine” Pea stood by the doorway to the hallway, at a stance daring Fangs to do anything as minuscule as move a single step forward. You saw in Pea’s eyes, the worry he had finally coming to the surface.

“Fangs…”

“Baby please”

“Do you even know what they are doing Fangs”

“Yes Edgar was going to do a treatment to help ease my pain, he has been helping me so much showing my mom getting better and so much more baby, this was going to be one of my final treatments”

“Fangs baby that treatment is bullshit”

“No, it’s not Y/N don’t say that! Edgar is healing me”

“Baby you need the truth. Your mom is not getting better. She is on bedrest, I have been taking care of her me and Sweet Pea. I started working extra shifts to buy her a new medication. You haven’t been around Fangs, you wouldn’t even begin to know what has been going on”

“But Edgar told me she was fine!”

“She’s not fine Fangs”

“But he showed me, I talked to her, I…”

“Fangs I have no idea what Edgar told or showed you but your mom is not better”

“Your lying”

“I’m not, the only person lying is Edgar, He told you he would heal your pain, but he hasn’t done shit. I don’t know what these treatments are but this final “cure” could have killed you, probably would have killed you Fangs. Edgar Evernever is nothing but a cheating con artist. He is taking people like you, people with sorrow and pain and using them or their…” Before you could even finish you were being pushed down to the floor. You had luckily landed on your butt. You looked up into Fangs' eyes the pure anger rushing to his face as Sweet Pea pulled him back and onto the chair tying his hands and legs to it once more.

“Let me go!”

You couldn’t speak, he wasn’t the Fangs that you knew. The Fangs you knew would never push you to the ground. The Fangs you knew would kill anyone who made you cry. The Fangs you knew wasn’t the Fangs in front of you. Pea helped you up and before you could even speak he began screaming into Fang’s face.

“You fucking dipshit you could have hurt her or… You know you are a fucking idiot, all she does is care about you. All she does is want to protect you to get you back the way you used to be, but then you go and do that shit. You push her to the ground like trash. You could have seriously hurt her Fogarty. What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“Yeah well, I don’t need her to pay attention to me! I was perfectly fine with what I was doing before she watched me and found out where I was going!” You were tired of the bad mouthing from him. You were tired of him being angry because of you caring.

You stepped up getting very close into his face knowing he couldn't touch you because he was tied up. “I stepped in Fangs, Yeah I fucking did and you know why? No? I stepped in and hovered because I almost lost you once. Actually no I almost lost you more than once so yeah I stepped in and I cared but you know what that isn’t even the main reason Fangs. I stepped in because I almost lost you all those times but this time I couldn’t lose you because it wouldn’t be just me Fangs. It isn’t just me who would lose you anymore” You looked down to your stomach your hand going up in protection as Fangs looked to you almost as if he had gotten slapped in the face.

“Your…” You remembered you had put the stick in your pocket before leaving the house so you grabbed it out setting it in his lap.

“Yes Fangs, I’m pregnant with your fucking child. The farm almost took you from me forever, You know what Edgar was going to do. He was going to harvest your fucking organs Fangs. Your Organs!. If we would have let you go in their tonight you may have never came out. I can’t lose you!”

“Baby don’t cry I’m right here”

“Are you Fangs, I am staying with Sweet Pea tonight I’ll tell Jughead to come over and check on you”

“Baby ple…”

“Stop Fangs, or I won’t come back at all”

You left the trailer without another word or glance at Fangs. You saw Sweet Pea come out of the trailer and make a phone call before hopping into the truck with you.

“I'm proud of you”

“Thank you pea”

“No seriously Y/N you stood your ground, now I guess we just have to wait and see what he does. But I have a question… will you forgive him easily? What if he goes back?”

“I’m hoping this child will keep him here with me… with us. I hope it at least shocked him into reality or maybe the talk of his organs did”

“yeah”

You stayed with Sweet Pea. He let you sleep in his bed that night, and he slept on the couch. You constantly told him that it was fine, and he knew the both of you were only friends but he still wanted you to have your space to yourself. The only time he ever ended up in the bed with you was when you had a terrible night terror about Fangs dying in the farm. Now you realized maybe that terror wasn’t so wrong, and you fell asleep almost peacefully knowing at least he was somewhat safe with Jughead in the trailer you shared.

You woke up the next morning to eyes looking into yours. Eyes that you recognized instantly. You jumped back fear going through you as you sat down onto the floor.

“Baby stop” he reached to you and you flinched slightly “are, are you afraid of me?” you stood tall standing your ground. You didn’t want to appear weak in front of him.

“Yeah well, the last time we talked without you tied up I was pushed to the ground, by the way, thanks for that. Luckily I landed the right way or I wouldn’t be saying thank you right now and neither would our child”  You saw the tear well into his eye as he turned around walking directly out of the room. You threw on one of the sweatshirts you left at Sweet Pea’s before walking out into the living room. Fangs sat on the couch with a basket next to him. A basket filled with baby things of every shape size and color. His head hung into his hands soft hums being heard from him. You knew he was crying. You didn’t want to feel bad, but you couldn’t deny the pain you felt for him. When you are with someone for so long you feel what they feel and this was no different. You went over sitting on the couch and pulling him into a hug.

“Baby I’m sorry about the farm. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what was going on. I barely remember how I even became a part of it. It was like I was in a trance of some sort. Like I was in control but I also wasn't. I’m sorry for what I did to you. For the pain I caused. I can’t forgive myself for that.”

“Hey, hey calm down… wait where is Pea? He wouldn't leave me.”

“He is outside, told me I had 10 mins before he was coming in”

“I know I left for a while baby I am so sorry, but we are having a baby why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I tried you didn’t care Fangs, you pushed me off every time going to the farm “to heal” by the way I'm glad your organs are intact”

“Baby I didn’t know… and my mom I saw her today, she… she isn’t doing good. The farm told me she was. Babe I saw her. The farm showed me her. It must've been a hallucination. I… what if she died while I was with the farm”

“Hey… calm down you're here now, you need to breathe Fangs. You didn’t mean for any of this to happen”

“What if I lost you…”

“You will never lose me”

“You shouldn’t forgive me Y/N… what if I would have hurt you”

“You may have been mad Fangs but last night you could have slapped me, punched me, all you did was push me. You would never intentionally hurt me Fangs. I know you too well. Even in that state, you wouldn’t hurt me bad. I love you Fangs. I will always love you. We will always love you” You grabbed his hand placing it gently onto your stomach.

“How long… how long have you known?”

“I’ve known for a little while… Pea took me to my first appointment. He bought me the stuff I needed. He has been really helpful Fangs”

“I’m sorry I wasn't here” you watched his face drop again but you pulled his lips to meet yours. Locking your lips together for the first time in which felt like an eternity.

“You're here now. I’m fine, You're fine. We are going to be okay, I promise. Me, you, this baby. Together. Forever Fangs”

“Forever baby. I promise you I will never leave again. I promise I will try my absolute hardest to stay away from anyone associated with the farm, but baby if they are doing this. If they did what they did to me or well almost what they did and all the other shit. The lies, the hallucinations everything... what about Kevin? What about Betty’s mom, and everyone else in there? I need to help Jughead and Betty”

“I get that Fangs but you need to be all in if you're not then I will take care of this baby myself without you. You can help them but right now… I need you, here with me. I’ve been alone… I mean I’ve had Pea helping but, I can’t handle you leaving again. Not for a long time Fogarty”

“I don’t dream of it. I will be with you and this baby until the end. I promise” He pulled you to him his arms wrapping around your middle as your head rested in his neck. His lips connecting to your forehead. “I will never break that promise Y/N. I will be here always”

“I know Fogarty, I know. I love you”

‘I love you too baby, and I love you baby, whatever you are”  Even in a time like this, a time where you were learning to forgive everything that happened, he could make you so soft for him. You loved him for that, and you loved him despite everything that had happened.

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Favorite Films of 2017

by Clay Keller

I’m finding it difficult to write something coherent about Olivier Assayas’ Personal Shopper, partially because the more I watch it, the more I’m convinced that I’m not meant to try; that its power lies in its complete lack of interest in being “coherent.” Just as a life, especially one thrown into grief-stricken chaos, only has the coherence that we arbitrarily apply to it, Personal Shopper is a series of strange and beguiling instances, full of un-explained oddities, horrors, and loose-ends. Instances that capture, better than any movie I’ve seen, that ephemeral feeling of existential entrapment; of being not stuck in place, but captive somehow. It’s a maddening, inexplicable, feeling, and that a film could dramatize it so well is deeply impressive.  

Speaking of captivity, Kristen Stewart delivers a performance in Personal Shopper that is so unvarnished, so unencumbered, that one has a difficult time conceiving that it was delivered at all, and not just simply lived. Each time I revisit this film I find it more difficult to turn away. It’s only a matter of time before Americans accept what the French celebrated a few years back: the fact that Kristen Stewart is fucking terrific. 

Anyway, I don’t know. Maybe everything I wrote above is rambling pablum. A bunch of nonsense my mind concocted by way of trying to intellectualize (or excuse) an instinctual love of a weirdo movie in which Kristen Stewart has a dramatic imessage conversation for twenty minutes and gets attacked by a Victorian ghost, which is just audacious and great. Is Personal Shopper a brilliant work by a genius and his genius muse? Is Personal Shopper bullshit? 

Or is it just me?

HONORABLE MENTION

(In Alphabetical Order)

Baby Driver (Edgar Wright)

The Big Sick (Michael Showalter)

Get Out (Jordan Peele)

A Ghost Story (David Lowery)

Lady Bird (Greta Gerwig)

Lady Macbeth (William Oldroyd)

Molly’s Game (Aaron Sorkin)

Thor: Ragnarok (Taika Waititi)

Three Billboards outside Ebbing, Missouri (Martin McDonagh)

Win It All (Joe Swanberg)

Anticipated 2017 Films Not Yet Seen: The Post (Update: I loved it!), Phantom Thread (Update: Favorite PTA since TWBB), The Florida Project, mother!, Good Time

MOST ANTICIPATED IN 2018

Annihilation (Alex Garland)

- Behind the camera: our premier sci-fi screenwriter. In front of the camera: Portman, Thompson, and Isaac. In the audience: me. 

The Happytime Murders (Brian Henson)

- The director of two of the best Muppet movies making his first feature in 20 years is definitely something to be excited about. 

E-Book (Olivier Assayas)

- Assayas has been so contemplative lately that we’ve forgotten that he’s also a total goddamn genre-mixing weirdo (see: Demonlover, Boarding Gate). Now he’s making a “full-blown comedy” with Juliette Binoche, one of his oldest collaborators, and I am here for it. 

Underwater (William Eubank)

- My favorite subgenre + my favorite Kristen Stewart = a movie I will probably love regardless of objective quality. 

You Were Never Really Here (Lynne Ramsey)

- If this trailer doesn’t ignite all of your senses, you are dead to the magic of cinema: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMqsd7Umxy8

FAVORITE CLASSICS FIRST SEEN IN 2017

How on earth did I not see Do the Right Thing until I was nearly 30? It’s almost unfathomable how colorful, funny, and heartbreaking Spike Lee’s 3rd film is. It has myriad memorable scenes and characters. It creates a sense of place in a way that is almost unparalleled in film history. It’s entertaining as hell. It also has a pulsating heart of essential humanity and righteous anger that vibrates at such an honest frequency as to make you feel literally connected to the screen as the narrative unfolds. Do the Right Thing shook me, and is one of those “as good or better than its out-sized reputation” films, alongside The Godfather and Casablanca. 

FAVORITE TELEVISION

Me, at the beginning of 2017: “I’ve never seen Twin Peaks, mostly because I’m worried I’ll hate it, I’m not really a David Lynch fan.” Me, in August of 2017: “HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT THE ZIG-ZAG FLOORS IN THE BLACK LODGE ARE THE SAME AS THE ZIG-ZAG FLOORS IN THE LOBBY OF ERASERHEAD’S APARTMENT BUILDING?! AND THERE’S A PHOTO OF A MUSHROOM CLOUD ON THE WALL?! IS IT ALL CONNECTED?!” 

If I could retroactively make one of my 2017 resolutions be “do a total 180 on David Lynch and get super into Twin Peaks” then I would have accomplished something in this God-foresaken shit-ass year. I don’t know if it was age, or context, or what, but this year found my eyes suddenly opened to the genius of well-known genius David Lynch. I went from avoiding Twin Peaks for years to devouring and loving both of the original seasons. From “Mulholland Drive is weird and boring” to “Mulholland Drive is weird and a stone-cold modern masterpiece.” My former podcast co-host Darren Franich maintains that one needs to learn how to watch David Lynch, by watching David Lynch, and I couldn’t agree more. Watch just one of the elliptical missives that Lynch has released into our miasma and you will be left befuddled and possibly angry. Watch five and you’ll unlock the mysteries of the universe. 

Hyperbole? Perhaps. Then again, did you see episode 8 of Twin Peaks: The Return? 

It would have been so easy for Lynch and Frost to thrill Twin Peaks fans with The Return. After all, these are people (myself now included) who get goosebumps every time Kyle MacLachlan is so much as in the same room as a cup of coffee. Put a cherry pie on front of him and they (again, me now included) need to change their shorts. Instead, and, in retrospect, predictably, Lynch and Frost decided to use the eighteen hours Showtime gave them to thrill their audience in a different way: by creating an audio/visual experience the likes none of them had ever seen. Was it frustrating to wait nearly the entire season for our beloved Agent Cooper to return (if he does at all)? Yes. Were there storylines and characters that seemed meandering and pointless? Yes. Who the fuck is Freddie and why does he have a green glove hand? Yes. But none of that matters, because, for an entire summer, I rushed home on Sunday nights, needing to immerse myself in the wild juxtapositions of image and sound and performance that Lynch plucked out of the cosmos and so graciously delivered to us mere mortals, as soon as I possibly could.  

When Cooper finally did come back, well, Lynch nailed that moment too (goosebumps! shorts-changing!), of course, because he’s just as good at giving you what you want as he is at giving you what you need. And nostalgia goosebumps are lovely and all, but it’s a testament to the success of Twin Peaks: The Return that the nostalgia goosebumps are not what I’ll remember. What I’ll remember is when Cooper (?) asks what year it is, Laura Palmer (?) screams, and the lights go out in Twin Peaks (?), and my skin basically tore apart at the seams.  

[margoslxix]

OKAY so I was tagged by @autisticmob and I think these things are fun so here we go!

Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in any order), answer the questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

So, obviously I gotta pick:

1. Homestuck

and 

2. New Albion

But I legitimately don’t know what third fandom to pick. I’m going to go with.......

3. Magic the Gathering

Because, I don’t know, I like it and I don’t get enough chances to talk about these characters.

First Character You Loved:

1. “First” is tricky, because I loved most of the characters pretty right away. I guess Calliope? Not that I hadn’t loved anyone before Act 6 or anything, I just remember liking her right away after meeting her, and also thinking she was my favorite character for a while.

2. Again, this is a hard one. Annabel is probably the obvious answer, but it’s true. I think she’s everyone’s first favorite, though. Her songs are just so good, plus she’s the first character you really get to know.

3. Hmmm. Liliana? I loved her aesthetic right away, for sure. I mean, be honest, how can you not at LEAST think she’s pretty goddamn cool.

The Character You Never Expected to Love So Much:

1. Caliborn, full stop (heheh). He’s my son and I would die for him. My very, very first initial impression of him was “god, what a douchebag.” But he’s MY douchebag now and tbh I relate to him a lot. He’s got a lot of problems, he’s definitely not an easy person to like. But I think he has so much narrative potential, and even most of his awful qualities (mostly the misogyny, let’s be honest) could honestly probably be dealt with if he was actually properly socialized. Which I’m still not 100% sure isn’t canonically possible. Too bad the comic’s mcfucking over.

2. Lloyd Allen. He definitely comes across as a dick, but he’s got a lot of hidden depth. He’s just such a good guy? Like, once you learn the lengths that he went to and the danger he put himself in, just for the chance to make his boyfriend happy again, I just... I can’t, I’m getting very emotional. I love Lloyd Allen, okay?

3. Gideon MOTHERFUCKING Jura. I hate Lawful Good, usually. I think it’s often just an excuse for characters to be stupid as hell, rigid, and incapable of understanding moral ambiguity. But honestly, Gideon is one of the best Lawful Good characters I’ve ever seen. He is legitimately heroic, and the fact that he’s not 100% rigid in his alignment, choosing Good over Law every time, is honestly cool. I just... he’s a character type and trope that I usually can’t stand, but done very well, and that’s impressive enough that I honestly love him.

The Character You Relate To Most:

1. If you’ve followed me for any length of time, you already know it’s Caliborn. He’s stubborn, determined, unyielding... and I’ll admit, I’m much the same. I think I approach problems in a similar way to him, and get confused/annoyed by similar, arbitrary things. Also, he’s absolutely autistic, and I’ll fight anyone who says he isn’t. 

2. Uncle Raven, aka David Adams. I mean, there are a lot of things about him that I can’t relate to. A lot. Like being extremely attractive, for one thing. But he is Aesthetic Goals. He’s a sad carnival man, and I’m a sad man who loves carnivals. He also copes with loneliness and abandonment about as well as I do, which is to say, not very well at all. Also the whole, “sad businessman who lost his mind and gained superpowers” thing is somehow also relatable. Now where the fuck are my reality-bending powers?

3. Vraska, probably. Gods, I fucking love Vraska. If Gideon hadn’t been my answer for the last one, it would have been her. The Ixalan story really hit me hard, and I love her a lot. Just, she’s been through a lot of shit and it’s made her hard and cruel, but who she is around Jace, now, with her memories intact, just... aaa, fuck, I love Vraska. I really hope they beat up Nicol Bolas soon. Fuck that guy.

The Character You’d Slap:

1. Cronus, probably. He just needs to stop. Not stop anything in particular, just stop in general. And the thing is, I don’t even completely hate him. I just hate a lot of his bullshit. Hussie once called him “the worst character in Homestuck,” and honestly, I can see it.

2. Okay, yeah, the “correct” answer here is probably Edgar or Sarah. But I’m still gonna go with Connor. I just, I don’t know, I have this weird, irrational hatred for Connor. I find him incredibly irritating. Almost every problem he’s ever had has been his own damn fault, and it’s obnoxious hearing him cry about it. I mean, “Connor” is still a gorgeous song and all, but as a character, I just wanna tell him to suck it the hell up.

3. Nicol Bolas? I mean, he deserves way more than a slap. But it seems like he’s literally behind every bad thing that happens lately and he needs to knock it the fuck off. Amonkhet was particularly like.... DUDE, not cool. You can’t just turn an entire world into a zombie factory, what the FUCK is wrong with you? I hate this fucking dragon, and this is coming from a guy who loves dragons, and also villains.

 Three Favorite Characters (In Order of Preference):

1. Caliborn, Calliope, Dirk

2. Raven, Lloyd, Han Mi

3. Vraska, Jace, Chandra (this list subject to change at literally any time)

A Character You Liked At First, But Don’t Anymore:

1. Okay, so this is going to sound incredibly harsh, so let me preface it with, it’s not that I DON’T like him, it’s just that he annoys and vexes me, and I’m sick of seeing him, and ALSO that I used to like him more than I currently do. In FACT, I do sometimes have feelings about him that I would normally have mostly for characters I like more, so it’s not that I hate him, okay? But it’s Jake English. Fucking... he’s so goddamn stupid and self-absorbed. And yeah, I get that it wasn’t his fault. I get that he’s been through some serious shit that no one should have to go through. Yeah, okay, just like every other character in this comic. But like, come on dude. But it’s less about him, I think, and more about how the fandom treats him. He’s not just an accessory for Dirk, for one thing (and I’m sorry, you can NOT convince me that they get back together in the end, that’s stupid, they had literally no chemistry whatsoever). And anyway, I’ve ranted way, way longer than I need to. But I have to set the record straight. I don’t HATE Jake English, I just think he’s dumb as a bag of teeth and I’m sick of seeing his face.

2. I’m actually having a hard time thinking of anyone specific. The more I learn about most characters, the more I like them. Seriously, I’m trying to think of a character that I like even a little bit less than my first impression of them. Maybe Connor? But I wasn’t really super crazy about him from the beginning, so I feel like that doesn’t count. I guess I’m going to have to go with Tristan from A Pirate’s Tale (even though that doesn’t technically count as New Albion but FUCK IT, I’m counting it) because like, “Ride the Hemp” is my jam and an awesome song, but when you actually read the script, he’s just kind of a dick. So yeah, I guess that’s it.

3. Again, there’s no one in particular. I think both Liliana and Nissa fall under “I used to love them a lot, but now I’m feeling a bit more ambiguous about them”--Liliana because DAMN getting a look at how she’s treated Jace all this time from Vraska’s perspective was some SHIT, and Nissa because I don’t particularly approve of her leaving the Gatewatch after all that shit about realizing that Chandra was her friend and all. I don’t know. I don’t hate either of them. Heck, I don’t even dislike either of them. But that’s one thing that’s cool about the constantly shifting perspective in the Magic stories. I just know I’m going to see something from their perspectives that changes everything before too long. Hell, Dominaria is already giving me a lot of Liliana feels.

A Character You Did Not Like At First, But Do Now:

1. See, I actually kind of liked everyone in Homestuck right away. And I’m not even counting Caliborn here, because I never really disliked him, I just never expected him to be my favorite character. I guess maybe Eridan? It’s not even that I particularly like him that much now, I just don’t dislike him as strongly as I did at first. I’m not even sure why. I think that one fansong (”Ugly Story”) kind of increased my affection for him. But he’s still not even in my top 20, so I don’t know.

2. Rachael. I’m not going to lie, the first time I listened to The New Albion Guide to Analogue Consciousness, I thought she was obnoxious. I mean she did lowkey try to get herself killed while singing a big, dramatic song for the sole reason that this guy that she was convinced was her destined love match turned out to be gay. That’s some fuckshit, right there. But the more I listened and the more I thought about her... with all the shit she’s been through, it makes sense. And it’s not like her assumption was totally irrational. Plus, Connor told her that that was the case because Connor’s a fucking idiot. So I’m blaming him for this one. So yeah, Rachael’s actually pretty cool. Plus “The Show No One Saw” is a bop.

3. Hmmmmmmm, I don’t know. I’m honestly drawing a blank. Vraska, maybe? It’s not really that I didn’t like her, but I’ll admit, I kinda was late to the party with a lot of Magic stuff. So I was just like “Wait, isn’t she just that gorgon assassin from Ravnica?” but then Ixalan happened, and she’s my daughter now. So there’s that.

Three OTPs:

1. ....Do I even have to say it? Dirkborn is my real, true OTP. I’m utter trash for this ship. Their whole dynamic is so much fun, and honestly, these boys could be extremely good for each other. Plus, they actually have canon chemistry, so there’s that. Davekat is a real close second. It’s one I actually wasn’t 100% sold on when I first saw it, but now I can’t imagine the comic without it. I’m so happy that it’s canon. I guess third would be Roxy/Calliope, which is funny, since I really didn’t used to like that ship very much. But I’ve come around on it, it’s honestly adorable.

2. Lloydven (Lloyd/Raven) is the obvious one here. I mean, I feel like it’s lowkey the most common OTP in the fandom. But like, damn. I honestly almost cried reading The Ballad of Lloyd Allen. They’re just so in love. Second is probably Leedrian (Lee/Adrian), just because. Honestly, it’s not even that deep fam, I just think they’re cute and also I love Adrian in general. HelMi (Helen/Han Mi) is a very, very close third, if not second. Like if you cry every time. Seriously, just.... FUCK.

3. Vraska/Jace. They had BETTER get that fucking date on Ravnica! If they don’t I will scream! That’s the best ship Magic has right now, I’m sorry, that’s just how it is. Now, I will say, I’m at a bit of a loss here. I used to ship the Gatewatch as an OT5 (Gideon/Jace/Liliana/Chandra/Nissa) but I feel like that’s been complicated by a lot of other feelings I have about individual members, so I’m not sure I really ship it anymore, leaving me kind of adrift. Honestly, though? Saheeli/Huatli had better fucking sail, so I’m going to call that #2 for right now. Please let them make a robot dinosaur together! And Chandra/Nissa is still fucking quality, I don’t care what happens.

OKAY so now I have to tag people. Since KC didn’t bother tagging 10 I’m not gonna, either. Just, any mutual who wants to can take it. For the sake of actually tagging people though, let’s say.... @draconicmentalist @stokerbramwell @gearydigit @the-cheese-hive-mind @swiftyscreativitycorner @vadvivon @humanmosquito And tbh there’s a lot of other people I would want to tag but I don’t remember everyone’s URLs and tbh I’ve already spent enough time on this post so, PLEASE DO THIS IT’S FUN

[fatesinthenight]

Ed's Son (part 4)

Jr. made it back to the ranch alone. He gave his horse back and walked away from the barn over to the side. He sat under a tree and leaned against the trunk of it. Jr. didn't know why he was feeling this way. His head felt fuzzy and he just closes his eyes to try to compose himself. He hears footsteps coming toward him and sighs.

"Dad I want to be alone right now." Jr. saids annoyed.

"It's me." Jr. opens his eyes and sees you standing infront of him. 

"Did my dad send you here? He cant come here himself." Jr huffs and looks away from you.

"No I wanted to come here myself. Can I sit with you?" You point to a spot beside him. Jr. shrugs and you take that as a yes sitting beside him. "Jr. I know we don't really know each other so it isn't my place to tell you anything but I think you need to hear your dad out."

"Why? It is pretty obvious he doesn't want me around. Im clearly being replaced." Jr. saids straight forward.

"Is that what you think? O no Jr. that's not what he is doing. He would never replace you. He wants you in his life very much your his son." You look at him softly.

"Am I really his son. I mean I was made to be his son sure but I don't feel like I am sometimes. I mean when I was created I was already older not a kid or a baby. I just popped out. Dad didn't really get a chance to raise me because I was made already old enough to take care of myself." Jr saids picking up a leaf and fiddling with it. "So when I saw how he was with you and your daughter it was like he was getting that chance to be with a kid unlike with me who he couldn't do that with. It made me feel like that's what he wanted and since I'm already older he can now have a chance to see someone grow up like actually raise them." He looks at you. "I know he gets busy and I know he has to deal with fans on him at times or whatever madness the other guys are up to but I still feel like he could have made more time for me. You seem like a really good person and im glad my dad found you don't get me wrong. But I feel like im slowly getting replaced..."

You look at Jr. feeling sorry. "Jr. your dad is never going to replace you. Your his son. I still don't fully understand how this whole ego thing works but to me you two are a real father and son not just some characters that were made to go together." You turn over to face Jr. "You know when I first met your dad it was because he was trying to sell me something. Katie was already in school and I was home alone having a pretty shitty day. My ex partner said that were to busy to be with Katie and were going out of town. I was so mad and telling myself how could I have fallen for this guy back in school. Then when we found out Katie was coming they didn't want anything to do with it. But Katie came and to me that was the only good thing from that relationship. My ex was around for a while but them they began to slowly back away. But after a few years of being gone they came back and said they wanted to be with Katie. I gave them a chance and Katie spent time with them. It seemed good but sometimes they just say they don't have time for her and leave her alone only to make up for it with a gift of anything Katie wanted. That day I had enough of the cycle, Katie didn't deserve that." You smile suddenly. "Then here comes your dad at my door. I didn't want to open it but did it anyway. He was standing there with that stupid stance of his holding onto his pants. I am a fan of Mark so I reconized him. He saids of course I did im the handsome one ya know. So he starts trying to sell me some of his merchandise saying it was for charity but also if they raised enough money he gets to shave Willford's mustache off. I told him sounds like a good reason to get something and went for my wallet. Funny thing is I honestly wanted a shirt of Silver cuz he is my favorite but I didn't tell him that. As I went into my wallet a picture of Katie fell out and he picked it up for me. He said I had a cutie on my hands and wait my partner and I must be proud. When he said that I started to tear up suddenly like my pent up feeling couldn't take it anymore. So I cried infront of him."

Jr. remembers that charity event. He remembered his dad didn't get enough sales that day surprisingly. You continue laughing softly. "He was so confused and didn't know what to do. He said he was sorry if he said something wrong and stayed there while I cried it out. I told just let it all out to a complete stranger. I told him how I was practically a singe parent and how I wish I could make things better for Katie. How I felt so alone in this because no one really came to help me the whole time. I did everything on my own. I didn't mind it as long as Katie had a happy life but I know I need to but I would give it up for her just to see her smile and not cry when my ex bailed on her again. After I let it out I realized I just told my life story to a random person. I thought he was going to think I was stupid and walk away but he didn't. He said well that's some bullshit." You smile more. "He told me then my ex is a darn fool to be missing out on being a parent. That being one is great and he should know because he has a son of his own. He told me he was also a single parent and understand how hard it could be. How sometimes he wishes he had someone to help him because he feels he is doing something wrong and the other egos were not much help because they weren't parents. He said some days he feels like he is messing up but when he sees his son do something good it gives him hope that he is going something right. He made me feel so much better, I always felt like that and it was the first time someone told me it was ok to feel like that sometimes and I wasn't alone. I thanked him and went to give him the money for the shirt and he didn't take it. He told me it was free for me but if I really wanted to pay it off I would go out with him. Gosh he was such a dork saying he was putting on the southern charm."

You pat Jr's hand. "Parents aren't perfect. We mess up too even if you think we don't. When you become a parent you don't get a handbook with all of the answers. You have to go through trial and error. Some days you think you got it then others you have not clue what to do. Its a learning process. We think was are doing the right thing when maybe it isn't. We want to make our child's life better than the one we had wanting them to be better than us. We want them to not want to be like us when they grow up but better than us. Jr. your father wants you to be better than him and wants you to have something better. I know he has a hard time expressing himself being the business man he is but he tries. All you have to do is listen to him." You stand up and look down at Jr. "Your dad is still at that opening if your wondering. I came here alone. You can still go to him. I'm going to see how Katie is."

You start to walk away when you hear Jr. move. "(Y/N)..." You turn to see Jr. standing. He doesn't say anything but then he walks over and hugs you. You didn't expect that to happen. You don't know what to do exactly but decide to hug him back. "Thank you for that." He lets go and backs away. "I'm really thankful you came here to talk to me." He goes on ahead of you. "I meant what I said though. I'm really glad my dad found you, I haven't seen him look this happy in a while." With that Jr. goes off in the barn and you see him come out on a horse running to where Ed is at.

You watch him leave hoping everything will be fine. Jr. makes it to where Ed is and ties of his horse with his father's. He walks over to Ed who is now sitting at the boulder he was at with you sulking. Jr. comes up slowly. "Hey dad."

Ed doesn't look at Jr. as he continues to look at the water. "I know im a bad dad Jr. I know you think I don't care and only wanted to get rid of you but that's not it. The reason I put you in a different place was because I didn't want you to get mixed up with me. I have to deal with a brooding devil, crazy pink maniac, a egotistic doctor, a complicated blind man who's mood swings are something else, a hero who keeps wanting to get bitten by something radioactive go get his true powers, a cocky T.V host who is really a big pushover, a crazy obsessed little lovestruck psychopath, a man who sometimes gets stuck in a tree trying to be one with the squirrels, and a droid who thinks he is so smart but doesn't know a thing about human interactions who's three brothers each make up a part of the human emotion he cant handle."

At the ego house everyone sneezes. They look around feeling someone just insulted them in some way.

"Even so I love them all to death because we are all the same. Except Dark, he gets a small five present of love cuz he keeps the house in order and pays the bills, yet still a dam ass."

Dark sneezes again.

"I don't want you to be around that. I want you to have somethin normal. I have to deal with that 24/7 and sometimes it does drive me mad but I know I contribute to the chaos too. I wanted ya to have a real life than what I have. When you were made with me I had no idea how to be a parent. I remember askin Google to help me and he gave me online tips and Host found me parenting books. We had good times together even if I tried to sell ya off at times as a gag. Then after some times when Dark said we were all getting a house together I wanted to take ya with me. But then after thinking about it for a while it hit me what you would get yourself into. I decided maybe if ya weren't living with all of us ya would be better." Ed looks at Jr. seriously taking off his glasses. "Ednarb Eddeth Edgar Jr. you are my only son and I love ya."

Jr looks at his dad full of emotion. He hugs his father tightly and Ed does to with his hat falling off. "I love you too dad." Jr saids softly.

"Mister Ed!!! Jr.!!!" They let go of each other and look out to see Katie from a distance jumping up and down. Once you notice her she runs over to meet you. "I did a lot of fun stuff today!"

"Ya did now hu?" Ed smiles at her.

"Yes. We saw all the animal. We got to pet them too. I held a baby chick!! We got to draw stuff and we learned stuff about cowboys. Oooo we made some bracelets." Katie pulls out two bracelets from her pocket. "These are for you."

The bracelets had on colorful beads on them and their name spelled out in square beads. Jr's string was red and had blue, yellow, orange, and green beads. Ed's had a blue string with pink, purple, red, and black beads.

"Awwww thanks Katie I like it." Jr puts his on. "Did you do it by yourself?"

"I did. I did. It was fun." Katie saids twirling around. "I also made friends!! They go to school with me and we talked about horsies."

"Now that sounds great. Hey how about we go look at the lake. You and to learn how to skip a stone?" Jr. asks.

"I wanna!!" Katie tugs Jr. away and he laughs at how strong she is to pull him off. They are close to the water and Jr. picks up some rocks and starts teaching Katie.

"She was so excited to give those to you two." You sit beside Ed. He looks at you and notices you have a beaded necklace.

"Why do you get the necklace? That's unfair." Ed pouts.

You laugh and put on Ed's hat back. "Hey im the parent. I get the better bling." You smile at Ed. "So how did it go?"

"I think it's a start. But im gad we talked." Ed holds your hand. "Thank you for talking to him. Ya really didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to. Your important to me so he is important to me to." You lay your head on his shoulder. "I'm glad we did this Ed." You watch Jr. and Katie throwing rocks at the water happily and she giggles at a big splash of water from a big rock Jr. tosses in. "They seem to like each other."

Ed snuggles closer to you. "Yea they do. Kind of like a family."

When he saids family it makes your heart skip a beat. You look up at him and kiss his cheek. "We will see wont we."

"O I believe I can be persuasive in that. I can sell you off on that." Ed laughs. "Well I think we are good here. Want to go somewhere else?"

"Hmmmm I want dinner." You pat your tummy. "You know I have a big appetite so what do you say."

"Did I ever tell you I love a good person who knows how to eat?" Ed smiles and kisses you softly. He wraps an arm around you and you don't want time to let go.

"Ewww kissy faces." You stop and see Katie covering her eyes and Jr. smirking.

"I think that means we should go." You laugh.

You all  go back to the horses laughing. Katie wasn't to ride with Ed. He get up and Jr. passes her to him in the front. Ed tells her to hold on as the horse walks off. She giggles at Ed making jokes and he tells her he likes his bracelet as it dangles on his wrist. He even puts his had on her and she saids she is a cowgirl. You look at them happily and so does Jr. He watches everyone smiling thinking this wont be so bad.