#ohhh my god tumblr what did you do to cut feature why is it like that

[graffitibible]

PLEASE dig more into the intricacies of ghoul and gogo's relationship I'd LOVE to hear more!!

OH THANK GOD, i have SO MANY THOTS about this relationship

im putting this under a cut because it got. ridiculously long lmao. im sorry you can indulge me if you want

one of the hardest things about writing ghouls pov is that he is, consistently, a ridiculously unreliable narrator. their awareness of themself and other people is on so many different levels of disordered thinking and his sense of self is so distorted by a chemical cocktail of neuroses, compartmentalized trauma, and a lifetime of severe self-loathing. they’re like ten layers deep into this mental bullshit and don’t have the tools to unpack it. whenever ghoul meets someone new, theres a fundamental paranoia and fear regarding what their motives might be in regards to him. thats why they approach everything with so much defensiveness and the general assumption that someone has an ulterior motive. this is actually pretty common coming from kids with roughed up backgrounds like ghoul’s. unprompted kindness absolutely terrifies him because they assume theres some kind of trick there - historically, all the people in his life who were supposed to be “safe” weren’t so this is one of the rules of the world that ghoul’s internalized as fact. and because ghoul is scared basically all the time they tend to grab that fear and channel it into being angry instead because that nets him more control of the situation.

basically: ghoul is two thousand tons of radioactive maladaptive coping mechanisms packed into a five foot two goblin who hates the idea of being scared all the time and has chosen instead to channel all that fear into being An Absolute Nightmare.

narratively, i needed ghoul to have at least one positive relationship in his life so that there was a basis for some good relationships in the fabulous four collective. i needed ghoul to have some kind of context of “this is what it’s like to trust someone, this is what it’s like to love someone so goddamn much you’d do unspeakable things to keep them safe, this is what it’s like to have someone in your life who has your back unconditionally.” granted, thats not how this relationship ended, but at least for a minute there, gogo and ghoul had each other’s backs. that was important because i needed ghoul to have some experience in navigating a positive relationship. 

it wasn’t originally gonna be newsagogo, but i did know that gogo was gonna cross paths with ghoul prior to their run-in with poison and kobra - this was something i settled on sometime while i was writing part two of “starry-eyed.” gogo was meant to be a) one of the ways to contextualize a lot of the Shit in the zones that ghoul didn’t have an opportunity to learn about on their own time and b) one of the key ways that ghoul gets to cement a real genuine sense of justice. prior to that, ghoul had this unfocused hatred of bli the way most people in the zones do but didn’t have a real big picture understanding of how best to chip away at that kinda construct. the closest thing to it was gangs that were super bloodthirsty and liked to hunt dracs for sport but these groups weren’t interested in dismantling the institution of bli, just the catharsis of blasting dracs to hell and back. so when i got to this run-in proper, there were enough similarities in their characters (both tech-heads, both with some deep-seated vendettas against bli, both prone to couching their Real Problems in humor and deflection, etc.) for me to go “hang on.....what if....” and i could kill 2 birds with one narrative stone.

that being said oh man i did not expect writing that relationship to hurt the way it did. 

because on a lot of levels, these two really got each other! ghoul can read gogo’s expressions and body language so easy. ghoul, like jet, is an extrovert; he recharges best around people they trust. gogo’s the same. like, one thing i feel like i didn’t do well enough in that chapter was cement that, objectively speaking, gogo didn’t strictly need ghoul’s help. newsagogo is fully capable of setting up and running that station all on their own. ghoul suspected this from the start, sure, but gogo has a good grasp of tech and could probably do most of the setup herself. BUT she offers this hand to him because she doesn’t like running this station alone. she likes people and likes being around people - hence why she’s so desperate to get herself really networked into the desert and capable of calling up other dj buddies of hers. it’s pretty common practice for a dj to have a partner or team to back them up (in case they need a runner, in case they need to pack their stuff and go, in case they need someone to spot them, etc.) so gogo was in the market for that - and ghoul was a good candidate. a tech-brain, someone good with radios and obscure gear? that’s ideal runner material, and gogo doesn’t have to do this shit on her own.

and newsagogo was a really good influence on ghoul in a lot of ways. she’s the first person to go “hey let’s just do shit for fun” without any ulterior motive. takes them out drinking for fun, likes to drink soda on the roof for fun (this did not always end well but the intention was in the right place). that’s a new thing for ghoul, who’s always felt fundamentally unwanted. in every group and crew and relationship he’s had prior to this one, there was always the undercurrent of “they’re using me. they’re using me and once they’re done using me they’re gonna ditch me or kill me.” so while gogo’s doing these casual bonding activities ghoul is like WHAT IS THE ULTERIOR MOTIVE HERE and their paranoia is eating away at him and theres really honestly no other shoe that needs to drop here but thats not something that registers on ghoul’s radar.

even with that rocky start ghoul was picking up a lotta stuff from gogo, like that aforementioned sense of justice. and it was with a positive relationship like that one that i could bring out just how person-oriented fun ghoul is. like, the way i write the fab four, someone like party poison is task-oriented. fun ghoul (and jet star, actually) are both person-oriented. that’s why fun ghoul becomes so ride-or-die for newsagogo. this is actually like...their default state of being if allowed to get close to people lol. fun ghoul has a distorted sense of self that causes him to rank their own safety and self-worth way below everyone else’s along with a default propensity to love people...deeply. ghoul loves people ungently. they love people with everything they are. will easily put himself in a position to die if it means that the people they love are safe. part of this is setting up just how easy it was for the fab four and ghoul in particular to make that suicidal, sacrificial call in “SING” but part of this is just who fun ghoul is as a person. so when gogo gets hurt, ghoul goes ahead and conjures up every scrap of leverage he has against tommy chow mein and basically sets it on fire because that’s what ghoul loving someone is like. it’s ghoul trying to take apart anything that threatens the people they give a shit about and being wholly capable and willing to set himself on fire to keep the people they love warm.

they complimented each other incredibly well in a way that surprised me. like, ghoul gets people in a way gogo doesn’t, and vice versa. gogo has the attack plan and knows how they intend to set about dismantling bli with careful, calculated movements, but ghouls the one that suggests “hey, you know that if youre a dj you actually have a lot of political capital in the zones, technically??” like not with those words but thats the basic gist behind what they suggested. prior to that it didn’t occur to gogo to use DJing as a route to get what they needed but DJs have a lot of clout in the zones with the right crowds and ghoul’s hunch turned out to be correct. gogo’s the person who can do the face-to-face interactions in a clear and concise way, who can sell good headlines on the airwaves, but ghouls the one who comes at those interactions with the requisite suspicion to realize when things could be off - it’s that paranoid initiative that saves gogo’s life when that bomb goes off.

ofc once ghoul realized that they gave this much of a shit about newsagogo he immediately tried to stop thinking about it because this kind of unconditional caring for someone? that’s brand new. and it terrifies the shit out of him. because all of a sudden, ghoul doesn’t have the handy back door that they’ve always had. if shit really gets bad, he tells himself consistently, they can just leave. they can ditch whoever they’re with and it’ll be fine. but when ghoul gives this much of a shit about someone, the idea of leaving feels like trying to carve your heart out with a spoon. every time gogo expressed this casual affection ghoul does his best to brush it aside or willfully forget it - but they dont, really. subconsciously that’s always there. and no matter what kind of bad blood manages to end up between them, ghoul can’t forget that this is the first person who he actually wanted to call a friend; they keep that pendant gogo gave him for the rest of their life.

but ultimately, the pair of them fell apart because they both grew in such a way that they couldnt be in each other’s lives forever. gogo prioritizes the cause over her interpersonal relationships; that’s just the kind of person they are in this stage of rebellion against bli. gogo can look at her personal happiness and acknowledge that something like that is secondary to their goals. war is about sacrifice and gogo understands this. newsagogo knows that she might not survive to the end of it, knows full well that their agents might not survive to the end of it, and has accepted these consequences. losing some of their agents doesn’t shake gogo the same way it does ghoul.

because ghoul’s the kind of person who can’t accept that. this is the first positive relationship he’s had in their life and he doesn’t wanna lose it. he doesn’t wanna lose newsagogo over a big blanket cause. the seeds for that kind of “will die bleeding for this cause” are there, but ghoul is a socially-oriented person and very person-oriented in general. and fundamentally, fun ghoul is a deeply compassionate person who can’t help but empathize: the micro will always supersede the macro. it’s easier for ghoul to charge into battery city to save a little girl than it would to charge into battery city for a vaguely defined reason that might further a broader cause.

unfortunately, because gogo and ghoul had two such different approaches to this and because ghoul is a volatile person, they did that thing where uh. again, this is pretty common in abuse survivors, but ghoul did that thing where he detonates their positive relationships because this was always a foregone conclusion to someone ensconced in so many paranoid maladaptive coping mechanisms and at least this way, with ghoul going off, the relationship gets to detonate in a way that ghoul can control. a lot of those moments where ghoul acts like an absolute little nightmare have to do with that notion of control; this way, fun ghoul gets to decide when and how the relationship ends and for someone who did not get a lot of control over anything in their early life, this is how he compensates.

i wrote this fuckin. tragic “friends who drifted apart, who didn’t see the cracks in the foundation of their relationship until they were using them to splinter themselves away from each other” with no basis in anything canon and fucked myself up over it and why did i do this?

this was an essay and a half but yeah feel free to yell at me about newsagogo and fun ghoul cause THATS a niche fucking friendship i didnt expect to mess me up the way it did

[waitingtobeimpressed]

The Silent Serpent Part 1

Chapter 1 - South Side High

Sweetpea x OC

Part 1

Warnings: maybe a lil bit a violence but that’s life for you.

Word count: quite a bit.

The picture is mine and I did, in fact, create it. And umm if you didn't notice it can kind of only be used for my story because it has the title of the book and my name in it Sooooooo......

I also did not create Riverdale but some people get salty about not making that clear. However, I did create the character of Maeble Mikaelson/ Forgarty and all the relationships she forms. So. Yeh.

Yes her name is Maeble Mikaelson. For a bit of context, her mothers maiden name is Mary Mikaelson and her Fathers name was Fish Forgarty  (It's complicated), She prefers to use Forgarty as her last name because to put it lightly she hates her mother with a passion…

She doesn’t remember her father because he was given life in prison when she was still a baby. We might see more of him in the future though...

I’m still new to the whole Tumblr thing so just give a chance and hopefully, I will figure it out. 

Car pollution and second-hand smoke filled Maeble Forgartys lungs as she and fangs pulled into South Side High car park. It hadn’t been the first time she had been here even though this was the first time she was actually attending the school.

Maeble spent every summer she could remember on the south side. Her father, who was brothers with fangs’ dad, was a serpent so she knew the majority of the people she saw here. Her mother didn’t really approve of gang lifestyle and shipped her off to England where she attended a prestigious school for ‘Troubled Young Ladies’. Maeble laughed to herself every time that place happened to come up in conversation because she was hardly a rebellious child. She was quite the opposite actually as she didn’t even like socializing, let alone cause any trouble.

Fangs jumped off of the bike and gave Mae a huge grin. She, in return, gave him an eye roll.

“Why are you happy?, if anything I’m going to embarrass you…” She said sliding off a taking a wary glance at her immediate surroundings. Looking to the school she noticed the hoards of students around the entrance, taking turns in tormenting the people who attempted to make their way inside. To her left, she spotted the large row of motorbikes, a line in which they were also sat. Fangs noticed this and smirked with pride.

“Can’t I just be happy that the closest thing I have to a sister is going to be going to the same school as me?” Fangs continued to smile to the point it was starting to make mae feel uneasy. Almost like he was planning something.

“Shut up, Do all of these bikes belong to serpents?” Maeble questioned with a bit of amazement, already knowing the answer.

“Yeh, but this one,” he said and patted the bike they had just ridden in on. “Is the coolest” he stated. Maeble raised her eyebrows and nodded her head. ���I dunno Fangs, that one is pretty impressive.” mae said and began to walk to one that had caught her eye. It was completely black except the sliver handlebars and rims of the wheels.

“You would fucking say that wouldn’t you?” Fangs huffed in defeat. “That’s Peas”. Maeble and Sweet Pea had met a few years back when she came to stay with her aunt and fangs for the summer when she was nine. He had immediately taken a liking to her and it quickly became obvious that he wanted to make her life as hard as possible.

Death by cheesy pickup lines…

So whenever she came to stay in the future Maeble would do anything in her power to stay away from him. Not in a cruel way, just as a way of self-preservation for his influence.

Mae’s eyes widened with annoyance “Well, in that case, you’re right, your old, rusty piece of crap is the coolest.” Fangs smiled with satisfaction not letting her words hit him too hard. He Swung his tanned muscled arm around her pale shoulders and guided her towards the entrance of the school. As they walked up the steps of South Side High she could feel the burning glare of at least half of the student body as they quickly ascended. Once they were through the doors Fangs removed his arm and took Mae’s bag and deposited it into a little grey tray and continued to guide her through the metal detector. On the other side, Fangs grabbed the bag again and handed to her

“Well, that was quite the experience.” She mumbled sarcastically (Sounding extremely Britsh making her cringe), pushing her thick, blonde coils of hair out of her face and back into place. Maeble’s hair had always been unruly, but it was only recently that she had become hyper-aware of what it was doing. Mae grabbed a black hairband for her wrist that was already cutting off the circulation to her hand. She attempted to grab all of her wavy curls with one hand and successfully managed a half decent messy bun with minimal effort. Smiling at her self she looked up to see what fangs were doing.

“That was a sight…” he grinned at her playfully.

Maeble rolled her eyes and jabbed him in the ribs. “ you have No idea how much practice and still was needed to pull that off, dear, sweet, baby cousin.” Fangs started to walk away without any explanation. Only looking back to see if she was following. When he saw that she wasn’t he quickly made a hand gesture and she casually followed, trying not to look threatened as a row of greasy Goulies hit their fists against the battered lockers and wolf whistled in her direction. “FRESH MEAT” A voice boomed and echoed through the corridor as almost everyone stopped what they were doing to look. Fangs came to meet her halfway and swung his arm over her shoulder again, glaring at everyone who dared make eye contact with him.

“She’s spoken for, shes with the Serpents” Fangs shouted and they continued around a corner until they were out of sight. 

“Shit, Shit. Shit. Fuck” Fangs rambled as his pace slowed, pulling his free hand through his gelled hair. He looked panicked, not his usual state. Fangs had always had a laid-back demeanour, even when he was being scolded. The Serpent institution was an absolute breeze for him.

“What?” Mae asked, genuinely confused and only slightly insulted that she was being treated like today's entertainment.

“Well, darling Cousin. I pretty much just told the whole school you have aligned yourself with us, which puts an even bigger target on your back that if were still a sheep… so it's not great.“ he said.rubbing the back of his head

Suddenly an ear-piercing ringing noise filled the already bustling halls and everyone started to file into the designated classroom. “ Shit, where the fuck is…” Mae Paused to pull her class schedule from her black denim jean pocket. “ B10? History, I think?” Mae looked up, either hoping that Fangs would be in the same class or at least he would be close by.

Fangs’ bad mood jumped off of his face and an evil grin appeared. “Ohhh, unlucky… Soz Cuz, looks like you have Mr Stevens, or over wise know as ‘Brass Balls’”.

“I’m not even gonna ask” Mae sighed and followed Fangs into the classroom. He motioned for her to enter and as soon as she did her bright blue eyes locked with a certain tall Serpent she was hoping to avoid like the plague. He smiled a sickly sweet grin and Maeble turned oh her heal and left, bumping into a hard chest just outside of the room.

“Fangs!” She exclaimed as she hit him lightly. “You arse. You knew he was in there didn’t you?”.

Fangs pretended to look innocent but Maeble knew they had set is up. Those assholes, she thought. Fangs spun her around and pushed her back into the classroom. “I had no idea he would be here, honest, scouts honour, And you cant be skipping on the first day, you're giving the serpents a bad name,” he muttered as he quickly ran back out of the room smirking, leaving her to stand awkwardly at the front. Maeble’s eyes scanned the room hoping to find a seat that was as far away from Sweet Pea as possible. She found one relatively close to the front and as soon as she sat she hear her name being called out from the back.

“Mae Mike? Is that you?” Maeble smiled recognising the voice and the nickname instantly. She turned in her seat to see Toni grinning wildly.

“Toni, God Damned, Topaz!” Toni jumped out of her seat and ran to the front of the classroom, engulfing mae with a soft hug. When they broke apart Mae took the time to see how much her best and only friend had changed over the past year. Toni had defiantly grown into her body, looking absolutely stunning in a black pair of waist-high shorts and a red flannel shirt tied off around her hips. Her long wavy hair was somehow longer and sporting pink stripes that highlighted the structure of her slender face.

“ What the hell are you doing here?” she asked, kicking the kid out of the seat in front of me so she could face me.

“I moved in with Fangs Last weekend… Mum was getting to be a bit much and I got kicked out of the third boarding school she sent me to…”  Mae said, smiling when she saw the impact her words had on Toni’s face.

Toni stood up and held her hand out, offering it for Mae to take.

“wha-?” Maeble started but she was yanked out of her seat and being dragged to the back of the classroom, to where the Serpents sat, to where SP sat. “you can’t sit down there, you’re an honorary Serpent, which means No Ghoulies” mae was confused but she noticed Toni’s line of gaze no longer matched hers. Mae followed it to see a slim, bleach blonde girl twiddling a piece of her hair in between her fingers as she flirted with a boy who was sat in front of her. The boy, that was, being Sweet Pea was straddling his seat so he could face her. “Scram Brit” Toni finished, glaring at the girl until she finally collected her stuff and strutted her the seat Mae was just sat in. Mae slid uncomfortably into the warm seat, feeling Sweet peas eyes gaze over her facial features. He didn’t turn around, but then again Mae didn’t think he would.

“Female Forgarty, always a pleasure,” He said as he leaned in even closer, so he could rest his elbows on the table.

“Not for me.” Mae rolled her eyes, Let the torture begin, She thought.  

[stone-man-warrior]

January 27, 2021: 11:31 am:

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This post is a very challenging one to make:

1st try:

the bastards are deleting my screenshots from my computer, I cannot show you the ones that explain how the power was being shut off, twice as I tried to post this information.

2nd try:

The other part of the second try:

Power came back on again at 11:29 am.

The bastards watched me do research from their Centurylink terror HQ.

They saw that I was interested in that 1966 Disneyland Souvenir Map, the one that features the Space Mountain Attraction at the park, and is on the map, but was not actually there until 1977 according to online records, my recollection is that the Space Mountain Attraction was not completed and available to ride until the late 1980′s.

So, if you survived a visit to Disneyland in the 1960′s, and purchased one of those souvenir maps, then you wandered around the Disneyland Theme Park looking for Space Mountain because it was on the map, but no one ever saw the Space Mountain Attraction until about 20 years after it was put on the Disneyland map.

We could talk about just that little bit of Disney terror for a couple of days, and still not cover everything there is to know about the Space Mountain Attraction, why it was on a map, or why it was not actually present.

However, in absence of anyone who is interested in BIG TERROR enough to interview me about that, or other eye-witness Disney terror that is also documented on this Tumblr account, I just want to point out what I started to point out earlier when Pac Pow and Centurylink shut me down.

That is, that the source of Time Warp Terror happening on Twitter, can be traced to where it has happened in the past, two places are Chrysler, and Disneyland Buena Park.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Mountain_(Magic_Kingdom)

At that Wikipedia page there is a lot of special wording specifically crafted to make confusion about the actual opening date, and about the construction of the Space Mountain Attraction.

Attraction.

Attraction.

Attraction.

It’s on the map in 1966. Is an attraction. Every kid there has a Disney map and is looking for the thing that is attracting them to ride the Space Mountain Ride Attraction.

Capture the children, train them as terror soldiers, use them as sex slaves, make “partner surgical experimental pet people” from the strongest of “Specimens”, and blame the parents for the disappearance of the children at the theme park.

That is the direction of research that is necessary when studying Disney.

I have seen the result of the “Partners” while at the Disney Buena Park location.

They kidnapped my children at the Disney theme park, I had to chase after the people who stole my children there. There is a access door within the Gettysburg Address Abraham Lincoln attraction on Mainstreet USA at Disney Buena Park. That door leads to where Micheal Eisner’s office is at, and there are Partner victims in there to serve his desires.

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1:30 pm:

https://twitter.com/BorisJohnson/status/1354505365250068483

This and some other Tweets from the Johnson Twitter account and others referencing discussion between Boris Johnson and Joe Biden is the source of many attacks at my home. Today’s double whammy power outage was one of the things that these Tweets ordered to happen through Twitter used as a medium for saying terror command murder hit orders.

Climate Leadership is about “new Clear Weapons”, nitrous oxide, medazolam, other “boutique” custom airborne gasses. There are gasses that produce a wide variety of symptoms when exposed to them, one of them causes instant super powerful laxative symptoms, “holy shit gas?”... I don’t know what they call that one. There is a “boutique” “new clear weapon” called “Sewer Gas”, that one makes the same symptoms as Sea Sickness, nausea, vertigo, head ache, light sensitivity, other sea sickness symptoms, but without the vomiting, lasts about four hours. The “new clear weapons” give an attacker an advantage, while rendering the victims unable to defend themselves. The gasses also produce long term symptoms such as the rash I have on my shin, is very painful, comes with swelling of the leg, and internal burning sensation that is frightening, makes the victim go to a doctor, where they are exterminated in a highly controlled environment.

net zero = internet hero = someone who is trying to say details of Britain/SAG terrorism and mass murder.

2050 = “two-piece” = cut someone in two parts = remove head = cut in two at the waist... any “two-piece” human condition made possible with a blade or wire snare, or other means to make a cut.

“protect 30% of land and ocean by 2030″:

Three miles out off shore is International Waters.

There are two shores in the sentence, water is between.

The “0″ is the water for this one.

It’s symbolic of: “Protect the international terror army who are pirates, and who kill everyone”, is a reasonable translation in English.

Johnson says he wants to meet Biden at my house with the part about “I look forward...”

So, those are two opposing terror army’s who are in alliance, made an agreement that both of the opposing armies share a common interest, and that is to kill me, because I keep fouling up their terror mass murdering that they are doing, and are actually both terror army’s are in competition with one another for Global Domination.

Boris Johnson is secretly part of the Donald Trump/Pope Benedict Vatican/SAG/Canadian/Britain terror army, while Joe Biden is part of the Britain/SAG/Canadian/Pope Francis (Bergoglio) Vatican/Google terror army.

The main difference between the two army’s, is that the Johnson team is pro-Pope Benedict, a German Pope, while the Biden team is pro-Francis (Bergoglio/Google), a fake, Screen Actor Guild Pope.

The thing about Pope Francis and company, is they hijacked the Vatican, from Christian Pirates who have 2021 years of pirating experience of Christian Crusades terror... the real McCoy Christian Pirates.

Meanwhile, the real Christian Pirates don‘t want to spoil the front of Christianity that has been working so well for them for 2021 years so far, so, those guys are OK with learning about who are the idiots who are stepping on their toes. It could take some time, but eventually, the Joe Biden Screen Actor Guild variety of actors who think they only hijacked the Vatican, head Christians, but actually walked in on... ohhh... a den of Lions. so to speak... the Biden’s are all going to slowly disappear, while the Benedict teams clean things up nice and quiet, over time, is no big deal for them, they have been pirates for 2021 years.

My read of the bigger picture, includes that SAG was supposed to do some “contract work” for Britain, starting pretty much with assassination of JFK, and they did their jobs as they were supposed to do for many decades. Then, something changed at Screen Actor Guild HQ. They got greedy, they wanted more power, more control, maybe learned some secret details of the reasons why Britain hired them to command the Canadian terror army...

So, the SAG decided to create some circumstances on their own. The result seems to have been that Jorge Bergoglio, an actor from Aarrgentina, became Pope, and is a Screen Actor Guild member, is mostly Democrat, and he stepped in where Pope Benedict was at, in the lead guitar position on stage at the Vatican Choir playing a Gibson 1958 Flying V through a stack of Marshall Plexi’s, with ample selection of effect peddles for custom tonality at the Choir Show.

“Those pesky Screen Actor Guild members are going Rogue” said the head Benedict.

“What should we do, boss?” said the Cardinals and Bishops.

“We are going to give them enough rope, that they all hang themselves” said the head Benedict.

He went on to say: “That takes us off of the menu at the fish restaurant, we are just going to ride around on the coat tails of the SAG Rogue fools. That way, they will take the heat, for everything we are going to continue to do, as per usual, standard Crusade pirate work that we do for taking over the world”

And so it’s working out where the Christian Front that was once in control of the OG Original Gangster (Benedict) Christian Pirates, is now the front that is being controlled by the Bergoglio SAG team, who brought Google with them, so, the Benedict team likes that, they can access everything Google is doing the same way that the SAG Bergolio’s can. And, the Benedict team can do that, while being a Ghost Ship, where the Bergoglio SAG team cannot figure out why so many things go wrong so often for them, as the Benedict team just stays quiet, looking innocent, and fouling up the activity of the Bergoglio’s as needed, while keeping them out front, in the limelight.

Both teams were recently all exposed to one another.

The Bergoglio’s were not prepared for the reality that the Benedict team really are pirates, who have been mass murdering in the name of God for 2021 years. While the Benedict Team has always known exactly WT actual F is going on, the Bergoglio’s only thought it was a British thing, to do contract work of commanding the British terror army, that is Canada, for taking over USA, where they were promised a leading role at the end of the show.

The SAG got greedy, wanted the whole Chi-Wah-Wah.

now the Biden team (SAG) is seeing that Trump drained the Treasury and Reserve, again, and he is screwed, no money.

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3:00 pm:

This is good time for any readers of this account, to “Step the Fuck Back”.

Have a look at the boat.

The explanation above, should explain who Donald Trump is, and why he was sent to take over at the White House.

One of the biggest problems everyone on earth faces with stepping back to have a look at the ship, is that we are seeing the news, as it appeared about in 2008.

Time Warp Terror.

So, we are all looking at this boat, maybe want to buy it, clean it up, make some repairs on the thing, a new mast, new rudder, put a nice wood steering wheel at the helm, the kind with finger gription, and re-do the upholstery, but, the add we are seeing is from an old newspaper classified.

That is the problem with buying the boat. All of the information about it, including it’s current location, is a mystery and may not be accurately depicting the condition of the boat as it looks today.

When Donald Trump landed that TV show called The Apprentice, that time there, within the SAG, was a preparatory time period for him to take the reigns, get into a position to right the Vatican Flying V pirate ship after Mutiny when SAG got greedy at some point.

The name of the show, “The Apprentice” is enough that all of the real pirates, non-SAG British ones, could lend a hand in their own ways without ever having to say a single word about anything they were up to.

So, what we need to also understand, is just as Donald Trump was there, in the world, was already in the kinds of powerful positions that he was in at the time of landing The Apprentice, there are other powerful people, today, in positions of leverage. They are British Knights, as is, or was, Donald Trump.

I was made to believe that Donald Trump exploded in a Bus at the Fred Meyer gas station along with Mark Kiesel of Kiesel Guitars and two or three other people on January 6 2021. The Bus exploded nearby the Josephine County Sheriff’s Office, best guess for the location it blew up is on Beacon Dr. at where the Department of Motor Vehicles is at across from Fred Meyer Department Store. It was a big explosion, but was out of view. I saw Mark Keisel and recognized him at the gas station getting into the bus. I heard the sound of Donald Trump’s voice from withing the Bus. I encountered other musicians that day at the Walgreen’s. I saw someone who looked like Paul Reed Smith at the Walgreen‘s, but, the man looked too old, otherwise was Paul Reed Smith, of PRS Guitars, who I already fought once while inside the jail on June 16, when he, Lars Ulrich, Zakk Wylde, and John Mayer all attacked me in the jail. Paul had rope, and was getting ready to tie it to the second floor railing, while Zakk and John each took a whack at me with a three bladed sword they call a “Trident”. Lars attacked later with the Trident. Those other three were all at once, when Zakk dropped the Trident, John picked it up. I was able to just turn the thing around without ever holding it myself. Same thing happened when Lars took a whack at me, I just did what I do, turned it around without ever holding it.

Paul may not have died that day as I thought he did.

The thing I remember the most about that day, is as those three guys were approaching me at the lunch tables, there was the tiniest little ant on the ground under where I was sitting, cruising for corn bread crumbs on the jail floor.

It was a “Blue Screen” event. Eight Sheriff deputies busted my door in on June 15, I was taken to the jail, arrested for something that never happened, so that I would be within that highly controlled environment for those SAG assassins to kill me the following day. It backfired, and I don‘t know why they allowed me to leave after all of that.

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That is the condition of part of the boat.

It’s in bad shape.

Did Donald Trump explode with Kiesel? Or was his voice planted into the Bus for me and others to hear? I did not see him, I only heard his voice.

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5:41 pm:

https://www.chicagomusicexchange.com/collections/price-drops?utm_campaign=Used%2FVintage%20New%20Arrivals%20%2B%20Price%20Drops%20%2B%20Sell%2FTrade%20Bumper%2027012021%20%28Y5RfjA%29&utm_medium=email&utm_source=Klaviyo&_ke=eyJrbF9jb21wYW55X2lkIjogIlZLeWZ4WCIsICJrbF9lbWFpbCI6ICJzdG9uZS5tYW4ud2FycmlvckBnbWFpbC5jb20ifQ%3D%3D#/filter:ss_cleaned_tags_item_condition:Vintage/filter:ss_cleaned_tags_item_condition:Used

https://www.chicagomusicexchange.com/products/verellen-loucks-50-watt-tube-head-serial-948-used-707872

It’s a hit piece at Chicago Music Exchange.

The progression of screenshots there lead from email to my inbox, to CME, then have a look around, see some interesting items, then this thing, the Verellen 50 Watt Head, (#948).

It’s a one channel amp, has four volume knobs.

Two transformers, one of them is crooked.

There is a: “ Foot-switchable od boost drops additional gain for big distorted sounds (footswitch included)”

The foot-switch has a green light on it. That means the switch requires a battery. The battery is only necessary to power the green light.

(#948 makes this a personally threatening situation for me, I don’t want to say how or why)

It’s a fake amplifier. Costs $1,965, is a Dodge Power Wagon on it’s way to Disneyland Buena Park and is using a old map to get there:

This one. (do research at Eastwood Guitars “Map” model to learn more about connectivity)

https://www.chicagomusicexchange.com/products/national-newport-82-pepper-red-1960s-726679

Some things to consider include that CME has some of the coolest old music gear. The kind of music gear that elderly and disabled Medicare Part-D beneficiaries have in their closets from way back in the day.

YouTube personality Bonzoleum used to work at CME. I met him in California before, is interesting story, I am saving that one. He does drum lessons and other drum related sort of discussions on YouTube. One thing he does, is puts his wallet on his snare drum. He also makes sure everyone knows he is particularly fond of “Paiste 2002″ Cymbals, that translates to money basically. So, he is saying that he is the guy to talk to when the disabled and elderly people have some old vintage drums and cymbals when they are killed by the SAG assassins.

CME is the same as Bonzoleum, but they handle all kinds of disabled and elderly music gear when SAG assassins kill them.

That Verellon means they are after one particular piece of equipment at my house, and they know stuff about it that I don’t even know unless I go look real close at it.

https://www.chicagomusicexchange.com/products/tokai-flying-v-white-2008-lefty-1103082

The V guitar is pretty darn cool at less than $600. It’s a left handed flying V with only two control knobs, and that one features the very hard to find “stubby” head-stock.

The “Stubby” head-stock is lopsided when you look close.

All in all, that guitar says: “Things at the White House are backwards, upside down, and British”.

There are tigers there, but are the tigers are from “Whinnie the Pooh Hundred Acre Woods”, so, Eeyore (democrats) are in some kind of trouble, Piglet could be having some problems, there is probably a “honey shortage” there, there is only one “T-I-Double Ga-Er” at Hundred Acre Woods, so, in addition to other Twitter news about Super Bowl this week, you can know that Lady Gaga (SAG; Nancy Sinatra) is also having some problems, according to Chicago Music Exchange Promotional Email today. That, and Christopher Robin is said to be a singers vocal coach who lives in Hollywood, is common knowledge.

The main issue is at WH is about that Rabbit at Hundred Acre Woods, I forget what the name of the rabbit is.

https://www.chicagomusicexchange.com/products/vox-ac-30-super-twin-amp-set-1964-974268

That VOX AC 30 1964 is holy grail grade amplifier, and is in perfect condition for it’s age. It’s a British amp, why is the British Holy Grail Amp on the bargain table at the Seventh Day Adventist Church Yard Sale? (maybe this is representation of my former spouse, who never told me she was a terrorist bitch, had to find out the hard way).

(there is a Tweet somewhere on Twitter today that describes the situation, is from a high level of government leadership news, I cannot find it right now. It says something about: “Everything is on the table”. Maybe I can find it later.)

So, those parts are national, global, USA, Canada, Vatican (maybe the Flying V guitar speaks about Vatican, not White House, I say it speaks about both Vatican and White House, with some money in between, a “bargain” of sorts between WH and Vatican Bank being “a little short”.

There is more to see and decode at CME. I only showed the highlights.

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7:18 pm:

https://twitter.com/ABCNewsLive/status/1354588611929366530

https://twitter.com/ABC/status/1354627024132911109

I am too optimistic.

The two stories combined along with some other Twitter news seems to be really good news, it looks like the Canadian (Trudeau) terror bastards who took over Wall Street are down range, could be on the menu. I saw some other tweets about “Tags”, so that’s “Elmer Fudd at the NYSE” all licensed for some big game hunting, Mario Brothers are downrange, and Elmer has a Weatherby side-by-side breach barrel, Italia model, with gold hardware trim, engraved. Too Big To Fail may be just right for dinner.

That would be good. ================

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9pra4PRug0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcGP0nXPQ70

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4lT4Omk510

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnyHxb_3nT4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rG0Ws3YfONY

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8:49 pm:

https://twitter.com/NBCNews/status/1354647937821847553

That seems to say that even the Mormons are out of business, Romney won’t be King after all.

I am too optimistic.

We are doomed.

There are no helpful people anywhere around here, computer and phones are still hijacked, no help has come, Twitter is still tweeting, and I am still trying to reach Pittsburgh.

There is no response from anyone, ever, other than the assassins the government sends to kill me.

Today and yesterday the terror bastards are releasing some gas that makes symptoms of overwhelming desire to lay down and fall asleep. Is more powerful than nitrous oxide, is outside, comes into the house from use of the forced air heating, and the negative air pressure inside the house caused by the return air vent draws in the gas through crack around the weatherstripping, and chimney, and other small holes.

See recent Twitter news at major network, State Department, and especially from press secretary @jrpsaki about “Climate Change” and one particular tweet I am looking for yesterday that said something about “we have some new, more powerful tools” or similar statement somewhere at a leading network or government office at Twitter, for possible talk of use of stronger, anesthetic gasses for attack on Jackpine.

The new press secretary looks remarkably similar to Rena Myers formerly of 560 Jackpine dr. Daughter of Juseph Myers. I would give the same description for both of them.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 3

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)**I can’t figure out who I picture more as Kylin, Cara Delevingne or Taylor Momsen, so I’ll be using gifs of both till I get it figured out.** TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies

   I spent the next 4 weeks in Austin. The first week, I barely left the bed, barely eating. The second week, after most of the bruises had healed, leaving only a minor scar above my right eyebrow, I ventured into the living room and out in the backyard. The third week I had been so grateful that no one had brought up the subject that I began to talk again. By the the fourth week I felt a lot better and decided that it was time to go back to Dallas. Jensen had insisted that I could stay, but he also understood my need to move on and past what had been the last 3 years of my life. He lent me the money to find a new loft in one of the sub cities in the Dallas Metroplex, and by the end of the second month I had went back to bar tending, what I did before Anthony forced me to quit working. After working at the most expensive strip club in Fort Worth for only two months, the owner himself promoted me to lead. My life was actually some what normal, and I was starting to become my old self again.         “Kylin, hun, I need your help tonight.” John, one of the managers, a large man with muscles on top of muscles, began pleading one night, hands in the praying position while sweat dripped from his greasy forehead and onto his expensive suit. 

   "I’m not dancing again, John, stop asking.“ I smirked as I scraped the bar code off an empty bottle before throwing it in the trash can.    "What? No. Not that. Well, that would help too…. but, never mind, stop distracting me.” He grinned, walking around the edge of the bar to the well.      "Then what is it? Kinda busy here, babe.“ I sighed as yet another ticket appeared from the printer. I started working on the order as John continued.    "Lucy called in sick, and there’s supposed to be this huge group of people come into night. Apparently there’s this convention in Dallas and all the actors want to come here. They even made a reservation for the V.I.P area. They bought the whole fucking thing out, Ky.” his never ceasing gestures with his hands emphasized how nervous he was. It made me giggle.    "Calm down, Big man, don’t give yourself a stroke. I’ll rock V.I.P tonight, and have Andrea handle main. Caitlyn can take the main floor with the other girls. Don’t have a fucking heart attack.“ I rolled my eyes as I called for the girls to come over so I could explain what would be happening without John trying to confuse them by doing it himself. Poor Guy was always a fucking mess.

   The managers banned together and reconstructed the folding walls that were apart of the V.I.P area to open up into the bar, also maneuvering them to give everyone who would be in the room more privacy. I was able to get the bar fully stocked and cleaned by the time the group started arriving. The night began with the waitstaff running around like chickens with their heads cut off as the main floor filled quickly as well. John was helping me behind the bar at the same time as running to assist Andrea as well, and was honestly doing more harm than good by the time he broke his 3rd bottle of scotch.

   "God damn it, John, get the fuck from behind my bar! Go find me a real damn bar back!” I screamed as I pushed him out from the area in a huff. He quickly ran and hid behind Andrea’s well.    "Fucking hell, I thought that was you.“ Came a deep rough chuckle from the other side of me. My skin instantly prickled at the sound of his voice.     I turned slowly around to see the handsome man leaning over with his arms crossed on the bar top, empty glass in front of him. He was wearing a worn leather jacket, black t-shirt, with his thick rimmed glasses, smirk playing on his lips as his eyes danced over me in the small black tank top and shorts. I brought my palms together in front of me and gave a smile with the background of a cringe.        "Err.. Hey, Jeffrey. Uh- sorry about that.” I closed my eyes in embarrassment. He barked out a laugh.        "Ha! Hon, that was adorable. You had that poor man sweating! How do you do that, anyway? He’s twice your size.“ He shook his head as I walked over and grabbed his glass. I lifted it up and he replied, "Whiskey, you drinkin?”      "I damn sure need one.“ huffed out of me as I reached for the bottles of Crown and Maker’s.    I filled his glass up as my favorite blonde dancer threw herself into one of the barstools towards the end of the bar. I filled my own and clinked it together with his in cheers before downing the amber liquid and turning my attention to the girl.   "This place is ridiculous tonight.” She whined, laying her head on her arm that she draped over the bar top, “How is your bar so empty?”   “It’s not, you see this printer? Hasn’t stopped.” I nodded in the direction of the computer as I reached over and grabbed the next three receipts as they printed.   I started working on the orders, dropping them at the well as the waitresses lined up to grab them. I had almost gotten completely back into work mode when I heard the girl shriek, “Holy crap, you’re Negan!” “Why, yes mam, I am.” was his chuckling reply.   “Jesus Christ, Cal, hold it in why don’t you?” I glared at her playfully.    "Holy fucking shit. How are you doing tonight, sir?“ She instantly went into prowl mode. I breathed a laugh at her attempt to slink the distance of the barstools over to the one beside Jeffrey. He gave her an amused look and laughed.      "Doing good, yourself?” he entertained her for a few minutes and I got lost back into work, making sure the constant flow of tickets was kept at a minimum. It wasn’t until I heard her voice pitch up again that I returned my attention back to them.  "Ky! Why didn’t you tell me you know famous people?“ She screeched, leaning over the bar on her elbows, knees in the stool.    "I know a famous people?” I confessed, shrugging, bringing my hands up to my shoulders as gesture. It earned me another laugh from Jeffrey. I grabbed the bottle of Makers and a Redbull for Cal and filled his glass again.    "Can I get some vodka?“ She mumbled, getting a straw and poking it through the tab. I glared at her with my hand on my hip. Jeffrey started giggling again.   "Whatever,” She leaped from the stool and turned to Jeff, “Wanna get some dances?” she asked while taking a sip from the straw, innocent look on her face.   “Not tonight, dear. Sorry.” He shook his head but pulled a few twenties out of his jacket pocket and handed them to her. She smiled widely and looked to me, then back to Jeffrey, then back to me finally and gave a wink. I rolled my eyes and went back to work.    Jeffrey stayed at the bar the rest of the evening, making small talk with me when I got a moment to come refill his glass. About thirty minutes before closing, while I was beginning to clean up, a second loud voice finally joined the bar.  

   "There you are! God damn, you fucking disappeared!“ I turned to see Norman Reedus clutch Jeffrey on the shoulder and drunkenly lean against the bar beside him. He looked to me immediately and growled, "And who do we have here,” while licking his lips.      Jeffrey smacked him on the chest with a laugh before throwing his other arm around the other man’s shoulder.      "Norm, this is Kylin, Jensen Ackles’ baby sister.“ He made sure to linger on the word ‘baby’ with a mocking tone to his voice, "I met her in Austin a few months ago, remember?” I could tell he had gripped Norman’s shoulder a little tighter in warning. 

     "Ohhh, well, makes sense then why we haven’t seen you all night.“ He teased, wagging his eyebrows and flashing a grin before returning his gaze to me.    "You’re a cute little thing. What you weigh, about a buck?” He lit up a cigarette and grinned on exhale. “Jesus, fucker, have some couthe,” Jeffrey barked.   Ignoring him, I cocked my eyebrow at Norman as his eyes roamed my tiny frame, “Soaking wet.” I smirked.    That earned me another bark of a laugh from Jeffrey and Norman choked on his smoke.    "I like you,“ Norman said suspiciously, narrowing his eyes and pointing at me with the fingers holding his cigarette. He stepped away from the bar and started back towards the small group of people, looking back to give Jeff a knowing look, eyes still squinted.      Jeffrey shook his head as he turned back around to me, propping his chin in the palm of his hand and elbow on the bartop again. "What are you doing later?” He asked. “It’s two in the morning, Mr. Morgan. I’m cleaning this bar then going to bed.”    "Hmmm…well, I suppose I’ll let you get to it before I miss my ride.“ He glanced over at the group of his friends that were making their way out of the small section and towards the door.    He pulled his phone out from his pocket before placing it on the bar in front of him, open on the ‘Add Contact’ screen without saying anything. I looked him in the eye as I picked up the phone and quickly tapped out my number and name before placing it back on the bar. He grinned, picking the phone back up and hitting the 'Add Contact Photo’ button and it opening up into the camera. I let a laugh out but climbed on top of the freezer and leaned over the bar to get into the frame. Jeffrey clicked the button with a big smile on both of our faces. "Send that to me?” I asked after I hopped down.    "Of course,“ he replied, still grinning as he got up from the stool. I could tell he sent the message before shoving the phone back in his pocket.     "It was good seeing you again, Ky. Glad to see you’ve been taking care of yourself.” He smiled a genuine smile before giving a little wave before starting off. I walked around the edge of the bar, “Wait, Jeff.”     He turned around to see me standing a few feet away. He instantly opened his arms and I made my way into them. His tall body and long arms wrapped around my petitness, and I let the smell of his cologne assault my senses as my face was planted into his chest. I felt a hum rip through him as he squeezed me as I curled my arms around his waist under his jacket. He brought a hand up to cup my face against him and I felt him lean down and kiss the top of my head. “Thank you.” I sighed against him for a moment before pulling away.    "Anytime, sweetheart.“ He repeated the words he’d spoken the last time he’d seen me, except this time I wasn’t a bruised, quivering, quaking mess. "Text me when you’re home?”    I looked up at him and nodded before he finished pulling the rest of the way away to turn to meet his friends out the door. 'Holy fucking shit.’ was the only thing that I could think. 

   The next day I woke up to two new text messages. Both from Jeffrey. One was the picture from the night before, and the other asking what I had planned for the day. nothing that I know of, today’s my day off finally, lol. I typed out and hit send before crawling out of my comfortable bed. You should come to the con. I can leave you a pass at the front. was his response moments later. I guess I don’t have anything better to do today… ;) I hope he got the teasing tone. Well good ;) Come hang out with some old men.  I shook my head as I laughed to myself as I walked to the bathroom for a shower. 

    He sent me the details that I needed on where the con was being held as I took a shower and got ready. I wore a pair of shorts, because even though it was October, it’s Texas and still in the low 90’s, as well as my fitted black 'Family Buisness Beer Co’ shirt that was a v-neck and showed a little cleavage. I found my comfy converse and a tied my pink and black flannel around my hips to protect me if I was out late enough for it to get chilly. I left my makeup classy, not wanting to take the risk of it messing up. Lashes and Dark lipstick will always be a girl’s best friend.  

   Anxiety and nervousness started to sit in as I pulling into the parking lot of the convention center. Sure, I had hung out with actors before, but never anyone besides the ones from CW or my brother’s friends. And my brother was always there. I grinned at the thought of how pissed Jensen was going to be when he found out I had gone against his obvious wishes and hung out with Jeffrey. I figured my excuse would be that I’m a grown woman and allowed to do as I pleased, and after 3 years in hell I deserved to have a little fun. Plus, we were just going to be hanging out as friends.      I entered the convention center and found the front desk where the passes were being kept. I gave the lady my name, who lifted her eyebrows in suprise as she asked for my ID. After showing it she handed over the gold pass and itenerary and pointed in the direction of the lounge. I texted Jeff and let him know I was there, which he responded for me to meet him lounge and he would get me into the green room. I was able to find the room fairly easy and was thankful that they had a bar open. I sat in a stool and ordered a Bloody Mary to calm my nerves while I waited.       A side door that I hadn’t noticed before opened up and Norman popped his head out barely.       “Psssst, Ackles. Over here.” Norman whispered, waving his hand, trying to avoid being seen by the few fans in the vicinity. I quickly grabbed my drink and scurried over to him as he opened the door wide enough for me to slip by. The door led to a hallway, which led to the green room.      "Jeff got called to a photo op real quick, so he sent me to get ya. I’ve gotta get goin’ myself, but just wait here and he should be back in about 10,“ Norman explained as he held the door open to the small room filled with couches and tables adorned with snacks and drinks. I nodded in response while sipping from my straw as I found a couch to sit on.      I was scrolling through social media and chewing on my straw when I heard his voice,"I thought you were a whiskey girl.”        I looked up at him with my head still angled down and removed the straw from my lips,“Breakfast of champions,” I said as I raised my glass upwards in salutation.      He breathed out a chuckle as I stood up and took a step forward to him. He opened his arms and I settled into them in what was only a semi-awkward embrace. I still had a slight issue with being touched, but for some reason, even though Jeffrey was still unfamiliar, my skin didn’t seem to crawl like it did with other people.      "Thanks for coming, Hon, it’s good to see you.“ he drawled, looking down at me with his arms still around me.      I peered up to look at him and let a small smile creep on my face, "Good to see you too, Mr. Morgan.”    I sat back down on the couch and he joined me. He sat close, but not uncomfortably so. He put his arm across the back of the sofa where his hand was near my shoulder, but not touching it, and turned towards me with a grin.    "How’s the con going? I haven’t been to one of these things in a few years" I said as I drained my glass of the remaining liquid and placed it on a near by table before shifting slightly in my seat to look at him better. He was wearing his leather jacket, dark shirt and jeans with his glasses again.       “Good. Crazy as fuck though. They over sold everything and everyone’s squeezed in here like sardines. The line for autos was so long they had to start going by sections and people are super pissed. Norman almost fought someone over a cigarette break.” he huffed a laugh and shook his head as he lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.  "Sounds like a shit storm" I giggled back.

    He had an hour break before he had to get back to photo ops and autographs, which we spent catching up. He told me he was happy I was feeling and doing better, and I thanked him for it. He told me the horror stories that had been the past few conventions, and how him and his girlfriend had called it quits.      "That’s the reason I was at Jensen’s that weekend, crazy woman followed me all the way down there trying to 'fix shit’ after I found her in bed with some Estonian male model.“ he shook his head of the memory quickly, muttering something under his breath.      "Thats fucking horrible, I’m sorry, Jeff.” I sympathized, reaching out to touch his hand that was rested on his knee. He let his eyes linger there for a moment before looking back to me again.    "What are you doing tonight?“ His eyes bore into mine with the question.      Blushing, I forced myself to look away as I moved my hand to fiddle with my phone in my lap. "I dont have anything planned.”       “Come out with me, we’re all going to Deep Ellum, and it would be nice to have a tour guide.” He reached over and grabbed my hand away from my phone and advert my attention back to him. I thought about it for a moment.     “Sure. What time?” I looked up at him through my lashes, not exactly meeting his eyes.       “Prolly 'round ten, can you meet us at our hotel? We’re apparently supposed to be within walking distance of the bars.”      "Sure, s'not that far from me.“ I took my hand back from him to check the time on my phone. It was almost 6.      He looked at his watch before clearing his throat, "Damn, sugar, its time for me to work,” he huffed as he twisted himself off the couch before reaching down to give me a hand up.      "You can stay here, if you’d like, no one will fuck with you, or  go explore, whatever you wanna do.“ He said as he pulled me from the sofa.      "I think I’ll explore for a bit before going home. What should I wear tonight?” I held his hand and let them gently sway back and forth without much thought.       “Think you could get a little fancy for me, sweetheart?” he gruffed, wiggling his eyebrows to make me giggle.   Laughing while pulling away, I replied, “I’ll see what I can do.”       Seconds later his handler opened the door and let him know it was time. He gave me a tight squeeze and kissed the crown of my head before sauntering away and out the exit. I stayed in the greenroom for a few minutes while I gathered my thoughts around what had just happened before slipping out of the room myself. 

      I walked around the vendor area for a while looking at Everything before deciding to head back home. With traffic and the ever present construction, it was already eight o'clock when I got back to my loft. I showered as quickly as possible without leaving any unshaved areas. I blow dried my hair to long and straight perfection before running a straightener over it for good measure. I played with my makeup a bit, going for a smokey eye without being too dramatic, thick lashes, and a nude lip. I slipped the tight, knee-length black dress over my frame and adjusted my breasts I’m my bra to sit just right. My pink pumps added for color and gave me a seven inch boost in height. I smirked knowimg I finally wouldn’t be so short compared to everyone else. I added a black lace choker to my throat and a couple bracelets as well before fixing any chips in my nail polish. I checked my phone to see that Jeffrey had sent me the details on where to go again as the time told me it was time to leave.      I sent him a text when i arrived, and he replied back with his room number, letting me know a couple of the guys weren’t ready to head out yet. I rode the elevator up to his floor as my anxiety once again flared, but I bit it back and put my big girl face on as I stepped up to his door and knocked.   He answered the door quickly, and his jaw dropped as his eyes took in my appearance. I felt my panic flare again as I had a similar to reaction to him as well. He had a deep blue dress shirt on under a black blazer and nice jeans and dress shoes. he had abandoned his glasses for contacts and his eyes seemed brighter than I remembered.

  “God damn, baby girl, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He breathed, clutching his chest jokingly. I threw myself back into reality as a giant smile grew across my face.   He held his hand out for me to take as he escorted me into the suite.      "Everyone, this,“ he began cheekily, before spinning me around like a dancer, "is Kylin, our beautiful local tour guide for this evening.”      I heard an indistinct voice mumble “God bless Texas,” as my face began to burn that made Jeffrey chuckle.      He introduced me to everyone and they were all Happy to meet me. I was able to easily partake in their conversations and able to keep up with their banter as we waited for the rest of the group. Someone finally got the notice to head downstairs a few minutes later and people began to file out of the room.      We walked in a group down the streets of Dallas for the few blocks it took to get to the bar district that was known as Deep Ellum. The guys all admired the graffiti artwork that adorned a few of the buildings and I pointed out all my favorite ones. Jeffrey stayed by my side the entire time, occasionally throwing his arm over my shoulders and pulling me closer to him. We stole glances back and forth as we walked through the streets.      We had made it to the fourth small bar sometime around one-thirty, and by that time I was slightly intoxicated and letting myself loose a little with Jeff. We were sitting in a booth towards the back with everyone, just joking and laughing. I was happy I seemed to be able to fit in easily.      "Isn’t she fucking beautiful?“ Jeffrey’s voice came out of no where and interrupted Andrew and his tirade of something that I was listening to intently to. I flushed, eyes going wide as I turned to see that he was shamelessly staring and had brought the arm behind me around to play with a piece of my hair. A grin rose to his face at my reaction to his praise. I quickly composed myself and smiled.       "You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. J” The alcohol encouraged the southern twang in my voice to come through a little harsher that usual as I met his eye. He gave me a smug smirk as he let go of my hair to curl my body into his a little more.       I had been so captivated by him I hadn’t even noticed that everyone had turned to look at the both of us until Norman let out a mocking “awhhhhh” and everyone joined in with kissing sounds. I leaned into Jeff’s side and hid my face with a embarrassed grin. Even with the teasing it was the most comfortable I had felt in such a situation in a very long time. The odd sensation of fingertips touching my skin didn’t make me nauseous like it had with other people. I didn’t feel the need to retract myself away or shield myself. I felt able to speak openly about my own thoughts without judgement or backlash. As I lifted my head from it’s place and looked up to him again as the group was distracted back to their own conversation, I could see something in his eyes that looked like adoration. He cupped my face with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around my shoulder and gently stroked my cheek  before letting his thumb run over the scar above my eyebrow silently. I felt my lips part as I sucked in a small breath of air and felt my self lean I to his touch with only a slight tremble.      Being the observant man that he was, Jeffrey gauged my response and thought it best not to push into anything further. He gave me a look with a gleam in his eye as he pulled his hand away that had me sucking in another breath as my heart fluttered. He cleared his throat as he straightened us both up, moving his arm back to its original place on the back of the bench. I sat upright and took a sip of the water in front of me, looking forward to clear any remaining fog of the moment left behind. It was only a few minutes after that the lights brightened, signaling it was time to go. With it being two in the morning, the October chill had finally began to set in, and I shivered as we moved past Elm St. back towards their hotel. Without me even looking at him Jeff shrugged off his thick blazer and placed it over my shoulders.      "Thank you,“ I said, tugging the warmth closer to my body. The smell of his expensive cologne and own scent was almost as intoxicating as the liquor I had been savoring all night. I let my eyes drift closed for a moment as I walked down the street on instinct, registering the fragrance in my memory. My actions earned me cheeky chuckle and another "Anytime, sweetheart,” that warmed me up just as much as his jacket did. He wrapped one long arm around my waist and shoved the other hand in his jean pocket nonchalantly as we stumbled the rest of the way back, just a little bit behind the rest.        When we arrived back to the hotel, I slowed myself down in the parking lot and Jeffrey told the rest of the group he was going to walk me to my car.       “Sure you don’t want to come up, darlin’? You okay to drive?” He asked once we approached my vehicle. Look looked down at me with a hopeful expression.       “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Jeff. I’m fine to drive.” I let looked towards the ground as I fiddled with my keys.      "Well, alright, then,“ He took a step back in disappointment, shoving both his hands in his pockets,  "I guess text me when you get to the house? You know, you forgot the last time.” He pulled his hand out of to rub his beard, looking back to me with a nervous laugh.      "I’ll try to remember.“ I smirked up at him through my lashes. He gave me huff as a smile filled his face while he shook his head at me before opening his arms for a hug. I stepped into the embrace and curled my arms around his waist as he enclosed my shoulders and placed another kiss to the top of my head. I stepped back from him and shrugged his jacket off me in an attempt to return it.      "You keep it for now, gives me an excuse to see you again.” he said as he waved his hand in refusal.      "You wanna see me again, Mr. Morgan?“ I let my eyebrow lift as the smirk still played on my lips.    "If you wanna see me, Ms. Ackles.” he drawled, raising an eyebrow of his own.     I opened my car door and threw his jacket and my purse into the passenger’s seat before turning around to him again. I looked at him for a few seconds before stepping back towards him to lean up and give him a kiss on the cheek, “I’d love to.”      The smile that appeared on his face was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen in a long time. He stepped back wards again, almost shyly this time, with his head down, looking at the concrete. It was strange to think a man who was usually known for being smooth as silk with the ladies was acting like I made him nervous. I cleared my throat to tell him goodbye and he returned his gaze, licking his lips as he peered down at me. He reached out a hand for mine as he pulled me in for one last embrace, wrapping his arms around my hips and picking me up of the ground a couple inches before setting me back down. He separated us by opening the car door for me to get in, letting me start the engine as he closed the door. I rolled the window down and smiled up at him, “I had a really nice time, Jeff. Thank you.”    He of course said the two words that yet to fail to make my knees shiver, “Anytime, Sweetheart.”    I remembered to text him when I got home. He remembered to text me every day after. 

part four: https://hornsbeforehalos.tumblr.com/post/163561112654/anytime-sweetheart-part-4