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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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Like, what happens to Mia? How does Gojo end up picking us? Naoya? How about Naoya? 😭😭😭🙏🏼😔

Omggg if you’re not going to continue reckless, can you please please please tell us how it ends? 😭😭😭 I don’t think I can bear living not knowing how it ends 😭 please? 😔😢🙏🏼😭

okay well here’s how it was gonna go, pls keep in mind my storytelling in asks and in writing are diff so this might be explained crappily HAHAHAHA but basically in reckless...

gojo gets shot in the head by his abusive dad bcos he finally stood up against him, but that backfired. his father is really adamant on control, and gojo loses his memories at the same time y/n gave birth. she decided to keep the baby after deciding that she wants a family after all, but when gojo woke up with mixed and lost memories, he only remembers mia and everything after her accident was gone. gojo becomes distorted and even becomes harsh sometimes, especially when y/n said they had a baby and she was his friend, bcos gojo’s mindset was from way back to six years ago, where he had lots of issues with his family and mia’s that he was wary who to trust.

so,,, they didn’t want gojo to hurt y/n bcos he’s such in an emotional mess that he has no control of himself. eventually, y/n decides to stay away but the baby is adopted by gojo and mia, who gets married for the sake of business and gojo’s current situation. truthfully, mia doesn’t want to marry him bcos it would hurt y/n and she’s not that awful. mia and y/n become friends after realizing they’re pretty similar and actually find genuine friendship with one another. she doesn’t have a choice tho and gojo, mia, along with gojo’s mom who divorced her husband for his abuse move to the states where they raised y/n and gojo’s daughter, sayori, leaving y/n all alone in tokyo who then becomes vice president of kamo enterprises. basically, it shows the repeated history of y/n’s father choosing to hide her from her real parents, and she begins to understand why he did that bcos she also has not really met her own daughter. y/n knows mia and gojo could take care of sayori better than she could, especially with the fact that gojo’s memories are mixed and transfixed on the timeline of him dating mia, mia giving birth to sayori, then them getting married. y/n is not present at all in his memories. gojo thinks he was the one in a car accident, not mia.

sayori is about four years old when gojo decides to come back to tokyo. now that he’s disowned and his mother has also left, gojo becomes a successful model in the states. he comes home bcos he remembers geto and wants to start their own agency (gojo as a model, geto as the photographer.) mia is wary at first for fear gojo might remember everything. she’s not being selfish; the doctors warned that anything that could potentially trigger gojo’s memories that his subconscious has erased could be detrimental to him. mia tries to hold it off but gojo insists, so the gojo/yamazaki family go back and that’s where gojo meets y/n, who he first thought was geto’s new wife.

in the reckless fanart, geto’s photo is like this.

geto’s ring is silver - it’s his dead wife’s ring. the hand caressing him is gold - it’s y/n wearing the ring of gojo’s mother, who by then has already apologized before they all left.

geto and y/n become best friends on the course of four years. missing her daughter, y/n becomes attached to mei (geto’s daughter) and acts more like a mom than an aunt. geto basks in this faux family they’ve built, though he makes sure mei is not too dependent or expecting that y/n would be her mom. he falls in love with y/n and he notices how after gojo left, she becomes softer and a lot sweeter. all the anger and hatred disappeared, all thanks to y/n finding peace with her new life and making up with her mother, Valeria, who once overdosed on drugs after it was exposed to the public that Y/N is a child she abandoned. y/n saved Valeria by rushing her to the hospital, which is also the same time that Y/N saw gojo being wheeled in the emergency room with a bullet in his head.

now that gojo is back, he can’t help but notice that y/n is avoiding him. she feels familiar but he plays it off over her being a close friend and possible lover of geto. meanwhile, y/n’s dedication to pretending he doesn’t exist breaks slowly when she sees sayori, a beautiful little girl who’s growing up, call mia as her “mommy.” it hurts her that she missed her first words, first steps, or that she’s being excluded in the family that is truly hers, but everyone is happy and doing great that she chooses to be the only who isn’t for the sake of everyone else.

in ch2, gojo goes to a carnival/amusement park and takes a polaroid photo with y/n. he finds them in one of the stuff he left behind in the penthouse he used to live in; shocked bcos y/n had been adamant they never met before. that’s when he begins to confront her on who she really is what they really used to be. he feels guilty that he can’t remember, but most of all, gojo is torn inside that y/n had been all alone the whole time when he promised he would be there.

its complicated for them since gojo x mia are already married, and sayori got her mom’s stubborness so its difficult for her to believe someone she never met before is her real mom and mia is...well, mia. mia actually helps sayori accept that she is not the real mom, apologizing to the child for lying to them and it ends up with sayori running away and getting lost for a few hours. sayori is scared since tokyo is alien to her and she doesn’t speak japanese, but when y/n finds her, she comes running to her arms and that is when she begins to soften up around her real mom.

this is where the slowburn with gojo and y/n begins. for them, getting to know each other once more on a clean slate is both refreshing yet scary, especially since one has erased the past in their mind and the other is desperately trying to forget it. the thing about the mia x gojo as a married couple and parents is that gojo deep down feels he does not love mia that way. he can’t explain why there’s just something missing or confusing in his life. he loves mia out of respect and friendship, but he would never admit that he is not in love with his wife. however, he plays it over the fact that its “just the broken memories” and lies to himself that he is very much in love with her. when he meets y/n again, however, it makes sense. he does love y/n and him forgetting her was a defense mechanism of his system to erase the most painful times of his life, and that included his guilt for hurting y/n with the abuse of his parents who controlled the way he acted around her. as for mia, she also does not love gojo and she probably never did, but for the sake of his well being and for sayori’s future (which was entrusted to her by y/n) she stayed with him. now though, mia knows its time to let go.

geto...it is not easy for geto. he loves y/n so much because of her tenacity and kindness, but he also loves her enough to know she is happier with someone else. to him, he’s content knowing that she felt less lonely when he was around and that he helped make her smile. in the end, geto has closure with y/n who apologizes for not returning his feelings.

NAOYAAAAA though...ofc i gave him a good ending 💕 after he was brutally rejected by Mia, y/n cheers him up by setting Naoya up with a law professor around his age, who is Ayame. Ayame is supposed to be named Suki tbh 😋 but I thought the self insert is a little too much so I changed it to Ayame. Ayame is pretty funny and even respects that Naoya is uncomfortable on the first date, telling him that it doesn’t have to be that kind of date and she doesn’t expect anything from him. Ayame’s bubbly yet blunt nature is a breath of fresh air from Mia’s secretive and perfectionist nature and the two become good friends. Naoya and Ayame end up hanging out a lot bcos “thats what friends do” but it doesn’t take long before they go out together. And ofc, Naoya is a little ashamed that Ayame was the first to confess and she beat him to it, but they get married and are happy nonetheless 💕 Mia ends up as a successful doctor who helps her family with the business, divorces Gojo, but she still has no plans to marry and is perfectly happy and content to focus on her career.

Eventually, Gojo and Y/N get married once everything is sorted out. Gojo becomes a well known model in Tokyo as well, and Gojo Group is absorbed by Y/N herself after proving Gojo’s father guilty of attempted murder. Gojo doesn’t want anything more to do with the corporate world though, but Y/N stays and kicks ass as a vice president to all the merged companies.

Y/N and Valeria also makes up after Valeria is indebted to Y/N who saved her life, and Valeria’s parents become more supportive and start to see Valeria more as a person than a child to inherit the business. Albeit being in her 40s, Valeria enjoys the youth she lost only now, but also enjoys being the grandmother to Sayori. Its a little awkward between Valeria and Y/N after everything that happened, but they’re trying and are even dubbed as the iconic motherly duo who is unbeatable in their games.

Gojo’s father is thrown into prison, and his main victim, his own wife, also shows recovery from the years of abuse. Although her obsessive control with Gojo and his sister (the eldest Gojo child) was not right, his mom was left with no choice but to keep them on close watch and control their lives because she was trying to keep them safe from their father’s wrath. In the end, Gojo’s mom makes up by being a better mother, and Gojo and his sister forgives her while also apologizing that both of them left home when they knew their mom always shouldered the abuse to protect her kids.

Overall, its a happy ending for most of the characters! the last chapter is Sayori’s wedding to Naoya and Ayame’s son, Naori, who is a few years younger than his bride. Gojo is grumbling to Y/N about how his little girl is all grown up now, and that their son, Shinichiro, who is 18 in that timeline is also maturing and would be leaving the nest soon. Y/N thinks its adorable and asks Gojo to just enjoy the union because its only one of the many great memories they would still have to make.

That’s how it would end! Gojo Best Dad and Gojo DILF. Everyone is happy!

Basically the theme of Reckless is that sometimes the most unexpected things we do out of character can end up as one of the greatest things to ever happen, which in their case was the suprise baby. They went through a lot and it has a lot of psychological themes, along with heavy family drama, but overall I wanted the series to be a heartwarming one by the end. I really would’ve loved to see it all happen but I am also happy to share it to you guys in this way.

So yeah, happy reading and thanks so much for supporting Reckless !! I was also thinking of doing maybe like a bonus chapter where the characters pretend it was all a movie and they’re actors that you can talk to, but that didn’t happen so :// anyways I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading up until here 💕

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: reckless #tw: abuse #sorry for the typos i wrote this on my phone without glasses lol

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nchant6dkitty · 3 years ago

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STORY PROMPTS.

The princess went on a rampage, slaying every dragon in the land to break her curse.

Write about a waitress who discovers her superpowers after becoming irritated with rude customers. *

Write about a futuristic version of Cinderella. In this version, Cinderella's feet can reshape to fit any shoe. Tell her story. *

Your female character has been having vivid, reoccurring slightly erotic dreams about an attractive stranger she has never met before. She brushes it off as nothing. What happens when she goes on a vacation and meets this same attractive stranger. He knows her name which she didn't mention to him.

The little girl laughed as she watched the monster tear her abusive parents to pieces. Training the monster under her bed was a good idea after all.

Before the homeless man took his last breath, he tells a passerby that he is God and the world is doomed. The next day his words prove right. *

It was an ordinary day in the quiet town of [ name of town ] when the bodies of thirteen children were found floating on the river. Only one of them was identified to be from that town.

Write about a goddess who enjoys making practical jokes on humans. *

He was an amnesiac God who had been cursed with invisibility for as long as he could remember. Banished and his powers taken away, he had been wandering on earth for decades, unnoticed by anyone. Until one day a little human girl spoke directly to him.

For the first time, I prayed.

You show up to breakfast with the worst hangover of your life. Your wife drops the glass she's holding. She was expecting the poison to kill you. *

You and your best friend who look alike decide to switch lives.

A famous actress is discovered to be an AI robot.

The cancer was back. I wasn't going to treat it. If I waited, maybe no one would find out until it's too late to save me. *

What If slavery was never abolished and became legal even in modern times. People could even sell themselves as slaves by contract to survive. How would society be like today? Write a story.

A couple goes to visit the grave of their dead daughter with flowers. The father gets a call from an unknown number and picks it up. " So...are the flowers meant for me or your guilty conscience?" The father is shaken at the familiar voice. Their daughter was supposed to be dead. They murdered her six years ago.

Be quiet! The trees will hear you.

Oxygen is scarce due to intense pollution thus oxygen is sold and taxed upon in this post-apocalyptic world.

It was the first time, we had heard a real baby cry.

Write about a cute creature that comes to earth to protect a little girl. *

Your character is psychic and often had dreams about people or events that always came through no matter what. Last night they dreamt about the apocalypse and it was caused by their best friend.

The king announces that his heir will not be any of his sons but instead his loyal canine companion. Everyone laughs at that idea until the king dies and his wolf stands up on his two back legs and claims the throne. *

Shapeshifting aliens have been living among humans for decades. Your male character is one of them and has had a crush on a human girl for a long time but she deeply dislikes shifters. He tries to win her heart as a shifter but all these attempts fail due to her always giving him a cold shoulder. On the verge of giving up, he one day discovers she's into cats so he turns into a cat and approaches her to get closer to her. The plan succeeds and he gets adopted by her. He gets to stay with her and her three other cats as a pet. What happens when he's caught shifting by the girl?

A superhero and supervillain are best friends in their daily lives. Neither of them is aware of the identity of the other. *

Real men go to war on unicorns! *

A man finds a strange box buried beneath a pile of shoes in his wife's closet. The box is locked, a note tipped to its side " if you open the box, I'm divorcing you". *

The longer she stared at the painting, the more it pulled her in.

The planet finds a way to speak directly to humans. It's not happy. *

Planet earth becomes sentient and is bitter. It plans to wipe out humanity if with an apocalypse if we do not change our ways.

The happy little girl skipped home to show her parents her new pet. A baby dragon.

The abused foster child finds solace in their only friend, a strange yet cute dog that enters their room through the window every night. Unbeknownst to them, this is not an ordinary dog but a shapeshifter and he's very much in love with them.

What would you do if you discovered your pets are aliens and have inhabited the body of your cuddly, fluffy friends?*

What appears to be a ticking clock appears in the sky all over the world. Nobody knows what it's for. Brushing it off to be some weird trend or something, people go on about their daily lives. Six years later, the clocks are still ticking. Today the sky turned red. And a message appeared in the sky. " 48 hours left until Armageddon"

A little girl keeps her forbidden pet under her bed for as long as she can. When her mother discovers it, tears form in her eyes as she tells the girl to leave the village. " Once you've connected to one, you've changed forever" What's different about the girl's pet?*

The trees and plants on earth are suddenly dying and turning black. Oxygen in the atmosphere is gradually depleting. Seeing it as a state of emergency, what does humanity decide to do?

Your female character has had a crush on an attractive stranger who she always sees reading at the park on the same bench. All along she had only admired him from afar and never approached him. Today she mustered up the courage to talk to him. His expression turns dark" What are you? And how can you see me ?! No mortal can see us! "

Her skin glowed any time she touched water or water touched her.

Food was running out again. They had to choose who was going to be the next sacrifice.

Your character is looking for something in their older sibling's closet when they find their diary hiding. Out of curiosity, they open it. The things they read inside shake them to the core. Their sibling turned out to be the town's wanted serial killer. While they're still processing it, their sibling walks in on them seeing their diary in their hands. What happens next?

A girl supports her boyfriend as he deals with his serious illness. Unfortunately, he's not a good guy and treats her badly. *

Some of these are my original ideas and others are from somewhere else. (*) Feel free to use or relog.

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we-are-inevitable · 4 years ago

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not moving on, not looking back // javid (ch. 10)

A/N: y’all know the drill

TW: discussion of abuse (physical and substance related)

Read On AO3!

And that’s how it starts.

They stop at David’s beforehand so he can change out of his slacks, shirt, and tie, and if David purposefully wears an outfit to elicit a certain response from Jack, he plays it off pretty well. He had changed into a tight white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that fit in all the right places, hidden under a baggy hoodie that he didn't take off until he was safe within the walls of Jack’s home. It feels… empty, now that Katherine isn’t there to fill the space with her voice, her presence.

It’ll be an adjustment, but as long as Katherine and Jack are okay with it, then David will follow their lead.

David sits alone on his phone while Jack goes upstairs and changes. He scrolls through twitter for a while, until he hears footsteps and-- oh, holy shit. Jack walks into view wearing a black sleeveless muscle shirt and gray sweats, and his hair looks so deliciously messy from combing the gel out. He’d clearly gone for the more comfortable look, and David has to stop himself from staring.

“You want anything to drink?” Jack asks as he walks into the kitchen, which prompts David to stand and follow him. Jack grabs a beer from the fridge, offering a second to David.

“Hey, I know we kind of talked already, but… How are you? Like, really?” David asks as Jack takes a drink.

Jack takes in a deep breath and shrugs as he hops onto the island in the middle of the kitchen, swinging his feet. He looks up at David, who has positioned himself to lean against the counter about two feet in front of Jack. “It… It tore me up for a while last night, after she told me, but honestly? I feel a lot better. Like a weight’s been lifted. I had a bad panic attack, but we talked more last night than we’ve talked to each other in ages, and I… I feel like I got my best friend back, y’know? I didn’t get a lot of sleep, though, just… because it’s makin’ me think about stuff I ain’t never thought about before.”

“Like what?” David asks softly, tilting his head before taking a sip of the beer. “Not that- I mean, you don’t have to tell me, but maybe I can help a little. I don’t mind.”

“It’s just… Family stuff,” Jack admits, then rubs his forehead. “We told my Ma last night and she was, y’know, a bit disappointed, but she understood. I just… The whole divorce thing makes me feel like my dad,” Jack explains softly, crossing his arms over his chest. For someone who is nearing thirty, Jack looks like a vulnerable teenager right then. He slowly looks up into David’s eyes, gulping. “He always said he regretted not getting a divorce. He wasn’t a good guy at all. Homophobic, real republican, but my mom married him because he had a good job and a good family. He was the one to kinda push the whole football thing on me, but I was never good at playin’, y’know? Loved the game, but I didn’t have any skill, trust me," Jack says with a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Did they get a divorce? Your parents?”

“No, my, uh… My mama died before anything was finalized, and everything kinda took a turn. I got… I don’t know. I was really fucked up for a long time. The school counselor suggested that I start drawing my feelings or starting a journal or something, and it worked. Really well, actually. I loved it.”

“Is that what got you into art? Kath mentioned that you wanted to go to art school,” David murmurs, moving to lean against the island, right next to Jack’s leg.

“Yeah, actually,” Jack says with a laugh, then gulps. “My dad wasn’t a fan of me doing the art stuff. I took an art class in middle school, and we had a showcase at the end of the year. I invited him to it, and he-- Do you, uh, do you mind if I talk about this? I don’t wanna force, like, heavy shit on you if you aren’t comfortable,” Jack cuts himself off, looking at David with a gulp. “I’ve only ever told my ma and Kath about this. My dad just… wasn’t a nice guy.”

“Thanks for checking in, but I don’t mind, okay? I’ll tell you if I’m ever not in the right headspace, but, Jack, you’re going through a lot. Just let it out,” David encourages with a sad grin.

Jack nods, then takes in a deep breath. “So-- Art show. Dad said he wasn’t gonna come. Told me he wasn’t gonna support me doing something ‘queer’, even though I’m- even though I told him I wasn’t,” Jack explains, taking a long drink from his bottle with a blank expression on his face. “But, uh, he didn’t believe me when I told him I wasn’t, and he… slapped me. That was when I was eleven. The physical stuff continued, ‘specially when football season started up again and he saw that I was on the bench every game, ‘cause I really wasn’t good at it. It got… rough. It only stopped when my coach noticed a bruise when we were practicing and I- I guess I was real stiff and limping real hard, so he told me to sit out, and when I took my pads off, my shirt lifted up, and… My dad was in police custody the next morning.”

“Fuck, Jack,” David says in an apologetic voice, staring at him with a lump in his throat. “I’m so sorry you went through that… Did he go to prison, or--”

“Yeah, there was a bunch of evidence, so- so he went to prison. Really easy case against him. He was supposed to get, um, ten years, I think. The last time I saw him, he told me that he was glad my mom was dead so she didn’t have to see me 'turn gay’- like I said, he was a shitty guy. That… I don’t know. I used to be like that, too, but then one of my friends, a coworker of mine, came out, like… eight years ago?” Jack bites his lip, looking down at his hands after putting his bottle down. “I’ve changed. I realized that I was just actin’ like him. I never realized he was so… bad, until I became an adult.”

“Are you still…” David gulps. “You haven’t talked to your father?”

Jack looks up at David, and smiles sadly. “He had a heart attack in prison, about five years in. So… yeah. I’m all that’s left.”

David is at a loss for words. He doesn’t know what to say. This is not how he thought the night would go, but at least Jack was getting to vent and David was getting to know him on an even more personal level but, good God, Jack had been through so much.

And adding being adopted, losing his daughter, and divorcing his wife into the mix…

Jack has hurt more in his life than he ever let on.

“Jack, I… I don’t know what to say,” David admits with a frown, but slowly reaches out, placing a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Thank you for telling me all of that. You… You’re so strong, y’know? You’ve been through so much, yet you’re successful and smart and… I know we haven’t known each other long, but I am so, so proud of you. But- but you shouldn't have had to be so strong. You didn't deserve any of that. Not the… Not the abuse, or the homophobia, or the pressure. If you ever need to talk about it again, I’m just a phone call away.”

“Thank you, Davey, that means a lot,” Jack says with a tight-lipped grin, then gulps. “What about you? You got any skeletons in your closet? 'S only fair that you tell me somethin' sad now, y'know.”

David stares at him for a moment. He then holds up one finger and downs the rest of the beer in his bottle, taking in a deep breath once he is done. His eyes close and he tilts his head back, then begins speaking. “From the age of twenty-two to about a month and a half ago, I was addicted to cocaine. I had a brief stint in which heroin was a daily thing, but that stopped after a few months. Too expensive. I regularly had sex with drug dealers in exchange for pills, I’ve been kicked out of gay bars for showing up high out of my mind, I now go to Narcotics Anonymous meetings, and I have to spend, like, ten minutes every morning trying to convince myself not to call in sick just because I’m having bad withdrawals. Bad as in, like, shaking in the shower and crying because I feel like I need to shoot up.” He slowly opens one eye, shooting a sad grin toward Jack. “I guess we’re even, huh?”

Jack stares at him for a few moments, then lets out a laugh as he nods along. “I- I guess you can say that, yeah,” He murmurs, then looks at David with a gulp. “If you ever need anything, just let me know, ‘kay? I don’t… I don’t really have experience with that kind of stuff, but if you ever need anything, I’m here, whether you need to talk, or you… need somewhere to stay,” Jack says slowly, seriously, and David nods. “I’m right here, Dave. Just like you're here for me.”

“Thank you, Jack. I’ve been getting better, I think- the, uh, withdrawals are starting to mellow out, at least a little bit, but it’s just… getting used to sobriety that’s throwing me for a loop,” David admits. He watches Jack’s eyes shift from his face to the empty bottle in his hand, and David shakes his head. “I know what you’re thinking-- I never had an alcohol problem, it was just the drugs. I, uh, don’t drink often, though. Just to make sure.”

David doesn’t drink often because David has an addictive personality. David doesn’t drink often because David knows he’s susceptible to alcoholism if he goes down the wrong path.

It makes him feel better to know that Jack is watching out for him in that way, though.

“If you’re sure,” Jack responds with a kind smile. The two of them fall into a comfortable silence. Jack finishes his beer, David watches him, and everything is… calm.

But not for long.

“Dave? Can I ask you a kind of weird question?”

“Shoot.”

“How’d ya know you were gay?”

David’s eyes widen a bit. He wasn’t expecting... that. He looks up, but Jack refuses to meet his eyes. He’s instead staring at the cabinet above the sink, sitting eerily still, and David isn’t sure how to respond for a few moments. Slowly, David shrugs, and looks down at his hands. “I just never really found an interest in women. Plus, I used to be really into this guy in one of my classes… I don’t know, it was just kind of natural for me. My parents were religious, but they never really said anything about it if I brought guys home for dinner, or if I wore makeup to school. I never really had that… epiphany, I just… I was just gay. Never questioned it,” He explains, holding his breath in the heavy silence that follows. He slowly glances back up toward Jack, expecting to see him staring off into space, but to his surprise Jack is staring right back at him. “Can I ask why you’re asking?”

Jack gulps. There’s a long moment of silence, before he sits up a little straighter. “Kath has been talking about 'self exploration' ever since yesterday. Mentioned she’s, uh… curious.”

“Mhm.”

Jack meets David’s eyes. He stares for a few moments before locking his lips, straightening his posture, and saying, “I think I might be, too.”

There’s a beat of silence. David holds his breath. Holds Jack’s gaze. He waits for a few moments, waiting for Jack to back down, but it never comes. Finally, David gives in.

He asks, breathless, “Wanna find out?”

There’s no more speaking after that.

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gizkasparadise · 4 years ago

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cdrama rec/review: go ahead

KDRAMA AND CDRAMA MASTER LIST OF REVIEWS

Series: go ahead Episodes: 40 Genres: family, healing/melodrama, slice of life, romance Spoilers in the Rec: for the first 20% ish/set-up If You Like, You’ll Like: reply 1988, le coup de foudre, find yourself (same production company/main male actor), rain or shine/just between lovers, found family stories, meet again stories

Rank: 10/10** (see Drawbacks section)

PREMISE

widower hai chao and his 6 year old daughter jian jian live happily above his noodle restaurant despite the recent, tragic death of his wife. one day, dysfunction junction a married couple (he ping, a police officer, and chen ting, a real piece of work) move into the same building with their 7 year old son, ling xiao. immediately, jian jian attaches herself to ling xiao, who is unexpectedly grim for a small child.

because ling xiao’s family is less-than-healthily grieving the loss of their youngest child, ling xiao’s sister who died in a terrible accident. The Apartment of Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms eventually implodes, ending with chen ting abandoning her husband and son. he ping, suddenly a single father, and hai chao come to a friendly partnership that is clearly alluding to gay marriage where they co-raise both of their kids--hai chao as the primary caregiver, and he ping supporting them financially through his job as a policeman.

meanwhile, the neighborhood busybody is dead-set on getting hia chao remarried. eventually she introduces him to a divorced single mother, he mei, and her son zi qiu, who is ling xiao’s age. they sort of start to date, but it culminates in he mei skipping town and leaving zi qiu behind. hai chao, man with a heart of gold, informally adopts him and zi qiu becomes jianjian’s foster brother.

from there, the trio grow up happily and become inseparable. but once zi qiu and ling xiao graduate high school, the bullshit parade their respective childhood skeletons reappear in their lives. circumstances lead to the boys moving overseas, leaving jianjian and their fathers behind.

they reunite after 9 years, when the boys return to a home where they hope to pick things back up from where they left off. things are more complicated than that, as jianjian finds herself in a new life and surrounded by new people.

MAIN CHARACTERS

li jian jian

hai chao’s daughter and the only girl in the family. she attended the required short-hair-low-grades training program required of all cdrama youth female leads. super positive and outgoing, as well as the youngest of the three pseudo-siblings, jian jian grows up spoiled and over protected by her father and brothers, and as a result is completely devastated once her family falls apart. it’s so sad.

after the time skip, she’s an on-the-verge successful artist who makes woodcarvings, and exudes big art bro energy. inhales sugar like it’s nobody’s business. she inherited her father’s disease called caring too much, and it’s incurable!!

ling xiao

the eldest brother and resident fun police. ling xiao comes from a seriously toxic home that finally seems to improve once his mother leaves. but then she comes back. fucking great. introverted to the point of being withdrawn to anyone but his chosen family, ling xiao’s had to carry a lot of emotional weight that takes a larger and larger toll on him as the series progresses. please get this boy some therapy.

becomes a dentist because jian jian needs one. wears a lot of monochromatic outfits with low necklines because heavy angst but make it fashion. has been in love with jian jian since high school and is still carrying that torch 9 years later.

he zi qiu

the middle child who grows up in hai chao and jian jian’s home, and is her foster brother in all but paperwork. hotheaded, zi qiu and jian jian basically share two brain cells that ling xiao routinely takes from them for safekeeping. he spoils jian jian, sneaking her snacks and junk food and wants to become a pastry chef so he can open a sweet shop for her!!

my favorite character. just wants to be wanted 8( him and hai chao’s relationship is my favorite dynamic in the series. will sob while driving a pink moped. is too proud to beg

li hai chao (left) and ling he ping (right)

the greatest (hai chao) and okayest (he ping) dads in the world! noodle dad/hai chao has never done anything wrong in his life, ever, and we know this and we love him. he ping isn’t a bad person, but demonstrates pretty classic absentee parenting/isn’t as emotionally present in his son’s life as hai chao. hai chao is the heart of the family, and would do anything for his kids 8(

SOME SUPPORT CHARACTERS

tang can (left) and qiu ming yue (right)

jian jian’s #GirlGang and roommates. they, like literally everyone in this drama, have some severe mom issue hang-ups. tang can (left) is a former child actress who is struggling with her lack of success as an adult and gives well-meaning but absolutely terrible advice on the regular.

ming yue (right) is jian jian’s best friend since childhood and as an adult is trying to break free from her mother’s controlling nature--she’s also had a thing for ling xiao for the last 9 years. raises fish for symbolism purposes.

chen ting

ling xiao’s mom and certified garbage human. unable to cope with the death of her daughter that was her fault lbr, she abandons her family and disappears for ten years. she forces her way back into ling xiao’s life when he turns 18, where it’s revealed that she’s remarried and ling xiao has a younger half-sister chengzi (”little orange”). shit goes down, and soon ling xiao is forced to move back to singapore to serve as primary caregiver to both his mother who abandoned him and the half sister he barely knows.

emotionally abusive and basically hits every single square on the toxic parent bingo card. i just. i just hate her. even typing this out is making me mad.

he mei

zi qiu’s mother. after a few dates with hai chao, she ends up ditching her kid and disappearing for unknown reasons. is a slightly better parent than chen ting but that’s like saying some poison kills you slower. the show tries to bring us around on her but it didnt work for me.

SOME OTHERS

zhuang bei, zi qiu’s best friend growing up who i would like a lot less if he wasn’t played by the same actor who played my beloved dachuan

zheng shuran, jian jian’s first boyfriend and fellow artist who’s got a weird thing for women’s waists and pretentious artists’ statements

du juan, jian jian’s friend who co-owns their woodworking studio. has absolute trash taste in men

chengzi, ling xiao’s half-sister who can be a brat but dear god does she need to be protected/saved

**DRAWBACKS

so this is a weird one for me. what i didn’t like i really didn’t like, but what i loved i really loved. ultimately, the factors/uniqueness of this show and the loveability of the main characters outweighed the negatives and it’s one of my favorite dramas.

THAT SAID. i got some #thoughts on this one.

first, there are literally no positive mother figures in this show. not a damn one. they are all negligent or controlling at best or down right abusive at worst. no woman over 30 is portrayed positively and that’s a big No from me.

the last 10 eps have some pacing issues and focus on the wrong people. spending the remaining episodes focused on one of the most universally hated characters vs. the main family was a bad move

the show tried to redeem or make us sympathize with characters that were, to me, completely irredeemable. one case is worse than the other, but both of them were terrible people that deserved to be cut out of the main family’s lives.

REASONS TO WATCH

the main family. the characters are so wonderful and nuanced, and their dynamics with one another were amazing. you’ll fall in love with hai chao aka noodle dad and the trio. they go through so many trials but they still stick together and it’s ultimately a healing drama and i loved it very much.

the central romance was less in focus, but the pining is enough to make jane austen emerge from the grave. i loved the leads together, and while LOL ling xiao’s attachment to jian jian was not always healthy, they supported each other and it made me smile. i love me a tortured pining dude.

#Acting. everyone played their parts to perfection. the child actors in particular were so well-cast (esp baby zi qiu)

the soundtrack lmao. you watch the opening credits and know you’ll need to buckle up

idk it’s a very unique show, and i haven’t seen one like it. reply 1988 comes close, but it doesn’t tackle the same issues and it was all just very real and earnest.

Final Thoughts.

GOODNIGHT, GOOODBYYYYYE MY CHILDREEEEEEEN

#go ahead #song weilong #zhang xincheng #tan songyun #cdrama #gizka does kdrama

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officialao3fandomlastforever · 4 years ago

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Fandom Mini Review: A Turning Point in “March Comes in Like a Lion”

A brief summary of the show: March Comes in Like a Lion follows the story of Rei Kiriyama, a 17-year-old professional shogi player living on his own in June Town. We watch as he matures and grows into adulthood, and observe how his interactions his fellow shogi players, as well as the Kawamoto sisters who live across the bridge in March Town, shape him into the kind of player and person he’ll become.

I’m currently rewatching the show for an upcoming review, but I’m taking a moment to talk about what, in my opinion, is one of the biggest turning points in the entire series. An important moment that leads into the path our main character will take through the rest of the series. That turning point being Episode 10′s culminating scene.

This will be a little lengthy, but please bear with me.

Also, there’s going to be a lot of spoilers as well as references to various forms of abuse, toxic relationships, addiction, alcoholism, gambling, neglect, trauma, depression, and death.

Now, on to the scene.

In Episode 10, Rei has an upcoming shogi match on Christmas Eve against Yasui, a 6th dan player. Before the match though, his adoptive sister Kyoko comes over and talks to him about Yasui’s home life; he and his wife are divorcing, and his daughter just wants them to spend one last Christmas together. But that wish is only possible if Yasui wins the match, as he goes out, gets drunk, and gambles the night away when he loses. Kyoko tells Rei this in order to get into his head and try to set him up for failure, as she’s done in the past with other matches he’s faced.

While some people might point to all of episode 1 or the aftermath of his match with Shimada as Rei being at his lowest point in the series, I honestly believe episode 10 is actually that point.

The full episode on YouTube in dub if you want to watch it, also available on Netflix

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In the match of Rei vs Yasui, Rei wins, but notes that there were still moves that Yasui could have made that could have potentially turned the tide. But Yasui cuts off the review portion of the post-match and starts to head out, saying there’s no point in reviewing any further. When Yasui tries to leave behind a gift he’d gotten for his daughter, Rei returns it, only to be met with hostility.

“And this was going to be our last Christmas together.”

He takes the gift back and leaves, heading towards the nearest bar.

Over the course of the show, we learn a lot about Rei, his backstory, and how he came to be who he is as of this episode; his parents and little sister are dead, a result of a car accident. His biological family abandoned him. Where it not for shogi, he’d have ended up in an orphanage. Because of shogi, Koda took him in and raised him as his own. But also because of shogi, his adoptive siblings grew distain for him, as the game was so engrained in their household that your skill was seen as the equivalent to how much affection dad had for you. As a result of Rei’s skills, his brother Ayumu quit and turned to video games, while his sister Kyoko was forced to quit by their father and became far more rebellious, to the point of threatening to run away from home. The family was falling apart, so Rei left the house, using his shogi winnings to support himself.

For Rei, he has nothing left. No home or family to go back to. No interests or career paths he can change to.

For Rei, all there is in his life is the empty apartment, the study guides, and the shogi board. The tournaments where the more you win, the more you can earn. If you lose too much, you’ll be demoted in rank and have to claw your way back up again.

For Rei, shogi is all he has. It’s both his addiction and his lifeline, the one constant in his life that he can’t let go of or he’ll drown. He has nothing left but the click, click, click of the tiles on the board.

And yet, it all continues to weigh on him, contributing to his depression. His sister calls or shows up at his door and tells him what she hears of his opponents. Of the old men who might retire if he beats them. Of the broken families he’ll put the nail in the coffin for by taking the win. The livelihood of those who depend on the wins, just as much as he depends on them. These toxic words masked as cordial conversation embed deep into his mind.

If you keep going, it’s your fault that the bad things keep happening. He’s going to retire because of you. He’s going to lose his last happy holiday because of you. A family was torn apart because of you.

Those feelings and thoughts keep pulling and tearing into him.

And yet, he still wins, and is then faced with the fallout.

And it all culminates to this scene, where he runs from the shogi hall. He runs until he can’t any more, and in the first scene of genuine, full explosion anger and despair we see from him regarding himself and his life, Rei screams.

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Sub: “ Is everything my fault? Then what should i have done? GO TO HELL! It's your own fault for being weak! You lost because you were weak! Practice! I can tell when you don't! If you say "I know, but i can't" then just quit! DON'T COME! For me, everything's on the line! because i don't have anything else! Nothing but shogi! Don't drink booze to escape! I have no use for weak players! If you’re going to run away...if you can run away...then why?”

Dub: “Is everything my fault? Then tell my what I have done! GO TO HELL! It's your own fault for being weak! You lost because you were weak! You need to practice! I can tell you don't practice! If you say "I should, but i can't" then why don’t you just quit! DON'T SHOW! For me, everything is on the line! I don't even have anything else left, dammit! Shogi’s all I got! You gotta stop using alcohol as an escape! I have no patience for weak players! If you run away...if you can run away...well then, why?”

This moment right here is both a reflection of Rei’s current mindset, and foreshadowing of what’s to come for his character arc. Rei sees some players as weak, others as strong, and that it’s all he has. He can’t run away from shogi, as much as he’d like to.

But over the rest of the season, and into season 2, he starts to learn that “strength” is a notion that can’t be fully defined. What one player may perceive as weak may actually be incredibly strong. And that there’s more in his life than just shogi. He has friends, family. Loved ones who care about him, who he can depend on and let depend on him in return. This is most heavily reflected in the Kawamotos, his friend/rival Nikaido, fellow player Shimada, and his high school teacher Hayashida, who are always just around the corner when he needs them.

He also realizes that everyone has their reasons for staying, even when they have the chance to back out. Nikaido, Shimada, and Yanagihara could all back out if they want to, but they stay. Because shogi is more than just an escape. More than just their own personal lifeline. They have their reasons for staying in the fight, just as Rei does.

And that, most importantly, Rei learns that he isn’t responsible for everything that happens outside of the shogi hall. He’s not responsible for all his competitors actions away from the matches. He’s not responsible for his family falling apart the way it did. He’s not responsible for the negative actions of Koda, Kyoko, Goto, Yasui, and more.

And that’s okay.

But in order to climb to that peak, to reach that understanding, he needed to hit rock bottom first.

And I truly believe that this scene is that moment. That rock bottom moment.

March Comes in Like a Lion is very much like the game of which it’s centered around. There’s strategy. There’s gain. There’s loss. And there’s a moment of reflection and review, where you can go back and look at the moves. To see where you went wrong or where the other person went right. A review to see the turning point in a match.

And for this show, this moment in Episode 10, is that turning point.

#fandom reviews #March Comes in Like a Lion #sangatsu no lion #spoilers #ask to tag

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my-arlington-academia · 5 years ago

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Sweet Elite... MCL style remake because I love suffering

Look, I know we all have trauma because of MCL but I've decided to transform that trauma into comedy because RIP MCL tbh.

Okay so uh. First things first, Tadashi VS Axel, right? They hate eachother but they secretly really love eachother and respecc eachother that's obviously why Axel decided to help when Tadashi's father was being a 🤡 Their hatred becomes bromance but then when Sweet Elite University comes around they'll hate eachother again to go back to their initial dynamic because... fuck development amirite?

Oh and Karolina? A complete bitch, she'll hate Scholar only because she finds them ugly and she hates poor people. No other reason at all. She bullies Scholar by blackmailing her and locking her up in basements. Neha is just mindlessly following her because she's her lackey, not her friend and she just really needs Karol to model for Rao designs. They don't actually have a genuine bond or anything. And Neha is a migrant btw. She's fleeing from the Indian government because her parents said "YOLO" and tried to save Indian women from all the bullshit they have to go through. Also, Neha is pansexual and secretly a lawyer.

Later we'll find out that Karolina's twin brother, Tegan, was being abused by their father but Karolina never noticed because... she thought that it's normal to be harsher with sons than with daughters...? And the reason why the father was doing it is because he lost his job, and the person who took his place reminded him of his son too much so out of frustration he let it all out on Tegan. Totally makes sense, right?

Oh and, Claire? You love Claire, right? She's so kind and cute and all? Well GUESS WHAT?! She almost dies!!! Yes that's right! She'll get in a traffic accident because she forgot to look both ways before crossing the road and then when she awakens in the hospital it turns out that she lost her memories!! She has amnesia!! Oh but she still somehow remembers that she had a crush on her best friend: Raquel. They have a heart to heart then Claire's memories come back because uh... whatever. They just come back okay?

Then um,... Tyler! You like Tyler huh? He's so funny and cool, he's a good dude and all. Well GUESS WHAT?? He was adopted because everyone knows that James Cameron doesn't have black children obviously 🙄 Oh but Tyler really wants to know what happened to his real parents!! So he asks Tegan to use his hacking skills instead of asking his adoptive parents for answers! But oh boy! They find that Tyler's parents are dead and he only has an older brother left! But that older brother was one of Raquel's close friends when they were younger so Raquel really idolizes him and tries to copy his toxic behaviour! Thankfully Scholar helps Raquel to get her back to normal. Raquel just had self-confidence issues all long but it's fine now 👍

Then um. Alistair... he has really loving parents but they decide to get divorced because they don't love eachother anymore! Alistair is heartbroken because he feels really bad for his younger siblings and he has the feeling that they'll never be happy again... but whatever! He sucks it up because who cares about his feelings!

Getting back to Axel tho, let's say that he had a toxic ex and she came back to Arlington! He listens to everything she says in hopes that maybe she'll get back with him... because fuck Scholar amirite? All this time they spent together? Gone. He only trusts his ex unless there's solid proof for uh... whatever bad thing she did in the past.

And Ellie... uh... OMG! I have a great idea guys!! She's a drug dealer! Who gives a damn about making some dumb robots? She gives up on her dreams and hard work to sell drugs because at one point she really loved smoking 'em. But oh no! She's so gangsta that the police is after her! Oh but actually nevermind, she was working with the police to send the drug dealers to prison. Too bad that they stabbed her and she lost a lot of blood! Thankfully Tegan had the brains to call the ambulance instead of listening to her saying that "Ohh 🙄🙄 it's just a small cut, it's gonna be totally fine guys! 👌👌"

Now let's quickly wrap up Sweet Elite so we can make Sweet Elite University! So uh. Your crushes? You love them? You spend years trying to woo them? Well forget that lol because we don't actually give a shit about our customers' feelings. You break up with all of them and we'll bring back only 4 of the main 10 because we need 6 new characters! So uh. Let's just say Tadashi, Axel, Karolina and Claire make it into Sweet Elite University because they won in the popularity polls so they're basically our pikachus, we can't throw them away!!!

And for the new main 10 uh... Let's add a teacher, yeah? That's hot right? Everyone knows that y'all wanted Coach D's d so let's just say his wife died in a terrorist attack or something, sounds good? Cool! Now you can date someone who's like 15 years older than Scholar. Oh and, since it was too painful for him to stay in Arlington after his wife's death Coach D got like, into a really emo phase so now he's an art teacher in Sweet Elite University. Oh and Scholar is an art student so it'll make it easier for you to frick your teacher. The departments? Oh who cares about that lol. The canon route was the fine arts department, okay? Also you won't get to customize your Scholar anymore, she only has straight long hair because according to the poll that was the most used hairstyle for Scholar! You can only customize her hair, eye and skin colors because oh boy we love diversity!!

Talking about diversity! One of the new main 10 will be a Korean boi because k-pop is really trendy lately. Let's also add another Indian. Bring back Neha instead of making a new character? Oh no, sowwy we don't dow twat hewe 😥

We just really want new players so we're changing everything, sorry if you thought this was an actual continuation of Sweet Elite. Haven't you realized it yet? The OG Sweet Elite is dead, okay? No need to cry though! All the rest of the canceled main 10 are doing fine! They're probably working in a farm after their parents died or something, but no worries! They're happy! They achieved their dreams of uh. Dating you in high school because that's all that mattered to them! Now that you broke their heart they'll just do whatever floats their boat.

Don't be so sad though! You still have Tadashi, Axel, Karolina and Claire! Since you already won them over in high school I'm sure that you can do it again in University 😉😉

#if you couldn't tell already #I fricking hate beemoov 😂#I mean who doesn't #please don't kill me for making this 🙏#sweet elite #se #main 10 #random thoughts

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malecsecretsanta · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @stupidnephilimlove!

Merry Christmas!! I hope you like it!!!!

*****

Find You There

One.

It’s dark outside. Snow falls gently from the sky, pelting the grass in a fluffy white blanket. Their home is abundant with joy and warmth, incomplete traditions of years past inviting comfort into the hearts of a now complete family.

Alec looks on fondly as his husband gathers their sleeping eleven year old daughter into his arms, carrying her to her bedroom. His mother is smiling, her hair resting on her shoulders. Her fingers curl elegantly around a wine glass stem, her right arm resting at Luke’s waist as they snuggle together on the couch. His father and his new wife stand in the corner, laughing softly. There had been years of turmoil when his parents had been married, and a deep sigh of relief had followed their divorce. He was glad to see them both smiling and happy; something he wasn’t entirely certain he’d ever seen when they had been together, not even when he was a child.

Isabelle, Jace, and Max sit on the other couch together, setting up the next game for the evening. Max is 16 now, and Alec feels a never ending burst of pride towards his youngest sibling. He’d been nothing short of a menace growing up, but the years have started to mellow him out significantly. Alec feels all 29 years of his life as he watches him grow into an adult, and it’s something that should maybe bring a feeling of dread, but all Alec feels is a deep and sated content.

Jace, his best friend and sort-of brother, is finally at a point in his life that he can say he’s genuinely happy. Years of abuse from his father, Stephen Herondale, had culminated into a reckless boy longing for love and affection. He’d found it in the Lightwood home, but it wasn’t until a couple years ago when he began regular therapy sessions that he really began to find his own purpose in life. He’s a successful entrepreneur in a happy relationship with his longtime girlfriend, Clary Fairchild. Alec thinks of the ring he knows he keeps in his jacket pocket and he smiles, looking at the bright and happy redhead standing in the corner with her childhood friend and Izzy’s boyfriend, Simon Lewis.

Izzy had made friends with Clary a few years ago, bringing her into their lives and subsequently tearing down all their walls, one by one, until she burrowed her way into their tight knit family. Simon had followed her, similarly settling into their lives as a permanent fixture. Alec had, admittedly, been rather averse to their presence at first but eventually warmed up to the both of them, knowing they had made his siblings happier than he had ever seen them.

Magnus interrupts his musings as he settles in next to him on the large armchair which, though wide enough to seat both of them comfortably, finds Magnus more in his lap than on the chair itself.

“Serenity is asleep,” he says, “She woke up for a bit when I put her in bed but all she wanted was Bun.”

Bun, as their daughter affectionately called her stuffed rabbit, had been around since they’d adopted her 4 years ago. It was the first gift they had given her when they brought her room, and she refused to sleep without it. Alec feels affection swell within him, knowing his little girl was just that, still- a little girl.

“Thank you,” he says, leaning over to give him a chaste kiss.

“What were you thinking about over here?” Magnus asks, and Alec shrugs.

“Just that I’m happy to be here with everyone.”

Magnus hums in agreement and sits up slightly as Isabelle smirks in triumph, announcing the start of the next game.

“Let’s kick their asses,” he grins, and Alec smirks. He loves his family, but there’s no way in hell him and Magnus are losing their winning streak this year.

Two.

Magnus can feel his magic bubbling to the surface, playful and curious as it always is in Alexander’s presence. He suppresses it, not wanting to scare off his new- well. It’s perhaps a bit early to call him his boyfriend- they’ve only been on a grand total of three dates- but the sentiment remains. He really likes Alec, and he’d like to keep him around, if only for a little while.

Everyone leaves him eventually.

They’re sitting in companionable silence, grading tests and sharing longing glances every so often. As he falls into a deep state of focus, he doesn’t notice the blue sparks that start to make their way towards Alec, running across his arm.

“Oh,” Alec says, and Magnus looks up.

Whatever it was he thought he would see, it’s certainly not tendrils of magic wrapping themselves around Alec in smoky blue wisps. Magnus pales and forcefully draws the magic back into him.

“I can explain,” he says, struggling to come up with something to tell Alec.

“Why’d you stop?” Alec asks, pouting, and Magnus freezes.

“What?”

“The magic, why’d you stop it? It felt nice.”

“It… felt nice,” he repeats, somewhat stupidly, taken aback by Alec’s reaction. No one had ever reacted to his magic like this; not even his own mother. In all his nearly 30 years of life, he never thought he’d find someone who would not only accept this side of him, but become confused when he hid it away.

“Yeah,” and Alec is blushing now and oh, this man will be the death of him, “It felt like you.”

“That’s because it was,” Magnus mutters, astounded by this man’s ease of adaptation, “Me, that is. It was me.”

“I figured.”

Magnus shakes his head, smiling brightly at the man sitting across from him. Slowly, he lets go, and his magic reaches out to him again, soft and curious. Alec smiles and Magnus thinks that maybe Alec might just be the one to stay.

Three.

He’s walking along the poorly lit Sunset Boulevard. It’s mid-January and damn near 4 in the morning, but the light leather jacket he has on has him sweating in the California weather. He’s never been able to adjust to the weather here, despite the fact he’d lived here since he was a child.

He doesn’t really know where he is or where he’s going, but he knows he’ll find his way to where he needs to be. It’s a gift that has been with him (with his people, really) for millennia now. He looks up at the night sky, seeing the stars that are there despite the intense light pollution, and he imagines he can see his home from here. He knows he can’t, and that he’ll likely never see it again, but he can certainly hope.

He hears the flash of a camera and he curses, preparing himself for the ambush. He keeps walking, minding his own business, knowing this is the best method for dealing with the unwanted attention he’d been at the behest of for nearly 5 years now.

“Alec! Hey, Lightwood, Alec Lightwood! What are you up to tonight?” the paparazzo calls, and Alec keeps walking. He scoffs as the man continues to follow him, taking pictures as they go. “Come on, man, give me something here! You got a new boyfriend? How’s your sister?”

Alec grits his teeth and spins around, his eyes flashing in anger. The man takes a step back, frightened by the sight. “Woah, hey, I don’t mean any harm,” the guy laughs nervously, “I mean, we’re just concerned ya know, after that brush with death the people wanna know how she’s doing in rehab-”

Alec feels his eyes flash brighter, and the man falls on his ass, breaking his camera in the process. He knows he needs to control himself, he needs to calm down, but the mention of his sister has him seething. He stalks forward and the guy backs up before scrambling to his feet and running, disregarding the shattered equipment he left behind. The tension leaves him almost immediately, and his eyes return to normal. He picks up the camera and stands, turning around to go home. He freezes.

“What the actual fuck?” the man breathes out, his eyes wide.

“Ah, shit,” he mutters, pulling out his phone. He dials the number he knows practically by heart, getting in contact with the organization so that they can get the mess he’d made taken care of. He explains the situation briefly before hanging up, knowing they’d be arriving soon.

“Are you Alec Lightwood?” the man asks when he pockets his phone, seemingly shaken out of his earlier shock.

“Yeah, I am,” he says, knowing the man wouldn’t be remembering this conversation tomorrow, “What’s your name?”

“Magnus Bane,” he says.

“Are you okay?”

“Your eyes were white,” the man says instead of answering the question. Alec curses himself internally; he’d known he was angry, but he hadn’t realized it was that bad. If the paparazzo had looked at him for any longer, the man would be dead.

“Yeah, that happens sometimes,” he says. He can hear the tires screeching not too far away, and he sighed a breath of relief.

“Are you an alien or something?”

“Yeah, actually, I am.”

“Why are you just,” Magnus hesitates, “answering my questions? Aren’t you concerned I’ll tell someone?”

“Not really,” Alec shrugs, greeting the two suited women who exited the car matter-of-factly, “You won’t be remembering this conversation anyway.”

“Wait, what-?”

“Alec,” Maia calls, exasperated, “How many times are we gonna have to do this?”

Alec just shrugs and she rolls her eyes. Gretel smirks at him, amused.

“Who is this guy?” Maia asks.

“His name is Magnus. He just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time; the guy that pissed me off already ran away, but I have his camera.”

“So what you’re telling me is we’re going to have to track this guy.”

He shrugs again and Maia sighs, taking out her sunglasses and neuralyzer.

“Again, what the fuck?” Magnus calls, “I’m standing right here! What are you people going to do to me?”

“Magnus, don’t worr-” Maia starts, her smile sweet and deadly.

“Wait,” Alec interrupts, chewing his lip, “Let me talk to him first.”

Maia huffs and puts her neuralyzer back in her jacket pocket, waving her hand. He walks up to Magnus and hesitates, “I’m sorry about this, I didn’t know you were here,” he says, “But if you don’t mind, I would like for you to at least remember meeting me tonight. If that’s alright with you.”

“Are you telling me they’re going to just… take my memory of this?” Magnus asks, baffled.

“Sort of. It’s more like they’re just gonna… convince you to forget certain things.”

“That doesn’t make this any better.”

“I know,” Alec says, sighing, “Let me make it up to you? When it’s all over?”

“What are you suggesting?” Magnus asks, somewhat suspiciously.

“Dinner?”

“Oh,” he says, “What, like… Like a date?”

Alec blushes slightly, “If that’s what you want, I don’t mind it being a date.”

A smile finds its way onto Magnus’ face, and Alec’s heart stutters, “Okay, I’ll go to dinner with you- on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“If it goes well, and we… get to know each other, tell me the truth of what happened here tonight.”

Alec looks back at Maia and Gretel, then back at Magnus, “It’s a deal.”

He grins and walks back to Maia, explaining the deal to her. She rolls her eyes and grumbles under her breath about troublesome aliens and pretty boys. She walks up to Magnus, pulling the neuralyzer back out. In a matter of minutes, Magnus’ memories of Alec’s more extraterrestrial abilities were erased, and the girls were gone.

Magnus snaps out of it, looking at Alec.

“So,” he purrs, “you got a phone number?”

Four.

Magnus lets out a deep breath and plops into the grass, his sore feet throbbing. Church and Clefairy curled up next to him, sleepy from the long day of travel. Alec throws the bags on the other side and plops next to Magnus, groaning.

“I could sleep for an eternity,” Magnus mumbles, Alec grunting in agreement.

“We should probably let everyone out for a bit, get some fresh air,” Alec suggests. Magnus nods and reaches for his pokeballs, pressing the release button for each one. Church gets up, excited to see his friends (or, about as excited as any Gglameow can get) and Alec’s Clefairy does the same.

Alec’s Snorlax looks around for food before deciding it would rather sleep, settling in a soft patch of grass and snoring peacefully. Magnus’ eyes widen in curiosity as he realizes that this is the first time meeting all of Alec’s Pokemon, and he sits up a little straighter from his own spot in the grass.

Magikarp flops around in the grass next to Magnus’ own Magikarp, and he smiles in amusement. Magikarp were incredibly useless in battle until they evolved, but they were at least good for drawing a smile out. His eyes flit to the right, where Alec is standing, and his eyebrows raise in alwarm at the Bewear trying to elicit a hug out of Alec.

“Bewear, no,” Alec scowls, “We’ve talked about this. You can’t hug me, you don’t know your own strength. I’ll hug you, but you have to calm down first, okay?”

The Bewear slumps in defeat before sitting down. He wraps his arms around himself and pouts, and Magnus has to try really hard not to laugh. Alec sighs and wraps his arms around the Pokemon, muttering something that he can’t hear, and his heart just about melts in his chest.

This man will be the death of him, he’s certain.

He startles as he feels something brushing against his legs, and he looks down to see his own Espeon cuddling up by an Umbreon, presumably Alec’s. Wooper is running around with Clefairy somewhere in the distance, but he can’t drag his eyes away from the sight below him. Church and Clefairy’s bond was something that he sometimes still couldn’t believe himself, but to see his Espeon and Alec’s Umbreon interacting in this way…

Well. He can’t help but entertain that Alec may be his soulmate, if soulmates are a thing. To have Pokemon that are this compatible with one another is rare even amongst family. The rareness of the parabatai bond that Church and Clefairy share only further serves to confound and baffle him.

His thoughts settle themselves as Alec sits next to him, running his hand through Umbreon’s fur.

“I didn’t know you had an Espeon,” he whispers.

“I didn’t know you had an Umbreon,” he responds, “Or a Bewear, for that matter.”

Alec snorts, “He killed a few Team Rocket grunts not long before Izzy and I left. I was supposed to… take care of him,” he curls his lips in disgust, “I ended up training him instead. He’s a good Pokemon, he just doesn’t really know his own strength. We’re working on it, though.”

Magnus nods in understanding. Alec is a caring man with a heart much larger than he can sometimes bear, but he continues to care even when he’s suffocating.

“What’s in that one?” Alec asks, and Magnus remembers he had one last Pokemon to release. He hesitates.

“It’s a Dragonite,” he admits, “Rescued him from Team Rocket a few years ago. She was in a bad way, and the trauma from the experience still affects her now. I’ve never released her around strangers before, and I’m just worried she might attack you.”

Alec hums, considering. He stands and walks a few feet away before calling Church and Clefairy over, the rest of Magnus’ Pokemon and Alec’s Umbreon following moments later. He sits amongst them, placing his hands gently on Church and Espeon.

“Let her out,” he calls, “Maybe if she sees that the other Pokemon feel safe with me, she won’t attack.”

“And what if she attacks anyway?” Magnus asks, his heart pounding against his chest.

“I’ll protect the Pokemon,” Alec says, “Don’t worry about that.”

That’s not what I’m worried about, he wants to say, but he knows Alec already knows that. He just cares far more for the safety of their Pokemon than his own safety. He drags in a deep breath, looking down at the Pokeball before pressing the release button.

Once Dragonite has settled, he runs his hands down her flank and muzzle, whispering. She hums. He breathes, in and out, before stepping to the side and allowing her to see Alec. She perks up for a moment, considering the sight before her. She approaches slowly, suspiciously, and Magnus follows in nervous apprehension.

As they approach, Dragonite sniffs around, watching Alec with an intensity that would make any man fear for his life. Alec didn’t even react, continuing to pet the others. Eventually, Dragonite must decide that Alec is okay, because she lays down- still separated, not entirely trusting of her new companions- and watches.

Magnus lets out a deep breath and sits next to her. Alec Lightwood was definitely going to be the death of him.

Five.

Alec gazes down at the small box in his hands. He’s had it for a few weeks now; he’d honestly intended on proposing the day he got the damn thing- he was owed enough favors from his vendors, he could have gotten the flowers and the food in a matter of hours if he really needed to- but Magnus was acting… weird.

Well. Weirder than normal.

He’s the first to admit that his boyfriend is strange. The nature of a 400 year old man who’d been hiding his powers for nearly that long and then suddenly had them back only a few years ago, he supposes.

But this was weirder than his usual. He’s been distant, and though it’s difficult for him to describe, even the air around them feels different. More charged. Sometimes- and he knows this is crazy because Magnus has always had control over his magic, even when they were first together and he was still getting used to it- it feels like the magic is reaching out to him, trying to pull him in. He could talk to him about it if Magnus would just stop avoiding him.

He sighs and pulls out his phone. If Magnus won’t talk to him, then Alec’s just gonna have to figure this out on his own.

“Hey, Ragnor?” he says, “Are you free today?”

Alec briefly explains the situation and they make plans to meet that afternoon at Ragnor’s home. He got up and grabbed the keys to Magnus’ car, knowing it would take at least an hour to get to Ragnor’s. He could run some errands on the way there, stop by the office to check on the interns. He briefly considers leaving the ring at home before changing his mind, grabbing it and stuffing it in his jacket pocket.

He can’t stop thinking about Magnus the entire time, biting his lip raw as he makes his way upstate. What if Magnus has grown tired of him? They’ve had the immortality argument before, and though he’s mostly accepted it now, he can’t help but wonder how Magnus can even stand to be with someone like him.

Mortal. Boring. Predictable.

He pulls into Ragnor’s driveway, impressed as he always is by the house. It’s an 18th century cottage, European inspired and probably expensive as all hell. Being immortal certainly has its financial perks.

Ragnor greets him before he even walks up to the door, having felt him enter the wards the moment he passed the mailbox. He’s ushered inside, and he smiles in amusement at the man’s antics.

“Now, now,” Ragnor says, practically pushing him onto the couch and summoning a tray of tea and snacks, “From what you’ve told me about the way Magnus is acting, I’m fairly certain I know what the issue is on his side. You, on the other hand…”

“Me?” he asks in confusion, his brows furrowed. What did he do?

“You see,” Ragnor begins to explain, munching on a cookie (It’s a biscuit, says the voice in his head that sounds like Ragnor, and he wonders when that happened) “When warlocks allow their magic to be active and have been in a relationship for so long, our magic begins to reach out to that person. It’s totally normal, usually wouldn’t be a cause for concern, except that it can only happen when our partners possess magic of their own.”

“I-” Alec starts, and isn’t that something? To think he’s had magic this whole time, to know that he’s not so mundane after all, “I’ve never used magic.”

“I know that, you know that, Magnus knows that,” Ragnor says, “That’s probably why he’s been so distant. Old insecurities and frankly ancient trust issues have come back to bite him in the arse.”

Ah. “I guess that makes sense. Suddenly finding out I have magic after all these years…”

Except he hadn’t known, either. He really needs to talk to Magnus about this. But, first thing’s first.

“Can we find out what I am?” he asks, “Like… what kind of magic do I have?”

Is he immortal?

“Yes, of course,” Ragnor says, pulling out a small vial, “Just drink this.”

Alec eyes it suspiciously, raising it to his face to sniff. No smell. He shrugs and downs it, not feeling any different, though by the look on Ragnor’s face he was certainly seeing something. He looks down and gasps.

“Where did these tattoos come from?”

His arms are covered in them. Stark black, curving in confusing manners, almost like calligraphy. Except, when he looked at them, he knew what they meant. Courage. Strength. Stamina. Healing. Angelic power.

“You, my dear boy, are one of the last remaining nephilim,” he says in awe, “and judging by the wings you now have on your back, I’d say the blood of the angels runs quite strongly through your veins.”

Alec whipped his head around, and he caught a glimpse of white glowing wings before they vanished. He looked back at Ragnor, then down at his now bare arms.

“How the hell am I supposed to tell Magnus that I’m a Shadowhunter when they don’t even exist anymore?”

Ragnor winces, “Well, it won’t be easy, that’s for sure,” he softens, “But he’ll listen to you. He loves you to the point that, if you were even a fraction of a bad man, he’d be in severe danger of being hurt.”

Alec nods, instinctively pulling out the box and looking at it. Ragnor inhales sharply, not quite a gasp, and sits up straighter. Alec looks up at him, and the look Ragnor gives him is nothing short of pleading.

“Take care of him.”

“I will,” Alec says, more determined than ever. He has some favors to call in.

Plus one.

Magnus wakes up slowly to his boyfriend- husband, he corrects himself with glee- wrapped tightly around him. He grins and turns around, facing him. Alec is still asleep, though he seems to be waking up now. He leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead, and Alec’s nose crinkles slightly. He can’t resist pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose before Alec tips his chin up, and he kisses his lips.

It’s soft and gentle and slow. They don’t have to get up or go anywhere or do anything. They could lie here like this all day if they wanted, wrapped up in nothing but each other.

Magnus hums and pulls back, his eyes fluttering in contentment. Alec has a soft smile on his face, his fingers gently stroking under his eyes.

“I love your eyes,” he mutters, and Magnus smiles.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

Alec kisses him again, somehow softer but no less intense in emotion. He could do this for hours; days; he could do this for an eternity, if he had the chance to do so. He pulls back again.

“Simon told me something interesting at the wedding last night,” he says, laughing at Alec’s eyeroll.

“How interesting can it be? It’s Simon.”

“He told me that you asked him to turn you.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Magnus snorts, “Oh, yeah, he says. How do you forget to mention that?”

“I forgot it happened,” Alec mutters, “I was desperate to get to you, but then Clary came up with that rune, and well…”

Magnus sighs, wrapping his arms around Alec and pressing a kiss onto his temple. Alec leans over and kisses his neck, snuggling into him.

“I still can’t believe you came,” Magnus whispers, “I didn’t think I would ever see you again. I-”

He thought he would be alone. Forever.

“I told you,” Alec says, “We always find our way back to each other, and it was only Edom.”

“Clary had to invent a new rune just so you could bare to enter Edom,” Magnus says.

“Yeah, and I found you,” Alec insists, “I’d find you anywhere if I had to. If you somehow ended up in another dimension, I would find you there. When I die and you live on…” he swallows, tears pricking his eyes, “We’ll find each other again. You’ll never be alone, Magnus.”

Magnus rests his hand on Alec’s cheek, staring at him in wonder, “Where have you been all my life?” It’s cheesy but he means it all the same. Where was this man when he was alone, for all those centuries? Where was he as the Angels looked down on him in contempt, throwing tragedy at him from every angle?

“I was looking for you,” Alec says, and what is Magnus supposed to say to that?

He can’t think of anything, so he kisses him. And he kisses him. And Alec kisses him back.

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dwhumpster · 6 years ago

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Whump compilation: Grey’s Anatomy

This is a comprehensive list of whump in Grey’s Anatomy.

List established as of 15x25, series ongoing.

Characters

Alex Carev (Justin Chambers)

2x08, “Let It Be”, slapped

4x02, “Love/Addiction”, punched in the face, knocked out

4x17, “Freedom: Part 2”, tears, comfort

5x17, “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”, anxiety, hands shaking

5x19, “Elevator Love Letter”, upset over his partner who has cancer

5x22, “What a Difference a Day Makes”, tears, worry for his partner who has cancer

5x24, “Now or Never”, worry, tears, partner crashes

6x01, “Good Mourning”, partner nearly dies in his arms, tears

6x07, “Give Peace a Chance”, tears

6x19, “Sympathy for the Parents”, friends discover he spent his childhood in and out of foster care, fight, nosebleed

6x23, “Sanctuary”, shot, blood, drags himself around, heavy breathing, spasms, rudimentary operation

6x24, “Death and All His Friends”, heavy breathing, hallucinates his dead wife, brought out on a gurney, nose cannula

7x01, “With You I’m born Again”, scar from bullet wound, counseling for trauma, flashback to the hospital shooting

7x02, “Shock to the System”, operated on, bullet removal

7x08, “Something’s Gotta Give”, punched in the face, beaten up, bruises, guilt over leaving his family behind

7x09, “Slow Night, So Long”, bruised face

8x02, “She’s Gone”, partner injects him with needle by accident during surgery, knocked out, collapses, defibrilated, hospital bed, friend worry for him

9x23, “Readiness is All”, worry/concern

10x13, “Take it Back”, angst, abusive father admitted to the hospital & dies

12x24, “Family Affair”, upset his girlfriend won’t marry him

13x01, “Undo”, bruised hand, angst, guilt, arrested, handcuffed, imprisoned

14x22, “Fight For Your Mind”, locates his neglectful mother, brings up pent-up frustration about her leaving him and his siblings, emotional whump

Richard Webber (James Pickens Jr.)

2x17, “As We Know It”, diaphoretic, heavy breathing, heart attack, bedridden

6x01, “Good Mourning”, car accident, minor leg injury, medically treated

6x15, “The Time Warp”, rehab (brief)

8x16, “If Only You Were Lonely”, worry for his wife, minor burn to his arm, tended to

8x20, “The Girl with No Name”, angst, catches his wife (who has alzeihmer's) in bed with another man, tries to make her remember their life together

9x10, “Things we said Today”, worry for his ex wife, tears, grief/she dies

9x11, “The End Is the Beginning Is the End”, guilt, grief, support

9x24, “Perfect Storm”, implied electrocution, unconscious

10x01, “Seal our Fate”, unconscious, colleagues worry for him, cardiac tamponade

10x02, “I want You with Me”, operated on, hospital bed, breathalyzer

10x03, “Everybody’s Crying Mercy”, hospitalized, nose cannula, mentions of significant weight loss due to surgery, feeding tube, bedridden

10x04, “Puttin’ on the Ritz”, hospitalized, bedridden, nose cannula, refuses treatment, angst

10x05, “I Bet It Stung”, hospital bed, IV in his arm, pancreatic leak

10x06, “Map of You”, hospital bed, constant shoulder pain

10x07, “Thriller”, hospital bed, pads/sensors on chest

10x08, “Two Against One”, hospital bed, nose cannula

10x09, “Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word”, wheelchair

10x10, “Somebody that I used to Know”, falls down while overexerting himself

11x06, “Don’t Let’s Start”, angst, rejected by his biological daughter

14x18, “Hold Back the River”, his AA sponsor dies, grief

14x19, “Beautiful Dreamer”, friends worry for him

Derek Shepherd (Patrick Dempsey)

2x18, “Yesterday”, bruised hand, ice pack

3x05, “Oh, the Guilt”, upset, learns the extent of his wife cheating on him

3x14, “Wishin’ and Hopin’”, exposure to neurotoxine, passes out

3x16, “Drowning on Dry Land”, saves his partner from drowning, worry (she has hypothermia), angst, tears

3x17, “Some Kind of Malice”, worry for his partner, guilt, comfort

5x01, “Dream a Little Dream of Me, Part 1”, hit by a bus, hospitalized, operated on (dream sequence, not real)

5x02, “Dream a Little Dream of Me, Part 2”, minor hand injury, bandaged

5x16, “An Honest Mistake”, fight with Mark, punched in the face, bruised

5x17, “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”, angst, bruised face

6x07, “Give Peace a Chance”, dehydrated, stressed, throws up

6x23, “Sanctuary”, shot in the chest

6x24, “Death and All His Friends”, aftermath of being shot, heavy breathing, partner worries for him, operated on

7x01, “With You I’m born Again”, flashback to being shot and the subsequent hospitalization, locked up for overspeeding (not serious)

7x03, “Superfreak”, recalls his father being shot in front of him

8x24, “Flight”, plane crash, head injury, arm trapped beneath plane debris, injures himself further to free himself, limping, passes out, wound pinned shut with safety pin without anasthesia

9x02, “Remember the Time”, flashback to being rescued, hand bandaged, hand splinted, operated on

9x03, “Love the One You’re With”, flashback to the plane crash

9x06, “Second Opinion”, hand splinted, may never do a surgery again

9x09, “Run, Baby, Run”, arm operated on, sedated, unconscious, hand bandaged

9x10, "Things we said Today”, hand bandaged, bedridden

10x03, “Everybody’s Crying Mercy”, exhaustion

10x18, “You be Illin’”, sick, exhaustion, passes out, bedridden, dehydrated, IV in his arm

11x07, “Could we start again, Please?”, guilt, flashback to father’s murder

11x21, “How to Save a Life”, hit by a truck, severe injuries, hospitalized, misdiagnosed, operated on, wife terminates life support, death

George O’Malley (T.R. Knight)

2x19, “What Have I Done to Deserve This?”, dislocated shoulder, tended to, arm in sling, angst, upset

3x08, “Staring at the Sun”, angst, father has esophageal cancer, aortic regurg, and needs aortic valve replacement

3x11, “Six Days, Part 1”, father needs to be operated on, angst, friends comfort him, eventually has to unplug father’s life support, grief

3x14, “Wishin’ and Hopin’”, sick from exposure to neurotoxine, shaking

3x16, “Drowning on Dry Land”, worry for his friend, angst, tears

4x04, “The Heart of the Matter”, guilt for cheating on his wife

5x24, “Now or Never”, severely injured, deformed face, rushed into the hospital, death

Preston Burke (Isiah Washington)

2x26, “Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response”, shot, blood, shoulder injury, medically taken care of, nose cannula

2x27, “Losing My Religion”, bedridden, hand pain

3x02, “I am a Tree”, bedridden, arm in sling

3x03, “Sometimes a Fantasy”, arm in sling

3x04, “What I Am”, trembling hand

3x09, “From a Whisper to a Scream”, hand pain, partner removes him from an operation without him knowing, angst

3x11, “Six Days, Part 1”, bedridden in hospital, arm in sling

3x14, “Wishin’ and Hopin’”, exposure to neurotoxine, heavy breathing, passes out

Owen Hunt (Kevin McKidd)

5x01, “Dream a Little Deam of Me, Part 1”, calf injury, taken care of, stapled

5x06, “Life During Wartime”, vague mentions of past trauma in Iraq

5x14, “Beat Your Heart Out”, panic attack, “forcefully” hugged for comfort

5x19, “Elevator Love Letter”, insomnia, PTSD, accidentaly chokes his partner, guilt, tears, comfort, zones out, worried friend

5x20, “Sweet Surrender”, guilt

6x01, “Good Mourning”, PTSD counseling

6x18, “Suicide is Painless”, insomnia, has flashbacks/dissociation during an operation

6x23, “Sanctuary”, angst, partner breaks up with him

6x24, “Death and All His Friends”, held at gunpoint, romantic partner held at gunpoint in front of him, shot in the shoulder, operated on

8x09, “Dark Was the Night”, angst

8x13, “If/Then”, hits hand against glass, bruised/bloody knuckles, tended to

8x19, “Support System”, guilt, worry, partner breaks up with him, angst

8x23, “Migration”, angst

9x02, “Remember the Time”, worry for his partner who has PTSD from the plane crash

9x09, “Run, Baby, Run”, guilt over the plane crash (he chose a cheaper plane)

9x10, “Things we said Today”, angst, tears, divorce

11x15, “I Feel the Earth Move”, worry, support

11x20, “One Flight Down”, angst, operation brings up guilt over the s8 plane crash

12x07, “Something Against You”, PTSD (brief)

12x10, “All I Want is You”, grief over sister’s supposed death, upset (brief)

12x20, “Trigger Happy”, guilt, upset

13x12, “None of Your Business”, injures himself with barbed wire while trying to help a patient (who is entangled in it)

13x17, “Till I Hear it from You”, insomnia (brief), romantic angst, teary-eyed

13x23, “True Colors”, dissociates, hallucinates, comfort, hugged, tears, long lost sister is found & guilt over leaving her behind during a military operation

13x24, “Ring of Fire”, zones out

14x01, “Break Down the House”, worry for his sister who is in surgery, heavy breathing/panic attack, supportive friend

14x05, “Danger Zone”, insomnia

15x09, “Shelter From the Storm”, angst, teary-eyed

15x10, “Help, I’m Alive”, sick, accidentaly injected with paralytics/propofol, passes out, bedridden

15x22, “Head Over High Heels”, therapy, guilt, recalls father’s death, tears

Mark Sloan (Eric Dane)

5x16, “An Honest Mistake”, fight with Derek, punched in the face, bruised

5x17, “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”, swollen hand

6x20, “Hook, Line and Sinner”, angst/upset, gives up his baby for adoption

7x18, “Song Beneath the Song”, worry for his wife who was in a car accident

8x24, “Flight”, plane crash, head injury, heavy bruising, romantic partner dies in front of him, tears, grief, lethargic, friend discovers he's more injured then he lets on (whole chest), operated on while conscious

9x01, “Going, Going, Gone”, unconscious, hospital bed, breathalyzer, friends stop life support, death, friends grieve by his bedside

9x02, “Remember the Time”, flashback to being rescued, defibrilation, hospital bed, heavy breathing, nose cannula

Jackson Avery (Jesse Williams)

7x06, “These Arms of Mine”, panic

7x08, “Something’s Gotta Give”, bruised hand tended to

7x09, “Slow Night, So Long”, nightmare

9x24, “Perfect Storm”, injured rescuing someone, tended to, arm in sling, bedridden

10x01, “Seal our Fate”, injured, bruised face, arm in sling, bedridden, dislocated shoulder, partner worries for him

10x18, “You be Illin’”, sick, exhaustion, sluggish

11x09, “Where do We go from Here?”, worry, tears, emotional whump

11x10, “The Bed’s too Big without You”, tears, emotional whump

11x11, “All I could do was Cry”, learns his baby has a genetics disorders affecting his bones, tears, grief

11x22, “She’s Leaving Home, Part 1”, upset, worry for his partner

12x11, “Unbreak My Heart”, injures himself, bruised cheek, arm stitched, tears, divorce

12x24, “Family Affair”, worry for his pregnant partner

13x16, “Who Is He (And What is he to You)?”, angst over his estranged father not recognizing him when he bumps into im again, teary-eyed, emotional whump

13x24, “Ring of Fire”, rescues patient from a fire, heavy breathing, coughing, oxygen mask

14x10, “Personal Jesus”, operation brings up memories of police brutality against him

14x16, “Caught Somewhere in Between”, forcefully kissed

14x23, “Cold as Ice”, tears/worry for hospitalized partner

15x10, “Help, I’m Alive”, upset his mother didn't tell him she has cancer

15x11, “The Winner takes it All”, fear/worry for his mother who is in surgery, partner comforts him, tears

Ben Warren (Jason George)

11x22, “She’s Leaving Home, Part 1”, treated for beestings on his shoulder (not overly serious)

12x18, “There’s a Fine, Fine Line”, angst, upset over mistake that kills a patient

12x19, “It’s Allright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)”, breaks rules while trying to save a patient, suspended, tears, angst

14x11, “(Don’t) Fear the Reaper”, worry for his romantic partner

15x04, “Momma Knows Best”, hand bandaged

Nathan Riggs (Martin Henderson)

12x08, “Things We Lost in the Fire”, punched in the face twice

13x24, “Ring of Fire”, heavy breathing/coughing from operating in a hospital on fire, oxygen mask, tears

14x01, “Break Down the House”, tears

14x05, “Danger Zone”, injures his fnger (minor)

Andrew DeLuca (Giacomo Gianiotti)

13x01, “Undo”, gurney, face and neck trauma, nebulizer mask, zygomatic fracture/eye injury, broken nose, intubated, operated on, hyphema, arm in sling, bandaged, fear/panic

13x02, “Catastrophe and the Cure”, bruised face, arm in sling

13x03, “I ain’t no Miracle Worker”, bruised face, arm in sling, bandage on nose

14x14, “Games People Play”, slips, hits head on floor, passes out, head CT, concussion (not too serious), hospital bed

14x16, “Caught Somewhere in Between”, fakes injury for a medical simulation (comedic)

15x17, “And Dream of Sheep”, exhaustion (fluffy)

15x25, “Jump Into the Fog”, arrested for fraud, escorted by police, locked up

Nico Kim (Alex Landi)

15x08, “Blowin’ in the Wind”, thrown against a truck by blast of wind, ice pack to the head

15x09, “Shelter From the Storm”, forehead bruise

#Dwhumpster's whump compilations #Grey's Anatomy #Text post #(hkfqqsdfjlhvsv I've been working on this since January)#(I am officially dead)

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cinemagnetic-yuyu · 6 years ago

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The Binds that Break

Serbis and how Philippine law and culture betray the family

“Why are you fighting? You’re siblings!”

Where would you expect to hear a question like this? Perhaps from an exasperated mother just trying her best? From a concerned uncle at a partially forced family gathering?

In the Philippines, you hear this question in court from judges and lawyers trying to justify a crime against family by searching for imaginary moral ties in blood relations. In the Philippines, crimes committed by siblings against each other are scoffed at and treated as little more than a kindergarten squabble, no matter the crime. Did your sibling smash your car on purpose? Steal money from the family corporation? Forge your father’s will? Doesn’t matter, in the Philippines not even the highest court officials can fathom the reality of a family feud. You’re gonna have to search real hard for a lawyer who takes your case seriously, and if you’re a parent wronged by your child, you can forget about justice altogether. For some reason, people here believe that being related by blood immediately necessitates some kind of undying love. News flash: it doesn’t.

The law speaks for itself. Article 332 of the Revised Penal Code states:

No criminal liability, but only civil liability shall result from the commission of the crime of theft, swindling, or malicious mischief committed or caused mutually by the following persons:

1.Spouses, ascendants and descendants, or relatives by affinity in the same line;

2.The widowed spouse with respect to the property which belonged to the deceased spouse before the same shall have passed into the possession of another; and

3.Brothers and sisters and brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law, if living together.

(Source: https://www.lawphil.net/judjuris/juri2010/feb2010/gr_181409_2010.html)

As Filipino children, we are taught that having “close family ties” is highly upheld and valued in our culture, something to be proud of, if you will. But growing up in this country, I soon realized that this was a cover-up to hide dysfunction beneath the guise of a good Christian family with the end goal of appearing pleasing to the eyes of society. But it’s always the people closest to you that hurt you.

Beneath the hurried blowjobs at the back of a rundown movie theater, Brillante Mendoza’s Serbis is a testament to how Filipino culture and laws betray the family instead of protecting it. This is a point merely glossed over by reviewers, but I come from a shaky family myself, and I know what I’m talking about. Matriarch Nanay Flor is embroiled in a bigamy case against her husband Edwin, who at the time of this film has a whole other set of children with a younger woman. Flor’s own children Nayda, who helps run the theater, Jerome, who spends way too much time with his father’s other family, and Danny, a mechanical engineer who just died, are dead set on making sure their father doesn’t go to jail (for only 4 years and 2 months maximum, I might add), but their reasons are far from noble.

Nayda is perhaps the most sincere about not wanting her father behind bars. She shares these feelings with her mother, who sternly tells her, “your father is not above the law”. And she’s right. He has every reason to go to jail; bigamy is highly illegal in the Philippines and it’s quite easy to prove if you have the right documents. Flor has confidence in her lawyer and the judge, but loses the case anyway because, guess what, Jerome testifies against her. Clearly, the judge has also been bribed, as he changes his tune from support for Flor to immediately acquitting Edwin, guilty of a crime as serious and perjurious as bigamy, in just one hearing, and with only one supporting testimony.

Jerome later explains that he and his siblings agreed that proving his father was guilty of bigamy would be akin to legitimizing his children with his other wife, meaning they would also inherit his assets upon death. First of all, Jerome clearly is out to get money from his father while he is still alive, or else he wouldn’t be going to Jollibee with his father’s second family and spending an ungodly amount of time with the people who ruined his mother’s life. Second, this reasoning is absolute bullshit; under Philippine law, Edwin’s illegitimate children immediately gain the equivalent of half the shares given to a legitimate child regardless of whether Edwin is proven guilty of bigamy or not. Yes, ours is a country that protects children out of wedlock or illegal unions for some bizarre reason (perhaps because many of our senators are bastards themselves). Jerome’s misunderstanding of the law needlessly ended Nanay Flor’s life right then and there; she cannot divorce Edwin, because divorce is illegal in the Philippines (no joke, it’s just us and the Vatican left with a divorce ban). She intended to use bigamy as grounds for legal separation, which of course by law means that they are still married, but Flor’s goal was not money but justice. She was irrevocably hurt by Edwin’s actions, as she is now left trying to save a rundown theater from shutting down while at the same time taking care of her huge extended family: her daughter Nayda, son-in law Lando, grandson Jonas, adopted daughter Jewel, nephews Ronald and Alan, and now Alan’s impregnated girlfriend Merly, whose baby will be yet another mouth to feed, as abortion is also illegal in the Philippines.

Alan decides to leave the family to live with Merly instead of marrying her. Live-in couples are commonplace here. But this comes with its own complications: for one, live-in couples are not married and thus not protected by any marriage laws. Alan or Merly can just up and leave the other to take care of their child without any consequence. On the other hand, marriage is a life sentence because divorce is illegal, and grounds for annulment are few. The process of annulment is lengthy and highly expensive as well. In the end, thousands of broken Filipino families are forced to stay together and prevented from a second chance at life by the greed of an all too powerful Church and a weak government with incompetent lawmakers. Abusive marriages and teenage mothers are all too common here.

Flor is old. She wants little more than justice for herself and security for her family. She cares little about herself and tries her best to make things work for her family. But the laws and the culture of the Philippines prevent her from doing so, banning her to live the rest of her days in bitter regret. Merly, not even an adult, will have to shoulder the responsibility of raising a child all on her own as Alan will have to find a job. God knows if she can continue to go to school. Their lives ends here. There is no second chance for Flor or Merly or for anyone else in this godforsaken country.

I have met hundreds of Flors and Merlys in my 21 years of living here. They mask the sadness in their eyes with forced smiles so that people don’t suspect, don’t talk, don’t whisper among themselves. Society hides their problems behind Sunday masses and a stream of cheaply-produced entertainment on TV full of even more dysfunctional families.

The Philippines is a country that bans second chances for everyone but the criminals.

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severepersonacrime · 7 years ago

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Sylvia Likens

This case covers yet another tragic death of a child, a young, sweet 16 year old girl, who will only be remembered for her untimely murder. Her name was Sylvia Likens and she lived the last few months of her life in misery, so much so that this inspired the film 'An American Crime', starring Ellen Page and Catherine Keener, which premiered at the Sundance Film Festival in 2007. While heavily criticised on numerous points by attendees, it can be noted for it's sheer amount of disturbance in terms of portraying the events that led to this heinous crime.

Sylvia Likens was the middle child of Lester and Betty Likens, two carnival workers, on January 3rd 1949. She was born between two sets of fraternal twins, Diana and Danny being born in 1947 and Jenny and Benny in 1950. The family had a very unstable life and, to keep up with moving around the carnival for their parents jobs, were never able to properly settle down anywhere. On top of that, Lester and Betty started having financial and marital problems, causing them to separate for a time.

For a short time in the summer of 1965, Betty lived with Sylvia and Jenny, who was disabled due to catching polio as a young child, in Indianapolis, Indiana, away from the carnival environment. Shortly after, however, Lester got in contact with his estranged wife with the promise of potentially patching up their relationship. Needing some alone time, they got in contact with a local woman, Gertude Baniszewski, the mother of a friend Sylvia had recently made.

It was thought that the reason Lester asked her to take care of them was because he felt pity towards her. Gertrude had dropped out of school at the age of 16 to marry a man with a volatile temper, with who she had 6 children with: Paula, Stephanie, John, Marie, Shirley and James. They were married for 10 years before divorcing and Gertrude got involved with a younger man, 22 year old Dennis Lee Wright. Although he fathered her youngest and seventh child, named Dennis Lee Wright Jr. He was abusive towards her and they eventually separated also. Forced to raise all her children as a single mother, she would babysit and iron in order to raise some money, though this was never enough to feed her family. So when Lester Likens offered the opportunity to earn $20 a week by taking in Sylvia and Jenny, she was quick to accept.

For the first week of Sylvia and Jenny's stay, everything seemed to be normal. The conditions were cramped and food wasn't of the greatest quality, but that week essentially remained incident free. Paula was 17 and became a very close friend of Sylvia, Stephanie was 15 and her and Sylvia often sang together throughout that first week, John was 12, Marie 11, Shirley 10, James 8 and Dennis a few months old. However, the $20 that was promised to Gertrude came late. Unbeknownst to any of the Likens upon initially meeting her, Gertrude was struggling with depression and severe stress, as well as receiving treatment for asthma. So when the money arrived late, Gertrude felt cheated and she took her anger out on the girls, beating both of them with a paddle while screaming at them. A cheque had arrived the next day from Lester, but this didn't stop Gertrude's resent towards the girls as a result. In fact, nothing truly would.

Throughout the coming weeks, the relationship between Sylvia and Paula started to become strained. Paula had been seeing a married man and had realised that she was pregnant with his baby. Paula was too scared to tell her mother, despite the fact that she was her favourite child, but trusted Sylvia enough to let her know. During an altercation with this married man, Sylvia let slip that Paula was pregnant and others at their school overheard. This led to their peers spreading rumours around the school about Paula and soon about Paula and Stephanie both being prostitutes. These rumours eventually made their way back to Gertrude and accused Sylvia of spreading them.

Sylvia soon became the sole target of the abuse. She was humiliated for even the simplest things, including once having had a boyfriend and accusing her of things that she did not do. If Sylvia was even seen talking to a boy on any given occasion, she would be labelled as a whore or a prostitute, which only worsened the abuse. Gertrude would encourage her own children to hurt Sylvia, including burning their cigarettes on her arm, punching her, kicking her, pushing her down the stairs and was even forced to insert a coke bottle into her vagina.

This was not even enough for Gertrude, as she even invited many of the neighbourhood children over to partake in the torture, including Stephanie's boyfriend Coy Hubbard. She would be tied up, forced to eat and drink her own urine and faeces, using her as a dummy for judo practice, lacerating her, burning her body with scalding hot water or matches and rubbing salt onto her wounds. Jenny was unable to tell anyone about the ongoing abuse as she was threatened with the same treatment if she revealed anything. The girls also had barely any contact with their parents either, as Gertrude disposed of any letters that the girls received from them. People in the community knew about the mistreatment, but were scared to report it because of potential consequences they faced.

When Sylvia had to resort to stealing a gym uniform at school, Gertrude grew increasingly angrily and forbade her from going back to school. She was also whipped numerous times and kicked in the vagina. This constant abuse day by day caused Sylvia to become incontinent and urinated herself after being denied access to the bathroom. This was the last straw for Gertrude and Sylvia was thrown into the basement.

In the basement, Sylvia was nothing more than a caged animal used for people's amusement. She was kept naked and starved and often restrained, sometimes in a bath tub full of scalding water. Abuse of Sylvia became part of the daily routine in the Baniszewski household. Gertrude even started charging the neighbourhood children 5 cents to watch Sylvia be tortured, beaten, mutilated and burned.

On October 22nd, Sylvia was eventually allowed back upstairs after complying to the constant torture. However, she urinated again that night and the worst of the torture was to take place as a result. Sylvia was forced to masturbate with a soda bottle in front of Gertrude's children and was then stripped naked and restrained while Gertrude carved the words “I'm a prostitute and proud of it” onto her stomach with a hot needle, with other neighbourhood kid Richard Hobbs finishing the inscription. The S was then burned with an iron poker into her chest. Gertrude's reasoning for this was that with this on her abdomen, no man would ever want to marry her and was forced to return back to the basement. It was at this point that Sylvia knew that she was going to die.

The next day, Gertrude forged a letter to Lester and Betty, saying that Sylvia had run away and framing a group of anonymous boys for the abuse. That night, Gertrude hatched a plan with John, which involved blindfolding Sylvia and leaving her to die in a nearby wooded area. Sylvia overheard this plan and attempted to escape the basement. Sylvia made it as far as the door, but due to her injuries, she wasn't fast enough and was caught by Gertrude. She was thrown back into the basement and beaten until rendered unconscious. When she woke again, she was unable to speak intelligibly and could barely move her limbs but this did not stop her from trying to get out of the basement again. However, she collapsed and was found by Gertrude, who crushed her head with her feet.

On October 26th, Sylvia was found by Stephanie and Richard, unconscious and not breathing. Stephanie attempted to give her mouth to mouth, but Gertrude repeatedly insisted that Sylvia was faking it. Yet enough time passed for them to truly realise that Sylvia was dead. Richard Hobbs called the police on a nearby pay phone and Gertrude presented the forged letter as proof that the family had nothing to do with Sylvia's death. For a moment, they thought they had gotten away with murder, until Jenny came to one of the officer's and said “Get me out of here and I'll tell you everything”. Gertrude, the eldest three children, Richard, Coy and multiple neighbourhood children were arrested following this new provision of information.

The autopsy revealed that Sylvia had died from a brain haemorrhage, shock and malnutrition. Her nails had been bent backwards and most of her skin's outer layer had been peeled off. She had numerous bruises, burns, cuts, muscle and nerve damage. Her vaginal cavity was nearly swollen shut, but her hymen was still intact, disproving Gertrude's assertions that Sylvia had even had sexual intercourse or was a prostitute.

Only five people involved in Sylvia's death were tried: Gertrude, Paula, John, Richard and Coy. Gertrude pleaded not guilty to charges of first degree murder by reason of insanity and the attorneys for all of the minors claimed that they were pressured by Gertrude to partake in the abuse. The remaining children, various neighbourhood kids and the Likens were made to testify at the trial. The eye-witness accounts that were provided was not in Gertrude's favour, as many testified that they witnessed Gertrude beating Sylvia and that they were forced also.

Gertrude was convicted of first degree murder and sentenced to life imprisonment; her plea of insanity was denied. Paula was convicted of second degree murder and was also sentenced to life imprisonment. While in custody, she gave birth to a daughter, called her Gertrude and gave her up for adoption. Richard, Coy and John were convicted of manslaughter and sentenced to 2-21 years in prison. The three boys were released on parole two years later.

In 1971, both Gertrude and Paula requested a retrial, citing bias against them due to intense media coverage regarding the case at the time. Paula pleaded guilty to voluntary manslaughter, and, due to the time she had already served, was released one year later. Gertrude's sentence remained the same and spent another 14 years in prison. However, she was recognised for her good behaviour and her maternal nature towards the other inmates, often being referred to as “Mom”. Her parole hearing was met with mass protests by various human rights organisations and the Likens family, to name a few. A petition went around the area, with over 40,000 people signing to keep Gertrude behind bars.

However, she was released on 4th December 1985, changed her name to Nadine Van Fossan, and relocated to Iowa. She remained there until 1990, when she died of lung cancer. Paula changed her name to Paula Pace and worked as an assistant for a school counsellor for 14 years, however she lied in her application and was fired when the truth was revealed. Stephanie also assumed a new name and is now married with children. John changed his name to John Blake devoted his life to ensuring that young criminals are able to get the help they need in order to turn their lives around – he died of diabetes at age 52 on May 19th 2005. Coy Hubbard became a repeat offender, even being charged with the murder of two men, however those charges were acquitted. He died of a heart attack at 56 on June 23rd 2007. Richard Hobbs died four years after his release from prison of cancer, at age 21. The Baniszewski house was demolished in 2009 after it remained vacant for years.

It is hard to say whether Sylvia and her family received true justice. After all, the main culprits were released for good behaviour before their sentences were truly over. Given the disturbing nature of the crime itself, it seems almost laughable that many of these people were able to live their life under new identity and start over when Sylvia was not given that same chance. The Likens have expressed outrage against these rulings but they have since been ignored. All in all, Sylvia Likens will be remembered only for her horrific death and not for the kind-hearted person she really was.

#sylvia likens #true crime #tcc #torture #abuse #homicide #own post

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queenhollyberry90 · 4 years ago

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It's All Relative! The Story of How Lost Relatives Found Us When We Didn't Even Know They Existed

Growing up I had always known where my family had come from and although I was and still am an avid lover of history it wasn't until the birth of my daughter back in 2014 that I decided to, while on maternity leave, look and create an official family tree for her to look over when she was older as to know as I did growing up where she came from. Because I had grown up hearing names and stories about my maternal family nothing really came as a shock to me as I built that side of the tree outside of marriage dates and the births of the first born mere months later. (Should I have be surprised? Not really. Was I anyways because I think of my ancestors as prudes due to the media's portrayal of last couple hundred years? Duh!) My paternal side however was a bit of a mystery as my Papa had been adopted at a rather young age and my Babi was from an immigrant family that had come from Czechoslovakia which meant that when it came to that side of the tree it was rather stubby. Like my dad, his parents and their parents stubby. I was lucky enough however to come in the possession of my Papa's own genealogical research that allowed me to grow his side of the tree at least and let me tell you did it ever explode!

My Papa's adopted family was quiet prestigious back in the day and not only that but back in the early/mid aughts' he had found his birth mother and thanks to research one of his younger half-brothers did that tree explode as well. His biological father however remained a mystery as so we fast forward to Christmas in the year 2018 when my husband gifts us both with an Ancestry DNA test and boy was I ever excited and completely not expecting what came next.

At this point dear reader you are probably think oh you found his biological dad and what not and while I'm pretty sure I did that is another story completely for you see this story is about my husbands family and some unexpected news they received back at the start of February 2021.

My husband, Josh, as I had mentioned earlier also took that DNA test out of curiosity over missing ancestry as well since his biological father like my Papa had been adopted and he had been told his whole life that he had Native ancestry. Spoiler Alert!! He doesn't. Not even a little and was it ever devastating to him. Despite this he had me set up a family tree for him with the express instructions of maternal side only and I did, he wants nothing to do with his biological dad and that side and I'm going to respect that wish. It's at this point that you're thinking 'oh hey someone on his dad's side messaged him' and that is completely wrong. Plot Twist!!

In early February Josh told me that had received an email from Ancestry telling him that he had received a message from a woman I shall refer to as J and when asked he said he wasn't going to read it, turns out I also got an email notification from Ancestry telling me that J had sent me a message as well and unlike Josh I actually read it. On behalf of an elderly family member J was looking into what happened to a woman named Dorothy and gave us information that exactly matched that of Josh's grandmother and so I told her that and gave her my email just to make communication easier. I had thought that perhaps this elderly woman who was searching for her was a cousin or some such who wanted to know where her relative went following World War 2. The information I gave to J was what I had been told about Dorothy and I shall reiterate it to you now:

Dorothy was born in England and hated her name, she had married a man prior to WW2 and the impression everyone got (or at least I did was that he'd died during the war), her parents were dead and she moved to London with a cousin and met and fell in love with Josh's grandfather, married him and immigrated to Canada where she changed her name to Joan and shaved a couple of years off of her actual age. I've been told that she was fun and sassy and wore the pants and didn't let age slow her down from enjoying life.

Here is what J ended up telling me in her response: Dorothy's husband did not die and they actually had 2 daughters together, A and B. Her parents hadn't died either. In 1939 she vanished from their lives, not completely, it sounds like they knew she went to London, for what purpose I have yet to ask, and died. At least that's what A and B were told but it seems like her husband knew it was coming. Rumours around town was that she had run off with an American or Canadian G.I. but the family was adamant in telling the girls that she was dead. A marriage record was found by J showing that Dorothy had married a man with the last name Knott which led her to Josh and myself.

In a way Dorothy did die and in her place Joan was born. Why she left her family we'll never know. No one who would know the answer to that question and many more are unfortunately long gone. Josh as well as his one uncle and his wife are glad that this information didn't get out while Dorothy/Joan was still alive and while I understand why and how this revelation could have harmed the relationships she had with her family and even her husband had the information come out when he was alive I can't help but think about all of the questions this brings up. She had been 18 when she had married her first and only legal husband and it is my guess that she was most likely pregnant at the time so I can understand if she wasn't in love with him but from that the question arises of did he make her that unhappy that she just had to leave? Was it because he was abusive? (This one seems unlikely from the information I've been told but one never knows). Did her second husband know? Not just about her first husband but about her kids? Did she ever try to contact them? Did she want to take them with her but couldn't? Is this whole situation why she actually changed her name? I know divorce was a hard thing to get back then but did she even try? It's going to drive me insane! All I know is that everyone in the family is aware of the situation now and Josh's one uncle, K, has been in contact with J and through her A and luckily their is no hard feelings. As he has pointed out it happened 80 years ago and theirs nothing they can do and no more answers to be had. I can't understand fully why Dorothy did what she did but then again I wasn't in her shoes and don't know her history, prior to this I knew barely anything about the woman and now I know even less.

I'm sure at this point one is asking 'Holly. what is the point of you writing this?' and also 'her grammar sucks!' To which I say I have no idea and I'm more then aware that it probably does. The thing for me in this whole tale is this, history is fucking interesting and one might look at their family tree and think they already have all the answers, that you've been told all the stories but the truth is you haven't not even a little bit. I thought I had known everything but one day when I had been talking to my grandma about if a great-great grandmother really did have siblings she told me a story I had never heard of involved a bank robbery by said great-great grandmother's brother and the subsequent suicide attempt by their mother who threw herself into a sewage well from embarrassment over what had happened!

Don't be afraid dear readers to ask your family questions, to make your own tree and connect with people online who are the twigs or potentials twigs on the branches because you never know what you may find.

#genealogy #personal family history #my little essay

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dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg · 7 years ago

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Could you write one with klaroline+crying ?

So this is a trainwreck but hey I tried.

The phone call came at 11:45pm after particularly miserable Thursday afternoon. While Caroline had been in foul mood because an event she’d been organizing for months was ruined by an unexpected change in weather (the clients still had to pay her but that wasn't the point) Klaus had returned home in an uncharacteristically cheerful mood, he and his partners having just landed a particularly large client at their law firm.

It was a challenge remaining in such bad spirits especially when Klaus returned home a bottle of expensive champagne in tow, insisting on taking Caroline somewhere upmarket and outlandishly expensive to celebrate and lift her spirits. After a glass of said champagne - two more at the restaurant - and a plate of overpriced seabass, Caroline felt far more agreeable, the unfortunate events of the day at the back of her mind and in a much better state of mind to indulge Klaus as he took pleasure in describing, step by step the method he and Stefan employed to lure in and ‘hook, line and sinker’, as it were, the client. He would never be so candid with anyone else about the tactics he employed in business but after nearly five years of marriage, there was no one he trusted more.

Once they returned home Klaus’ good mood didn’t diminish. Having had considerably more to drink than she had, he was all hands and illicit touches (which was usually the denouement of one of Klaus’ ‘good moods’). Which Caroline didn’t mind at all considering how busy both of their schedules had been recently and the lack of time they’d had for intimacy.

After particularly, athletic round culminated in them both passing out from exhaustion, they came to eventually and ended up nestled beside each other. tangled in the sheets enjoying what Caroline believed to be a pleasant end to an otherwise hellish day. When the phone rang Caroline’s lax muscles and Klaus’s wandering hands and lips (despite him being utterly spent) told her to ignore it. But out of human instinct, she got up and crossed the room, stark naked, ignoring Klaus’s salacious look as she did; answering the phone on the off chance that it was an emergency and God forbid someone had died.

She hadn’t expected Elijah’s grave voice on the other end of the line, his usually polished tone of voice and impeccable grammar forgone; the unmistakable sound of whom Caroline believed to be Rebekah crying gently in the background. Passing the phone over to Klaus, she wrapped herself in the sheets sensing something grave and foreboding. Klaus’s expression changed and answers became more and more monosyllabic, save for the brief “I’ll be there immediately,” he promised Elijah down the phone. Slowly he rose from the bed and began to dress without so much as a glance at Caroline.

When the call ended, Caroline struggled, to get a straight answer from Klaus and only held back from snapping at him in frustration because she sensed he was upset by whatever it was Elijah had said. Piece by piece, sentence by sentence she extracted the story out of him

“Something’s happened”

“Elijah and Rebekah are at the hospital”

“Kol is on his way”

“They need me there”

“Yes all of them are fine”

“No, it’s not my mother”

“Yes”

The question matching Klaus’ last answer was: “Mikael?”

A name that had become somewhat of a curse word in their house. Since the early stages of their relationship, Caroline had steadily gained an understanding of Klaus complex relationship with his father and with his family in general. To say it was a lot to take in was an understatement.

It wasn’t as if Caroline had no experience of dysfunction within families. Caroline herself was a child of divorce. Her father had left the family after realizing he was gay well into his late thirties which would have been fine had he and his partner not moved several miles away and Caroline actually heard from him regularly on occasions that weren't her birthday or Christmas. Liz Forbes had tried her best at raising her alone, this Caroline knew but being the sheriff in the small town Caroline had grown up in meant that, for want of a better word, she was absentee in the majority of Caroline’s life especially post-childhood.

Her two best friends were no stranger to dysfunction either. Bonnie’s mother had left her at birth and left her to be raised by her grandmother (who was sectioned eventually due her firm claims that she was a witch who could make contact with the dead) and her father who shared Liz’s unfortunate dedication to his job as the town Mayor. Not only did Bonnie’s mother leave she also adopted a brand new family which included a son who Bonnie nearly ended up, dating but that was another story.

Poor Elena and her brother were orphaned by a car crash that killed their parents. Following this was a large string of guardians who were all varying degrees of unsuitable: from their uncle John, a raging alcoholic who turned out to be a fascist too; to their well-meaning aunt Jenna a struggling student who also died after an altercation with a vengeful ex-boyfriend; to their history teacher, Alaric a family friend who’s ex-wife turned out to be Elena’s birth mother (yeah) and John’s drunken teenage one night stand who had given up Elena to the Gilberts, married Ric later in life and subsequently divorced him to join some sort of cult and shack up with a dude who actually turned out to be one of Elena’s future boyfriends but again - another story for another day...

Klaus’ family history was equally as complex and disturbing if not more so. His father Mikael had been abusive, a drinker and an all-around tyrant; terrorizing his wife and children but harboring a specific hatred for Klaus who was always the main target when Mikael had one of his ‘episodes’. It was later revealed that Klaus was illegitimate, the product of an affair between his mother, Esther and one of her former lovers. Although Mikael’s behavior prior to this realization was never explained, the violence only worsened from then on. Although his siblings were rarely ever on the direct receiving end of Mikael’s rage, they had a front row seat watching Mikael batter and abuse both their mother and sibling day in and day out.

The family’s issues, however, ran far deeper than that. Esther (perhaps as a result of the abuse, perhaps not) was cold, manipulative and deceptive. Often playing the children against each other, especially Klaus’s eldest brother Finn, the most susceptive to her ploys.

While she neglected some of her children, mainly Rebekah and Kol and doted on others (Finn for his loyalty and Klaus perhaps out of guilt for how he was conceived and Mikael’s treatment of him) her eldest daughter Freya was handed over to Esther’s equally as emotionally unbalanced sister Dahlia during her separation from Mikael at the beginning of their marriage. His violence had manifested for the first time during their relationship and although she was unwilling to leave him, she worried about bringing a child into their unstable situation (despite going on to give Mikael six more) and thus depriving Freya of growing up with her siblings and leaving her with an Aunt who would be both emotionally and physically abusive to her.

Needless to say, the Mikaelson’s were an intense bunch, all with deviating forms of codependency on one another, paranoia, alcoholism and emotional damage. They didn’t give Caroline an easy time by any means, however, one by one, they reluctantly began to warm to her once it became apparent she wasn’t going anywhere.

Klaus being the most paranoid and emotionally damaged of all should have set off alarm bells in Caroline’s head and sent her running for the hills. To this day she couldn’t decide if it was her falling in love with him or her strong, stubborn urge not to let Klaus and his defensiveness, mood swings, and tantrums scare her away. But somewhere along the line, her neuroticism and his childhood trauma met half way and they ended up building a life together, relatively void of drama - well that was a lie. But they were happy at the very least.

Klaus had effectively cut his stepfather, his mother, Finn and anyone particularly disagreeable swiftly out of his life like a tumor as soon as he was old enough to no longer be dependent on his family. That evening as they clambered into Klaus overstated, secret service style SUV to ride to the hospital, Caroline knew that the only reason Klaus was even going was for his siblings, mainly Rebekah. The other Mikaelson’s may not have had the best relationship with Mikael but grief was a strange thing and his death was sudden and understandably quite upsetting.

Rebekah had always been quite sensitive and - as if forcing six children into a miserable existence wasn’t enough - there was a 7th Mikaelson: Henrik, an eleven-year-old who was still in Esther’s custody even though the others were all of age (and had tried - unsuccessfully - to take Henrik out of Esther's grasp despite the fact that he was largely raised by nannies and Esther and Mikael had long since divorced). Klaus really had no other choice but to be there, they stuck together Caroline understood that. Still, in the dim light of the car, Klaus was hard to read. Tentatively she reached out and placed her smaller hand over his as he used the other one to drive. Klaus didn’t look up but squeezed it.

The funeral was quite possibly the worst Caroline had ever been too - and she’d been to a lot. The majority of which were for members of Elena’s family.

When they arrived, the church was, strikingly empty, bar the family and a few stuffy looking, middle-aged men, who sat at the back (business associates of Mikael Caroline assumed). The minister got caught in traffic and was nearly an hour late. Kol, in addition, arrived at the service inebriated.

Esther sat at the front of the church in sunglass and a fur coat and refused to speak to anyone but Finn. Henrik was thankfully spared from the entire horrible affair (he was sent to a friend’s home for a sleepover) and frankly Caroline envied him.

Despite them being on relatively good terms after years of petty adversary, Rebekah was a raging bitch towards her during any attempt Caroline made to comfort her. Between venom laced insults mostly directed at her (and at one point even the insistence that she leave) Rebekah was a loud sobbing wreck the entire day and if Caroline didn’t know better she’d say that Rebekah was using the tragedy to garner copious amounts sympathy and draw attention to herself.

Going back to Kol, he spent the entirety of the surface putting Jack Sparrow to shame with the amount of whiskey he was able to imbibe from the silver flask tucked in his breast pocket. Freya and Elijah between them, acted as a silent force of calm amongst the disarray both looking the appropriate amount of remorseful. Considering though, they were two of Mikael’s oldest children, having suffered the longest, out of all their siblings Caroline couldn’t quite tell how deep their sadness ran respectively and whether they were just putting on a brave face for their younger siblings (Freya additionally for Finn as they’d always been close).

Klaus remained unreadable. With Rebekah glued to his arm, Caroline was forced to trail behind after him, avoiding the others (Kol was unpredictable intoxicated, Elijah was polite in the best of situations, eerily cold int the worst - and she’d never liked Finn). Although, every now and then Freya would offer her polite conversation

“Thank you for being here”

“Niklaus is lucky to have you”

“There’s space in my car, come with me”

which Caroline was immensely grateful for.

The burial was equally as disastrous as the funeral. Kol point blank refused to do his job as one of the pallbearers (besides he wasn’t sober enough to walk in the first place) and everyone knew better than to ask Klaus so they were short two men and had to awkwardly solicit the help of one of Mikael’s business buddies who had obviously come purely out of politeness and for the sake of keeping up appearances and were reluctant, to say the least.

Esther made a show of spitting in Mikael’s grave once he was lowered into the ground (cue more loud sobbing from Rebekah). Kol had to be ushered inside and had to be babysat by Elijah, likely out of a fear he’d fall in the gaping hole in the earth and to put the shiny cherry on top of the cake the burial came grinding to a resounding halt as the groundskeeper approached the party, apologising profusely because actually, the plot of land they’d chosen was unstable and prone to sinking (whatever that was) so Mikael’s body being put into the earth had to be postponed.

It could have been her imagination but Caroline could have sworn she heard Esther scoff and whisper to Finn “Do you see? Not even hell wanted him”.

It was hours later before she was alone with Klaus. They sat in the car, after making their goodbyes. Klaus had kept his promise and done the one thing she’d requested of him, by not drinking at the funeral or after since he insisted on driving (and she knew all too well what sort of Klaus he became when he drank). When he didn’t start the engine Caroline didn’t comment, thinking he needed a moment. Out of politeness - and because she couldn’t think of anything to say to comfort someone who probably didn’t even want to be comforted (because he wasn’t grieving over Mikael right?) - Caroline rifled around in her purse for a little while until the silence became too much to ignore.

She was about to propose that she do the driving on the way home because honestly, she could use the distraction when Klaus made a noise that as if something was stuck in his throat. Caroline recoiled in surprise as he drew back his fist and slammed it down violently on the steering wheel.

“Klaus!?” she exclaimed, mostly out of shock and partly anger. He was upset, she knew his feelings would manifest one way or another - he wasn’t as good as keeping them bottle up as he thought - but there was only so much Caroline could take. Klaus gasped and slumped forward of over the steering wheel, tears streaming down his face which was now red as he struggled unsuccessfully to catch his breath.

“Klaus-” Caroline attempted to soothe him, hesitantly reaching out to stroke the side of his face, feeling that he was trembling as he did.

“I hate him,” Klaus hissed “I hate him. He’s dead. I should be free.”

Caroline shifted further towards him on her seat and pulled him by his shoulder until his head rested in her lap.

Outside the car, it was nearly pitch black. Elijah’s home, where the Mikaelsn’s had returned after the service, was on an isolated street and Caroline doubted anyone would be coming out of the house anytime soon.

“He was your father,” Caroline whispered softly, stroking the sand colored curls on his head gently. “He was a monster, he was a terrible man who did unforgivable things but he was your father. The only one you’ve ever had and you can’t erase that by hating him.”

“Him dying was never going to give you instant closure. He’s always going to be a part of you but you have to learn to accept what happened and move on. In the meantime Klaus, you’re allowed to feel. Anger, sadness-”

Klaus shook his head vehemently.

“-Regret,” Caroline insisted. “All of those things, you’re human Klaus. Please don’t do what he did and repress your feelings until they build and you end hurting someone you care about.”

At her words, Klaus lifted his head abruptly and his greyish eyes locked with her’s.

“You know I would never hurt you,” he said softly, but with ardent determination.

Caroline gave a soft nod and pushed the car door open.

“Get out,” she said, “I’m taking us home.”

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaus x caroline #klaroline shippers club #klaus and caroline #kc #klaroline drabbles #klaroline drabble #angst #the mikaelsons #fanfiction #klaroline stan club #Anonymous

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ahnsael · 8 years ago

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Like seriously, two days ago my mom and I talked about my dad. She said she couldn’t understand why he treated me as the bastard child (I was literally from his own seed -- and yet my little sister, who WAS born under a different father, while my mom and dad were still married -- got treated like a queen by him).

This is gonna become a long rant,

Gonna put a Read More here, because this shit’s about to get deep. And ugly. Content warnings now for all sorts of abuse...I’d get specific, but...there were SO MANY kinds. If abuse isn’t something you wanna read about, no matter what kind of abuse you don’t want to see, read no farther. I probably have that kind of abuse behind the Read More.

I mean...obviously my younger sister’s parentage is not her fault. That was all on my mom.

But he accepted her as her own. Which...hey, fantastic. I like to see that kind of love in the world.

But me? I was his own seed (people have said “are you sure?” but seriously...I look in the mirror and I see his dumb ass looking back at me (and I HATE that I look so much like this asshole -- he’s dead, and I STILL can’t get away from him).

But I have his genes, whether I like it or not; I wish I looked like ANYBODY IN THE WORLD other than him, but I can’t controli that. Okay, maybe I’d rather look like my biological father than to look like Donald Trump, but...that’s LITERALLY the only person who I’d want less to look like. I hate looking like the guy who abandoned me, but I’d hate ever more if I looked like the dumbass who attempts to lead our country right now.

Make me look like Chunk in Goonies. Make me look like any other ugly person you can think of, the ugliest person you can think of. I mean, I’m forever single anyway (seriously, I’m 42½ years old -- the last time I seriously dated someone was before my birthday in 2008, when I was 33). I’d rather be ugly and stay single than to be attractive and end up with someone wrong for me.

I’d rather look like that than either Donald Trump OR my biological dad (who, honestly, would probably LOVE Donald Trump, because my dad was a hypocritical asshole who loved the church, but used all the sermons he heard as reasons why, even if it wasn’t the nature of the sermon, white people should’t mix with black people).

Fuck him for that.

When he found out he was dying of cancer (which had spread through his whole body), he came up to Washington to visit me, both sisters, and my mom. And he said he wanted to take me out to dinner and patch things up.

I only went because so many people here told me that I’d forever regret it if I didn’t try to make amends. I don’t think I follow any of those people anymore. Because sometimes, you’ve been hurt too much, and the other person, even if they’re a parent, just don’t care about the pain they’ve caused, and think that a dinner will patch everything up without any actual emotional effort.

Or maybe, if this case, the people who said I had to “patch things up” were right, but didn’t take into account just how MUCH of an ass my biological dad was.

So we had dinner. Just him and I.

And he literally spent the entire time talking about the kid he adopted as soon as his marriage to my mom was officially over. “Oh, Joshua did this. Oh, Joshua is so good at that.”

He replaced me, basically.

35 or so years after he bailed on me, and ONCE in those 3 years remembered my birthday -- he sent me a $ AMWAY gift certificate because he, at the time, was an Amway salesman and thought he may get a commission off of me).

But this night, when he took me out to dinner (maybe thinking that an $8 dinner without any actual apology would make me love him again?) he wanted to talk about his OTHER son. Adopted (legally so, also), but still...his son. Instead of me.

And then I tried to make things right, because so many had told me that to NOT do so would lead to a lifetime of regret.

But...I emailed this asshole of a father many times after that night. I called him on his phone quite a few times, for almost a month (same with emails...I tried, every few days, for a month). No matter what I did, leaving messages on Facebook, leaving voicemail messages, trying to message him on Facebook...nothing worked.

And then my older sis (who stayed with him after he and my mom divorced; they gave each of us a say in who we stayed with, and since my older sister had a habit of trying to make my life miserable, and went with my dad, I stayed with my mom) told me that he would ONLY talk to me on public posts on Facebook. This fucking asshole wanted to show all of his friends that “look, I’m making up with my estranged son before I die” so they would love him more than his con-artist ass was already loved by fools. I refused. If he wanted to talk to me, he had my email. He had my phone number. He knew my address if he wanted to mail something (after 35+ birthdays that he forgot).

And then we got a call from his wife. He’s about to die, and he wants to see all of us over Thanksgiving weekend. Seriously, FUCK THAT. I wasn’t gonna go. His ass willfully ignored me, after he showed up in Washington and PRETENDED to give a shit about me once, and then spent our entire meal talking about his adopted son...and never once mentioned how much he had missed me.

I know now that my biological dad is nothing but an asshole. But when I was a kid, he was EVERYTHING to me. And then he pulled it all away. Ever hear “Father of Mine

Both my older sister (his other kid with my mom) and my younger sis (my mom’s kid with a different dad -- I won’t pretend that my mom is innocent in everything that happened, but at least she was FUCKING THERE when any of us three needed it -- well, except that I spent every Little League game with NOBODY cheering for me in the crowd, because this was between the first divorce and the birth of my little sis, and the marriage of my mom and little sis’ dad -- during my games she was off having sex with him, glad to be rid of me for an hour or two and basically my entire childhood sucked except if I was at Disneyland at that particular moment and could escape everything that was happening in real life).

Like I said, neither of my parents are innocent. But my mom learned how to be a supportive parent. My dad never did. So she still gets the benefit of the doubt.

There are only two graves that I will dance (and possibly piss on) if I ever happen upon them. One is Evil Stepdad #1. Seriously, he abused my little sister. He abused my mom. He tried to abuse me once (and partially succeeded -- he slammed my neck in a car door and I was bleeding profusely, but lived -- and the chickenshit cops who we called, even after seeing the blood I was losing, said “try to get along so we don’t have to come out here again” like WE did something wrong by BEING beaten by the fucking asshole). The one difference between me and my sis is that I was emotionally and physically abused. In her case, add sexually abused.

Granted, I was sexually abused before my little sis was born, by a cousin. So I’m not unfamiliar. But...she dealt with it more than I did. I remember two instances for myself, and maybe half a dozen times when I stepped in and stopped something that didn’t look right between her and Evil Stepdad #1

But in the end, I punched his fucking lights out...when I was 12 and he was 53. Because he wanted to “take my mom for a ride” -- after that same phrase had been used to dump pet dogs out of his van in unfamiliar neighborhoods since he was tired of having them around (this literally happened three times that I remember...maybe more).

So when he used that same language about my mom...I kicked his fucking ass. I wasn’t about to let that happen. He passed out drunk, and then woke up the next day with no memory of it, and asked my mom how he’d gotten the bloody lip. She didn’t tell him.

She also tried to get me to promise to never tell him that I had beat his sorry ass because I thought he was taking my mom out to shoot her.

20 years later, I’m living in Illinois. My mom and current-stepdad (not the BEST guy in the world, but DEFINITELY the best person my mom has married in her four attempts) are on vacation. Camping, if I remember right.

Evil Stepdad #1 calls. Wants to talk to my mom. She’s not there, but...I haven’t spoken to this asshole in 15 years. And I WANT to talk to him.

I tell him that the bloody lip in 1986 or so? That was me. Will I tell her to call you back when she gets home? Fuck you, I will not. I don’t even know how you got this number, but if you ever call it again I will find you, and I will LITERALLY end your life.

Granted, I didn’t follow through on that last bit. I don’t have the money. And I DID tell my mom that he had called when she got home (but didn’t give her the number, and also didn’t tell her that I had told him about the ass-kicking I gave him when I was 12).

But six months later he was dead from cancer. While my little sis is still torn over how to feel about this (after all, she’s his biological daughter, even after everything he put her through -- and she is more forgiving that I am towards MY bio dad who just pretended that I didn’t exist for 20 years), one of my happiest moments was when I had learned that he died.

And if I ever see his grave, by some chance, I WILL dance on it. I WILL piss on it (he deserves much worse, but without having toilet paper handy I can’t do the other thing I want to do on it). Odds are, though, that I’ll never find it. And I’m not gonna look for it. But...it one day, I see his name and the approximately right dates for birth and death...they better hope his tombstone can handle what I would do to it. Because seriously, fuck him.

You don’t get to treat me the way you did, and WORSE YET treat my mom and my little sister the way you treated them, and have me “respectfully view your memorial.” Fuck that entirely. I will desecrate his tombstone, memorial, or whatever the fuck is there if I ever actually see it (and I hope I never see it...I realize that what I would do would likely put me in jail -- but if I ever saw his name and the right dates on a tombstone, I’d do everything I could to DESTROY his resting place).

#daddy issues #but seriously FUCK my dad #I'm GLAD his ass is dead #at least now I don't have to wonder about half-hearted #well make that quarter-hearted #efforts to win me back after DECADES of him ignoring me #I don't get on the 'daddy issues' kick too often #because I KNOW I tried #and he wouldn't answer emails OR phone calls #but wanted to reconcile ONLY if it was public Facebook posts #so that apparently God could see him making amends (I guess God can't read messages and private posts)#He was trying to 'buy' his way into Heaven #but that's not how Heaven fucking works #I KNOW that I will never get into Heaven if it exists #because my dad was religious as FUCK and still an asshole #and it turned me off of religion completely #(as well as the church deacon who raped my mom but that's another story)#Most religious people I've knows have been absolute hypocrites #and I just can't associate with them #so fuck religion #and if this is who God has chosen #in his 'infinite wisdom'#and his 'omnipresence' and 'omnipotence'#if this is who God chooses to represent him #then fuck God also #I'd rather spend an eternity in Hell than one minute with the asshole that created all this strife and sorrow #And I'd rather go to Hell than spend time in Heaven with people who made my life miserable for DECADES #Not saying I WILL go to hell #I'm an atheist #because I cannot conceivably believe in a god who would make the world such a shitty place

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benchgenderstudies · 7 years ago

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The Empathy for Necrophiliacs Out of A Case Of Confederate Incest:

A Gender Professional's adventurous survey and discussion about Steven Pladl's Incestual Indoctrination of his daughter

by Michael Bench

It's the evening of April 12th ; less than a week after hearing about the stalled media reports of a father daughter couple arrest. Tonight their bodies are lifeless. Their childs' body is lifeless and Katie's stepfather is dead. Where we start with this story is Steven Pladl's selfish , reckless gratifications and the results of living for himself. About 20 years ago his now exwife Alyssa had a first child. They were young reckless teens having unprotected sex without the means to support pregnancy. Who was more reckless I don't know. Alyssa was pregnant at age 17 and gave up this child to adoption. That child was Katie. She's less than two hours dead right now.

Approximately 18 years later, Katie sought out her biological parents and was invited by Steven Pladl, her father, to move in. This time unprotected sex also seems to have occurred and in a situation no sex normally occurs. No innuendo can shield a father's lusts from taking their full social disgust to opportune sex with his daughter. She is/was cute, mind you. And, now there's a nearly warm Steven Pladl's body offering a welcome tight pucker for any Necrophiliacs that are into his type.

Just tonight I was on social media reminding the blogosphere of my disappointment in conservatives who weren't advocating for this antiscience traditional confederate example of family values. Do Americans living against science have an obligation to notice genetics? Is incest a rally of free speech against evolution? It was a love child (as Fox called it) made in conservative heaven and they wanted nothing to do with it.

Only 2 days and 45 minutes ago I had sent emails to ACLU and the Judges of Henrico County, VA citing a very simple point that consenting adults are not owed to state law biasing toward or against religion. Only 2 days and 45 minutes ago , I was led to believe any female voluntarily marrying their father would have to be convinced love was real. Shee would have to be equally into him; consenting adults have a right to their decisions. Would Sarah Palin defend them? No; She wouldn't shoo the arm of state law out of a marriage of one man and one woman. She wouldn't rail against Trump's use of celebrity video prostitutes either. He owes the national government $12,400 in taxes if he filed a joint return. Terms of marriage are terms of taxation.

This evening I see that love is a "not". Steven Pladl's love was as transient as his interest in a reputation. He is believed to have killed his wife-daughter, his grandson-son, his daughter's stepfather and himself; traveling from North Carolina to New York. If a guy is going to have a child with his daughter, lets be sure he understands it’s a symbol of commitment both tragic and karmic that he better damn well support her like any other wife. A consenting daughter, that is. These aren't ideals I craft, I'm more dusting off what advocacy Charlottesville supremacists would take no white pride for. When I decided to take the defense on behalf of religious freedom from Evolution, be sure you understand I'm okay with the southern confederates polluting their gene line into crosseyed idiots. I didn't put them up to it. I didn't tell Katie to go see her father of all people for a hot beef injection. These are the type's of details to send Katie's mom straight off for divorce. In North Carolina , two generations of the (Pladl) females didn't demand condoms. The conditions of stupidity are undereducated sexual maturity skills. What do Necrophiliacs feel about this? I wondered. How similar do they feel this is to Josef Fritzls abuse of his daughter. It really did now turn to abuse.

There's still these bodies around and leads us to our survey: Texting local Necrophiliacs:

Is Steven Pladl a good piece of ass? If you were going to judge this situation, How would you react to the opportunity to get on this fresh piece of meat?

Reacting to what you know about Stephen Pladl : What pickup line best expresses your opinion of this situation?

A: There is something broke in you. I think we can both agree we have irreconcilable differences and I'll hate fuck you.

B: Dahmmmn you freaky, I can top your bottom all rot long.

C: Well, Usually I 'd let you mourn your wife and kids but I guess since YOU KILLED THEM I'll ask for your blessing for marriage over your shoulder. I've been on a dry spell since they installed cameras at the local cemetery. Something monogamous of yours just fell onto the road.

D: No way. If I were ever going to pole you, It would be with a fishing gaff right out of your mom before you did anything else stupid.

Now why would I ask this? Superficially Necrophiliacs are our litmus test of decency. Has Steven Pladl done something to his identity so awful not even a necrophiliac would get on his pudd? Now, the deeper issue… approximately 7 inches deeper into his chilling colon. Inmate equality. Normally sexual activity is not allowed between inmates. We know these inmates are making each other their pleasure domes. Unfortunately , tonight I have sympathy for incarcerated necrophiliacs that have had no good luck getting at the shiv victims. Or worse, maybe inmate corpses are just too fresh. I don't know the fetish.

As a guy looking for the very top federal offices, I see this as a moment to look out for the little guy. To bring around just a little bit of happiness and affection out of this tragedy. Wouldn't you agree Steven Pladl treats women nothing more than an orifice of pleasure? It's Karmic. The exception case feeds the exception cases.

And where affection is not: When I contacted Henrico court, Virginia, I was not asking to discuss anything with Steven Pladl. Katie was left in jail while Steven was out on bail. Hasn't this girl been abandoned once already? I called for her release well after her freedom was already secured. It was a fresh story retelling dated material; her jailers ignored she had a child to take care of and a husband no matter how society felt about it. The state was neglecting the child and discriminating against her. She wasn't looking to reconnect for a new boyfriend and simultaneously she had very little biological inhibition to regard Pladl as her father. Just products of the good ol boy environment not caring a damn. Recklessness created this entire scene. I type of recklessness that no necrophiliac can share blame for. The crimes of the living southerners against each other made footprints past a step too far. The charges as well: We have murderers in the court system pleading down to jaywalking. IS that who should be free, really? Warrants by Henrico seemed fully ignorant of the outcomes of incarcerating only Steven Pladl while Katie would be locally weighed down with childcare. Her flight risk was low.

Four things I'd like to see come of this:

I 'd like the wedding party of surviving adoption family members to be detailed about the entire situation of Katie's seeking out her parents to her deathbed. Televised interviews.

Second, If daughter and father somehow find cause to consensually start a relationship.. despite the fact I call this Incuban Fetish related… and genetically incompetent… that a functional relationship has emotional fairness no matter who the partners are.

A scorn of conservatives for only playing the easy field for anti science and not protecting one man-one woman marriage. Distinct failures include Trump, Pladls and the ambivalence to cashing in on 'gay mental illness' by regulating the fashion model anorexia industry. Even when republicans have creationist means on their side they're too lazy to regulate for good purposes.

Finally, the medias attention to this story was delayed to an umpteenth degree so seriously compromising that it may have led to this extreme series of reactionary steps to undo what Steven came to believe was a mistake. Sex is not a mistake. Born children are not mistakes. Asking your daughter to marry you is not a questionably hazy intent.

Tonight Steven Pladl killed people to save his reputation. Tonight lives ended. To Pladl, they were only objects in his kingdom of wants. Had Steven truly 'brainwashed his daughter' into physical relations, this case would truly adhere to my definition of Incuban Fetish. In the very same as-yet-unpublished article , I divulged a similar ego/narcissism disorder known as "Pharaoh Hex".(2014) When you see homicide suicides by males concerning their families, it tends to be an episode of lack of control.

A lawyer firm partner gets pushed out, he feels out of control of his reputation. The double murder suicide of Wrestler Chris Benoit was captioned by his suicide not indicating preparedness to leave this Earth. With him he took 'his familial possessions".

Benoit was regarded as having serious brain damage from his wrestling career. We can suspect Steven Pladl might also have some problems. After all, make no hesitations to wonder if he thought this was normal and how. Was he molested? Does he have some form of undisclosed derangement that only white people get? Fox news went so far as to call the birth a "love child", such a mitigating sympathy press that Blacks, Asians, and Hispanics would not.

It's now exactly 3 days after we first read about Steven Pladl and Katie Pladl. They're dead sooner than initial press reaction has had its time. I found purpose to write this article in caution to other parents who have an abnormal affinity for your daughters or sons. I will hope that you have more sense than tarnish the family unit relationship. If for some reason your adult children go along with it; like a funny roleplay of incest; I hope you see it's not innocent. Can it be all that bad to reenact from the porn movies online? the people in your family are more than role play characters. Using them for your wants is not what families do. A family of enemies nurtured to hatefuck each other will most likely abuse each other in other ways. That closes to wonder if Katie Pladl is a dead now or dead later case. Will Steven plays the father card too often in disagreements? As disagreements do happen; a control issue that started as recklessly as forgetting to pull out has now killed her. What else might've happened that would've killed her? He was capable of murder for his own means. He'd go so far as to kill two of his children and an adult and that’s what we know.

So keep the body fresh and lets have an inmate lottery

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