#plus georgie mention!

[aierie--dragonslayer]

Okay I finally listened to the new TMagP

I?

Gerry??

GERTRUDE???????????

[menacetomany]

jon sims is not the antichrist he's actually a jesus figure

i've been doing a lot of research into revelation for writing stuff and martin is very incorrect when he calls himself the antichrist's plus one. that's melanie. and here's why

1) the antichrist is a figure that stems from the book of Revelation, the bible's apocalypse book. But the antichrist actually had nothing ot do with the apocalypse start, and actually doesnt even show up till like 19 chapters in its insane. He's just some random dude who starts a cult, and has a False Prophet hyping him up, so the antichrist is actually georgie and the false prophet is melanie. 2) the person who actually starts the apocalypse is 'the lamb with seven horns and seven eyes, that looked like it'd been slaughtered,' which is a metaphorical representation of jesus. (Funnily enough, if you look through revelation, its actually angels doing most of the tormenting, not demons!) 3) He has literally died and woken up before, and then some time later he dies for real, just like actual jesus. Not to mention him descending into the buried--literally being buried in a cave, just like jesus was on the cross, before emerging after 3 days. Peter even explicitly calls him a 'grubby jesus'. 4) Jesus as a character is all about self-sacrifice and needless suffering to bring about a better world. Wonder What That Reminds Me Of! Even his 3-day descent into the buried is explicitly a self-sacrifical, semi-suicidal act. And on a more literal level, Jon suffering on every level possible was what was necessary to bring about the Change, and then the expulsion of the Fears from this universe (and dooming a bunch of other universes, but just as the bible doesnt spare a thought for all the people trapped in hell for eternity when describing the post-apocalyptic utopia, we're not thinking about the other worlds rn. just this one.) 5) the amount of jon fanart i've seen mistaken for jesus is truly ridiculous

[pierregazly]

ambivalence ꨄ george russell

george russell x fem!gasly!motogp!reader

warnings: mentions of george's crash/dnf from singapore, sad!george, poorly translated french. [wc: 1.5k words]

in which george doesn't know how to feel; he's devastated about his own finish... or lack thereof, but the love of his life just finished P2 in her own race and he can't help the joy from taking over.

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mercedesamgf1 he fought SO hard out there. 💪 a heroic effort by george. unlucky to miss out on a well-deserved podium, right at the very end.

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username absolutely gutted for george... but yall really couldn't show up to the podium for your other driver cuz of this??? slimy lol

username it wrecked my heart watching the last 5 mins of that race honest to god (lets celebrate no rbr in the top 3 tho !!!)

username guy signs his contract and starts this shit? sounds like a bit of a mistake huh

username george :((((

yngasly 💗💗

liked by mercedesamgf1 username congrats on ur p2 finish yngasly!!! you deserved it so much

username id sooo have such an ick if i were yngasly rn and my bf and brother both sucked at their jobs today while you kicked ass.... embarizzzing

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yngasly what an incredible weekend, and an even better race! so proud of the whole team, and honoured to be taking home the p2 trophy this weekend. ciao italy 🇮🇹

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pierregasly nous savons tous qui est le gasly le plus talentueux 💪 (we all know who the most talented gasly is)

pierregasly proud of you! 🤍

username that's our fav motogp girl, kicking ass as always yngasly!!!

username god im so obsessed with her

username she was SO close to that p1 position i was screaaaaaming at my computer omf

georgerussell63 proud of you lovely 💗

georgerussell63 can't wait to celebrate with you when i get to see you angel

username i would die for the relationship georgerussell63 and yngasly have... it's so pure love

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georgerussell63 thank you, love. sorry we both can't be celebrating today. yngasly oh georgie...

The plane left the tarmac almost 7 hours ago, just a few short hours left until it landed in Singapore. The plane’s shifty Wi-Fi allowing you to watch the current race going on in the Singapore streets, your boyfriend maintaining a good speed, and a good position throughout most of the race.

Your stomach dropped immediately when the commentator’s voices picked up, George’s name dropping from their lips as the cameramen panned to his car.

The inner turmoil started the moment you watched the replay of the Mercedes hit the wall during the final lap. You, alongside every other person watching the race, were not expecting such a dramatic end to an even more dramatic race.

It had been an incredible day before this, your own P2 finish still pushing high levels of joy through your body. It had been an exhilarating race, after qualifying in P6 just the day before, you were able to jump up 4 positions, holding everyone off behind you as you maintained your speed and composure to finish the race in your highest finish this season.

You were almost immediately carted off to the airport once all your media responsibilities were completed. You had booked a flight to Singapore that would get you there just a few hours after George’s own race was over, allowing you to surprise him after weeks of being apart.

What you didn’t expect was the internal dread that was currently encompassing your body, unsure of how George would react when you arrived at his hotel door after how his race just ended. He would be happy to see you, regardless, but would he be upset at you for coming after the end of your own successful race? Would he want to be alone? Would you end up having to spend the night in Pierre’s room, leaving George to wallow in his own self-pity?

It was all you could think of as the map showed the flight radar on the screen in front of you, the estimated time of arrival dwindling down the closer you got.

You had texted George the moment you saw his crash.

Are you okay???

That looked bad

I saw the video of you walking away, you looked like you were in pain… I’m so sorry mon amour :(

You drove an amazing race… I’m so proud of you

If you want to talk you know you can call me, I love you :(

He had let you know he was a little sore and would probably be back to the hotel late so he likely wouldn’t be calling you tonight. It’s what prompted you to call Pierre the moment you were off the plane, the phone ringing a few times before he picked up.

“Incredible race! I watched a bit of it before we had to get in our cars, you kicked ass. Jumped up 4 places and everything, let’s goooo,” he trailed off the end with a small ‘woot’ of celebration, his gigantic smile prevalent even through the phone.

“Thanks Pear, but I wasn’t calling about the race. My flight just got into Singapore; do you think someone from your team could come pick me up? Or like anyone? George doesn’t know I’m here… it was supposed to be a nice surprise.”

The sigh was loud through the phone, Pierre agreeing to have someone from Alpine come to the airport.

“You should know… George is devastated. Charles says he was crying his eyes out when he saw him walk by, said it looked like he was super distraught. I don’t know how happy or excited he is going to be about your race today.”

The tears sprouted to your eyes immediately, you had already seen on social media that George may have been seen crying, but to hear it directly from someone who had seen him… the sadness wreaked through your body.

“I don’t care about my own race, right now. I’m happy enough for myself, he needs someone to be there for him.”

It didn’t take long for someone from Alpine to pick you up and drop you off at the hotel. You had bothered one of the men from George’s PR team earlier in the day to text you what room number and hotel he was staying at, promising him it was all for a surprise that wouldn’t cause any issues for George or the team.

Your knuckles rapped against the door in front of you, sounds from inside the room halting the noise encompassed the air. You couldn’t tell if he was coming to the door or not, no noise now coming from the room. Just as you were about to knock again, the door swung open to reveal your boyfriend.

His red-rimmed and puffy eyes were the first thing you noticed, a clear indicator that he had been crying. The small smile that grew on his face was real, a tiny bit of happiness shining in his eyes as he took in who was in front of him.

“Oh, Georgie…”

You dropped your bag to the floor, pushing your body into his. His arms wrapped around your frame, his head pressing into the junction where your neck and shoulder met, your own arms wrapping around his taller frame. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him as tight as you could, allowing him to push any emotions he was currently feeling into the hug.

“What are you doing here?” He murmured into your ear, his arms tightening around your body as if he was trying to fuse the both of you together.

Shrugging in his arms, you continued to hold his frame tightly in your own. “Thought it would be a nice surprise, was going to fly with you to Japan after and spend some time with you. Haven’t seen you in a while, I guess.”

George pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before pulling away, a sad smile falling on his lips. “You drove an incredible race today, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

You couldn’t help the pull at your heartstrings as he praised you for your own race, even after the devastating end to his own. It was obvious he was trying to keep the sadness at bay, to not ruin your own accomplishments.

“Thank you, mon amour. I don’t want to talk about my race, though.”

George grabbed your bag as he gestured for you to walk into the room, allowing the hotel door to slam behind you as he placed the luggage next to his own. “I don’t really want to talk about my own race, either. I’d much rather talk about yours.”

He pulled you onto the king-sized bed, immediately wrapping his body around your own as you snuggled into his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against your ear, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on the indent of your spine through your shirt.

“I feel like such an idiot. I’m not a rookie, I shouldn’t be making those kinds of mistakes, I lost complete control of my car at the worst possible time and cost myself one of the best finishes this season. It’s not fair,” he choked the words out, his nose pressing into your hair as he took a deep breath, trying to keep the inevitable tears at bay.

“Georgie… it happens, mistakes happen. It sucks, don’t get me wrong, but we all make mistakes. Do you know how many fuckups I’ve had this season? Don’t get me started on how many Pierre’s had, it doesn’t make you rookie-caliber to mess up one race. You’ll come back stronger from this; I swear.”

You could feel the small shrug of his shoulders as he pulled your body closer to his own, a light press of his lips to the crown of your head the only indication that he heard you.

“I can’t believe you got P2. I was trying to watch it while we were getting ready, someone said you jumped up 4 places huh?”

You nodded your head, a bashful smile pulling onto your lips, “It wasn’t that impressive, I’ve done it before.”

George nudged your side, prompting you to look up at him, a small smile edging onto the Brit’s lips, “That was your highest finish of the season though, darling. I’d say that’s pretty impressive, no?”

“I don’t want to overshadow how you’re feeling to be happy about my own race, mon amour. That’s not fair to you.”

Nudging you again, you felt his fingers dig into your ribs lightly, an indication he was telling you to stop talking. “You’re not overshadowing how I feel, I’m devastated, and I’m pissed at myself for how my race finished. It doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be happy for you, to feel some type of joy over the fact my best friend just finished P2.”

Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his gently, a ‘thank you’ imbedded in the way your lips moulded together. George pulled you closer, pulling back to rest his head against your own once again.

“At least my crash damage numbers aren’t as high as your brothers. Did you see he finally hit the millions a few days ago? Knew he’d beat me there.”

“Oh my god, George. Not everything has to be a competition between you and my brother.”

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yngasly love you forever and ever mon amour 🫶🏻

i've had a few requests for motogp!reader x george, so i hope this meets your expectations 🫶🏻 i literally know nothing about motogp so i'm so sorry, i tried to make it broad so it didn't seem like im dumb lol love yall!!!

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Kinktober Day 8 - Face Sitting - GR63

George Russel X Plus Size! Reader

TW - Mentions of insecurity, face sitting, hand job

WC 1300+

Y/N POV

"Babe, I wanna try something," I hear George call out walking into our shared bedroom where I was currently editing some photos for his Instagram.

I close my laptop before turning my full attention to my boyfriend of three years to see him crawling on the bed toward me where he sits down so we're face to face.

"What is it?" I ask softly when I see the hint of mischief in his eyes making me slightly nervous.

"Okay, just hear me out... Sit on my face," George says making me choke on my spit in shock.

"Wha- why?" I nervously start asking. The second I heard the idea I got nervous and started thinking of all the worst possibilities.

"I've been wanting to do it with you for a while but every time I pull you on my lap to ride me you tense up and don't look comfortable but I really do want to do this," George explains softly.

"George, I get nervous riding you, how do you think I'm gonna climb on your face?" I question him with a bewildered expression.

"Baby, we've been together for years. We've had plenty of sex, and you ride me like you were made for my cock, I will never understand why you still get nervous to do it," George tells me softly.

"Georgie, you know exactly why," I softly remind him which only makes him roll his eyes at me. It wasn't done in a mean way just to show his annoyance at the situation. It was something he had never once cared about and he was the reason I was finally able to be comfortable in my own skin and enjoy sex for the first time in my life however the insecurities are still there.

"Have I done something or not done something to make you not fully comfortable with me," George asks softly.

"No, it's just scary. You're the reason I can even enjoy sex because you put in the time to make sure I knew I was beautiful and that you had no issue with the rolls I carried around," I tell him softly which makes him smile.

"Okay, how about this. We don't have to do it today but can it be something we try in the future?" George reasons with me which makes me smile. While I knew George came in here to get me to sit on his face right away he knew we both would only enjoy it if I was fully comfortable.

"Yeah, I would like that," I tell him softly which makes him smile at me.

"Good," George says smiling up at me. I lean forward to capture his lips in mine.

A couple weeks have passed since our conversation about me riding George's face and while he had never once asked again it was all I could think about. While the idea of it still made me nervous I couldn't lie and say it didn't turn me on.

"Georgie, where are you?" I ask walking through our apartment and trying to locate my boyfriend.

"In here, love," George calls out from our room. When I find him I can see that he's trying to read the data from the last race.

"Are you busy?" I ask softly clearly showing how nervous I am.

"Never for you. What's wrong?" George asks while I start approaching him. I instantly climb into his lap trying to gain as much confidence as possible.

"I wanna try it," I tell him which only makes him look at me slightly confused.

"What?" George finally questions when he can't figure it out himself.

"Uh- um, the thing you wanted to try a few weeks ago," I reply back softly embarrassed that I was too nervous to say what it was. "Only if you still want to," I quickly added.

"You wanna sit on my face," George asks with a cocky smirk written all over his face instantly turning me on.

"Please," I ask softly. I feel George take my face in his hand and pull me down for a kiss.

What started as an innocent kiss quickly turned into a heavy make-out session, that ended with both of us stripped down and George laying down in the middle of the bed. I can see how hard he already his which makes me clinch my thighs together to try and get some friction.

"Come here, we'll start slow," George calls me over which has me climbing into the bed towards his face.

"Which direction do you wanna face, love?" George asks me making me think slightly before I tell him pointing towards the foot of the bed "I wanna face that way." I knew I wanted to be able to play with George's cock and I wasn't gonna wait until after he was done eating.

I hesitated a few seconds longer before I finally got the courage to climb on top. With my knees on either side of George's face and my pussy hovering at least a foot above his head I feel George's arms wrap around my thighs slowly guiding me down.

When I get close enough for George to finally reach up and take a taste for himself I gasp before trying to pull myself back up and away from his mouth, but with George being stronger it just had him pulling me down even more so he no longer had to strain his neck to reach.

George instantly gets into action licking from my hole to my throbbing clit making sure to pay extra attention to it.

"Oh, Georgie so good," I moan out slightly starting to grind on his face. I was still not putting my entire weight on George and he could tell but he wasn't going to push me to do something I wasn't comfortable with.

Once I get used to the new sensations I lean down slightly to find just how hard George is. When I finally reach for George's cock I can feel him hiss into my pussy making me gasp at the vibrations of it.

When I try to slide down just slightly to be able to pull George into my mouth he takes me by my hips and pulls me back too him.

"Stop, I want you ON my face," George says making sure to emphasize the word "on." I relax back just enough so I can still reach George with my mouth.

I guess my angle was still not good enough cause he finally grabs my hips again and dragging me back to make sure my pussy was seated directly over his mouth. Once George is satisfied I realized I was just going to have to pump his dick with my hand.

"So good," I gasp to George which just spurs his actions on making him double down and speed him.

I can tell that George was starting to get close already which makes him speedy up slightly wanting to watch him cum.

"Fuck," I hear George moan into my pussy sending a new wave of pleasure up my spine bringing me to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," I moan right before falling over the edge and start cumming all over his face.

As I'm coming down from my orgasm George starts cumming all over my hand with a loud moan sending me into another little orgasm from his mouth.

Once I've fully cum down from my orgasm I slowly climb off of George and look at him to see him in a blissed out.

"You okay?" I ask softly worried I might have sat on him a little too hard.

"Better than okay," he says with a smile while I walk to the bathroom While I'm washing my hands George comes into the bathroom to pull me into his chest allowing us to make eye contact through the mirror.

"Thank you," George tells me with a smile.

"I enjoyed it," I reply with a smile making George laugh a little and tell me he knew I would. Which has me gasping in mock surprise and flinging some of the water on my hands at George.

[8unknowndoee]

-- TMAGP SPOILER EPISODE 25 / Nothing big but still, very small implication of what happened in the new episode --

This has no logic behind it in any shape way or form, I just think it would be fascinating if not horribly ironic if Melanie turns out the be the new I.T. person. I've seen a few people say Sasha being the new I.T. person and I can 100% see the appeal to that but I would like to just point out that Melanie King has yet, in any form, to be mentioned.

Like I just think it's strange we haven't even heard her mentioned specifically by Celia as we have the other characters. Like, Jon and Martin being mentioned makes since, Jon was legit the antichrist and Martin was his plus one, they were attached to the hip so it would make sense to have them mentioned together and first because they are or related to the reason the world ended. As to the fact that Celia has met them before, even if for a little time.

Celia already sees Georgie in person often, already connected to her in this world. Celia looking for Helen is questionable because Helen tried to eat her when they met and I wasn't aware Celia knew Helen was someone before they met.

Celia looking for Basira before she looked for Melanie is also strange because, unless I'm remembering wrong, Melanie was the blind prophet of the people they saved, she was like their Jesus but more apocalyptic cult vibes, wouldn't Celia look for her before Basira and Helen? Then episode 25 came out and Lena looking for a new I.T. person and I think it would be a fascinating and tragically ironic if that new I.T. person to be Melanie.

Like it's not impossible, Basira is in a educational position rather than law enforcement and didn't seem to ever think about going into law enforcement. Melanie going from YouTube (God was she? I remember her going into scary places but I can't remember if she was a YouTuber or not) to being an I.T. person in this world wouldn't be an insane idea.

Yet the idea of Melanie being a normal I.T. person dragged into this horror story in the same way she was a horror explorer YouTuber dragged into the horror story is tragically ironic because she is going to work close to and with the Freddie system, Jon, Martin and Jonah, in some fucked up similar way she had in TMA. Except it would be the most fascinating thing in the world because what is Celia gonna do? How is she going to behave around Melanie? Melanie was her client as a therapist then became her savior, a literal blind prophet, when the world ended. Would she follow Melanie's words? Agree with anything she'll say? Or will she think that Melanie isn't yet a blind prophet because she isn't blind yet and, at the end of her line, snaps and tries to make her blind to allow her to gain prophetic visions and save the world before it ends? Like she's going to have a reaction. And to new listeners, Melanie being the new I.T. person wouldn't be strange at all, she hasn't been mentioned or even implied by Celia yet so no one would know of her but Celia's behavior towards her, the reaction and what she does afterwards would send more red flags like the ones she already has given.

Anyways, that's my random thought I had, New I.T. personnel Melanie at your service.

[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 2.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst in part 2. Possessiveness.

Have a little Georgie smut 🌹

"Ladies first," George said as you stepped out of the burrow and walked towards the little garage where Arthur's car was parked. He opened the door for you and quickly jogged around the side of the car to climb into the drivers seat, having to move back the seat a considerable amount to fit his long legs in.

You drove in silence for a while before flicking on the radio, surprisingly finding that the radio stations could still pick up muggle frequencies. George smiled and chuckled as you began quietly singing along to a song you recognised from the radio and he reached over to grab hold of your hand, entwining his fingers with yours to hold your hand next to the gearstick. You drove over the hills of Ottery St Catchpole towards the centre of the village, driving along scenic, peaceful roads that really showed off the village's beauty. Technically, you could have easily walked but it was nice to have a lazy drive with your boyfriend, who was a wonderful driver, to your surprise. "Oh I love this song!" You suddenly called out, breaking your contact with George's hand to turn up the little dial on the dashboard.

"In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows," you sang with your best Chris Cornell impression, though it would go completely over the head of your boyfriend who you knew, knew nothing about muggle music. It was one of the benefits of being muggleborn that you took great pride in, knowing and loving the music that was so different to the muggle worlds.

George laughed with you, his eyes sparkling as he flickered his eyes between you and the road, watching your little performance that was just for him.

"Black hole sun, won't you come, and wash away the rain? Black hole sun, won't you come," you sang a little louder now, gently head banging with the beat at the little breaks in the tune.

"You really like your music huh?" George says, reaching his hand over to place it on your denim covered thigh in between changing gears.

"I love it, it's actually what I wanted to do before I found out about the wizarding world," you said, realising that you'd never actually told anyone this.

"Why can't you do it now?" He asks, briefly flicking his eyes over to you. You sighed a little and scrunched your face up briefly as you considered his words.

"It's complicated, I technically could but it'd be like throwing behind this incredible gift I've been given. My family are mostly muggles so I'm incredibly thankful that I get to do these things and be part of this world, it would just be a waste of a gift if I didn't do something with it. Plus for me music has always been a hobby, like an escape and a bonding thing with my friends and it's special to me, being part of it would probably just ruin the magic," you explained.

"I guess I understand that, I think sometimes I take it for granted you know with us all being magic," George explains. You nod, listening to him, knowing that his experience growing up was wickedly different to yours, being from a pureblood family.

"You could always perform for me and Fred sometime," he says with a cheeky smile which you laugh at.

"Something tells me you wouldn't like my kind of music, it's not exactly Celestina Warbeck," you giggle, thinking of Molly's favourite singer. George huffs out a laugh and briefly squeezes your thigh, returning his hand to the gearstick to shift gears before pulling into a parking space and shifting the hand break.

You look up and notice you were parked directly outside the paper shop in the middle of the village. "If it's you, we'd love it regardless," George says sweetly, looking up at you with a look of pure adoration which took your breath away. You lean forward and capture his lips in a sweet kiss, placing your hand on the side of his head, his ear encased in your palm as you swept a little tuft of hair behind it. When you pulled away, he leant forward for one more kiss and smirked at you.

It was so nice to spend some one on one time with George, despite slightly missing Fred and their usual back and forth, you craved time alone with George frequently, knowing he was slightly more sensitive than his twin brother. George was the sweeter one of the pair, often a little more soft spoken and more considerate which was always nice to be around.

You both stepped out the car and walked into the small paper shop, immediately walking over to the little fridge at the back, seeing an array of branded muggle drinks for sale. You smiled, seeing the one with a purple label and reached in to grab a few bottles for Fred. George appeared beside you a moment later holding a little wire basket for you to place them into. You reached in an pulled a bottle of irn bru out of the fridge and into the basket, your personal favourite fizzy drink.

"Fancy some snacks?" You asked, turning to him as he threw his arm around your shoulder. "We'll have to sneak them past your mum though."

"And dad, otherwise we'll never hear the end of it," he chuckles, you joining him at the thought of Arthur finding out about muggle confectionery.

You grabbed a few bags of crisps and a couple of chocolate bars you knew Fred would like, careful to avoid anything with caramel after the previous incident with the caramel treat he'd ingested.

"George? Omg my gosh, hi!" The girl from behind the counter shouted and waved as you both walked around the aisle towards the counter where she was sat filing her nails. It was more than causal friendliness, she was outright elated to see him, a little too friendly in her greeting as she moved to stand closer and lean forward a little, trying to plump up her flat chest.

"Oh hi Lauren," George says a little awkwardly. You had to stop yourself frowning at the interaction, suddenly overcome by a wave of unmistakable jealousy which was out of character for you. She clearly knew him well enough to tell him apart from his brother, which irked you more than it should.

"Who's this?" She asked, looking towards you. She had a fake smile plastered on her face but you could see straight through it, her tone laced with something that made your eye want to twitch.

"This is my girlfriend, y/n," he says, placing his large hand on your shoulder. You could see a brief flicker of something pass over her face but she recovered well, though it didn't help the flare of angst you felt.

"No Fred today?" She asked, trying to divert the conversation. She clearly didn't know about your situation or that it was the wrong thing to say, but her mentioning your other boyfriend's name had plunged you into instant distaste, feeling suddenly possessive over both of them.

"Um, no not today," he says, reaching to touch the back of his neck to give it a little scratch as he placed the basket down on the little tillpoint.

"That's a shame," she says quickly, beginning to ring through your items. Godric you wished she would stop talking. Everything she said made you want to slap her more and more. You knew you were being ridiculous but you could see through her little ploy and it was working, at least to piss you off.

"You know I love those little magic tricks you guys do, it's like you're actually magicians!" She giggled with the fakest sounding laugh you'd ever heard and once again you had to fight back a frown, desperate to get out of there. George seemed to pick up on your sudden quietness and started rubbing his thumb over your shoulder where his hand was placed but all you wanted to do was shove his hand off of you.

"That'll be £7.50," she said, never once looking at you as she focused entirely on George. You quietly reached into your bag and pulled out your purse and handed it to George to pay as you began placing the items into your crochet shopping bag.

"So good to see you, you and Fred should come by more often!" She says to George with metaphorical hearts in her eyes, never once stopping the flirtations with him as you gathered your bag and walked out, not even stopping to say bye- though of course she probably wouldn't have even noticed if you'd left long ago and took half the store with you.

George jogged out of the paper shop to catch up with you as you walked to the car, waiting for him to unlock it. You could feel his eyes on you but he said nothing, knowing he would clearly be able to tell that something was wrong with you, your vacant expression a sheer contrast to the joy that was on your face before you saw that bitch.

"You okay?" He asks quietly as you chucked down the shopping bag into the footwell and waited for him to start the car.

"Just want to get back to Fred," you said blankly, knowing that the phrase had a double meaning that would cut him twice, sensing that you'd had enough of him and suddenly wanted his brother. George starts the car and begins to pull away, the silence in the car no longer comfortable as you sit stewing on what had just happened.

"We used to go in quite a bit a few years back, thought she was pretty so we showed her some card tricks that she liked," George began to say, explaining himself though there was really no need. Hearing those words from his mouth hurt you even more than the whole interaction back there. Had they been in since you'd been together? Probably.

"Right," you said, trying to sound dismissive and casual as you looked out of the window, feeling as if tears would start forming in your eyes if he carried on talking.

"It was before we knew we had a chance with you, trust me as soon as we knew how you felt, neither of us have looked at another woman since," he says quietly and calmly, trying to calm you but it didn't really work. You simply nodded, not wanting to speak. You heard him sigh gently before reaching his hand out to place it back on your leg but you shifted in your seat so your body was angled away from him. The sun was slowly beginning to set, the evening crawling in as you passed the familiar hills and winding country roads of St Ottery, but you felt far from peaceful in the moment.

"She never meant anything to us, especially not compared to you," he says, clearly not knowing when to stop.

"So do you both always fancy the same girl or is it just a coincidence?" You couldn't hold back the snark any longer, his incessant rambling winding you tighter and tighter. It was a little sharp and a little below the belt, you'll admit, but the fact that she'd captured the attention of both of your boyfriends was enough to make you feel insanely jealous.

George immediately slammed his foot down on the break and parked the car in a little dirt road, turning off the engine completely and shifting to face you completely.

"No," he said sharply in reply, surprising you at his sudden dominant and angry demeanour, something you had never seen from George. "I thought she was pretty, then Fred got wind of it, joined in and tried to compete. He thought she was fit and it became a game to distract us from getting nowhere with you. I'm not gonna say she's not pretty because I've got eyes but she's nothing compared to you."

You didn't really know how to respond to that, feeling a little heated by George's sudden dominance even if you still felt a stagnant level of irritation from the bitch in the shop.

"We might have found you both attractive but you know what sets you and her apart?" He asks, reaching out for your chin to look deep into his eyes. Your brows knit together in question as he looks at you intensely, "you're ours."

He crashes his lips to yours and given you the kind of kiss that would make your knees buckle if you'd been standing. He pushes his tongue into your mouth to wrestle with your own as he controls the kiss, his hands wrapping into your hair as he undoes your seatbelt. After pulling away, leaving you breathless and aroused, he commands you to take off your jeans.

"George," you say, not quite sure why you're protesting but he simply shoots you a pointed look which tells you to behave and you comply. You shuffle out of your tight jeans, trying to not look awkward as you do so, struggling with the limited room.

"I might be wrong, but it's one of our sweaters your wearing is it not?" He says, his hand reaching over to cup your chin again. You nodded, looking into his eyes but he simply raised a single eyebrow at you, showing that was not the reply he wanted.

"Yes," you said quietly. He smirked just lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly upturning as he stared at you intensely.

"It's our house you're staying in isn't it? With our family, in our bedroom, our beds?"

"Yes."

"It's us that get to kiss you, love you, fuck you?"

"Yes," you said, your breath hitching a little at his words, the words love and fuck circling round in your mind on repeat.

"Only us?" He asks, his hands now wandering down your body to draw teasing circles on your thigh, inching closer to your desperate core.

"Only you."

"Good girl," he says, which makes you bite your bottom lip at the arousal that washes over you at his dominant praise.

"And it's only you that gets us, all of us, isn't that right angel?"

"Yes Georgie."

"Are we yours?"

"All mine, both of you," you whimper as his long fingers begin rubbing your clothed clit through the lace of your panties. "Only mine."

"Good girl," he says whilst pulling back the material of your panties and dipping his index finger down to your waiting hole where your arousal has pooled. "Bloody hell angel, you're soaked. You like being reminded that you're ours?"

"Fuck, yes, yes Georgie, all yours," you moan out as his finger plunges into you, his fingertips dragging on that special spot inside you as he fucks you with his long fingers, adding a second one to stretch you out. You let out a loud moan as his thumb finds your throbbing clit and begins to circle it expertly, just as he knew you liked.

"Fuck angel, you get me so fucking hard," he pants into your ear as he continues to finger you, leaning over to suck marks into your neck. You can already feel the tingling pull of an orgasm building embarrassingly quickly but you'd never experienced dominant George before and it was a sight to see and behold. His fingers moved in you perfectly, having studied you body and becoming an expert in pleasuring you since you'd gotten together.

"George, fuck, please I'm," you begged, feeling closer and closer to your climax with each breath you took.

"Come angel, come for your man," he commanded, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as your climax swelled inside you and erupted. You let out a loud moan into his mouth as he kissed you, your body jolting and locking with the force and intensity of your orgasm. You could feel George smiling against your lips as your body went limp, his fingers focusing on pumping in and out of you to ride you through your orgasm until it had passed. Your body fell limp into the seat of the car as you caught your breath, chest heaving with the intensity of what had just happened.

You let out a little huff of joyful laughter as you came back down to earth, seeing the situation for what it really was as you watched George pull his hand away from you and suck his fingers into his mouth to wipe away the arousal coating his fingers. He let out a little moan at the taste and you had to fight the urge to blush, even though you'd watched him do it multiple times.

"I'm sorry," you said after a few moments of comfortable silence, regretting snapping at him. He looked at you with his usual George smile and shook his head gently.

"Not your fault angel, I'd have felt the same way if it was you," he admitted, running a hand over his face. "You know that you have nothing to be jealous about though right? I'm crazy about you, and unfortunately for me so is Fred, but that's how it is," he says, looking deeply into your eyes, chuckling a little at the Fred quip. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, sometimes it actually hurts to look at you for too long, it's like looking directly into the sun," he smirks, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. You chuckle in defence but the look he gives you tells you he means every word. "I can't talk for Fred, but there's not a single woman on this planet I'd rather be with."

You lean forward and capture his lips in a kiss that conveys all the emotions you felt, wanting to show him just how much he means to you. You pulled apart and smiled at each other before you moved away. George readjusted himself not so subtly and you instantly felt guilty for not offering to help him out. You placed your hand on his thigh but he smirked up at you and shook his head, "later," he mused.

"Can we actually go back to Fred now?" You asked, feeling like you'd been away from your sick boyfriend way too long. George nods in agreement and starts the car again, driving the little way back to the Burrow.

When you make it back up to the twins bedroom, Fred is sat up in bed, shirtless, reading a quidditch annual and though he's still much paler than you'd like to see, he looks better and more alert.

"How you feeling Freddie?" George asks, walking behind you at you enter the room. Fred looks up towards you both and smiles, placing down the book he'd been reading.

"Better," he says, turning to look at you before squinting comically as he observed you, his eyes widening in realisation only moments later. "You've had sex."

Your mouth opens wide at his accusation and before you can even deny it you and George burst out in a laugh, not feeling even a little shameful or guilty.

"Not quite brother, your divination skills must have been taken along with your skin colour, oh wait, you didn't have any to begin with," George jokes, throwing down his sweater so he's left in his blue patterned shirt.

"Fingered then?" Fred asks crudely, looking at you with a mocking intensity. You roll your eyes but fight to hold back a giggle at his words and so you instinctively turn to reach into your bag to pull out the dandelion and burdock and hand it to him, knowing it would be the only thing to shut him up.

He quickly undoes the cap, the hissing of air from the carbonation echoing in the room before he takes a long swig, moaning at the flavour hits his taste buds.

"This is so good," he murmurs to no one in particular, instantly taking another big swig before belching loudly because of the fizz. You scrunched your nose up at his disgusting actions and threw the nearest cushion at him which only made him laugh.

"I'll be right back," George says, shooting a wink at you as he walks out the door and closes it behind him.

You climbed into bed next to Fred, having really missed him whilst you'd been gone and delicately wrapped your arms around his waist, pushing your head into his naked chest.

"I'm not on my deathbed princess," he jokes as he wraps his big arms around you, pulling you tightly into his body.

"Yes because that's the only reason I'd cuddle you Fred," you snarked, tapping his leg with your foot. He chuckled and you could feel the vibrations through his chest where your head lay. You looked up towards him, craning your neck a little to look up at his face. "Are you really feeling better?"

He shot you a warm smile at your concern and hugged you a little tighter for a second as he nodded, "a lot better now actually." You smiled widely at his cheeky words and laid your head back down, getting comfy. "A sympathy blowjob would go along way though."

You gently elbowed him in the ribs making him flinch in reflex and then bark out a laugh.

"Fred, I can't tell you how much it would scar me to look at your cock right now whilst the colour's drained from your body, imagine what it's done down there," you joked. Fred immediately batted you away and pulled down his sweats to take a look at his package to check that it still had some colour to it. You looked away, not wanting to get a flash of his currently non-perfect cock. He went silent and flipped up the waistband of his sweats, saying nothing, telling you that you were correct. "Point taken princess."

"So what's your plans tonight?" You asked Fred quietly, lazily drawing patterns into his chest, feeling the small, sparse patch of hair between his pecks.

Fred hummed briefly and let out a little sigh, "change of plans princess, I'm staying right here in bed, George is taking over with our plans for you."

You looked up towards him again at his confession, feeling guilty that he would be left out again. He must have noticed your look and smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head, "I get you next weekend."

[its-time-to-write]

i know now it’ll pass - ch. 5

I think these last two chapters are my favorite🥲 Lmk with you all think of the series bc I crave validation!!! No such thing as too many comments🥺🥺

still miss you

It’s the worst. You’re working in Manchester of all places, and you really wish that you were somewhere else. But they paid the most and offered housing and were able to hire you within two and a half weeks of your breakup. Higgins wrote a glowing letter of recommendation, and just like that, you were gone. 

You’re going to miss your flat, you realize. You don’t even know who bought it. Doesn’t matter. They were willing to pay twice what it was worth as long as they were the offer you accepted.

It’s good that Jamie won’t see you around. Won’t have any lingering reminders. It’s good that you’re the one who ended things, because he won’t be able to blame himself for it. (He probably still will, you think, but you put that thought in a tiny box and put it on a shelf far away.) 

Jamie doesn’t see you, but you see him. You see him in photos on the wall and hear him in the local voices and wish you could have just accepted his love for a little while longer.

You watch every single one of his games and cheer when he makes a goal. Or a pass. Or anything, really. He’s started running like Roy Kent did at Chelsea, like he’s angry at the grass. At least his anger is channeled into something productive.

Your new flat faces the sun, and you’re on the steps all the time. It’s not standard housing, it’s a real actual flat that Man City bought for you. It’s not big but it’s clean and yours and has a real, actual garden in the back. You think that you can manage this until you meet your neighbors and realize you’re really and truly fucked and the universe hates you.

You met the husband, Simon, on one of your sleepless nights. It was still relatively early, just 1:30, but you could tell that you weren’t going to get much sleep. Dr. Sharon transferred you to someone in Manchester, but now you were awake for different reasons. Jamie’s face kept haunting you so you kept your eyes wide open. Some mornings you’d wake up under the weighted blanket and think that it was him, in your groggy haze. Then you’d blink a couple times and remember that you’d broken up.

So you don’t sleep much. And now you’re on the porch with a cup of the tea Jamie’s mum recommended so long ago, the strong smell steaming into the air. As you sit down on your chair (you have a chair now) you hear a soft voice say, “Lovely night, isn’t it?” You nod and look over to see your neighbor sitting on his chair as well on the lawn. 

“Sometimes I like to come out here and look at the stars,” he continues. “Can’t always see very many of them, but the fresh air is nice. I’m Simon, by the way.”

You nod again, give him your name, and sip your tea.

“Is that Sleep Plus by Twinings?” he asks. “I only ask because my wife swears by it. Has a cuppa every single night, so I’m well-acquainted with the smell.”

You smile. “Yeah, it is. A friend gave it to me. Said his mum loved it too. I have trouble sleeping, so…”

Simon nods. “Georgie, that’s my wife, used to have the same problem. Too many things on her mind, she said. But she’s been alright ever since we’ve been married. She says that it wasn’t really a chemical problem in her brain, but more the fact that she was always worried. Took me years to show her I wasn’t someone she needed to be worried around. But, I proved myself and here we are.” He chuckles fondly. “She’s upstairs snoring loud as can be.”

You sit in silence a while longer before Simon gets up and says, “Lovely to meet you. I’ll have Georgie invite you ‘round for tea sometime.”

Tea with your neighbors sounds wonderful until you walk into their flat and see pictures of Georgie’s son on the walls and on tables and on the fridge and in basically every possible space she can find. Simon mentions how he researched creative things to do with photographs because it “helps Georgie when she misses him,” and you know for an absolute fact that the universe has a personal hatred for you.

It has to, because why else would you have unwittingly gotten a flat right next to Jamie’s parents?

You force yourself to behave as normally as possible and thank them for a lovely meal. Georgie grabs your arm on the way out and says you ought to come over again some time. She hugs you and tells you she didn’t have a sparkle in her eyes at your age, either. She knows what it’s like and maybe you can have tea together tomorrow night, just the two of you. Talk about it and maybe you don’t have to struggle as much as she did.

You don’t smile at her, but she doesn’t mind. Georgie reaches out a hand to wipe away a tear and says, “Oh love. It’ll be alright. You’re not alone all the way out here. I miss my son something terrible and I can see you’re missing someone too. You’ve already made me feel better and I hope I can help you the way you’ve helped me. Good to have someone young around here.”

She’s smiling, and you realize she and Jamie have the same soft eyes.

Georgie hugs you tight again before you can bolt out the door. “You’re not alone, sweetheart,” she whispers. “You’ll be alright.”

—

Simon and Georgie are a godsend. Sure, you have to suffer their son staring down at you from his various portraits in the house, but you can talk to them. They’re like parents with the way Georgie hugs you and Simon is always bringing over excess baked goods. They’re always available to talk and listen, to laugh and sometimes, to cry.

Georgie tells you about her ex-husband one nights and it’s enough to make you sob. You tell her about your ex-boyfriend (the bad one) through gasps while she rubs your back and murmurs, “I’m right here, love.”

“How were you able to be with Simon?” you ask once you’ve calmed down. “I just can’t understand that. I’ve tried, I really have, but I was just waiting for him to get tired of me. And I’m not positive he ever would have.”

Georgie thinks for a moment. “I think I finally realized that James was not the standard for all men. He and Simon were very different, and Simon always showed me he respected me as a person. It took years of that, but here we are.” She laughs. “He’s a very patient man. Not many would put up with me and my Jamie.”

Jamie was patient. And funny. And the exact opposite of your ex. He’s confident with a touch of arrogance, but it’s the kind of confidence that’s contagious as opposed to oppressive. He’s sweet and thoughtful, and does things without expecting something in return. He likes to make you smile just for the sake of it, and you like to do the same.

You’re shaken from your reverie by Georgie saying, “That reminds me, Jamie’s coming into town this weekend. You should come over to meet him.”

She and Simon share a not-so-subtle glance that means you should date our son and become our actual daughter-in-law because you’re basically already ours, and that’s when you decide you’re going to be horribly ill.

“I’d love to,” you say out loud. “I’ll check my calendar.”

Table of Contents

[gnashingwailing]

GIRL (gender neutral) HELP NOT THE PEER REVIEWED HOMOPHOBIA

@fireflywritesgt sending u my ch 24/25 thoughts <3

⬆️How Harry looks processing how upset he is that Joe nearly died in a lake while lovingly making him tea for his hangover

Meanwhile, Joe: I hope sober Joe knows how to deal with this Sober Joe:

First off. this is primarily a reflection on Joe & Harry throughout these last two chapters but I would be remiss not to mention how EXTREMELY fed I am by the Gutters lore ... was HE a pet or was it someone he cared for... either way... woof. Plus Calloway coming to Joe's rescue once again... even though there are now rumors and Gutters saw something. In parallel with the marking scene ... this story does such a great job of balancing the horror with the levity. maybe it's for the best Joe isn't telling Harry the particulars of his visiting Calloway's bcuz Harry might just have a heart attack if he stops and thinks through the implications of all this. Wonder if he realizes how much danger he might have put Joe in... he seems to kinda forgor everything else where saving/supporting Joe is concerned (as seen in ch21 when he wanted to bring Joe to see O'Grady...)

(Btw I love the way (sober) Joe will NEVER admit anything re: Harry saving his life lol. “You just threw me into a curtain 🙄“ “I don’t even remember the turtle 🙄”)

“He knew what the medical journals had to say about homosexuals; hell, he had read them! He had to give himself some credit, however. The little bastard had been drunk as a skunk, lying helplessly in his hand, and the worst Harry had done was march him straight upstairs to tuck him into bed. Whatever pathology Harry himself had, it had not gotten the best of him yet.”

GIRL (gn) HELP NOT THE PEER-REVIEWED INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA… The Harry chapters always hit soooo hard for me when you read between the lines of what he’s thinking. He is SUCH a poor little guy… We can see pretty clearly that Harry thinks of his affections as something poisonous but Also apparently as something predatory? “his pathology�� “getting the best of him” being like… what? That he’d take advantage of him because he’s attracted to him ? Is that the kind of thing the research said? UGH IT BREAKS MY HEART. I hope he’ll reject his coping mechanism of rationalizing and dissecting everything and just let go and trust Joe to know what he wants! It would be really tragic if Harry tried rejecting Joe much the same way Georgie rejected him :’(

“Harry, though he hated to admit it, was afraid – not of Joe himself, but what Joe represented.” - OUUUUUGHHH THE PARALLELS… the way Joe thought the exact same thing after the night of the thunderstorm… ouuuuughhhhh save meeee...

And the parallels continue in their tendency to self-harm… Joe may be more overt about it (lol if Harry ever learns that Joe has purposefully eaten poisoned chocolate three. times. and fully thought he was doing it a 4th with Harry’s own offering … #girl…) but Harry’s absolute repression of any self-expression or vulnerability is equally a form of self-harm… questioning Joe’s ability to make his own decisions is such a sad expression of how Harry (maybe unconsciously?) views things — safety and staying alive is worth more than authenticity. Maybe he won’t stick Joe in a cage anymore but he still wants to exert control over him — in the relatable way many of us do when we feel like our loved ones are making bad decisions. And Joe is making some of those! But so does everyone! And in Joe’s case the worst of them are likely driven from years of internalized self-loathing and self-neglect !! He would probably chill out if he just had a good man waiting for him at home……. Taking Harry by the shoulders and shaking him. U are both two sides of the same coin

Except

“Unseasoned. The word crept back into Joe’s mind. Calloway had a point, he realized; Harry wasn’t acting all that different from some of the lesser-experienced boys of Joe’s own size that he had toyed with. Surely, though, Harry didn’t find Joe attractive. That would be absurd!” Holy shit this whole chapter is so good but this part is hysterical. 1. TOYED WITH⁉️ 2. Watching Harry’s brain overheat in real time while 3. Joe getting to enjoy flirting shamelessly (clapping and hollering that he got to do that AND got to be sober to remember it) WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY BEING LIKE 🤨 there’s no way he finds me attractive tho. How do they both manage to be such conniving little bastards and also so innocent. So clever and yet soooo dumb. 💕

But even tho he’s somewhat in disbelief about how Harry feels about him, Joe knows himself so very well lmao. At first I thought he was lying about not remembering their conversation but. I don’t think so. Harry telling him he said “something very nice” to him and Joe being like. Was it that you had a nice ass. LIKE HE WAS THIS �� CLOSE TO THE MARK BDDJSHHD but ALSO even just calling Harry handsome made him a blushing mess!! It fascinates me that Harry is so terrified of receiving affection but he felt much more at ease when he was giving it. I mean, he was calling Joe handsome two chapters ago‼️ I think Joe can be forgiven for his romance-novel-brain idealizing Harry as a seductor. It says something interesting about Harry’s character that he’s been so comfortable complimenting Joe until it might lead somewhere … Is that open, easygoing kindness, the sort that compliments other men readily, the ‘real’ Harry? Was Joe seeing his unvarnished personality before it got hidden under the internalized homophobia that has come out in force since ch22? I get the sense Harry is just the sort of guy whose true feelings sometimes spill out of him in a way he is barely cognizant of. We know that’s true for his anger, but I could see that being true for his affection, too. I’m guessing that is why his internal monologue goes ���wow! He’s like a movie star :) and he’s so brave and cool and I respect him so much. He looks like a dancer. And his clothes look so good on him. And I notice his haircut and whether he’s getting enough sleep and every scratch and scrape and other intricacy of his appearance immediately. Yeah, I can’t help but love him - you know - like a brother or a friend!!” 👈 UNSEASONED

"“So you admit it. I’m up here because I manipulated you, and not because you manipulated me.” Joe said." — omfg. On the one hand, I love that these two are so good at unhanding each other, and it’s very cute to me that they’ve both at different points felt proud for “catching” one another. On the other hand, Harry & Joe when they are tasked with cultivating a mutually nurturing and vulnerable relationship:

WHAT IF NEITHER OF YOU ARE MANIPULATING THE OTHER AND DOING THIS BECAUSE YOU LIKE ONE ANOTHER AND YOU’RE BOTH CHOOSING THE UNKNOWN. WHAT IF THAT WASNT BEYOND BOTH UR KEN RN. What then. One day they will quit playing Tom and Jerry-esque mind games with each other but not today. I know the rituals are intricate. I know. I know they’re intricate 😔😔😔

On a lighter note so glad to see Joe’s other go-to behavior is back. If he doesn’t wanna Just Walk Out then he wants to Fuck Around & Find Out <3 I luv how compatible the two of them are… Joe is not only moving in he's turning Harry into the u-haul service and Harry is just enamored with him for it. Faithful hunting dog retrieving game indeed. Submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to its sheep. 10/10 Joe got his ass so good.

"“I’m sure you[‘ll listen to me]. You have to. If I’m gonna be the tiny, then it means you have to be the giant and do everything I say all the time.” He said." — Hmm. Joe and I have the same g/t fics bookmarked I think 👍 I sort of get the same sense that Harry got when Joe was talking about “luck” — that maybe the idea of “being the tiny” vs “being the giant” has some cultural connotations for him we don’t quite grasp.

OH this reminds me of the question I meant to ask you and promptly forgot about. If miniatures have a taboo against taking things without giving something in return… what does it feel like for Joe when Harry just keeps giving him stuff? Does “paying me in sleep” really work in borrower cultural norms? Hazarding a guess, I’m assuming romantic partners don’t necessarily operate on the same principle of equivalent exchange… given “Joe’s got a rich boyfriend that’s spoiling him” being something Calloway reads as normal/expected … That is to say. Hmm. Is Harry giving Joe all these things something that a romantic suitor would do? 🤔 Harry the unknowing seductor…

Parting thoughts… Miss Wilkins’ dad suddenly came down with tuberculosis, huh. Gang, do we know how Harry’s mom died, other than that it was sudden and traumatic? How do we think Harry is doing re: pushing all his feelings & unprocessed trauma down at this time. 👍/👎?

[brainbleedo]

Tmagp Insanity Rant (fuck you multiverse)

I do not believe that Celia is from the tma universe, flat out, i refuse to believe it and if they take that route i will genuinely be kind of upset-

I do have reasons for this though, firstly is how little evidence there is pushing for this idea, we all know something is up with Celia but we have no evidence for her being from the tma universe other than she was in tma and she's acting weird. Which isn't really evidence considering that Gerry and Gertrude are also here (and a hinted Georgie if i remember?)

furthermore, multiverses are really hard to do and get right because otherwise you end up with the mcu multiverse and do not get me started on that- frankly a multiverse seems like a very lazy plot line, not to mention how that would kind of fuck with tmagp’s whole being able to be listened to without listening to tma (same as the whole .jmj Jonah Martin Jon thing but ill get into that later)

Also, WHY WOULD SHE PERSUE A RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE IF SHES FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE??? especially if she's replaced og Celia? it either means that she doesn't actually like Sam (which i can actually get behind tbh bec i don't buy it) or she's a cruel idiot who doesn't understand that those actions will have consequences. It would be kind of plausible IF that last point didn't exist but for me its the final nail in the coffin on that theory. plus did i mention how lazy a Celia from tma would be for a plot line? like noooo give me possession, give me entity Celia, give me infested, hell give me anything other than she's replaced og Celia .

Now.

.jmj

this might get some people upset, but i do not fully believe that .jmj is Jonah Martin Jon. Especially if its tma Jonah Martin Jon, if its not then yeah i can get behind that idea but not if its tma jmj. Frankly though im going a bit mental because i think it is another red herring, the whole jmj being almost immediately associated with jonah martin jon is a bit suspisious to me. It feels like information that was way too easily gifted? though i could be wrong on that one tbh

this theory im not as concrete about (sept for them not being from the tma universe, you will not convince me.) but idk, it feels way too easy, it feels like everything is making a bit too much sense for me to not think that we have been duped as a fandom at some stage.

thank for for coming to my MAG talk, i fucking hate multiverses.

[oblivious-idiot]

London Calling

George Karim x gn Reader

Summary: You and George met while working for Fittes, you now end up secretly helping Lockwood and Co on cases. George has big fat crush and gets flustered.

Warnings: Fluff, spoilers to the season finale, swearing

Pairings: George Karim x gn Reader

Word count: 1.4k AN: I'm pretty sure I wrote this gn, but there might be a few slip ups here and there!

Back before George Karim worked for Lockwood and Co. he was working for Fittes, which is where he met you. The both of you worked on cases together and it was obvious that you two had become close - the sarcastic comments being thrown about by the two of you was enough of a sign.

Over a year had past since George left you with Kipps working at Fittes, not that you could really blame him. But every so often he’d use his little Karim charm to get some information on a latest case, because he knew that you wouldn’t say no to him, but he also used it as an excuse to see you again. He wouldn’t admit it, but George had a crush on you, and it had become so obvious that even Lockwood and Lucy had noticed.

Even with Lockwood and Kipps’ stupid bet on who could find the Bone Mirror first, you’d already started to help George and his team on cases and you wouldn't stop now, plus it would break you to see him lose his job you knew he loved. You didn’t plan on telling Kipps that you were helping George, obviously, he’d kick you from the team if you did, but it was a risk worth taking, and god knows Lockwood and Co. needed all the help they could get.

You were there when Lockwood and Kipps made their bet, if you rolled your eyes any harder they'd fall into the back of your head, but that case had been and gone now, even if you're still angry at George for what he said about himself, how he felt as if he wasn't needed. You needed that boy more than he would ever know.

A few weeks had passed since the Bone Mirror case and George is researching in the archives when you see him. You're off duty so you didn't have to wear your retched Fittes uniform, the thought of George wearing it still makes you laugh. You catch his eye from across the room and he motions to you to sit with him.

"What are we working on today Georgie?" you say as you slide down next to him

"You know, if you're so adamant on working cases with us, you should just join the agency" he says as he scrambles the papers into order for you.

You smile at his attempt to organise, you both knew the boy worked best amongst the chaos. "And miss out on pissing off Kipps and Barnes to sneak out with you? You would rid me of my happiness?" you laugh and elbows him playfully, he starts to go red in the cheeks.

You meet his eyes "You know I would George. It's not been the same working here since you felt. They really makes you feel disposable" you mutter out the last part, hoping he doesn't hear you.

George quickly adjusts himself and begins explaining the case to you. It seemed simple enough, a family had just bought a house which a Type One still resided in, so they agreed to the case - he made sure to mention to you how it took Lockwood some persuading, you both knew the boy was stubborn at accepting "easy jobs".

You arrived at the house before George, Lockwood, and Lucy showered up. It was still light so you pulled out the book in your bag you’d been reading about the Problem and just read until they arrived. One of the things George loved about you was the fact you were also interested in the Problem, he felt like he could talk to you for hours about the whole situation.

Once they arrived, you stood up to greet them - Lockwood and Lucy looked at each other when they saw your outfit, which if they didn't know any better, had George Karim written all over it. Under the scruffy leather jacket you wore, a pale green plaid shirt was visible along with an oversized band shirt tucked into your jeans. George looked a little flustered when he realised you still had the shirt you'd stolen when he worked for Fittes.

You all came together and set out the plan of what to do. You and George would set out on finding the source for the Visitor, while Lockwood and Lucy would keep it at bay.

You can’t say it exactly went to plan the way you wanted it to. Lockwood hadn’t gotten around to buying more supplies, so the team were all short on flares and salt bombs more than you would care for.

On top of all that, the Type One was more on the side of being a Type Two, making it a lot more unpredictable. George managed to find the Source, which was an old jewellery box, but when he moved the box it called the Visitor to his location. When you saw the ghost out the back of your eye, you called to George, but by the time he heard you the ghost tossed him across the room and away from the box, knocking all the air from his lungs.

Just as the ghost was closing in on George, you rushed to his side, rapier in hand, and managed to keep it at bay until Lucy threw a net over the Source. Your rapier dropped to your side as you helped George sit up and gather himself, he could see the look of worry in your eyes and grabbed ahold of your hand to let you know he was okay.

"George Karim, you are the most oblivious ghost hunter I know" you say, finally letting go of the breathe you were holding

He lets out a soft chuckle, his features soft as he looked at you. "What would I do without you y/n?" God he'd fallen hard.

"You'd be dead or had the Ghost Touch by now if it wasn't for me" you say as you pull him to his feet "and we all know Lockwood would go insane without his best researcher" you smile at him.

Once you and the team had cleared up the scene it had become light outside, you were all clearly exhausted and ready for some much needed rest.

"You should come back with us, to the house" George says to you "to rest up and eat I mean. You know my cooking is better than what you get at Fittes"

Lucy nods to you, you and Carlyle were becoming quite good friends over time. Lockwood just smiles at the two of you "You're welcome at Portland Row anytime y/n"

You spent the night, well early hours of the morning, asleep on a small fold out bed that Lockwood kept in the Lucy's room. George had lent you one of his oversized shirts to sleep in and a blanket. "Just promise you'll give it back this time".

You woke up early and got changed into your dirty clothes from the night before. You found the rest of the team were already in the kitchen, have a discussion that abruptly ended when you entered the room.

George set out four plates of food on the table and you forgot about the unheard discussion when you realised how hungry you were. Once you'd finished, you stood up and grabbed your jacket from the back of your chair.

"I'd best be off, before Kipps realises I'm gone and tells Barnes." you chuckle lightly "God knows he'll fire me if he finds out I've been working with you lot again."

You head up into the hall and grab your kit bag and rapier when you hear Lockwood call for you to wait up.

"George he-, he told us about your situation at Fittes, how unhappy you are there." he paused "I've seen how you fight, your researching skills are on par with George's. You'd make a great member of the team. Permanently."

You look at Lockwood, slightly taken aback from the proposal. "Lockwood I-"

He cuts you off and places a hand on your arm. "Think about it, but the job is yours if you want it. We all know George would be happier for it." He smiles and lets you go.

You nod and head out the door. You smiled at the thought of seeing Kipps' face when you tell him you're leaving.

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So uh...that thing I said about my tma hyperfixation slipping recently? Well, I wasn't lying, but...holy shit, if it didn't come back quicker than I expected! As I'm sure many of you are aware, they recently announced a live performance happening in London surrounding Hill Top Road, and...I am so ridiculously excited for it. Now that I've booked my tickets, I am wholeheartedly back on the listening train and set on finishing it before October 30th next year.

As I have said in current my pinned post, I don't think I'll be continuing to write down all of my thoughts for every episode, both because I don't have the time or energy, and because I want to start using this blog for pleasure more and just post about whatever thing's on my mind. That being said, I finally got back into the podcast with MAG 87 (a bit of a weird new start, I know, but...whatever), and...I definitely have some things to say about it! So uh...yeah, read beneath the cut if you want to hear a bit of that! :)

But first, I'd just like to give some brief thoughts on MAG 85 and 86. Unfortunately it's been quite a while since I last listened to them, and I don't really have much motivation to go back and re-listen, since I'd like to keep things moving forward, so...a lot of my hyper-specific thoughts have evaded me. That being said...I thoroughly enjoyed both of them!

MAG 85...despite being extremely frustrating to form any coherent thoughts about, was an absolutely stellar episode! And I mean...being confusing is kind of the point so I can't complain that much. Like, it is entirely impossible for me to decipher this one, I can't tell if it means fuck all or is the most important thing ever, but...whatever, it was good! It's no secret at this point that I really like all of the stuff surrounding The Spiral (particularly a certain distorted door man...), so this was obviously a great time for me and was stellarly written. I did find quite a bit of intrigue in the post-statement though, namely Georgie....I mean, bless her heart, but holy shit she needs to re-think her dating life, and also what is seemingly the reveal of the name of one of Gertrude's late assistants. ...Eric Delano. At first I didn't think much of this name reveal, I mean, I assumed we'd learn more about him later, but the intial reveal doesn't tell us much. However...for reasons I'll explain later, I recently reffered back to the transcript for MAG 62, and...wouldn't you know it, Mary mentioned an Eric back there, one that both she and Gertrude are familiar with. I have no idea what his connection to the former could be if there really was one at all, but uh...based on the context he's brought up in, I'm guessing that his death had something to do with whichever one of ✨the horrors✨ he was devoted to (likely The Eye if he was indeed an archival assistant, but...then again Gertrude's alliegance to it as The Archivist can still be questioned so I'm not saying anything conclusive for the time being), and the "what's left of him" remark means his death was...probably a bit of a slow build. Anyways...all very interesting.

Now, as for MAG 86...holy fucking shit. As far as I can tell this one if quite infamous among the fandom, and...yeah, I can certainly sympathize! I really don't think I have much more to say about the statement that hasn't already been said, but just...wow. It's another example of a statement that doesn't really seem connected to the overarching plot, (I mean...there are some similarities between the monster in this episode and Maxwell Rayner, but I feel like I'm supposed to read into that more than the two almost certainly being extensions/servants of the same darkness power, plus if we assume that the Rayner body swapping theory is true, and that he only does so when the current one is starting to get really old, and specifically targets children for hosts, then like...why is he possessing an adult? Why was he outside of a body for so long? This is a really long section inside parentheses holy shit.) but it is just...so incredibly memorable and terrifying. The way that throughout the entire episode, it builds up its concept of a monster that is one with the darkness of night itself and only encroaches towards when you aren't conciously hiding from it underneath a blanket, but then at the very last minute completely subverts this idea by revealing that its patterns were just a farce meant to lure Benjamin into a false sense of security...it's genuinely haunting. And of course "The blanket never did anything" is a quote for the ages, like...just wow. (Also the way it left a noticeable stain on him reminded me of Void from Hollow Knight but that's off-topic).

Otherwise though, this episode had a lot of great non-statement content! While I am...still absolutely terrified by the prospect of Melanie working at the institute now, along with her blatant naivete and denial (although granted I'm thankful that she's much more open to investigating what the hell is happening than Season 1 Jon was), I really liked her reading the statement here. Lydia Nicholas does a great job making her read sound different from the statements Melanie gave herself, I mean...she genuinely sounds horrified by the end which like...same girl. I also love how she says "marker" at the beginning and end, it's such a small but charming detail that highlights how she's still used to her old way of looking into and documenting the paranormal really well. Also, somewhat off-topic but...WHY THE HELL DOES ROBIN PATTON SOUND SO MUCH LIKE GEORGIE'S SHITTY DATE?! Like...I was so prepared to learn that Georgie got mauled by a shadow monster upon listening to MAG 87 but...nope! Genuinely...what was up with that? Uh...regardless, we also have Tim who...I found to be VERY interesting in this episode. Firstly...the line "Who am I even sad for?" was just...an absolute gut punch. It's no secret that anything regarding the inherent tragedy of Sasha's character is enough to make me cry, but like...despite my occasional frustrations with him, it's stuff like this that makes me feel like...just, Tim Stoker, they could never make me hate you. But outside of that...something is absolutely up with him.

I just...find it so weird that he seems to almost instantly recognize what happened when Melanie starts talking about the two Sashas, like...how is it that HE seems so understanding of what's going on when she, the only person other than Elias who was able to see through the facade, really isn't? I mean, sure, there have been a few statements about The NotThem before, but only one of them actually had the archival assistants involved in any follow-up, and I mean...Tim is like the office diva who's just here for shits and giggles! ...That's an overexxageration, I'm sure he had his reasons for joining the institute that'll be revealed in the future, I'm just saying he's absolutely the most lax person here, albeit the way in which he's lax has changed over time. But like, why does he, of all people, remember this singular statement that he looked into over a year ago at this point in the timeline? I mean, I guess he did take a bit of an interest in the table when it was delivered to the institute, and was also the one to tell Jon about the delivery, but...Jon himself didn't even clock that the table and The NotThem were inherently connected to one another until after reading Lawrence Moore's statement and hearing about how Adelard Dekker bound the thing, so why should I expect Tim to be any better? Just...what is the deal here? On top of that, I found it really interesting how he just...stopped reading the statement and went on a rant at the beginning. As far as we can tell, statements seem to...draw people into them in a less than normal way, likely explaining why they portray the person who gave it while reading out loud, and why they seem so shocked and breathless when they stop (except for Jon but granted he's been doing this for a while whereas Martin and Melanie are new to this). The only other exceptions to this are Elias, who's method of reading "Alice Tonner's Statement" were...unique to say the least (and is also a practically confirmed to be claimed by The Eye like Jon while the archival assistants might just be touched so...there's also that), and Gertrude, who is...admittedly a bit of a mystery, but if we go with the assumption that as The Archivist she was also claimed by The Eye like Jon and probably all before her, and take some of her, um...fiery machinations into account, then...yeah, I feel confident in saying there was probably a bit of resistance to all of this spooky archive shit on her part.

So then, what's the deal with Tim? I mean, I once proposed the idea that "statement begins" is a sort of paranormal trigger phrase that draws people into the statements as an explanation for why Gertrude, a character who doesn't say that, seems so unfazed while and after reading a statement, but...this episode actually deconfirms that notion, because Melanie doesn't say it and still comes out uneasy. So...Tim not saying "statement begins" probably means very little. I mean...I guess it also felt like Melanie was getting drawn in over time so...maybe the fact that Tim didn't even start the actual story has something to do with it? Well like...my point is, this and the instant understanding of what happened to Sasha is enough to make me feel mighty suspicious of Tim. Like, I don't think he's some evil villain or anything but...I mean to say that he's shifted from "just some guy who got stuck in this whole mess" to "someone who might very well have a much bigger stake in the lore and narrative than I initially thought". And like...I know Season 2 Jon was an insane bastard who was not to be trusted but honestly...I also kind of think it's weird Tim came to the institute despite there being no history in paranormal studies on his record. So...what do I think's going on with him? Well...I think he very well might have some sort of connection to The Stranger. I don't get the sense that he's actually working for it or is in on The Unknowing or something, because even thought deceit and false appearances is kind of The Stranger's thing from what I can garner...Tim seems pretty genuine in his confusion. If not, then "Who am I even sad for?" would have significantly less weight to it. But...I just wonder if maybe he's been touched by it beyond just being decieved by The NotThem, and...maybe that has something to do with his past. It would explain why he recognized what was going on with Sasha after hearing Melanie's account (I am...very tempted to say that he lost someone to The NotThem before, but...I don't know how you'd expand on that given that the thing is currently rotting in an underground ditch. Sure, it's not actually dead and could theoretically bust out at any moment, but...eh...we'll see), and mabe also why he was able to seemingly tear himself away from the statement, since The Eye and The Stranger seem to be VERY naturally opposed, maybe more than they are to any other one of ✨the horrors✨, except for MAYBE the darkness because The Divine Host's insignia is literally a closed eye. Ultimately...these are just two relatively small details and I'm making a lot of assumptions based on them, but...I really feel like something interesting is about to happen with Tim. I mean, I really hope so, I've said before that I badly want to see more about his character get revealed so that I can form a more clear opinion on him, but...I'll just have to wait and see.

And then finally, something that really surprised me...Melanie and Jon meeting up! This was a delighful surprise, not only because I love their interactions with one another, but also because...it's really interesting plot-wise. Firstly, we got some more information on Melanie getting "sort of shot" (it's been months and I still have not stopped thinking about that). Apparently she was shot in the leg...by a ghost. Oh...homegirl is so haunted by one of ✨the horrors✨ and it is not even funny anymore. I don't really have much to say about this reveal, other than that...I'm very intrigued by it and hope she makes another statement of her own soon. Because uh...that sounds important. Anyways, I think the most interesting thing here is the deal made between the two of them. Melanie helping Jon out with gathering additional resources is very intriguing...kind of, I mean, I'm writing this post-MAG 87 so I already have a decent idea of what her doing this for him might do...and given the context I kind of hope she doesn't help him with what he's trying to do because I prefer my archivist raw and not cooked but...we'll get to that. But uh...otherwise, I am EXTREMELY interested by the fact that Jon has...supposedly told Melanie everything. Like...I desperately need to listen to MAG 88 right after I post this just so that I can hopefully see the fallout of that conversation at the institute. Like...will they learn about Sasha, Leitner, Elias, Gertrude, ✨THE FUCKING HORRORS✨?! Just...how do you reveal all of that to the new girl at the institue when meeting up at a café, and better yet, how do you expect her to share all of that information with her new coworkers she barely knows at a place where they are constantly being watched by a guy who probably doesn't want them knowing that?! And like...how the hell do you "start with Sasha?" Like, I have genuinely tried imagining that conversation between Jon and Melanie in my head multiple times (i swear I am a normal person), and...I just cannot make that work. Like Melanie, I'm sorry, but Magnus Institute Lore 101 requires that you start with the worm lady, okay? Just...wow...how is that going to go down? Anyways...those are my main thoughts on MAG 86! ....Yeah, the disparity in stuff to say between this and MAG 85 is kind of laughable. I swear I like it, I just...cannot write anything coherent about it. Regardless...onto the main event!

But before that....just one little thing I recently realized regarding the episode "Hide and Seek" namely its title. Not only does it refer to The NotThem chasing Jon, but...I just realized that The Stranger "hides" and The Eye "seeks", but in this episode, the seeker is a manifestation of The Stranger and the hider is a man claimed by The Eye. ...God damn that is really clever.

So...MAG 87. ...I would say I was surprised that definitely not Elias Bouchard managed to find out where Jon was hiding Gertrude's tapes but...I'm not. Because. Come on. Man...I just realized how unfortunate it is that right after Basira gave him that gold mine of information, he was forced to leave all of that knowledge behind. ...Yikes. Anyways, uh...I guess I should start with the statement here! Let's get the obvious out of the way. Sebastian Skinner you will always be famous. Put this man right next to Joshua Gillespie and Karolina Górka and let them form the most powerful polycule in human history because OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM. King and patron saint to all neurodivergents across the globe, he deserves all the riches he could ever desire. Yeah...despite all of the genuinely unnerving imagery and lore revelations in this episode, I have to say that Sebastian alone makes this one of the funniest episodes in the show by far. The man is LITERALLY asked to unclog human flesh from a sewage pipe in a creepy building in the woods by a very creepy woman who offers to FLENSE him...and he is just completely unfazed by and oblivious to the whole situation. I just...I can't get over that. In fact, he is so unbothered by it that Megan is GENUINELY APPALLED by it, but also so ammused that she calls over a servant of a completely different member of ✨the horrors✨ to LAUGH ABOUT IT, and then calls him back, not even to neccessarily kill him, but just to rub it in his face how actually scary things are. Just...absolute comedy gold, I love it. I will remember this man always, and it is actually kind of heartbreaking that he did not survive in the end if Gertrude's comments are anything to go off of (also yes hi Gertrude I missed you :D).

Outside of that though...yikes was this a freaky one. I mean, really only the second half if I'm being honest, the first part was still hilarious. Just like...so much disturbing imagery. The way he describes "Megan" burying her plastic hands into his skin, how Jude Perry just cruelly laughs as he cries out for help, and then a workshop filled with a bunch more of the sentient mannequins from MAG 83 skinning a bunch of severed heads, it's just...ugh! Same goes for Megan's face slipping away and Jude burning his shoulder right as it seemed like she was going to let him get away, just...yeah, very disturbing statement. Overall I really liked it, good mix of comedy and horror that builds the plot surrounding The Stranger, The Unknowing, and...surprisingly The Lightless Flame up really well. And speaking of which...

The best part of this episode for me is definitely all of the new information it gives us and the way it pushes the plot forward, both in the statement and the comments made by Gertrude and Jon. In general, I feel like Season 3 has done a great job at pushing the plot forward so far, even if it's felt a bit slow for me due to my hiatus. Firstly, I'd like to discuss what we learned about The Unknowing, because...wow. Now, Jon says that he believes The Unknowing is a "ritual" and...yeah, there probably is some truth to that. Now, I do still think that the destruction of The Magnus Institute probably plays into The Unknowing, both for reasons that I've discussed before, none of which have been debunked here as far as I'm concerned, but also because this episode confirms that while The Stranger is definitely the one leading the operation, other members of ✨the horrors✨ have the potential to get involved as well, namely what we now know is called "The Devastation". Amazing name by the way, I especially appreciate its existence because it was getting annoying having to differentiate between "Lightless Flame" as in the power and "Lightless Flame" as in the cult. Now, I know that Gertrude kind of suggests it is possible that Jude Perry (who uh...yeah! Really cool to get a new named freaky person here!) was just here for shits and giggles, and I mean...to an extent she probably was given Sebastian being a guy that exists, but let's assume that she actually is working with agents of The Stranger on The Unknowing. Now, as far as I can discern, there...really doesn't seem to be much that would make The Stranger and The Devastation natural allies when you look at things through a thematic lense. Like, compare this to The Vast, the isolation power and the darkness power, all of whom are allied via Daedalus, and you have clear thematic correlation. The Lukases, Fairchilds and Divine Host are working together because of the loneliness, size and darkness of space. Meanwhile, The Stranger and The Devastation don't have much in common...except for a common enemy. ...Or rather, seperate enemies that are allied with one another. Yeah so...The Stranger hates The Eye and The Devastation hates The Spider, and it does seem like The Eye and The Spider are allied in a number of places. Now, according to Gertrude, The Lightless Flame had...plans of their own that recently "went up in flames" (she actually said that by the way, I never thought I would hear her tell a joke), likely due to the loss of Agnes as we can tell she was definitely important to her given all of her "destiny" talk. Er, on that note, I guess I should mention that it's entirey possible that Jude Perry is the only member of The Lightless Flame allied with The Stranger, since all of the other named ones (Agnes, Diego and Arthur) are....very very dead, while she is implied to still be out there. Regardless, this makes me think that her and/or The Lightless Flame's involvement with The Unknowing could be a sort of...next best option. Like, maybe their plans involved getting rid of The Spider, but since Agnes' death has left them in disarray, their siding with the member of ✨the horrors✨ who seeks to take down The Spider's bestie. And...the best way to do that is probably through wrecking the institute. So uh...yeah, I definitely think that The Unknowing will involve destroying the institute, but...I have reason to suspect there's more too it than just that.

My reason is...well, Gertrude was actively trying to stop it. We know that she and Leitner tried to burn down the institute, or at least the archives, right before her death, so if The Unknowing only sought to do the same thing as her...why would she try to stop it? There has to be something else it seeks to achieve, and we have...at least an inkling of an idea of what that might be now. But um...on the note of Gertrude wanting to stop it, there's that! We now know for certain that Gertrude was not just fighting against The Eye from within the institute, but also The Stranger as well...which makes me think she was probably fighting against all of ✨the horrors✨, if the fact she was against two immortal enemies is anything to go off of. I also think this episode debunks the idea that she was secretly a servant of The Devastation due to her tendency to burn and explode, both because of what I just said but also because she talks about Jude Perry and The Lightless Flame in a way that makes her seem...on a different side from them. But like....that doesn't make her whole character any less bewildering to me! Hell, I think this makes her MORE bewildering! Not only do I not understand how she was able to even attempt doing so much damage to The Eye when she, as The Archivist, was presumably claimed by it, but like...how the hell was she going agaisnt EVEN MORE?! How is she just..able to fight against every side in this war between eldritch abominations, especially when her only known allies were three assistants who all died horribly, and an old librarian who while definitely powerful, is implied to have met her relatively late into her life? Even Michael, a character whose only discernable goals are to cause chaos, look hot while doing it and sit back and watch the world burn is at least aligned with The Spiral (albeit seemingly more by nature than by choice or experience). And like...better yet, WHY?! What motivated her to join The Magnus Institute and start fighting all of these things? My best guess is that she, like Jon, was motivated to join due to prior interest in the paranormal, and only learned that the institute was just as paranormal as everything it's been studying later on. The only discernable difference is that while Jon came in search of knowledge, I think she might have come in search of blood, but like...that's not a lot! Just...god. "Interesting" does not do this character justice. I love this arsonist grandma so dearly but like...I need her secrets now. And the funny thing is, I'm not even done talking about her yet! But...for now, back to The Unknowing.

So there's a few more details regarding it I want to point out. Firstly, it seems almost confirmed that while The Anglerfish and its minions, Breekon and Hope, Jude Perry and at least for a time, The NotThem, are all actively involved in The Unknowing, The Other Circus is the main organizer of the event, which makes sense as it does seem to be The Stranger's equivalent to the groups like The Lightless Flame and The Divine Host. (Mentioning that, I...kind of wonder if The Divine Host is involved here as well? I mean, not only are they seemingly aligned against The Eye, not only do they share some thematic similarities with agents of The Stranger, but...they've also been planning something for a while. There's Natalie Ennis' mention of a plan "three-hundred years in the making", which just so happened to have a part of it enacted...presumably not long before Gertrude's death. ...We'll get to the timeline shenanigans in a second. But uh...they also recently had their plans sold out to Section 31 by...who is most likely Elias, a guy who has expressed his desire to stop The Unkowing, albeit somewhat nonchalantly. Regardless, uh...we know that The Other Circus is in charge of this whole thing, but namely...somewhat by the name of "Orsinov". But...seemingly not Gregor Orsinov, the ringmaster from MAG 44, as Gertrude refers to this Orsinov with a "her" pronoun. Assuming that this is not a continuity error, then this likely means whoever is running The Other Circus is not the same person as Gregor, but rather a relative, spouse or even child. ...Preferabbly not that last one as I do not like the image of someone who is unlikely to be a normal earthling procreating. Alternatively, uh...congrats on the transition I guess? I know that sounds like a joke, but...it is worth noting that considering The Stranger is like...the shapeshifting one, a change in gender is not impossible here. Ultimately I'm fine if they go down that route, I just...don't hope they would frame that change in gender as an inherently scary thing? But...eh, I have faith in Jonny not to do that. Either way, there's some interesting directions they could take this in. Gertrude also mentions that Orsinov has...a world they wish to bring about. ...THAT doesn't sound good at all. I think this is pretty definitive proof that there's more to The Unknowing than I initially thought, and that it has much larger implications than just the destruction of the institute. I also assume this would be where the "ritual" aspect Jon alludes to would come into play, although I don't really know how to interpret that dialogue at the moment. Other than that...well, we know that all of that skin will somehow play into The Unknowing, and that there will also be "dancers" there who are wearing that skin. I assume these dancers are probably the various sentient(?) mannequins that agents of The Stranger have been producing, as "Megan" does seem to be wearing skin herself. This...also might explain what the deal with Sarah Baldwin and Daniel Rawlings is. I've thought since MAG 54 that the original humans who stumbled into Old Fishmarket Close were skinned by The Anglerfish, and that skin was given to monsters who serve it. Now it seems very likely that The Anglerfish's victims are actually "dancers" in their own right, so that's cool! I mean, it's terrifying, but it's cool! Uh...The Unknowing is seemingly fast approaching, which...yeah, definitely makes sense, I would be surprised if it didn't at least attempt to succeed this season honestly. And finally...this isn't from Gertrude's comments, but I didn't know where else to put it, but uh...we know that The Stranger also goes by the name "I Do Not Know You". ...I just thought that was neat.

Now, there's one last aspect of Gertrude's presence in this episode that I would like to discuss, that being...the timeline of her death. Unfortunately, my only real flaw with this episode is that it has quite a few, not plot-collapsing at all, but still pretty frustrating continuity errors that muddle the timeline a bit. ...Or does it? Because upon further thinking, I actually realized, what might seem like an impossible timeline...could actually be a clue. ...Yes, I am fully aware I probably sound a little crazy just by saying that. But first of all...well yeah I am crazy, we've established this before. But secondly, if it does turn out that these are just continuity errors...honestly like...whatever. I would prefer it if they weren't but I won't be super upset if Jonny made some minor mistakes, especially since he otherwise does a remarkably good job at keeping track of a timeline that is often not delivered to us in a chronological order. Now, there is one detail that I really can't rationalize being anything other than a mistake, and that is Jon saying that this tape was recorded a year or so before Gertrude's death. That is just...blatantly not true, as this statement was recorded in April of 2015, and Jon had been The Archivist for a quite a while by that point. Ultimately though, this doesn't really matter, especially since MAG 33 kind of established than any continuity error said by Jon regarding a statement can be explained by him being a little bit dumb on occasion. And by a little bit dumb I mean he smashed the table I'M STILL NOT OVER IT I KNOW YOU HAVE CHILDHOOD TRAUMA ABOUT SPIDERS BUT SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK?! But otherwise...well, it's a bit complicated. This isn't the first time that we've gotten conflicting statements regarding Gertrude's death. In MAG 25, we're told that she died in May 2015 on the same day screams were heard from Hither Green Chapel, but in MAG 40, Elias tells her she died, or...at least went missing, in March. This means that this statement could either take place a month before...or a month after she died, and...I actually think either one could work. Stay with me. Let's start with the easiest assumption, that being that she died in May.

If this is the case...well, there's really not much to say. This statement was recorded a month before she died, end of story. As for Elias, well...he was the man who killed her, and we can say without a shadow of a doubt that he lied in the statement he gave after the Prentiss incident. The only problem is...I don't know why he would lie about the date of her death specifically as that seems kind of disadvantageous, but...I can just chock that up to him being a silly guy who does what he wants. Alternatively, you could assume that Gertrude went MISSING in March, but actually died in May, but...that wouldn't really explain the blood in the archives (although it's entirely possible that detail was another lie), and on top of that, wouldn't explain why Jon had her date of death recorded as being in May when she was only confirmed dead when Martin found her body in the tunnels in July of 2016. So...yeah, it's not perfect, but there are workarounds to this line of thinking. But...what if we take an alternative line of thinking, one that is less likely but a bit more fun? What if we assume that this statement was recorded a month...BEFORE she died?

You see, I've just been thinking...there has to be...SOMETHING more to Gertrude's death, right? Like, sure, it made sense for the whodunnit mystery to be concluded in Season 2, but like...her death is such an important catalyst in the story, and I find it way too hard to believe that it's as simple as "Elias shot her because she was trying to burn down the archives". (Oh uh...and this doesn't really connect to what I about to put forward, but I have to wonder...why did it take Elias so long to kill her? Like, she was working against The Eye at least since the late nineties, and he should've known about this because...well, you know. Unless gaining all-knowing powers from his patron took over 20 years, but like...I find that unlikely. ...Why did he wait?) I just...feel like there's more too it. And uh...you know how I mentioned I went back to the transcript for MAG 62? Yeah...you might see where I'm going with this. I went back there because in this episode, Jon mentions the page of the skin book that Gertrude got from Mary. Now, he very quickly disregards this as being at all connected to The Stranger (while also commenting on how confusing this all is, which....you and me both buddy), and I have to agree with this. While I am implored to raise an eyebrow at how all of the human heads that were being harvested for skin in the workshop here were hung on the same stuff used for Mary's book, we know that the book connects to a seperate member of ✨the horrors✨ called "The End", and while ✨the horrors✨ do collaborate with one another, we've never seen a Leitner that's connected to more than one of them, the same principle applying to artifacts and claimed people. But...I don't think the book being mentioned here has to be a throwaway line. If you recall MAG 62, Mary gave Gertrude a page of her book. Now, the page already had writing on it, seemingly implying that someone's spirit had already been bound to it. But...then I remembered that Mary seemingly bound herself to the book...and that's when I had an idea. For a long time, I've wondered how Mary could've possibly done what she did, but then I realized...is it possible that she removed chunks of her skin before dying, did all the spooky writing and incantations, and THEN overdosed on painkillers, which ultimately resulted in her being bound to the book? Because if that's the case...what if the same happened with Gertrude? Because like...Gertrude is shown to be familiar with the smell of burning skin in MAG 62, so like...what if she had pieces of her skin removed at some point, and then Mary used those pieces to create the page that she would then give her later on? Then, if we assume Elias killed her in March, this resulted in Gertrude being bound to the page as a ghost, therefore explaining how this statement was recorded after her death? This would also explain her mysterious remarks about needing to recover and being unable to stand, because she would be adjusting to a new state of being! (Side note, can I just say that I thought Gertrude sounded like...noticeably more aged here? I don't know if that's just a result of me not having tuned in for a while but if it isn't...great job Sue Sims, you really sold it well :). ) Now...all of that said, how likely is this?

Honestly not very, this is kind of crack. Plus, there are a number of very easy alternate explanations to these mysteries. The remark about burning skin could come from an earlier encounter with The Stranger or The Devestation, and honestly...it is entirely possible that Mary got help from Gerard when being bound to the book, because not only was he suspected of killing her, indicating he might have been at the scene, but all of the statements where he seems to be on bad terms with her take place after her death in 2008, so...yeah. It's very likely that the death in May thing is the case, or that...all of this is just one big jumble of continuity errors, which is honestly fine! But...eh, I like this idea quite a lot. Alternatively, I could argue that she's a ghost similar to the Archivist seen in MAG 53 but...that's pure speculation. Well, whatever the case, I just hope that there's a bit more to Gertrude's death and the circumstances surrounding it then what we've been given so far, because...I think there's a lot of untapped potential there.

Well...to wrap all of this up, I'd like to discuss some of the stuff Jon said. Firstly, he mentioned how weird it is that Gertrude was recording tapes all the way up until she died, along with how strange it is that only a small handful of statements were actually transferred, at least...as far as we're aware. I...honestly have to agree with this, but I think I have a decent enough idea as to what the deal is here, but it's not perfect. For a good while now, I've assumed that Gertrude intentionally kept the statements "disorganized", so that her successor would get all of the information they need as quickly as possible, and I think a similar thing might be going on with the tapes. All of them cover pretty important stuff, MAG 53 giving insight into The Eye and the institute, MAG 62 showing us some pretty important events, MAG 44 and 87 both tie back to The Stranger and The Unknowing, and MAG 77...uh...well look, there's probably no way she could've known that The NotThem would infiltrate the institute, especially all those years ago, but the tape does give us a clue to the existence of a statement from the ever-mysterious Adelard Dekker, and given how that statement has gone missing for unknown reasons...I think it's probably pretty important? Granted this theory isn't perfect, I mean, why would she be recording a statement that gives information regarding The Other Circus when she says in this very episode that she's surprised The Unknowing is something...like...actually worth worrying about in the present? And why would all of these tapes be buried alongside her in the tunnels...unless Elias put them there...which...ok that actually checks out. Anyways, this line of thinking isn't perfect but...I think something along these lines makes sense. The second point of intrigue to me is uh...Jon's plans. Which...oh boy.

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*....

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, HORRORS AND MICHAELS, GIVE IT UP FOR ANOTHER ROUND OF "NEW PLOT POINTS IN THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES THAT ARE REALLY EXCITING FROM A STORY PERSEPCTIVE BUT TERRIFYING WHEN YOU CONSIDER HOW MUCH IT'S GOING TO SUCK FOR ONE OR MORE OF THE CHARACTERS!!!" 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉

So...Jon...ever-knowledgable and sane...has decided that it's a great idea to try and track down Jude Perry. You know, that lady who sets people on fire? I just...look, Melanie, if you know what's good for you, which I know yo-...actually nevermind you went to India fully aware that you might get murdered by ghosts, which you almost did, so...no. But if you have gained the ability to know what's good for you, which I hope you do, then you will NOT help the smelly man track down the professional arsonist. Like...dude?! Hello?! Like, I know the situation is dire, I know The Unknowing is a rapidly approaching threat, and I know that after BPM and the flashbacks to your childhood trauma you've accepted that there's really no way out of this mess, but like...damn, this is not a good idea! Not even Season 2 Jon would do this! Don't get me wrong...I think this is super exciting, not only because I have a particular bias towards the stuff involving The Lightless Flame (...mostly Agnes but shhhhhh), but because...this is EXACTLY what I wanted Season 3 to do. Finally getting out there in the world and actively trying to find all of the shit from the statements. It is...extremely dangerous and terrifying, but...also very exciting. I don't want to get my hopes up too high, after all it is entirely possible that Jude Perry has moved far out of Havering, or has even died at this point, but...man, if we could actually HEAR a member of The Lightless Flame speak...I might actually lose my god damn mind. Well...I'll just have to wait and see.

And finally, the ending of this episode. ...Yeah, that's genuinely terrifying! Hearing the calliope music slowly creep in, and then getting Jon's genuinely horrified reaction...it's so unlike what I'm used to so far, it comes at such an unexpected moment...and my jaw was genuinely left wide-open at it. That's uh...that's not good. Jon...I think you have a bit more to worry about than just police now. Oh, and just because I haven't really mentioned it, um...yeah I absolutely adore Georgie! She kind of has a very similar appeal to that of Basira for me, being a really down to earth and real-feeling character in a world filled with people who, while I absolutely adore them, are objectively freaks of nature. And while I do still think I like Basira a tad bit more, if only because I just feel like I know her better, I actually think Georgie is a better example of this trait! She's just a really friendly and supportive friend to Jon who has...unfortunately gotten a bit wrapped up in this mess, and...yeah, what can I say, I find her very endearing and hope to learn more about her and her past with Jon. I will say, I do find it a tad bit frustrating that Jon is pushing her away and refusing to get help from her, especially when he kind of resolved to stop doing that at the beginning of the season, and ESPECIALLY because she is the exact kind of person he needs at the moment, but granted, I get the sense he's doing this more out of care for her than suspiscion or malice, and I mean...yeah, I'd also be hesitant to tell her...all of that. And also...holy shit the statements really ARE an addiction allegory! Jesus Christ...Jon, what the hell is going on with you right now?

Well uh...yeah, that's all I really have to say! I was definitely surprised by how much I managed to write here, and I'm very happy that my tma fixation has seemingly circled back around earlier than I expected! I hope you enjoyed reading this and that this new kind of format worked well, this was certainly much less of an investment of time and energy for me at least, and I had a good time with it! Like I said, I'm not going to be dead set on writing about every detail of every statement anymore, and lengths of posts I do write will probably vary either do to time or how much I even have to say, but...this should be a decent example of the kind of format I'm going for! Anyways, I'm...probably not going to listen to MAG 88 just yet because it's late, so I'll save that for tomorrow morning! Anyways, it's nice to be back on tma, and thank you very much for reading all this! :)

[countrymusiclover]

22 - Blast from my Past

Part 23

It’s About Time

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Author note - Do you all want more moments from the pregnancy or more moments with the Big Bang theory timeline???

Holding my daughter's hand in mine we entered the restaurant with Penny. We decided to go to the Cheesecake Factory on her day off since she was working there to make money and trying to still be an actress like told our parents she wanted to be. "Okay sweetie, you sit here and we'll get some food in a second."

"Do your mom and dad know you're still doing the whole blog thing?" Penny asked, sitting across from me on the other side of the table.

Taking out a small camera I sat it down on the table looking over the menu with the waitress coming over to our table. The girl had curly blonde hair and was rather short, she also knew her by showing excitement. "Hey Penny, who are your friends? I didn't think you were coming in today."

"Hey Bernadette, I wasn't going to until my friend and her kiddos  said they were hungry.  So I picked here." She grinned at her.

The other blonde saw my daughter looking at a pancake picture. "What can I get you guys to eat?"

"I'll take a coke and a barbecue cheeseburger and little Maya and Grady here will have orange juice and a chocolate pancake to share." I handed her the menu.

She nodded, walking away. "Thanks."

"Okay, I'm gonna start my video if you want to be in it with us." I hit the record button and turned the camera around in my hand, focusing it on me and my little girl. "Hey MG Loves, so I thought I'd blog today and show you who we are hanging out with today. I think you'll like her, my friend Penny."

Spinning the camera around Penny throws her hands up introducing herself but her face changes to a confused one pointing to something over my shoulder. "Hey y'all, I always love being in the videos. Since they were in town I thought I'd show them around the city. Uh Y/n, don't freak out but look.."

"What are you talking about - son of a bi - gun" I quickly changed what I was going to say since I was with my daughter and son plus on camera.

Bernadette came over carrying our plates and sitting them down in front of us. I handed the camera to Penny so she could record for a minute. "Pancake, mommy." Grady started tearing it with his hands until I grabbed a fork and knife cutting it up for him.

"Y/m!" I scrunch my nose and shut my eyes briefly in annoyance.  I ignored him just eating my cheeseburger, not looking over my shoulder until I heard his footsteps stop behind my chair. "Y/n."

"Y/n, do you want to tell the followers who this stranger is." Penny asked, trying to lighten the tension that had been started.

I sat my burger down, taking the camera in both my hands and turning it around to show my ex boyfriend. Georgie still had the same curly hair just longer and he was in his Dr, Tire work uniform for his own store. "I'm back MG Loves and I forgot to mention we had another special guest for this video. This guy behind me is actually my children's father Georgie. Hopefully he can be in the next video by guys." Pressing the stop record button I put the camera back in my bag.

Maya spun in her chair and jumped straight out rushing over to him so excited. "Daddy!"

"Hey baby girl." He opened his arms, getting down on his knees and hugging her tightly with a laugh. He ran one hand through her hair lifting his gaze up to mine.

I crossed my arms over my chest glaring at him once he had gotten up to his feet standing in front of me. "What are you doing here, Georgie? I thought I made my feelings for you perfectly clear."

"I tried to call you last night but you didn't answer.  I came to fix what we had. I want us to be together again like how we used to be." He shrugged his shoulders with a half smile watching our daughter sit back down with her aunt Penny and her brother.

I shake my head just staring at him for a few seconds. "I doubt we can ever be what we were, Georgie." He focused his gaze on mine and we just stayed there looking at one another, not having seen each other for eight years.

I wasn't sure how long I had been staring at the science homework that was due the next morning.  We had an exam coming up at the end of the week....and I felt so unprepared which was not a normal thing for me.

One concern that I was fearing had happened.  I had missed some of our lessons in class because of my morning sickness.  

Dropping my face in my hands I screamed sitting on the bed in the garage before the door creaked opened.  Slowly lifting my face upward I sniffed through tears seeing Georgie come inside.  "Hey darlin' have you seen an old hair dryer in here.  The one in the house just broke on me."

"No.  I - uh haven't." I wiped my hand underneath my nose.

Georgie started looking through boxes until he noticed that I was sniffing for some reason so he turned slightly to the side.  "Why are you crying?"

"Because I can't finish this homework and I'm totally going to fail our science exam on Friday." I screamed up into the ceiling throwing my face in my hands starting to cry once more.

Georgie crossed the room sitting down on the edge of the bed mattress, wrapping his arms around my body and bringing me against his chest.  "We're gonna get through this."

"How?" I mumbled into his black guns and roses tea shirt.

He moved one hand through my hair,  seeing me lift my head up from his chest while I let some tears fall.  "I don't know.  But I'm gonna fix this.  I hate seeing you upset."

"Well we're gonna need a miracle for me to pass this exam." I nervously responded.  My boyfriend got up from his spot on the bed rummaging around in the boxes like he was when he was looking for the hair dryer.   Hugging my knees up to my chin I closely watched him till he paused coming upon a white box.  "What did you find?"

He removed the lid smirking lightly, holding it up in front of his chest showing it off.  "Sheldon's tests."

"Miracles really can happen." I slumped my shoulders in relief when he came back over jumping up behind me on the bed with the box.  He shuffled around the papers finding the one that I needed to hand it to me until I grabbed his wrist stopping him.  "Wait a second.  I've never cheated before.  What if I get caught?"

"Then it's your lucky day you're dating the master." Georgie grins and I slightly wished he wasn't that proud of it.

Laying my head on his shoulder I smiled.  "So what do I do exactly?"

"The smart cheater gets some answers wrong." Georgie chuckled into my hair.

Turning his chin towards me I connected our lips in a simple kiss.  "Thank you."

"I just got a great idea.  We could secretly sell my brother's tests for five bucks and become quick rich."

I scolded him.  "Georgie."

"We're going to need the extra money when you can't work at the sporting store when the baby gets closer to being born.  Plus I know half of the people in our school don't bother studying. And Sheldon just left them to get dusty in a box."

I corrected his last statement.  "He started college.  He didn't run away."

"So is that a no?" Georgie asked with a weak smile.

Taking the paper test from his hands I wrapped my arms around his neck and he snacked his own.  We just remained that way for a few minutes till I answered his question.  "I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life."

"You'll never know what it feels like cause once I see something I want I don't stop till I get it." He drew his head back showing me his scared right wrist where I held mine right next to his smiling fondly.  "And we're always gonna be best friends no matter what comes our way."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[worldsbiggestnerd101]

ok so i yapped a bunch in my server today so i present to thee

extremely self-indulgent headcanons: roblox piggy edition

these are 1. set in an au that exists only in my head (and adam's head) where bunny and doggy both live/don't get infected + willow joins the safe place crew and 2. all hcs about how the safe place crew (plus bunny, doggy, willow ofc) would be if put on babysitting duty for the kids aka georgie and the twins. so uh. enjoy :3

babysitting hcs: pony

he would be Very Anxious all the time. scared of one of them getting hurt and getting blamed for it (esp with the twins. he doesn’t want zizzy to hate him)

zuzy would constantly yap about whatever to him. she’d also relentlessly bully him and call him a loser (esp in the doggy/bunny lives au. she would compare him to doggy all the time bc she thinks doggy’s way more badass than him)

he would try his goddamn hardest to understand zee but his grasp of sign is limited so he only understands like. 60% of what she says and zuzy has to translate most of the time

speaking of, zee would talk a lot too, constantly signing, and her + zuzy combined would be a Lot for pony

georgie, partly bc he’s older and partly bc he has anxiety, would be quieter, knowing that pony is overwhelmed already, though he defo wishes he and pony were by themselves cause they talk a lot on their own (pony sees a lot of himself in georgie hence their friendship)

after a while, pony would just fucking snap at the kids bc Overwhelmed, at which point they’d be like “oh we fucked up” and try n be nicer to him

by the time the others (zizzy) get back, pony’s like “oh no yeah they were great!” but he later tells her to never leave him alone with them again

he is left alone with the kids Often after that first time though not that much

babysitting hcs: doggy

doesn’t get put on babysitting duty much

spends most of his time with the kids training them to fight. this is why zuzy thinks he’s so cool, he can fight and he has an axe and is super badass. (pony has a wooden sword. she calls pony a loser and mentions this all the time)

gives zuzy snacks and/or money (a dollar or so) every time he hears her bully pony (they have a frenemies type thing going on cause yk pony tried to infect doggy)

is pretty good with the kids in general, laid back enough but always watching (the kids sometimes try and sneak off somewhere since the safe place is Huge. he catches them every time)

knows some sign outside of his time at the safe place, learns more via zee (he’s a much quicker learner than pony in this regard)

surprisingly good with any weapon, hence why he’s training the kids to fight better

georgie follows him around a lot, thinks he’s just as cool as pony (compliment to pony, not an insult to doggy lmao)

likes hanging out with the kids but gets agitated easily if they’re being little gremlins

plays a lot of games with them (hide n seek, tag, etc) they love it

babysitting hcs: giraffy

really good with kids

gets put on babysitting duty the most

the Calmest around the kids, never snaps at them even when they’re being gremlins

he spends most of his time outside gardening, so the kids get to play outside whenever he watches them (often)

knows about the same amount of sign as doggy (not fluent but goddamn close)

listens to all the kids yapping, they talk while he gardens

the twins think he’s a bit boring but they like him anyway

decently good with emotions, handles their respective meltdowns and breakdowns pretty well

actually offers to watch the kids which none of the others do (cept maybe mimi with zee or pony with georgie)

overall the best babysitter like objectively

babysitting hcs: zizzy

objectively good at babysitting

that being said, she doesn’t babysit often. she was forced into a parental role for the twins so while she loves them, usually she takes a step back from the childcare aspect and acts more like you’d expect a sister to instead of like a mother as she’d previously been

has a super super short temper so she snaps at the kids a lot —often questions if she’s fucking up her sisters’ mental states cause of how easily she gets upset with them (she doesn’t want to be a bad sister/parental figure)

thinks georgie’s a good kid, though doesn’t watch him much

usually just babysits the twins because duh

the best at dealing with the twins and their bullshit /aff

completely fluent in sign (obvs)

helps doggy in training the kids, continuing the fencing lessons she’d been giving the twins before the infection

usually the one in charge of the kids and the one distributing babysitting duty, hence why she almost never babysits

bakes with the twins a lot, teaches all three of the kids to bake/cook basic things

just wants to be a good influence on them

the most overprotective person ever over all three kids

babysitting hcs: mimi

not on babysitting duty much, usually focused on her science/work

teaches the kids to give them some sort of school

fluent in sign (knew before joining the safe place, zee was so happy)

zee follows her around almost like a shadow

she and zee talk a lot, zee asks about science and everything (autism to autism communication)

when she’s stuck with the kids, she mostly lets them do whatever/has them sit with her while she does her work

not that good at babysitting, the kids (zuzy and georgie) think she’s boring

zee is the only one who really likes hanging with her

when she’s not working, she takes the kids outside and has them ask her any questions about anything, whether it’s something in nature or sciencey in genreral (they’re surprisingly interested when it’s formatted this way)

georgie warms up to her after a bit, zuzy takes a lot longer

if she’s given the option, she only watches zee

the three of the kids together can overwhelm her (especially zuzy) but she tries to stay calm, never snaps at them unless it’s REALLY necessary

zuzy and georgie kinda hate the classes she sets up for them while zee likes them

just happy to be helping the kids learn and to be spending time with them

babysitting hcs: bunny

the oldest of the safe place crew by a good bit

pretty calm but easily startled/usually has her guard up

the kids like her, they think she’s cool (though the twins say zizzy’s cooler)

knew some sign before meeting zee

likes babysitting, gets stuck watching the kids a lot

has (had? idk) siblings so she has experience with kids and knows how to deal with them

likes how ready to fight the twins and georgie are, gets along well with them

cannot stand it when the kids argue, always breaking up fights even when she’s not babysitting

would be “the cool aunt” (though after they meet willow she gets the title of “other cool aunt”)

is a bit strict with her rules, doesn’t want anyone to get hurt and is always on high alert for infected to make sure they stay safe

a really good influence on the kids, they love her

babysitting hcs: willow

this one's in the form of screenshots cause this was more general yapping about what i think would happen if willow ever babysat the kids

so uh yeah here ya go chat have these, hope y'all enjoy 🤫🧏‍♀️🔥

[scrapcheese]

ALSO I THINK WHITE FROM THE NEW CH IS ALSO TAKIYA

TWO DRAGONPOSTING IN A DAY????? ANYWAYS... Chapters 142, 143 and 144 dropped, and with it we have a new charcter named White. But is it really a new character? Here are the reasons I think the new character is Takiya :3

1. Takiya is not among the people who were kidnapped, but he's also not in the human world

^^ Those who were kidnapped are Saikawa, Georgie and Take

^^ Yet Takiya is also gone with Fafnir

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2. We see Fafnir talking to this character in the chapter even though we know he's very much a shut in recluse

This implies that they have some sort of connection, at least enough for him to willingly be interacting with them in a fairly civil manner.

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3. The character's name is White, thematically the opposite of Fafnir

Like Fafnir's color scheme is mostly black, it would only be thematically appropriate to have his buddy be a character that has an almost entire white color scheme. Yin yang energy, you know?

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4. We are going to have a Tohru vs Fafnir battle in the upcoming chapters.

Surely it would only be right to have some sort of confrontation between their human partners, Kobayashi and Takiya? Like come on parallels and stuff are cool and basically what was kind of happening in chapter 141 between the two pairs.

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5. Following my "Kiyama is Takiya" theory that I'm pretty certain is true because of THESE REASONS, I think it would make sense for Takiya to have some sort of defender/hero alter ego.

We are shown that he has travelled to another world, plus its mentioned that he has been to this specific one multiple times already.

ALSO he has a sword on him, and it might be the holy sword that he had in the bonus chapters? Maybe it's a different sword and the holy sword is with Kobayashi now but you get the idea

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6. HE SAID THE KING THING. READ MY KIYAMA IS TAKIYA THEORY. IT MAKES SENSE I SWEAR JUST READ IT

White is Takiya who is also Kiyama. Kiyama wants to look for a king like Obayashi, and found him in kobayashi (who I believe is related to Obayashi in somewhere, like the name Kobayashi could come from "Ko Obayashi" which means "Child of Obayashi, which would explain why she doesn't really have a first name in the series)

I know I'm kind of grasping at this point but I SWEAR I MAKE SENSE. I PROMISE.

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I mean, there could also be the possibility that this is another character that came from the oneshot, like King Obayashi or his kid or something along those lines. BUT I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT THIS IS TAKIYA BECAUSE I NEED HIM AND FAFNIR TO HAVE MORE SCREEN TIME PLEASE

Andddddd THATS THE END OF DRAGONPOSTING FOR TODAY YIPPEEEE!!!

[charmingsoa]

■ Gunslinger ■                    Ch. 5

✶ Jax Teller/OC multi-chapter story ✶

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(TW: Mentions of rape, physical abuse) 

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My eyes shot up once I felt the weight fall onto my body – his gloved hand slapping onto my mouth in order to keep me silent. The shadow from the streetlight giving the room enough glow to see the man’s features. I tried to scream, hit, and kick – only making the man more furious. With each blow that came from his fist, my willpower shrank more and more. I could feel his hand run down my body, pulling at my flannel shorts and underwear. His voice was that of a young man – somewhere in his early 20s – sending shivers down my spine as he spoke. His lips forcing themselves onto my body as I laid there, tears pouring from my eyes. The last time this happened was the night I left Alabama. I told myself that I would never let someone put me through a situation like this. Yet, I was powerless. His assailant stood off to the side, a gun pointed to my head as his partner raped me. I recognized the gun toting man right away – he was there the night Georgie stopped me in the parking lot.

“Carter – sweetheart – you need to tell us who did this to you.”

I watched as Jax paced the wooden floor behind Wayne – his ringed fingers threading through his hair. Unser arrived about 30 minutes before Jax – his eyes widening once he saw me on Tig’s couch. “I don’t know.” I muttered.

Unser let out a sigh, “Anything, darling. Can you tell me anything – maybe what they were wearing, if they had any ink that you could recognize, anything at all?” Tears fell as I shook my head.

What was the use of saying anything. The worst thing that could happen is that they would be arrested and then bailed out within hours due to lack of evidence. I already refused to go to the hospital. I wasn’t going to have the staff at St. Thomas look at me with pity and then even question if I’m telling the truth. I fucked people on film for a living – the damage inside of me had been done a long time of ago. Plus, I sat in the shower for over an hour before attempting to drive to Tig’s. As soon as I knew they were gone – I locked myself in the bathroom – tearing my clothes off and stepping under the scalding water. I’d already been through the whole rape kit exam – I didn’t want to go through the process again. I was supposed to be strong – I made myself out to be this strong woman, a bitch at times. I did this so people wouldn’t mess with me or my child.

I watched as Unser spoke with Jax, their eyes glancing towards me at times. I felt like a lion in a cage. Everyone kept looking at me, asking if I was okay. I would say that I was fine – breaking down seconds later. I knew they all meant well but I wasn’t fine. I was putting on a front that kept falling after every response. Georgie Caruso had broken me…

I spent the night and the next couple days at Tig’s house – too afraid to go back to my own. Jax kept asking me, almost forcing me at one point to stay with him but everyone knew where Jax lived. Georgie could have his men posted outside of Jax’s house, thinking that would be the place I felt most safe. I hadn’t seen Madison since earlier that day – my heart breaking each time she asked when I was picking her up. I couldn’t have her see me looking the way I did. No kid deserves to see their mom with their face busted and bruised. Jax had filled Gemma and Clay in on what happened – Gemma stopping by each day after dropping Maddie off at pre-school. I had become a hermit at this point – I showered 3-4 times a day, scrubbing my skin until it was raw. I could still feel his hands and lips on my skin – the contents of my stomach coming up each time I thought about it. I wasn’t eating. Each noise scared me. Luann was blowing up my phone but I couldn’t have her seeing me this way either. Georgie not only broke my soul but he took away my livelihood. Sure, I had sex with people on screen for a living, but I couldn’t stand someone touching me now.

“Baby, you have to eat.” Gemma pushed the bowel closer to the edge of the table.

I sat curled into Tig’s couch, only moving when I needed to use the bathroom. Gemma had shown up, receiving a call from Tig asking her to make sure I was okay so he could help Jax with some things. Jax had remained distant. My built-up anger going head-to-head with his rage a couple nights ago. He had shown up before Tig was back, trying to get me to tell him anything. I shied away at first but I became angrier the more he pressed. Minutes later we were at each other’s throats, words that we surely didn’t mean being thrown at one another. Even though he was the club’s VP, Tig basically threw him out of the house. I could hear Jax’s anger through the windows as he vented.

“I’m not hungry, Gemma.”

She sat there for a moment before hastily taking the bowel away, her heels clicking against the wood. I flinched at the sound of the ceramic cracking in the sink – Gemma letting out an exhausted sigh. She took a moment to collect herself before walking back towards the couch, sitting on the edge of the cushion. “Carter-“Her voice calm. “Darlin, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” I glanced at her. “You went through something that a woman should never have to go through. You have every right to be frustrated, angry, and sad. I know you and I don’t see eye-to-eye on most things, but I love and care about you, sweetheart. You remind me so much of myself but you have something that I could never have.” She slowly grabbed my head, her thumb streaking the dry skin. “You have the courage and strength to get through this. You have a gift from God – that little girl is gonna give you the strength you need. She needs her mother and we both know you need her.” I wiped away the tears that fell. “You can bounce back from this – you can show those fucking bastards that you aren’t afraid. I know it’ll be hard but you have me. You have the club and Luann. Carter, you have Jackson. Let him help you too…”

I found the courage to leave Tig’s house a few days later. My heart pounded as I got closer to my house – flashbacks of the awful night searing through my brain. I needed this though. I needed to get back to who I was before. My daughter deserved to finally be home. Gemma and Tig helped me with my bags, Tig making sure to go through the house before I entered. The house was still intact – myself being the only thing damaged. I slowly made my way into my bedroom, the clothing from that night thrown on the bedroom floor. Spots of blood shown on the carpet – left over as I hurried to the bathroom.

“You okay, darlin?” I jumped at the sound of Gemma’s voice. “Shit, I’m sorry.” I brushed it off as I stepped further into the room. The pictures of Maddie that I had sitting on the night stand were thrown on the floor – the glass busted from the beautiful frames. The bedspread and sheets were hanging off the bed, blood stained and ruined. My breathing sped up as the thoughts returned. The flashbacks telling my brain a story – the sounds of their grunts as they forced their bodies onto mine. The way they tried to sweet talk me only to turn around and say things that no woman should be told. The way they laughed as I laid there – helpless and destroyed.

“Mother fucker!” I pulled at the sheets, yanking them off the bed in a fit of rage. The lamp that sat on the nightstand was the next victim – the tiffany glass shattering as it collided with the wall. Tig’s boots stomped up the stairs as he looked on with Gemma. I took a seat on the bed, my head pooling into my hands as I cried. Maybe it was too early to be back. Maybe I needed an extra day or week before coming back here. I wouldn’t be able to look at this room – this house – the same way again. “Maybe you guys should leave.” I looked at the two. “It’s about time to pick up Maddie anyway.”

“I’m not leaving you hear alone, Carter.” Tig’s voice holding strong.

“Anita can pick her up.” Gemma spoke next. “We can’t leave you like this Carter.”

I wiped my face, a chuckle slipping past my lips. “I’ll be fine.” My eyes locking with theirs. “I’m just gonna clean up a little and make sure everything is set for when Maddie comes home.” They looked at me confused. “I’ll be okay – you guys have babysat me enough and you need to get on with your lives.”

It took them 20 minutes to finally leave – both having me assure them that I was okay before they left. I waved them goodbye before the smile I held dropped, closing the door behind me. I walked back to my room, pulling the suitcase from the closet. I took my time pulling the clothes off the hangers, emptying the drawers, folding everything as neat as possible. I made sure to grab all the important documents from the top dresser drawer before moving into Madison’s room. Her clothes joined mine, grabbing the toys she loved the most before I started loading everything into my car. I bought the house when Jax and I separated – a house for just Madison and myself. It was the cutest little house – right out of a magazine. I didn’t have to worry about neighbors or the traffic from the main road. My daughter was able to safety play in the front yard – even spending the night under the stars during the summer if the weather allowed. This home was to keep her safe but it no longer felt that way.

I gave the house a once over before reaching into my pocket – feeling the small matchstick between my fingers. I walked over to the sink, the crumpled papers staring back at me. Taking a deep breath - the stick was lit – the orange flames slowly rising.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Entrapment

Chapter Eighteen: Keeper

Mentions of: Slight NSFW, Masturbation, Homicidal tendencies, Dark thoughts, Manipulation, Anxiety, and Danny plotting and being the sick bastard he is

A/N: Danny’s so evil…but I love him..sigh

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Danny stayed late that night, replaying your recordings over and over again. The fear in your voice was something he lived for, but he also enjoyed your rage a lot more.

A smart person would’ve been scared and moved far away, before Danny would track them down and kill them, of course. But a survivor stands their ground. Not only were you determined to survive, you wanted to catch him too. You wanted him dead. He’s never met anyone like you.

Fuck. He’s starting to like you too much. It took everything in him not to fuck you today, not to go grab his robe and mask and climb into your bedroom, and just when you get out of your shower he would grab you by your throat, pin you against the bed and just….let loose after how riled up you got him with that little interview.

But he knows he can’t. He needs to control himself. It was just hard, especially since he had the way you looked at him, the fear, anger and hatred in your eyes, committed to memory. And God, your shaky breaths, the way your chest heaved slightly when you remembered the murders, and how you fiddled with your fingers, looking at the floor when you described your guilt, it was amazing.

Not to mention how cute it is that you think you could catch him. He’s a fucking pro, and Jed has you by the throat. He can see the way you look at him when you think he’s not looking, the things you’ve written about him, and he can only imagine the fantasies you have about him. You’re far too blinded by your little crush to notice the signs, and he intends on keeping it that way. Then again, you’re very smart, and he looks forward to this chase.

Right now, he just needs to control himself, and he has been, going to the single bathroom and relieving some tensions when his thoughts of you went too crazy.

Speaking of, he could feel the discomfort between his legs right now. His cock throbbing and pushing against his pants.

“Fuck.” He muttered, deciding to take one last trip to the bathroom.

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It didn’t take long for him to finish, especially considering all the thoughts of you he had racing through his mind, and how sensitive he was from previous visits. Thankfully, that managed to get him to calm down, but it didn’t stop his hunger. He needs to stalk someone, kill something, relieve the thing that you got all riled up inside him.

Just then, Jamison walked out of his office, making Danny remember he wasn’t alone. “Jed? What are you doing here?”

“I was writing the paper on Ghostface. I guess I was so deep in the story that I lost track of time.” Jed confessed, masking the murder hungry psychopath inside. “What about you?”

“I fell asleep trying to decide who I’m going to have as a secretary. Maya wants her job back after two extra weeks she spent using her vacation days. But, I don’t want to fire ______. She’s a good kid and a hard worker. Plus, it’s refreshing to have a young presence around here, and a pretty thing like her strutting around the office? It’s been…nice.”

Jed smiled awkwardly at Jamison’s words. Danny was disgusted.

Then another thought popped into his mind. He got an idea. A great idea. “Well, ______ wants to be a journalist right? Why don’t you have her work on the Ghostface papers with me.”

“I don’t know, don’t you already have Rachel working with you? And while she is a good writer, ______ is young and inexperienced. I wouldn’t want her to get in the way of things.” Jamison admitted.

“I’m not sure how much Rachel can take. Lucia, one of the most recent victims was close with her, and Rachel’s been taking it pretty hard. I think she could use a break.” Jed told him.

“She has seemed down lately. Alright, fine. But you’re responsible for her. You make sure she does a damn good job, like you and Rachel have been doing for the past couple of months. But if these don’t sell, that’ll be on you.” Jamison replied.

Jed nodded in response, doing what he could to hold back a grin. Oh, they’ll definitely sell. The kind of stories we’ll write…it’ll be impossible for anyone to look away.

He’ll hold off on killing you for a while. Instead, he’ll have you write about Ghostface with him, and be able to watch your little investigation, and Ghostface himself might even pay you a few visits too.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

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When you walked into the office, you were surprised to see another woman sitting at your desk. Shit. Your time ran out. They already replaced you. You were so focused on this Ghostface stuff that you had hardly been able to prove yourself to Jamison.

“_________.” Jamison called, standing in the doorway to his office. He gestured for you to enter. You did as told, feeling the dread in your stomach.

The last thing you need right now is to lose your job. Fuck, you feel like you’re going to cry. You feel like you’re going to scream.

“Our secretary has returned from maternity leave, so you aren’t needed for that position. Fortunately, we have another opening. You’ll be working with Jed, on the Ghostface papers.”

You looked up at Jamison, shocked. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. “What?”

“Yeah, Rachel was struggling, so I’m having her reassigned, and I’m giving you the chance to show me what you’ve got.” He remarked.

“Thank you, sir. But-”

“Don’t thank me sweetheart, thank Jed. He was the one who came up with the idea.” He interrupted you.

“I’ll make sure to do that.” And with that, he let you leave.

You need a second. This is a lot to process. So, you walked outside, pacing around and taking some deep breaths. Then, you sat down on the bench in front and you thought. You thought for a long while.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jed asked, walking over to you. “Yeah, I’m fine I just…you got Jamison to hire me? To write the papers with you?”

“Of course. It wouldn’t be right to have you leave. You’re smart and you’ve got ambition, and I know you’ve been through a lot, and I wanted to help. Plus, I think we’d make a pretty good team.” He remarked.

“You think so?” You smiled, and he nodded with a grin. “I know so.”

“Thank you for this. I mean, you saved my ass. But, I don’t know if I can do it. I mean, if Rachel can’t handle it, then-”

“_______, what you told me during the interview yesterday..You’re strong and a fighter, I mean, you’re the first person I heard that wants to go against a serial killer, that wants to do something about this. Your writing could be an outlet, and who knows, maybe you’ll find some clues along the way. I mean, I’m sure you’re smart enough to crack it. But if you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. I’m sure I can find someone else, not that they’d be as good as you, of course.”

“Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me. I’m in.”