#someone tell Karen I used that in a sentence

[hippolotamus]

can nobody hear me? (i've got a lot that's on my mind)

some EddieKaren thoughts that have been rolling around my brain since the end of S7 🫶

“How did you do it?” Eddie asks, staring into the wine glass loosely held in his grasp. “Do what?” Karen raises a brow at him before taking a sip of her Pinot Noir.  Eddie decides that’s a good idea, too. Something he can do to stall while the full bodied liquid bursts with flavor on his tongue. Earthy, oaky, all the little nuanced notes Eddie’s never been able to discern quite like other people. He knows hops, summer ales and IPAs, but tannins or detecting Napa versus some remote region in France? Not really his forte.  “The empty room,” he finally supplies. “When-"  He doesn’t finish his sentence - can’t finish it - but he doesn’t think he’ll have to.  “Oh.” Karen slowly lowers her glass to the coffee table and folds her hands in her lap.  “The first night-“ She fixes her gaze on a spot by the door, as if she expects to relive the nightmare all over again at any moment. “The first night without Mara was absolute hell. We sat in her room for hours, me and Hen. Like worried parents waiting up for someone we knew wasn’t coming.” She continues to stare, clicking her thumbnails together. “In the morning it was almost worse. To wake up and remember all over again. To realize nothing had changed except the position of the sun. Our daughter was still gone. Ripped right out from under us.”  He watches as her jaw ticks and she swallows down the bitter memories. She finally looks at him, her face painted with compassion and a watery smile. “But life didn’t stop. No matter how much we wanted it to. We still had Denny. He reminded us that we weren’t the only ones hurting.”  Eddie shifts uncomfortably in his chair, wanting to hide from her subtle insinuation. The way she always sees through him. “It was him and trying to figure out how to get Mara back. How to get our family back. That's what kept us going. What kept us from giving up on everything else.” A tangle of emotions sits in his chest, barbed wire slowly ensnaring his heart and lungs. He doesn’t have another kid to keep him afloat, or a villain councilwoman to fight. Only himself. Well, him and his demons. The voices in his head telling him he should have died in Afghanistan. Or on the sunny streets of LA. The insistent whispers that he should have skipped the step where he dared to hope, that he should have conceded Chris to his parents in the beginning. He wishes fixing this was as easy as convenient body cam footage.  “Hey.” Karen lightly touches his shoulder, just enough to remind him she’s still there. “He’ll come back.” It’s meant to be a comfort, he knows that. Except it feels like a platitude, the way people say ‘remember the good times’ when someone close dies. A part of him wants to throw the wine, to ask how she can say that. Because she doesn’t know. Just like Eddie didn’t know he would ever have to be without Chris again. A different piece of him wants to throw a tantrum. He wants to be the one screaming for once and making demands of the unfeeling universe.  Instead, he gives her a tight nod. “I hope so.”

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

would you write a poly!plastics x reader where instead of Regina, Gretchen for once takes charge and gets mad at Reader. Another girl tries to flirt with us and it gets Gretchen riled up. At first Regina is surprised by Gretchen’s attitude since she usually lets Regina handle these things, but then joins Gretchen in her scolding. Karen is just like ‘wait? Am I supposed to be angry now too?’

Who Knew she had this In Her?

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; girl flirts with reader, Gretchen & plastics mad at reader, reader makes it up to them

|| Summary; when the plastics spot someone flirting with reader, Gretchen goes off. Reader makes up for it with a date.

Requests closed!

Started; November 15th

Finished; November 15th

~~~

"What the hell?!" You flinched as you suddenly heard what sounded like... Gretchen yelling at you? Gretchen? You turned your head towards her to make sure you heard that right. Yeah. You'd pissed off Gretchen Wieners. Of all People.

Fast forward to about five minutes before, a girl from your English class had caught up to you in the hallway. Her name was like Sarah or something, you didn't really know her that well. But she apparently knew you. Her cheeks were bright red as she approached you, fidgeting with her fingers and you could tell where this was going. Great. Your girlfriends were walking towards you from the other end of the hall, too. And you could practically feel Regina's eyes burning into your back.

"Hey, Y/N." The girl, who you thought was named Sarah, spoke up and gave you a smile. "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get a coffee sometime?" You sighed when the question left her mouth, a hand rested to your hips. Gaze risking a flick to your girlfriends who were even closer now.

"I can't-" Before the sentence even left your mouth you heard Gretchen. Her voice sounding like a shaky shout.

"What the hell?!" It took you a moment to realize the girl had started playing with your hair. Being extra flirty to try and convince you. You didn't have the time to push her away before Gretchen rounded on you. Grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the nearest bathroom. Her nails digging into your skin.

"What was that?" Gretchen's arms folded across her chest, determined eyes seeking answers. Regina and Karen walked into the bathroom, both looking a little startled by Gretchen's outburst. Who knew she had this in her?

"I was turning her down-" You tried to defend yourself, but Gretchen hardly heard over her own roaring thoughts. She scoffed and folded her arms across her chest.

"You let her touch you!" Gretchen shouted, Karen looked at Regina. Who also looked quite annoyed about the whole thing.

"Wait? Am I supposed to be angry now too?" Karen asked, getting your attention. You turned your head to the girl with a grimace. You really didn't want all your girls to be mad at you.

Regina looked ready to start lecturing too, so you quickly spoke up. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. Really. I wasn't flirting, I don't even know the girl's name. I think it's Sarah?" That seemed to make your girls relax. You were clueless about the girl. That was a good sign in their books.

"It's Julia," Gretchen rolled her eyes, correcting you. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh. Anyway... how about a date tonight? On me?" You looked at all of them. Karen's eyes lit up and she clapped.

"Yes please!!" Karen smiled, clearly being happy with that idea.

"Fine." Regina muttered while Gretchen just nodded. Trying to regulate her emotions.

"Good." You relaxed when they all agreed. Tonight would be on you. It's a damn good thing you had a job.

After school, you and the girls decided to go on a trip to the mall and then dinner after. The three lead you through the maze that was NorthShore's mall. You gave them a price limit, because you didn't have a whole lot. But you were willing to get each of them something that they wanted.

It didn't take too long for them to find what they wanted. The plastics knew the mall like the back of their hands. Having gone thousands of times. The part that took long however, was the window shopping they did afterwards. And the amount of stores they decided they just had to check out. You followed after. Just letting them lead you.

By the time you guys finally left the mall, it was nearing 7pm. Which meant you'd been in there almost four hours. Jesus. The girls had gotten a few extra trinkets with their own money, even you ended up buying yourself a little something. All of you headed to Regina's jeep. Putting the stuff in the car before getting in. You sitting up front next to the blonde. Who looked pretty satisfied with everything she got today. Conversations flowed with ease as Regina drove you all to the dinner place. It wasn't the fanciest thing in the world, but it was good. The food even better. As dinner went on, it seemed to you like the situation from earlier today was mostly forgotten. You let yourself relax and enjoy the meal. Finally putting those worries aside.

[radskull-69]

Could u make a short one-shot about Bob Velseb x Y/n plz!! Also I love your work!

plot: Bob is your boss who has always sweet on you and does things he wouldn’t normally do for his employees, like defend them against a wild Karen or give them breaks for longer then an hour….blow up your messages every night.

You resisted the urge to even hav your eye twitch in agitation (hell, to not leap over this counter!) as the older woman across from you behind the counter was going off at you, they hadn’t even ordered yet.

something about us murdering animals when we should’ve been selling vegan meat.

honestly, you didn’t get it. If you don’t want meat in your food don’t come to a diner with MEAT!

“I am sick of you monsters butchering up poor defenceless animals! I wanna see your manager!” Her manicured hand slammed down onto the counter, her screeching voice ringing out around the shop and making other customers either give you annoyed glared or sympathetic looks.

yet no one came in to help, you’d give them the finger if you could. But your too much of a pussy to do that, and you value this job.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” The woman jabs a finger at you, making you lean back as she got more and more hostile. “Do you not care for animals? You disgusting-!”

“What’s all dis’ ruckus about? Heard someone wanted me.” A deep southern voice sounded out behind you, tilting your head up you were met with bob looming over you and casting a large shadow over the now (finally) quiet woman.

Oh great, one of the other employees must of went and got him for you. Awesome.. this is just gonna make matters worse.

“I-I.. yes! I wanted to tell you that your employee here won’t sell me any vegan burgers.” The woman finally fixes her scared look and with a stumble goes back to glaring, though no longer yelling.

“Hmm, well. If ya haven’t notice yet.” Bob leaned forward to rest his arm heavily on the counter, even though you were in-front of him. So now while he bended over to do just that you had to bend over slightly as well as to not get crushed from him, face beer red as you kept your eyes trained to the red counter

“This is a diner, not a front yawn where ya munch of grass.” Despite his usual large grin it was obviously strained and his eyes were wide and full of warning, you shivered. Glad to not be on the other end of the stick of that.

“Well- excuse you-!” Before the woman could even finish her sentence with a look of high offence she suddenly shut up, and it almost looked like the blood drained from her face as if a vampire sucked it out.

You wondered what kind of look Bob must’ve given her to scare her so because with a stutter she was out the door before you could blink.

You stood there in confusion and once again tilted your head up curiously to look at bob’s face but were only met with a much softer look and worry on his features, one of his large hands coming up to your shoulder and turning you to face him better.

”you doin’ alright darlin’? Sorry ya had ta’ deal with that witch longer then ya had ta’, saw her comin’ awfully close to ya though..” his brows furrow, creating a worry line between them as I looks you over. You only let out a nod and a ‘uh huh’ as he did so, painfully aware of the stares some of the customers where giving you at the moment still.

“I’m fine, just a bit spooked is all. But I’ve been working in customer service for years so it’s nothing I can’t handle” you wave off his concerns and gently grabbed the hand that was tugging on the collar of your uniform to check for any unhidden injuries, you didn’t need your boss of all people to accidentally look down your shirt.

“Hmm.. if ya say so, but I think you deserve a break. A thirty min- no, a full hour break. With me, in my office.” Bob nodded to himself and the worry was washed off his face and instead replaced with a look of satisfaction with his arrangement he made up for you.

“Oh no- it’s fine, really! I don’t want to bother-“ you were scooting away from bob with a polite smile but his arm wrapped around your torso and before you could say anything more he was already leading you through the staff door and to his office as he chuckled in earnest

“Nonsense! I made ya some lunch for yer’ break actually an’ I wanna have yer’ opinion on em’. Remember? I sent ya a text about it last night while I was makin’ em. There yer’ face food right?” He tilted his head down to you for affirmation as he shut his door behind him, his arm finally leaving your torso with a slight linger you didn’t notice

you sighed and nodded, he kept you a bit past your bedtime with his texts, like he did almost every night. You didn’t speak up on the matter of your sleep schedule being interrupted and instead sat at one of the two leather chairs infront of his desk facing towards it

“Mhm, thanks again Bob.” You shot him a genuine smile, grateful for the free food. And a added plus of bob being a damn good cook.

“Of course!” He strolled up to you from behind as you sat in the seat, hands setting themselves on your shoulders heavily as he leaned down to your level to chuckle lowly in your ear. The grip on your shoulders tightening just a fraction as you tensed.

“Anythin’ for my favourite lil employee~”

[marshemillow]

you're a self-hating miserable homophobic woman who's ready to throw all lesbians under the bus and make us even more vulnerable to 'corrective' r*pe attempts by vile lesbian-fetishizing het males by claiming they can 'identify' into lesbianism despite being male heterosexuals - the literal opposite of lesbians aka female homosexuals. you're doing a great job peaking any self-respecting homosexual, hell even empathetic bisexual into realizing how your transhet anti-scientific brainless rhetoric is the most dangerous fake progressive aggressive homophobia. I was one of the biggest trans supporters in my circle a few years ago but thankfully I don't have worms for brains so I realized your conversion ideology is antithetical to gay liberation. in a few years no gay person would will support you mentally ill homophobes, thanks I guess for helping more people see the light

Gender essentialism is poison and it will rot your brain. How am I the homophobe for showing compassion to queer men? Do you know how many queer men are killed in hate crimes every year, especially black and disabled men? Why do they get locked out of spaces that could help them just because you're uncomfortable with them?

If you seriously can't see how bigoted this ask is, how hateful it comes across to someone who feels alienated by "men dni" bullshit because of my supreme butchness, then idk how to help you. You need to do some serious self-reflection on why you think women are always safe and men are always dangerous and why you think intersex people are fake and undeserving of support. Would you trust a racist female karen over a black man? Would you spit in the face of a lesbian rape survivor because she said her rapist was a woman? If you saw a cis woman with a beard due to Hirsutism, would you scream and throw up and tell her to get lost, even though going home could be a death sentence?

I think I know.

NOW BEGONE, TERF!!! ✨✨✨

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Cal you know how obsessed I am so ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

THANKS!

BIG ASS SPOILERS AHEAD...

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Athena lays the envelope on the kitchen table and makes herself another cup of tea. She considers going right for the wine, but wants to be clear headed. With a steaming mug in front of her, she sits down, takes a deep breath, and slides the contents of the envelope out onto the dark wooden surface of the table. 

It’s not one stack of paper but several. All held together with multi-colored paper clips. Pinks and purples and yellows. The smell of fresh ink says they were all printed recently. Within the past hour, she’d guess. Definitely Karen or Maddie. 

Athena scans them all as a collection before going through the stacks as individuals. Every single one of them are printed off email threads. That must be the organization between paper clips. Different chains. Athena focuses on the first one. 

As soon as she reads the subject line, her heart nearly drops through her chest to the floor. 

Date: June 18th, 2024

To: taylor@taylorkellyofficial.com

From: vincentgerrard@lacity.com

Subject: On your recent publication featuring Robert Nash

Dear Ms. Kelly,

My name is Captain Vincent Gerrard. I have been a fire captain with the LAFD for thirty-three years. A significant portion of that tenure has been with a station I know you are very familiar with - 118. I have read your book which details a lot of the exploits of the firefighters at this station, which I have since regained captaincy of, replacing a man I am sure you know well. Robert Nash. 

I am reaching out to offer you an opportunity. A follow up piece to your book, if you will. Nash has quite a story behind him. One that makes him unfit to be a captain of this fine institution, let alone walking free on the streets. As someone with a strong nose for the truth, I am sure you will want to know what I know. All I am asking is for a chance to tell this story, so I might protect the LAFD from further disgrace. 

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Vince Gerrard

Athena’s jaw is set very tightly as she reads. She feels like someone has injected her veins with fire. Who was this man to think to sell Bobby’s story? Because of course Athena knows what he’s referring to. How dare he?

Fuming, Athena keeps reading.

Date: June 29th, 2024

To: taylor@taylorkellyofficial.com

From: vincentgerrard@lacity.com

Subject: Re: On your recent publication featuring Robert Nash

Dear Ms. Kelly,

I am just checking in to see if you had a chance to read my previous correspondence? 

Regards,

Vince Gerrard

Date: July 3rd, 2024

To: taylor@taylorkellyofficial.com

From: vincentgerrard@lacity.com

Subject: Re: On your recent publication featuring Robert Nash

Dear Ms. Kelly,

I am sure you are preparing for the holiday celebrating our great nation. In the meantime, any chance you read my email?

Regards,

Vince Gerrard

Date: July 5th, 2024

To: vincentgerrard@lacity.com

From: celine.seaforth@taylorkellyofficial.com

Subject: Re: On your recent publication featuring Robert Nash

Captain Gerrard,

My name is Celine and I work for Taylor. At this time, we have no desire to pursue any stories about Bobby Nash and would appreciate it if you excluded us from future communications. 

Warm regards,

Celine

There are several more emails in the thread, all from Gerrard to Celine, with Taylor Kelly cc’d, complaining. First, about Celine’s tact. Which was apparently “bitchy.” Then, about Taylor Kelly’s writing more generally. Women journalists don’t have the drive for proper investigative work, anyway. I’ll find someone better. 

And it looks like he tried. 

Athena puts aside the Taylor Kelly chain and moves to the next clipped together email stack. These are all reach outs to several different reporters. He’s covered everyone from the biggest papers to the smallest blogs. All promising the “story of the year” about a criminal fire captain. Most do not reply. 

One does. 

His name is Rex Pinkman. He works for a small, small publication called the Los Angeles Investigator. 

And that’s the third stack of emails.

[gaywrites365]

"PARENTS"

The first time it happened, was the second week of November.

Cady was outside the school, she's about to walk home when some tall man who oddly had Gretchen's eyes approached her.

"I've seen you on Gretchen's Instagram. Do you know my daughter?" He asked.

Cady doesn't know why, but this man gives her the creeps. Nevertheless, she nodded. He hummed in response. "Call her and tell her I'm looking for her."

"Okay." She answered and went back in the school. She really could've just called Gretchen's phone, but this man rubs her off the wrong way. She eventually found the Plastics. "Uh hey guys, there's someone outside looking for Gretchen. It's your dad, I think."

Panic flooded Gretchen and Karen's faces. For a moment, so did Regina's, but she quickly snapped out of it. "Tell him that Gretchen isn't available."

"Why?" Asked Cady.

"Just come up with any excuse, I don't care. Just tell him she's not available, and make sure he leaves. As in, out of sight."

Cady wanted to ask more, butbshe took one look at Gretchen's shaking hands, Karen comforting her and genuine (who would've thought) worry on Regina's face though she's clearly trying to hide it, and she just went with it.

He believed the lie Cady told him and left. She texted their group chat and told him he's gone, and that she's going home.

She wondered about it all day.

~~

The second time it happened, was also within that week. Two days after.

They're all at Regina's house. Things were happening like it normally would. Then, Regina's mom burst in the door.

Regina groaned "Geez mom, don't you know how to k-"

"Karen's mother is outside." Mrs. George says in one breath.

Cady saw the panic in their eyes again. Regina, once again, shook off the panic. She opened her window, and untied something next to it-

It's a ladder.

Why does she have a ladder next to her window?

"Cady, don't ask questions. Gretchen, Karen, you know the drill."

They got out of the house, and Cady followed the three of them to some sort of garden/greenhouse near the George residence. Karen immediately sat at a chair next to the door and starting frantically tapping her leg, continously repeating the sentence "Why is she here?"

Gretchen is next to her, trying her best to comfort her. Regina is on her phone, looking as if she's waiting for a message.

Eventually, Regina breathed out a small sigh of relief. "She's gone, we can go back." Gretchen pats Karen's head and gently helps her stand up.

They never mentioned it for the rest of the day, and Cady still hasn't asked.

So she decides to tell Janis and Damian about both incidents.

~~

Cady most definitely didn't expect panic to graze their eyes as well.

"They didn't get to them, right?" Asked Damian, there's worry in his tone.

"No, they hadn't." Cady answered.

Both Janis and Damian sighed in relief. Cady is now extremely curious. Janis looks at her dead in the eye. "Caddie, there is one thing the Plastics genuinely do for each other, heck, even us. Now, any time Gretchen's dad or Karen's mom, heck, even Regina's dad, tell them they aren't available."

Cady nodded. "Okay..."

Then, Janis and Damian started to tell her about a movie, as if the conversation didn't happen.

Now Cady's suspicious.

~~

The week later, Cady and the Plastics were at the mall. On their way to the food court, some guy that's clearly drunk who also oddly had a resemblance to Janis approached them.

"Hey! Regina, Gretchen, Karen." The man slurred out.

Cady once again noticed the panic.

What is going on recently?

"Mr. Sarkisian." Said Regina.

"Where the fuck is Janis?" He slurred out, with a bit of anger. "Her nor her mother are answering my calls."

Cady hears Regina mutter "Why should they" under her breath, while Gretchen answers him. "Oh we haven't seen them in a while. They're probably out of town."

He scoffs. "Fucking pricks." And walks away.

Once he's out of sight, Karen turns to her. "Cady, you share a class with Janis, right?"

Cady nods. "I do. We share homeroom."

"Tell her that her dad's in town." Said Regina.

Later that night, Cady tells Janis and Damian.

Janis looks scared. Damian goes to hug her. "It's okay, we'll just to be wary of where we go."

"I know." Janis exhales shakily. "How the fuck is he back?"

"I don't know, but we have to tell your mom." Said Damian.

Janis nods. "Stay here, Cads. We'll be back."

"Okay." Cady responds.

This is starting to be concerning.

~~

That weekend, Cady, Janis, and Damian all went to a local frozen yogurt place. Janis was talking about how she's definitely passing History class, and Damian just groans because of it.

"Damian." A voice behind them called.

Panic took over Janis and Damian's face. They both shook it off and turned to face him.

"Dad." Damian responded.

"Mr. Leigh." Said Janis.

Cady's eyes widen in shock.

Damian's father scoffed. "You're still hanging out with the lesbian? And I assume you're still gay."

"Yes to both. What of it?" Damian's voice is shaking.

His dad scoffed even more obnoxiously. "You're a disgrace." He looked around. "You're lucky this is a public place." He then walked past Damian and shoved his shoulder.

Janis immediately checked on Damian. "You okay, Dame?"

Damian nodded. "At least he didn't do anything."

Janis sighed. "I guess..."

Damian then shook his head. "Anyway, we came here for frozen yogurt, we're getting our yogurt. Let's go."

Cady is getting very, very concerned.

~~

Monday, Cady and the Plastics were outside. Regina asked Gretchen to hold onto her phone, because she's going to check something in her car.

Gretchen and Karen's eyes widen. "Regina wait!" Gretchen says.

"What Gretch-" Regina is suddenly standing face to face with this tall man who has the same glare as her. "Father."

What the fuck?

"Where's your mother?" He asks.

"At work." She answers.

"Tell her I need money asap." He demands.

Regina nods then walks back towards them, and Cady can see that her face is neutral, but her eyes say otherwise. "How's Kylie?"

"She's grounded. And you know what happens when I ground her." Her dad says with a slightly mocking tone.

Cady saw terror flash Regina's eyes. "Oh?"

Her father nods. "I have to go." He then gets in a car two parking spaces from them, and drives away.

"Gretchen, give me my phone." Said Regina. Gretchen immediately complies. Regina opens her phone and quickly goes through her contacts. Cady sees that she clicks on a contact called-

The name of that contact is "Little Sis ♡"

...

What?

"Come on, Kylie, pick up." She gets in her car and drives away.

"I hope Kylie doesn't have to go the hospital. It's scary there." Says Karen. Gretchen nods. "I hope so too."

What is happening?

~~

Cady tells Janis and Damian once again. The panic doesn't shock her anymore.

"All of them are here? Now?" Damian gulps. "How the fuck?"

"I'm gonna inform aunt Betty." Said Janis, as she pulls out her phone.

Janis's aunt Betty is a police officer, Cady's met her once-

...

Oh.

Oh shit.

And then realization hit Cady like a lighting bolt in the face.

Karen's mom, Gretchen's dad, Damian's dad, Janis's dad, Regina's dad...

The one thing the Plastics genuinely do for each other, and even for Janis and Damian...

The relief from Janis and Damian when they learned that Gretchen's dad and Karen's mom didn't get to them...

The panic and terror on their faces...

Holy shit.

Those parents of theirs are ab*s*ve.

Cady knew there's more to their history than what she has been told.

But she did not expect this.

One thing's for sure, she'll make sure those assholes don't come near them. Ever.

[pirrusstuff]

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Hiii Saturn!

Here are some sentences for you!

🌖 dog! Eddie au

" Evan, you're being absolutely amazing with this situation and it's not fair you're the only one dealing with this" Eddie said crossing his arms.

" I'm not the only one dealing with this Eddie, you're the one who transform into a freaking dog!" Buck hated when Eddie acts like he's a problem, and he's doing it right now.

" Yeah, but I'm also the one who pees on the damn carpet and chew the shoes" he takes a deep breath " We can't keep with this, at least not the two of us, I think Bobby is starting to get suspicious because you and I try everything to have the day off every full moon"

" Yeah, you're right"

" I'm going to tell Karen"

" You're friends with Karen?"

👶 teen au ( buddie)

Everything seem to be fine, within what is considered fine.

Until that afternoon.

Adriana opened the door and the first thing she saw was her mother crying, holding what it seem to be a little piece of plastic.

" Adrianita" She sobbed " how?"

" Uuuh, how what?"

" You're pregnant!" Now she's screaming, that's bad.

" Why you say that?!" If her mother screams she will do it too.

" Because I found this in your room!" Helena said showing the fucking pregnancy test.

" But it's negative!"

" Adriana! Does that look like negative! It is damn positive!"

Shit, she's in big problems, but Shannon is in bigger problems.

Why didn't anyone teach them these things?

" Calm down mom! It's not mine"

🛋️ I'm asking you to stay

He barely remember how it was to be alone.

Those times when it was just him and Chris, every time something amazing happened Eddie was there looking for someone to share this moment with.

But now they have someone, someone amazing.

" Stay" he said.

📹 morning show au (buddie)

" Okay, I'll try" Buckd said rolling his eyes.

And he's doing to do it! even though Diaz is a mysterious idiot he can be more easy with him.

Some of the audience are assholed with him, and he doesn't want to be one of them.

" Umh, hey I got you some coffee" he extended the cup of coffee to Eddie.

No Hi, no thanks or anything.

Eddie takes the cup of coffee looking really confused, he smelled it and then looked back to Buck.

" It's not poisoned, right?"

This idiot.

" No it is not"

☀️ Un Pasado Mejor ( Eddie and Shannon's relationship)

" If we try we can fix it"

Now Eddie is on his knees, begging.

" How many times we have tried? Aren't you tired of it?" She sobbed " Eddie please..."

" Shan please..." Eddie's hands were on her dress.

Shannon cupped Eddie's face, running her thumb over his cheek. This is rotten work.

Make me write

[kjs-s]

Treat You Better

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Song: Treat You Better — Shawn Mendes 

Summary: Matt feels like he can treat you better than your boyfriend and wants you to know it

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: mention of controlling and intrusive relationship and messages

A/N This is my second entry for @caplanbuckybarnes's decade challenge

You were waiting outside your lawyers’ office when your best friend rushed up the stairs while looking for her keys.

‘’(Y/N) what are you doing here? And how long have you been waiting for me? I’m so sorry I kept you waiting’’ Karen still rummaged in her bag looking for the keys.

‘’Don’t be silly darling, you had no idea I would show up first thing in the morning. I just came over to ask the guys for a favor and to catch up with you a little.’’ She finally opened the door to allow you into their improved office. You hadn’t been over for a couple of weeks and the changes they had made were spectacular. They had placed a painting right next to Matt’s office and a plant next to the entrance. But what caught your eye were the brand new coffee maker and the new bigger couch.

‘’I gather you like what Foggy did with the place. He kept mentioning redecorating so he decided to surprise us. I am glad he kept it minimal though. So, you mentioned needing to talk to one of the guys is there anything I can help you with?’’ Karen asked you while sorting the mail.

‘’Well, I just got a job offer that is exactly what I was hoping to get with my chemistry degree. I already had two interviews that went exceptionally well. We will sign the contracts tomorrow so I hoped one of my lawyers would accompany me to the meeting.’’ You were beaming with joy talking about your new job. It was your dream job for a long time and you knew you would be working at a company that helped people get better.

‘’Congratulations (Y/N), tell me everything about the job. What company is it with? And how did they find you?’’ Karen asked while prepping the coffee maker to have something to offer you.

‘’It’s actually one of the companies I had my internship at that didn’t have many open positions at the time. But after my recent article, they approached me about a great opportunity. I don’t want to jinx it but as of tomorrow you will be best friends with the new head of R&D at Rand Enterprises.’’ Immediately afterward your phone started to buzz with messages from your boyfriend David.

Where are you?

Why did you leave without telling me anything?

You could at least tell me that you had something scheduled or wait for me to wake up before leaving.

Why don’t we have anything for breakfast? Didn’t you get anything before leaving? You always make something for us.

You sighed at the texts and decided to answer them later. The messages just kept coming though so you muted your phone.

‘’Don’t give me this look Karen. He is just checking up on me.’’

‘’I didn’t say anything sweetheart. But don’t you think that he checking on you all the time like that is a little controlling? I don’t want to intrude or anything I just find it to be a little off.’’ She offered you a cup of coffee but you declined.

‘’You could be right. He wasn’t like that from the beginning. Something changed a few weeks ago and he started texting me almost all day long. I am trying to find out the reason so that we could work on it but I feel like he will blow me off. I mean, just two nights ago I was almost in tears because he was asking me about what I was looking at while browsing. I still haven’t told him about the new job either. I have a feeling he might talk me out of accepting it or ask me to quit because it will have longer hours.’’ You were worried about that possibility for a while and you felt relieved confiding this in someone. You didn’t even let yourself realize that you were scared of that reaction.

‘’I’m sorry to hear that and to dampen your mood. If you need to talk more... .’’ Karen didn’t get to finish her sentence before Matt and Foggy entered the office.

‘’’ Good morning Karen, (Y/N) what a pleasant surprise. I haven’t seen you for so long.’’ Foggy gave you a warm hug. Matt also greeted you but you could sense something was on his mind. You asked about it and he lied that it was about a case. When you entered Foggy’s office to arrange for him to accompany you Matt revealed to Karen that he had heard your conversation and that he planned to talk to you about it. 

On your way out he held your hand in his and after congratulating you he reminds you just like Karen tried to before that he will always be around if you need anything. You always loved how compassionate Matt is and how much he cares about the people around him.

Your meeting was successful and you were elated. Your start day would be in two weeks to give you some time to settle anything you needed with your current job.

‘’It’s official now. So congratulations (Y/N), this deserves a celebration.’’ Foggy was also excited about you since he knew how hard you worked to get such a prestigious position.

‘’I’m not sure, I would have to ask David about it and you know that he doesn’t like gatherings.’’ You were still nervous about announcing the new job to him.

‘’It won’t be considered a gathering. Just the five of us and if he doesn’t want to come we will celebrate on our own. You deserve this and you are well aware that Karen and Matt want to spend more time with you. Especially Matt since this was actually this idea.’’

‘’I can’t promise anything but I will try to meet you at Josie’s tonight.’’ You checked to see that David had called you ten times and texted you asking about your meeting. You had told him you had a performance evaluation at your work.

When you entered the bar you looked around for your friends. Karen and Foggy were at the pool table playing so you made your way to the bar where Matt was ordering for everyone.

‘’I would like one of my usual as well Josie. Thank you. Hi Matt, how are you?’’ You took a seat next to him and noticed his smile when you addressed him.

‘’Better now that you are here. I am so glad you managed to come. It wouldn’t be a celebration without the one with something to celebrate. How was your day?’’

‘’I gave my two weeks’ notice to my boss. He was surprised but with all the times I was skipped over for a promotion he should have guessed already. I will miss some of my coworkers but we arranged to remain friends. They also mentioned a farewell party on my last day.’’

‘’That’s really nice of them. I am sure they will be sad to see you go.’’ Matt didn’t want to mention anything about your boyfriend not to dampen your mood. You helped him carry the drinks to the others and joined them for a few games.

After a few hours, Matt claimed he was tired and that he would leave. However, not feeling safe walking home on his own he asked you to go with him.

‘’(Y/N) I don’t want to intrude or anything but can I ask you a personal question?’’He asked after almost halfway through to his house.

‘’Of course Matt you can ask me anything you want.’’

 ‘’Are you happy with David? I noticed that when you talk about him your tone changes and becomes sad. I also heard you talking to Karen yesterday about him being a little controlling.’’

You were taken aback by the question that you didn’t even think about how he could hear you through the closed door. Maybe your mind was too focused on whether you are happy on not to register that information. You knew that his hearing was better than others but you had no idea how good it was.

‘’ You can tell me if I'm off but I feel that I know he's just not right for you. I don’t want to overstep any boundaries I just needed to let you know that I like you. And I'll stop time for you the second you say you'd like me too.’’

You couldn’t believe that you were hearing and Matt knew that you were overwhelmed with his confession.

‘’I am not expecting an answer right now. I just want you to know how I feel and that I just want to give you the loving that you're missing. Waking up with you would be everything I need, because I know I can treat you better than he can if you give me a chance to prove it.’’

Before you could respond you were already at his home so he bid you good night and left you to your thoughts.

Arriving at your apartment you met David who started inquiring you about where you were all those hours and he told you that one of your coworkers called asking about your preference for the cake for your farewell party. Just as you feared he listed all the things that would keep you at your dead-end job and how the new company and the longer hours wouldn’t be right for you. The most ridiculous excuse was that after some research he discovered that the new company wouldn’t allow you enough time off to talk to him about your day. You felt that he was talking like he meant giving him a report about everything and that was the moment you realized your friends were absolutely correct about him. So you broke up with him and told him to leave your apartment and lose your number for good. He mentioned that he would call you to reconsider but you told him not to bother.

Having finally clear thought you made your way back to Matt’s house.

‘’(Y/N) what are you doing here? Is everything alright? Are you hurt in any way?’’

‘’Everything is finally clear. You were right about everything you said earlier. I am so sorry I didn’t see it before and that it took me so long to understand that you were better for me. But I might need a little time to start something new. Would you mind if I just sleep on your couch? I don’t feel like being alone right now.’’

He insisted on you taking the bed and when you woke up in the morning he had bought breakfast and gave you all the space you needed to clear your head and figure out your emotions. It only took two weeks before you started dating and your friends had a new reason for a celebration.

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SO what’s your process for creating characters? Especially supporting cast who are important but not influential in the plot? Walk me through it!!

Hey Buddies!

Hokai so Character Creation is a big big ass subject and a very important one. To quote Chuck Wendig: “Stories are soylent green, they’re made of people”. And if you take even a glance at fandoms you’d see how important characters are to readers and fans. Characters are how we step into story and these wonderful worlds writers create, they’re what we connect to, empathise with and so on.

I like to break character’s down into three groups: Main Characters, usually our hero, main villain, any POV characters or live interests. Side Characters, the protag’s friends, allies, love interests, smaller antagonists. And supporting characters, everyone else that fills up the world and makes it feel alive and gives it depth. 

So if we’re gonna focus on side and supporting characters, there’s a few key things to remember:

Characters aren’t just people, they’re tools in our storytelling kits. While we should seek to make them feel alive, we need to remember their purpose and function in the story. 

All characters save for the once and done ones you make up on the fly like that barista with a bad attitude or the kindly bus driver should have some depth, positive traits, flaws and at least a suggestion of change, if only in how readers and pov characters see them. 

Draw from life but don’t copy from life. 

It can be so easy to slip into cliche and offensive stereotypes so it’s vital to be mindful about what kind of character’s you’re putting on the page and how you’re using them. Some stories are not yours to tell and that’s okay.

Finally to be perfectly honest, a lot of this for me is kind of instinctual. Some of my favourite side characters popped up out of nowhere and had at most a sentence in my outline telling me their purpose. But I’ll try to explain my thought process.

When I’m planning or writing a story and the need for a Side character comes up (a protagonist’s friend or neighbour, coworker, boss,) someone that’s gonna have some influence on the pov character, that we’ll see more than once I try to settle on their purpose.

Are they an ally? A friend? A helpful neighbour? Are they this asshole down the street that has conflicts with the pov character? A henchman of the bad guy? Are they there to help or hinder or be a foil or a mirror?

Say we have a protagonist who is kind of isolated and withdrawn. She’s gone through some shit, has trauma from before the story but their character arc isn’t about struggling through the dark alone but learning to make bonds, to finding their own people and community. They’re gonna need some nice side characters to help with that. Someone she can bump into a lot and form those beginning connections with.

Off the top of my head that means neighbours, either immediate or down the street/hall, people that frequent the same places she will like the cafe on the corner, wherever she works, etc. Let’s go with neighbours. Maybe… Older nosey neighbours, the kind that’d chat over the fence or bustle by to say hi and welcome and offer something baked.

Right off the bat, I get a bunch of ideas, my brain throwing at me examples I’ve seen or read of before either as they are or recombined into new ones. I see Wilfred from Dr Who, Carl from Up, a bunch of Karens (male and female) from social media, people that I’ve known in real life, including my own Grandmother. And I think about this character’s purpose.

 I want them to be an ally, someone that helps my protag along their personal journey. That’d mean they’d have to be friendly, warm, good hearted, but a bit nosey and probably very stubborn to get past the walls my protag has thrown up. My mind clicks onto the archetype of a grumpy old man, all bristle and hot air but caring. No nonsense, no bullshit, calls it like he sees it but not tactless.

I like this idea but I don’t stop here. I keep poking at it like I’m building something from lego without a plan, putting things on, taking them off. Maybe this guy is a widower and just as lonely as our protagonist. Maybe a grandfather estranged from family but wishing he could have done better. Maybe his wife is still alive but they never had kids.

Eventually, I settle on this idea of the two old love birds, no kids but they like to take in strays. Meaning they keep an eye out for anyone alone and offer a welcome. Nothing pushy, just the ‘neighbourly thing’ to do. Then it’s just what they look like (He’s broad and blocky, strong in his youth, and she’s small and petite with eyes magnified by thick glasses), what their basic personality is like (he’s a grump but sincere, she’s sweet but mischievously sassy and they bicker for fun), maybe things like heritage(Italian-American, Irish, maybe Eastern European), health concerns(he has arthritic knees and a replaced hip and uses a cane, she maybe had breast cancer), habits, etc and that’s enough for me to go off.

I only really understand my characters after I’ve written them for a bit, so try them out in a few scenes and see how you like them.

This is also where I double check my work for stereotypes, especially when working with identities and so on beyond my own experience. I highly recommend you double check with people belonging to those groups, or refer to one of the blogs on tumblr that act as a point of reference like WritingWithColor. Be humble and open to learning with this.

If you really want to go further, you can give them an arc of their own.  Maybe they have their own struggles you wanna touch on that could flesh out the story, give your protagonist a chance to do something in return. Maybe a problem that reflects the main conflict but on a micro scale. But the trick here is the audience doesn’t need to see all of it, just the changes that matter and serve the greater story.

And of course as always, sometimes my plans explode in my face and I have to adapt. I’ve made these characters up on the fly when I realised I needed one, I’ve also cut them from the story or combined two or even three into one, or I realised I needed a friend to be an enemy. I’ve even had to take really minor supporting characters and upgrade them, or downgrade side characters.

To create very minor supporting characters, I do the same just with way less detail. 

Maybe my protag is taking the train and there’s another passenger that’s kind of a rude entitled business guy and we get to see some tasty petty revenge or he just makes a bad day worse. Or there’s a cafe our protag always goes to and there’s this barista she maybe says hi to and shares compliments with who notices a change for better or worse.

These super minor characters I really just make up as I go and as I need. They’re really simple and I like to use them to emphasise a mood I’m going for, to break it up or to highlight just how my POV character is feeling or in denial about.

Like any part of writing , character creation is a skill you can practise and develop over time. 

And one part of this skill I am constantly mindful about is making these characters diverse, but respectful. With these simple ideas it’s so easy to slip into harmful stereotypes and I feel writers have a responsibility to be as mindful as we can, to constantly learn and try to do better.

If you made it this far, go get yourself a treat, have some water and feel free to ask more questions if you have any.

 Good writing!

[kcyars99]

He could’ve completely left her alone and still been free too.

Everything about him being in prison is his fault.

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I know that I said this before over a billion times but I’ll just say it again since this has been a year since the trial I want y’all(yes every single last one of you, heck even the aliens if they exist among us) to realize Tory had the opportunity to take a plea deal and serve no time. Megan lied to police to protect Tory immediately after he shot her, he slandered her in the blogs and so she decided to tell the truth to law enforcement.

The courts offered a plea deal, Tory threw it back in their face and dragged this out for years to keep the lie going and burned up his own money on legal fees and taxpayer dollars on a trial.

The courts gave bail, Tory used that time to torment and harass Megan which only hurt his case and was a key factor in his heavy sentencing when the day came.

At every single turn the goodwill of the universe/God offered this man an opportunity to save himself — and he laughed at it and sabotaged it. He could have owned up to his actions.

INSTEAD, he was so arrogant in the process bc he thought painting Megan as a liar on social media would hold up on trial. It backfired in the worst way possible.

He tormented her for three years and all that did in the end was made him look like a complete and total sociopath and narcissist who deserved every single day of those ten years in prison.

If you don’t believe that words matter and they don’t hurt then remember that his own words are the reason why he’s where he is and deserves to be

Words can hurt more than any weapon could and I don’t want to hear anything about words not mattering nor sticks and stones may break bones but words will never hurt me again

And because of things like this 👇I also don’t want to hear anything about women being too emotional while these men are being violent for no good reason ever again.

*Meg cut him deep wit that “The only reason why your popular at the moment is because you are in a feature with Jack Harlow “comment and he with his violent tendencies and toxic masculinity couldn’t take it.(Ironically enough because of you hoteps and pick mes in the black community slutting out being such hoaux for an abuser to dehumanize a black woman I might as well be falling for someone like jack Harlow anyways. More ironically them black bastards being so slutty towards an abuser that deserves the old fashioned death penalty is why he got ten years in prison so thanks for making him potential targets for shankings you hellbound heathens!)

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And don’t forget about this too. Who does he think he is, a male Karen? Getting all loud, belligerent , violent and acting outraged over the smallest things? Next I supposed he’ll be wearing a short bob demanding to speak to the manager

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Clearly this man a menace to society and America. If he can’t handle someone not shaking his hand or someone criticizing his music without resorting to violence, then he shouldn’t be among us

Canada, in ten years from now when he is deported back to his home country, you’ll need to stay out of his way because apparently he is a violent psychopath and/or sociopath and when there’s people like him amongst us then something has got to give

He could be the neighborhood grocer, he could be the next-door neighbor, heck he could be the Gardener . Who knows?

Just don’t let him become a politician, your friend, your husband, your boyfriend, or any member of a social Circle of yours

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SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY tagged by @panbuckley @prince-buck-diaz and @911onabc have some michael and eddie 🥰

...Now enough business -- let's get back to you. I know you were avoiding it. I did win the office pool on if you would cause another spectacle.” “Can't believe I trusted you?” Eddie gasps melodramatically. “What is really going on here?” “Nothing.” Eddie shrugs, “Evan is just someone I know. There was an unfortunate incident involving the both of us. We fixed it. It's fine.” Michael fixes him with a look, not entirely convinced, ”Well I think that we can both agree that he's pretty handsome can't we?“ ”I mean, if you like, you know, fairy tale princes and shit.“ ”You're telling me that you don’t want that?” “I don't believe that it's real, you know in this reality. Or I had my chance and lost it.” Michael looks at him skeptically again. He looks indignant right back. “Just remembering your little prince evan voodoo doll last summer. ”I had one magazine with one picture of him in it. There were far more pictures of me-- I was also on the cover so,“ ”I caught you staring at that singular picture more than once Eddie.“ Eddie rolls his eyes, sighing as he leans forward. ”It seemed like if you tried hard enough maybe he would spring to life from the page and you could then--“ ”What is the point of this exaggeration?“ ”I just find it interesting how fast things have shifted.“ ”It was either that or fake my death,“ he laughs lightly, ”And it's politics. You know how I love that.“ The look comes back, and Eddie isn't sure why he didn't expect it. ”I came here with a political agenda from Athena, not to discuss my own fuck ups.“ ”I thought you wanted to say hi to an old family friend?“ ”Right.“   ”Don't you have something better to do with precious baby-free time Eddie? Isn't there something else you would want to do with that, you're twenty-one. You have a kid, you didn't join a seminary. You should be going out and doing whatever people your age do.” “I do! Sometimes. Occasionally. Rarely.” “And you should have friends!” “I have friends.” “That are not Karen or related to you.” Eddie huffs. “You need to take breaks, kid. Use your support system. I know you have very legitimate reasons for taking on parenting on your own, and I commend you for it. But use the people you have so you don't wear yourself thin too fast.” Eddie rubs his face and sighs, “I know. I am trying.” “As long as you are trying,“ he smiles gently, “Now I have some real work to do here, so go,” he shoos Eddie toward the door, “Take this precious time. Enjoying it doesn't mean you don't love him any less. And don't forget to make me that list!“

tagging @useramor @roy-kents @queertartt @heartbeatdiaz @bucks118 @cowboydiazes @alyxmastershipper and anyone who wants to share! <3

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Sins & Amends Chapter 22

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Matt and Foggy gear up for court while you continue to help Karen behind the scenes

"When's the trial set?" Alice asked while the two of you finished doing inventory of your rig for the next shift coming in. "Jury selection was today. I'm headed to their office as soon as I get off" you replied double checking the narcan to ensure there was enough. 

 Alice was quiet for a moment so you glanced over at her "Spill Alice. I know there's something bouncing around your head begging to escape" she let out a harsh breath seeming to struggle with what she wanted to say next or the wording at least "Y/N I just want to make sure you're safe. I mean.." Her voice lowered to a whisper and she leaned across the gurney as if she was worried someone walking by the ambulance in the bay may overhear what she was going to say next.

You leaned forward instinctively before she continued in a whisper "Apparently you were right all along. There was a lot more to that day than was told publicly. If Frank doesn't want you testifying there's a reason and as your friend and partner I feel like I need to give voice to the concern of whoever was behind that day figuring out what you know or suspect and coming after you. I know you want to be there for Frank, I get it but what do you think it'll do to him if he loses you to whatever this is? What do you think it would do to me, Kenzie and Curtis?" 

What were you supposed to say? That you weren't worried about just that? Hell that would be a lie. You knew that at any given time whoever was behind the enormous cover up could find you through the same channels Karen had even before Foggy and Matt told her who you were. You knew that no matter the fear that you couldn't exactly cower either that wasn't who you were.

You also couldn't exactly tell her that one of Frank's lawyers was none other than daredevil either and that gave you some extra security at least while in his presence. Add that to the list of things you had to keep tight to your chest.

So you went with the only card you had to play "I'm going by what Frank asked of me. I'm keeping my face out of the public spotlight. Karen, Matt and Foggy are the faces. I'm behind the scenes where I have promised you, Frank and Curt I will remain. You're not getting rid of me that easily babe" 

She smiled softly "Good. I'd hate to have to break in a new partner and there's no one on earth like you" you started to say the same about her but when she added "Promise me you'll start carrying that gun when you aren't on shift. I know he made sure you can handle it" you cracked a small smile "Yes ma'am. I promise"

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When Kenzie came to pick Alice up you knew it was lost cause telling the two of them that you could walk home then take a cab to the law firm. 

They insisted on driving you to your apartment to change into street clothes and then drove you to the law firm as well.  When you started to climb out the car Alice cleared her throat and nodded to your bag. You knew what she was asking so you patted it. "I'll call one of you later ok? I promise" "stay safe sweetie" Kenzie said with a smile and Alice added "We love you"

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When you walked through the doors of the office Foggy leaned out from the conference room "Y/N you may as well join us and give an opinion" you weren't surprised that you'd yet again caught Foggy mid sentence yet he was acting as if you'd been there the entire time. He had a habit of doing that but you hadn't known him long enough to tell if it was just with you or an everybody type of thing.

You smiled at Karen and told Matt hello as you took a seat next to Foggy. "Ok what am I giving an opinion on?" Karen and Foggy exchanged a look when Matt spoke up to say "Will Frank agree to an insanity plea?" 

You didn't try to stop the laugh that bubbled from your lips. Karen looked a bit confused, Foggy looked flustered and Matt seemed just slightly amused.

You knew staring down a normal blind man wouldn't do any good but something told you Matt could tell how ridiculous you found that suggestion "Look I'll be honest if I thought it'd keep him out of prison I've got a friend whose a psychiatrist but Frank's not gonna agree to that. He wasn't out of his mind. He knew who he was going after and he knew why. I just don't think he's gonna say yes but please by all means if you think it'll help him chase that lead. I'm pretty much here just to tell you about who the real Frank is and to help dig through case files"

Matt nodded then scratched at the back of his neck "Well since you're here Y/N can you think of anyone Frank would let us put on the witness stand?" You knew he didn't want you or Curtis anywhere near the courthouse, not that you could testify to any ptsd defense considering you only knew half stories of what had went down overseas.

Billy's name popped into your head but you shoved it down, if he had wanted to help he would've already offered it before now. "His commanding officer is still alive? Schoonover I don't remember his first name. He'd testify as a character witness for Frank and could speak as to what went down when Frank was awarded the Navy cross" 

Karen scribbled a note down then smiled across the table at you "That's good Y/N" then she cut her eyes at Foggy "I'll go talk to Frank. Bring up the ptsd and insanity plea and also get Schoonover's first name" Foggy nodded at her then motioned to you "Look over these questions before they're took to Frank?" You stood to follow him into his office.

You glanced over the questions and shrugged "I don't see why he'd have trouble answering any. I mean his memory is still a little off from the bullet to the head but Foggy Frank's not a bad guy. He's not a psychopath" he took the notepad back from you and stared down at it for a moment before he finally met your eyes "You feel like hanging around? Give me some of the insight on Frank that you've given Karen?"

You let a small smile slip onto your face. Something told you Foggy wouldn't go down in a courtroom without one hell of a fight "Of course"

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You were sitting cross legged on the floor by Foggy's desk. Matt had left on some errand or another, you and Foggy both knew it was something vigilante related.

You had been going over the photos from multiple different crime scenes. They were the men who had ripped Maria and the kids from the world. You honestly didn't care if they were dead but what had caught your attention was the x-ray of Frank's head.

You'd known he got shot that day, had even seen the scar one of the many nights you patched him up yet seeing the hole in his skull hit you differently. 

Karen had joined the two of you with takeout and was sitting across the room. She'd gotten Schoonover's first name but Frank had said exactly what you expected, no ptsd plea. He'd also sent a message back by her telling you to stay as far away from the trial as you could or he'd refuse representation.

The three of you had been working for hours in silence. Foggy's best idea for a line of defense was to find some way to bring the altered medical examiner's reports into evidence although it appeared any record of the so called ashes you'd been given had been wiped from any record.

"What was he like? I mean before the mass murderery Frank?" Foggy asked and when you cut your eyes up at him he shrugged "Sorry I meant before his family, your family was slaughtered?" You laid the x-ray down and pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth.

Karen saw the real Frank somehow she grasped who he really was and Matt had fought alongside Frank. While Foggy had said there may be a chance if the cover up involving the massacre could be brought to the light you knew you needed to help him see the Frank you knew, the Frank Karen somehow had seen under the rough exterior of the punisher.

"Frank the day I met him was sitting under a tree, strumming a guitar and singing" Karen cracked a broad smile and Foggy looked genuinely shocked "Singing? Was he any good?"

You laughed thinking back to that day long ago "God he was horrible but the moment his eyes met Maria's I saw the spark there. When she got pregnant three months into them dating he stepped up, no hesitation whatever. I was a stray Maria and her family had chosen to take in, Frank was no different he took me as a little sister. That man was one of the best fathers I've even seen. He beat himself up a lot for being gone but when he got stateside god you would've thought it was every holiday rolled into one. He was an amazing husband. He always would call me when he was gone to double check on Maria to make sure she was ok. And it wasn't just Maria and the kids. He was always there for me" you could feel tears threatening to escape your eyes but took a deep breath and continued;

"He'd back me up when I needed it and support me when he knew I could handle it on my own. Frank is and will always be the type of man who'd lay his life down to save innocent lives. He loves with everything he has. The day everything happened I was supposed to go with them, I should've been there. Frank is a trained marine lieutenant. He's handled himself in so many war zones but look at that x-ray. He let himself be shot and you know why? He was holding his daughter in his arms while everything that was her spilled out onto the ground. He wanted to die and the damn universe wouldn't grant him that. He woke up to a world with his family gone and the people who had taken them alive. Hell he's still protecting me by not letting me testify. He's not a murderer he's just a man who's went through hell and is still enduring it every second"

You closed your eyes for a moment trying to compose yourself and when you opened them both Foggy and Karen were staring at you. "What?" "Damn I would love to have you on the witness stand" he admitted which made you and Karen shake your heads.  "No I just meant you know him so well. I mean I get we don't want your life at risk and damn sure can't trust the district attorney but we somehow have to make the jury feel about Frank the way you just described him"

You shrugged and wiped your eyes "Well Mr Nelson I believe that's your job sir. I'm just a paramedic" "Thanks for the vote of confidence Y/N" he replied with an eye roll but the slight smile also told you that your words had an effect on him.

By the time all of you headed out the office to go towards your separate apartments it was leaning closer to morning than night. "Sure you two will be ok?" Foggy asked as you hailed a cab. You smiled at his concern.

"We live a block apart Foggy. We'll be ok I promise" "Yeah don't worry about us" Karen added with a smile.Once the two of you were in the cab a silence fell between you. There were so many questions you wanted to ask her but you didn't want to push. 

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When the cab stopped in front of her building you climbed out with her. "You're walking the other block? This time of night?" She asked and you shrugged "I'll be ok. I can handle myself pretty well" she eyed your bag for a second "Yeah I make sure I don't leave home without mine either"

You realized what she meant and smiled "Frank taught me ages ago" "Goodnight Y/N. I'll talk to you tomorrow" "Night Karen" she started to walk up the steps into her building but you stopped her by calling her name "Yeah?" She asked and you were once again struck with not wanting to over step but also wanting answers "Why do you believe in Frank so much? I mean I know why I'm standing behind him but you have every reason to have believed what the public has built him up to be"

She stood there stoic for a moment and you kicked yourself for apparently hitting a nerve but right when you were about to apologize she said "I don't think he's a monster because he's done things that could be seen as monstrous. I've seen him talk about his wife and kids, the way he talks about you, how he wanted to make sure I knew I wasn't in danger that night at the hospital. It's like you said he's just a man who's been through hell and I like you want to see him make it to the other side"

You knew you should let it go but maybe it was years spent in and out of Curtis' group meetings and hanging out with Kenzie but you felt like there was something more that Karen desperately needed to get off her chest "What happened Karen? I mean to you?"

She half smiled then said "After the trial is over I'll buy the drinks and we can have one night of spilling our trauma all over each other but for now we both need as clear heads as possible for Frank" you nodded then smiled "I'm sorry if I overstepped. One friend is a counselor and the other is a psychiatrist"

"Not at all. I know you wouldn't judge anything I have to say. You're someone who can be trusted. I knew that from the moment I met you" you felt the same about her so you simply said "Well goodnight. I'll send a text when I'm home so you know I wasn't snatched off the street or anything"

"You have a warped sense of humor you know that?" She asked with a laugh so you replied "You'll grow to love that about me" she headed inside so you turned to head to your apartment lost in thought over the trial starting but also keeping observant of your surroundings.

Once you got home you texted Karen you'd made it then texted Alice so she wouldn't worry. You knew you shouldn't but you had plans to catch a few hours then pop into the courthouse the next morning to at least catch opening statements. You'd be working when all the actual testimonies started but you could at least see who got the stronger start and get a peek at Frank to see how he was healing.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

tell us more about comet?

Oh, absolutely!

Comet is a secondary backup in Blood Moon. He doesn't have any memories because Eclipse forgot he made two backups in Blood Moon (he made two since there's two of them and he figured they would probably separate eventually)

He reactivated four days before the current Eclipse backup in canon. His reactivation was met with lots of controlled shocks to the point where he was sparking once he was the one in control of the body.

Comet got control after the twins both brutally unalive someone while he was crying and trying to get them to stop. After the unalive, the twins fell asleep because they were both blood-drunk.

Comet immediately took their body to the daycare and begged and cried for Moon to get him out and Moon did a code scan, which came out clean, and put him in a plushie at first because it was the only thing available in time before the twins could wake up and stop him. (He put him in a permanent body later).

Lunar gave him his name because he didn't have one.

He is severely traumatized. Sun helps him with his violence trauma (because he knows how it feels to watch someone in your head brutally unalive someone), Moon helps him with the controlled shock trauma (because he had a lot of controlled shocks back when he and Sun were suffering with his kill code), and Lunar helps him with his severe anxiety and flashbacks (because he gets it)

He's a little ray of sunshine just like Lunar. Their personalities being mainly similar means they can usually be found together doing things like video games, watching cartoons, snuggling, or just cleaning the daycare together.

Sun heard the words 'controlled shock' and 'hurt' in the same sentence and immediately went into 'unalive the twins' mode. Moon and Lunar had to hold him back.

Comet has pet and praised a roomba. This is the only reason Kill Code couldn't kill him. He was too cute, he fed a roomba a chip as a treat and pet it. How was he expected to kill something so cute that's also technically his son?

Monty made him cry playing Sister Location because of the controlled shocks. There was so much apologizing and a cuddle session and even more apologies and promises that the character he shocked was okay and Monty would even 'call Ballora, just please don't cry, you're gonna make me cry too'

He eats crayons. Just pops 'em in his mouth and eats them whole, wrapper and all. Just like Moon with bolts and Sun with glitter glue.

Comet trails after Moon and rarely lets go of him for the first week or so he's in the daycare because he's scared and he knows very little and Moon is teaching him basically how to exist. (I am very traumatized and I have no memories. So you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.)

Comet also has a comfort bear stuffie named Asteroid (Aster for short) and he carries it everywhere with him for the first month he's in the daycare and afterwards can be spotted in his bed and in horror game videos on the channel.

Aster has been abused by Karens once and only once because Comet cried, Sun threatened the Karen's continued existence, Lunar comforted Comet, and Moon retrieved poor Aster from the ball pit.

Fazbear implemented a rule that guests can't touch things the animatronics are holding unless they ask first. The rule gets more strictly enforced in the daycare area.

Comet got Aster from Sun as a gift because he was crying and having a flashback. Sun was panicking and didn't quite know how to help except 'give crying child a stuffie' so he got a stuffie from the lost and found and gave it to him. And having Aster calmed him down almost immediately to have something so fluffy and cute to hug his trauma into.

[eternalgoldfish]

just like kisses (on the necks of "best friends")

By @eternalgoldfish and @desert-dino

Byler | Complete | T | 4.7k

Karen Wheeler’s laundry room smells like Tide detergent and floor cleaner. It makes Will fidget, more than he’s already been fidgeting, nervous. Exposed. Behind him, the TV roars with some creature double feature Dustin picked up. It’s something about bats or lagoons that involves a lot of screaming and bad organ music. Will doesn’t know. He hasn’t been paying much attention.

Close the door, Max mouths while she flaps her hands, Princess Peach still wet on her nails, sparkles catching in the dim lighting. She hoists herself up onto the dryer while he does as she says, insulating them into the laundry room, though the closed door does little to muffle the movie. Just over the din, he can hear Mike trying to get everyone’s pizza order.

“So, what’s the deal?” Max asks, one brow cocked as she blows on her manicure.

The yellowed light in here is too bright compared to the half-dark of the other room. He shuts his eyes, tucking his chin against his chest as he takes a sharp, deep breath, feeling twelve instead of seventeen.

It’s stupid, so stupid, but she needs to know. He needs to tell someone before it kills him, before it comes burbling up unannounced and unwanted. Or worse, before someone notices her concerned, prying eyes, and figures out they’re for him.

“I have a thing for Mike,” he says into his shirt, ripping off the bandaid, eyes peeking up.

Max’s face blinks with underwhelmed confusion. “What?”

“You know, a thing,” he mumbles, words mushed against the roof of his mouth so they don’t come out any clearer.

“I don’t understand grumbling boy speak. You’re going to have to use real sentences.”

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[the-septic-maniac]

SPOILERS FOR S1 AND S2 OF CRIMINAL CASE

July 30, 2030

T.I.M.E HQ

Cafeteria

"Deraila and Amy seem awfully down today" Marina noted seeing the two with their heads down, drinking their coffee together in silence. Orlando walks in and sees the situation. “Oh my…” He notices the shirt that Deraila is wearing. It was a Hawaiian button-up but not one of her usual ones. “That shirt carries quite the history to it. A heavy history about a broken man. A broken family.” Raising an eyebrow, Marina asks “How so?” He gives a bit of a shocked look. “In the 4 years you've known Amy and the possibly more that you’ve known Deraila, they haven't told you about their old partner they used to share?”

Amy speaks up clearly irritated “Orlando, if you want to talk about The Knight Family don't do it around me and Deraila. 15 years might have passed since the entire family’s death but it weighs just about heavy as it did back then”. Deralia speaks up clearly depressed “It's fine Amy. Orlando can talk about them. It's not the most traumatizing thing I’ve witnessed in my life…”

Orlando with a bit of a heavy sadness in his voice “it is not. Ive looked at their history over the at this point in time, almost 20 years of police work, but it is…” he swallows thickly “certaintly up there. Along with witnessing multiple attempts of suicide, one of which was successful…” He looks like he is wavering. “Her partner at the time during their first years, h-had…” it seems like he’s struggling to get the appropriate words out. He keeps clearing his throat. Deraila interrupts him, speaking in a monotone voice. “Me and Jones had witnessed the suicide of our Chief at the time…”

She stands up from their bench and grabs them all some coffee. “Let me tell you a story… When I first joined the Pacific Bay team, I had just got off from Grimsbourgh, my home town and Amy was just a junior officer when we met. We both met who we knew as our senior and the original owner of this shirt, Frank Knight.” Amy nods, a solemn look on her face. Deraila took a staggered breath. “He wasn’t a good man… but dammit he wasn't a bad one either. He was broken… broken in many ways and regretted so many things…” They take a sip of his coffee. The room is filled with silence. Amy broke the silence after a few minutes.“He… despite his actions in the end almost treated me like his own kid…” Deraila had a increased frustration in their voice as they spoke “He just wanted his damned family back. And gods whe he started emptying out his heart about his past-” Amy completed their sentence “Some of his behaviors and actions made so much more sense” "the one thing I won't ever let him down on if he was alive was the murder of Danny Moto… he was just a kid when frank killed him. Sure yeah, Frank's guilt about the incident weighed heavy on his shoulders, and if there ever such thing as a afterlife, it probably still does weight heavy on him, despite what Erikah Mabayo said."

A heavy silence came into the room. Deraila's grip on her mug white-knuckled as her frustration as memories started flooding into their head. "To make matters worse for him around this time, his daughter was in a coma and he and his wife Karen Knight had just reunited. But that was short lived because of those fucking bastards Albert Tesla and Alden fucking Greene!!!" The volume of Deraila's voice had risen exponentially. The other members on the team looked on in shock as they see how angry Deraila seems. Amy placed a hand on their shoulder. "They dangled the promise of them being a whole family again. Nothing pisses me off then an empty promise. especially one that puts loved ones in a choke hold when it was just a scheme for something else!" Marina and Orlando look on in absolute shock. They haven't ever seen Deraila this angry. "TESLA HAD THE FUCKING GALL AFTER SENDING SOMEONE TO KILL FRANK TO TRY AND BAIT US AND KEEP THE UTOPIA OPEN BY USING THE KNIGHT FAMILY!" Deraila sends one of her fists flying through a wall. after that, she breaks down into tears. Amy looked like she was about to go into tears as well, remembering the happy faces of the complete Knight Family in the utopia. It was a first for Marina and Orlando to see Amy like this.

Sobbing between Amy and Deraila were the only things heard for just a few moments as those hours repeated in their heads. The desperation for answers from the suspects and their coworkers. The search for clues and the skull rattling laughter from Tesla mocking them. The adrenaline spike from the tension. Then came the bitter-sweet ending… Those smiles… the smiles of Laura and Daisy that they have only seen once but damn will they never forget them. The smiles of Frank and Karen, a broken couple that has been broken apart due to their grief but reunited for their bedridden daughter. In death, this family was reunited…

But Deraila and Amy can't help but weep at their deaths. After 15 years… they still couldn't help but cry for a family they barely knew. Yet somehow they loved the family all the same.

"I-I think I'm gonna head home after repairing this," Deraila said as she pulled her fist out of the wall, her hand a little bloody. Amy nods and says the same thing. Orlando, Marina, and Jack stand there in silence as their teammates walk off, wondering what they could possibly do to help…

[snimeat]

Wait. Sorry, but I read your tags and you have dyscalculia? I didn't even think it has a name, I thought it was part of the dyslexia chain of disorders... Which it is! But I didn't know it had a name! I can't believe someone has the same type of inconvenient bullshit as me! Tho, I'm guessing mine is much lighter, since I'm actually pretty good at math. With a lot of checking and people triple checking for me, and struggling with a line of an equation for like an hour before I can comprehend how simple it is in reality. Same with letters tho. The brain sometimes not comprehending what is visually presented and convincing itself it is wrong, when in fact it isn't. Words appearing out of nowhere in the middle of sentences when writing. Or words changing shapes and meanings as you read them, so you have to re-read a few times until your brain understands it. Fun times, sorry, I got into it.

I can't differentiate between 7 and 9 what's the quirk you got from it? XD I know it ain't funny, but I got excited! I mean, if this makes you uncomfortable to talk about, absolutely ignore this please ☀️

oh don’t worry, it’s part of the tumblrcore experience to read tags lmao.

but i do actually, i was also diagnosed quite late i was fourteen at the time. and boy, the struggles i had with it was huge and still is. i didn’t know it was in the same chain as dyslexia but thinking of it now, makes a lot of sense. nice to know a fellow dyscalculic too, i’ve never met anyone either. i don’t think i can define mine as lighter since it was one of the main source of anxiety for me growing up lmao. i just god, i suffered with the bare minimum when it comes to math. even the simplest of problems is difficult for me. i have trouble helping my almost 10 year old sister with her math stuff, to give you an example. i just run from it in any given circumstance. i think i do also double, triple check any calculations i do. i even take a step further and do it at least five times to make sure and my mind sometimes still goes “are you actually sure it’s correct?” and proceeds to count at least two or three more times to be sure, even when i have a calculator with me. my main struggle is forgetting the numbers i’m seeing, exchanging them, i have trouble telling the difference between thousands and millions and whatever else gets too may zeros or too many numbers, basically anything after 900 gets hard for me. it also affects my left and right, cannot get it right for the life of me. reading old clocks takes a few minutes lmao. but truly exchanging things was one of the main issues for me, and i wouldn’t even realise it. it was like my brain couldn’t see the mistake unless someone helped me get there. hm, what else?

< > these two symbols? trust me, i still don’t remember them to this day, i would have to use a visual written explanation to remember which one was which and i still would take a bit of time to get there because it’s just confusing to me. i never had trouble with letters necessarily, i don’t remember rn anyway. those math problems that required you to get an answer after seeing something like “matt has two apples and karen has whatever blah blah blah” i just couldn’t do it. geometric math was my deathbed. pythagora’s theorems HOLY FUCKING HELL my most hated back then. my brain would shut down and not work at all. the multiplication table thing? i swear to god unless it’s two or five (counting on my fingers btw) i can’t do it. it’s like i see math and i think i get it but i don’t, not really. it makes no sense in my brain, i can’t seem to grasp it fully. and it’s so frustrating. i could complain about my brain’s lack of understanding for a lifetime, okay?! 🤣