#they're first stopping in bree i bet

[rutobuka2]

where are our boys traveling to? 🍻

(Pippin will totally ask for them to stop at every pub anyway)

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

#dang it do i have a new oc now

Sounds like!! I'd love to hear more if you've got it!

(referring to my tags on this post)

You will meet a stranger, sometimes, if you make a habit to frequent taverns, inns, halls for game, or even the one tree where the young Bracegirdle cousins sneak off to play marbles. Well, you will like as not meet many strangers, except in the last case, but this one will be different. Or perhaps you get lucky, and don't frequent such places, but find yourself in one unexpectedly, and meet them regardless.

Everyone in Gondor knows someone who knows someone who met Lady Luck, no one has met her themself. If you do, starry-eyed romantics say, you'll be blessed with good fortune for all your days. The pragmatists tell you you'll be blessed with the good sense to discern a scam.

He may smirk at you after winning a bet, some dark-haired man, using his earnings to buy a round for the bar. It's always a different man, but it always goes to Alwed's tab. It keeps the crowd from getting too rowdy, even if the more superstitious get on edge.

No one remembers meeting them the first time, but dwarves with common sense avoid Audr's shell games and silver-toothed smile- you always win, but it's never worth it.

A woman with greying-gold hair and stiff fingers might call herself Eadrun, and challenge you to a game of dice. Few decline, and far fewer win.

For as few elves remain in Middle Earth, the one who calls himself Herendil and laughs as though his name is a joke should be recognizable. He seems young and lighthearted in a way most have lost, but he will play you cards, win just as much as he loses, and disappear, never recognized.

A hobbit-lass may giggle, red curls gleaming in the sun, and introduce herself as Peony Sandheaver, her family is visiting from Bree, and she wants to see how Shire-hobbits play Jacks.

Sometimes an orc prays over a set of knucklebones, knowing that at least one god will hear one prayer. Orcs have little luck in battle, but uncanny luck with dice.

There are countless stories, just as many true as not. Countless names, far more unnamed figures, always just out of place enough wherever they are to be interesting and promise new tales, never enough to provoke suspicion, not at first.

Even those in the Blessed Realm may find this dark-eyed stranger. Always dark-eyed, like bottles of dark glass. They stop by Aulë's workshop on occasion, to learn and suggest and play new games. They never win the first round, but most have the sense not to bet anything they aren't willing to lose on the second.

Oromë's people call them Umbarnica with a laugh and a toast in welcome. They thrive in the drunken revels after a successful hunt, sharp as ever as they dance from game to game, cackling at ill-advised propositions offered as collateral for or against a bet. Usually this means them winning to avoid it, a frequent enough occurrence as-is, but every now and then they'll decide to let someone get lucky. The bragging rights are the real reward.

And there are no guarantees with this stranger. No way to ensure their favor, though many ways to get their attention, few good. They like irony, take pleasure in hubris reaching its fall. They love superstition, even if they don't always honor it, and they love stories. There are gods that can be mistaken for kind, they are not one of them, created to serve the king the Dark Lord could have been. Their favorites are fickle, their grudges subtle but long-held. They love cheaters, unless they're at the end of the attempt. They will always catch you, and you will always regret it. They slink through candle-shadows and pipe-smoke, grinning, dance in town squares turned to faire grounds, curl up on comfy chairs indoors on rainy days.

But sometimes, in these days, you won't meet a stranger at all. Sometimes your storyteller will get a bright-dark glint in their eyes, and some dice will roll strangely high and some dice will roll strangely low and either way the story will be better for it. And if the next time the group meets you need to take a moment to remind the storyteller exactly what happened last session, well. That's why you take notes.

So pray to the dice-god, card-master, quick-sighted. It might do you no good, but they love superstition, and they love stories. And when you play a dark-eyed stranger, don't cheat at cards.

[thecameronchronicles]

Foster Part 2

TW: slight angst. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your arrival in the Outer Banks doesn't go as expected…in more ways than

WORD COUNT: 1100

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Foster Part 2

"Hey!" A voice booming, suddenly forced you awake along with the grip around your wrist. 

"Thanks for the ride..." John B teased as you realized you had been uncovered for not having a viable ticket. Pushing through the crowd gathered to collect their loved ones, you were torn beyond the unfamiliar faces before finding refuge in an alcove between two businesses. His body pressed against you just as before. Only now without the tension of uncertainty. 

"Bree?" A slightly accented tone brought your eyes to witness an attractive surfer extinguishing a cigarette once making eye contact to John B. It was only once noticing the incoming side-bro-hug that you made this connection. 

"Guess you came back the same way you left, huh?"

"Only this time, I'm not going back."

"Gotta say, Pope said that they wouldn't get you out of town, let alone out of the state, we had a bet on it...Kiara explained it was only because of the fact you were born in-" He paused, eyes widening when realizing you were not some tourist in passing. 

"JJ..." John B summoned his friend's focus. 

"I knew you were a smooth operator man, but you weren't even gone a week-"

You offered your name, explaining that you had come of your own vindication. 

"Actually, she blackmailed me-"

"I like you already..." JJ grinned. "Pope is gonna lose his shit to know you brought a girl back-"

"It's not like that-" You and John B spoke in unison.

"See, already finishing each other's sentences..." JJ set a hand to his chest, his dramatics unappreciated by both you and John B. Ultimately, the moment came to an end as JJ led the way to a more secluded part of The Outer Banks with water set to the west and a run down cabin-type residence to the right. 

"The Chateau..." John B explained. 

"Make yourself at home...we have..." JJ set himself on the couch, legs spread across an effortlessly beautiful girl as she cast him an expression of annoyed disgust until noticing you. 

"Um...hi..." She scowled at John B. Her skeptic chocolate irises widened to him before ultimately narrowing to you. The way she kneed the bookworm too focused on the pages of The Odyssey to notice your arrival had been enough of an understanding that she was "marking her territory". 

"She is the only reason I got back here so you guys can at least say hi." He directed his words towards her, who gave a half eye roll. 

"Who is she?"

"John B's new girlfriend. They even finish each other's sentences..." JJ teased. 

"She happened to be going this way too...that's all. But make her comfortable and stop acting like being nice to her will make you sick or something-"

"You DO realize that being here, they're gonna look here first." The soft spoken among them explained.

"We'll deal with that when it comes. We have a...other stuff to focus on..." He spoke in some kind of code as this brought the more reserved "pogue" to his feet. 

"Did you tell her?!"

"No."

"Tell me what?" You inquired before everyone began to look at one another before ultimately looking at you. 

"About the Kooks. Pains in the ass... They're so obsessed with us, they never leave us alone…"

"Yeah...I heard..." You explained, unaware just how JJ had directed the conversation to such a vast contrast to the truth. A truth you couldn't possibly have known as it was too outlandish to comprehend. Relief came over the face of his friends before he moved to his feet. 

"I think you need a proper tour of OBX. I'd have our trusted homeboy give it to ya, but anyone sees him and...well...he'd be sent back to where you came from...where did you come from?"

"Enough with the interrogation, JJ..."

"Just curious." He shrugged, flipping his lighter between his fingers, an obvious tick. 

"Kitchen. Bathroom. Bedroom. There. Done." John B spoke somehow charmingly, an arrogant smirk drawing your eyes to his lips before you noticed one door he hadn't described. 

"And that one?"

"My dad's office..." The atmosphere suddenly turned somber. Almost sour. 

"Anyway...I say we celebrate my return...fire tonight?" Smiles returned to his friends. 

"I'll get the supplies. Coming, Kie?"

"Oh, so you mean you're stealing them..." Kiara narrowed her eyes. 

"Charity. The JJ Maybank need to party charity. A worthy cause. Keeps me out of trouble but gets the girls of the Outer Banks something to-" Kiara pinched his arm and pulled him from The Chateau as "Pope", a name you only knew from the conversation, explained he'd make sure they didn't kill each other. Once again, you were left alone with John B. 

"So was your dad a spy or something?" He ran his hand nervously through his hair as you spoke. 

"No he's uh...he's missing."

"Oh shit...I didn't..."

"You'll learn soon enough. At least it was more exciting than just some deadbeat..."

"Oh?" 

"He got uh...lost at sea actually." You looked at him unsure how to respond. Having only known him less than twenty-four hours, you weren't sure if he was pulling some proverbial chain with this attempt at dark humor. But with the sincerity in his face, you found it to be his truth. 

"Wow..."

"Yeah. Anyway...that's why I was in the system...What about you?" You hesitated, not wanting to offer more than the basics as you didn't want to be some little sob story. 

"Same..." His brows raised. .

"Didn't realize it was a common occurrence these days."

"I just meant they aren't around." He held his hands up to surrender. 

"I get it. You don't want to tell me. That's fine...But we definitely need to get you out of those clothes." Your eyes widened in more humor than the horror that rose behind his. 

"I mean you'll draw too much attention." You covered quickly, the blush on his tan cheeks visible from anywhere in the Outer Banks from now. 

"I'm sure Kie has something you can wear..." He left you to survey the space around you, a littered scene of half consumed beer bottles and evidence of marijuana. Somehow both you knew were left by JJ. But each pogue left something set within The Chateau. Pope left behind his book and a bag concealing the same literary accompaniments, where Kiara left a sweater and a bracelet. All identifiable, even in the short introductions, or lack thereof, you came to know.

"Here..." John B returned, a tank and shorts over his arm. 

"I think she might mind..."

"Nah, Kie's cool. " 

"More like frigid" , You thought to yourself. 

"She just takes a bit to trust ya, is all. But I'm sure you'll be friends in no time. But I guess that depends how long you're staying." You paused, having only thought of getting here, not remaining. 

"Oh umm...just going with the flow I guess."

"Lucky for you, that's what pogues do best...." 

A few hours later, you found yourself nursing a warm beer, watching how everyone welcomed John B back as if he'd returned from some grand award. An apparent silent rule of keeping his presence quiet among them. 

"Why the hell is she here?" Kiara grunted as a beautiful blonde made her way from the shadows and to the fire. 

"Who's that?" You asked JJ, the only pogue who seemed to actually find comfort in your presence. 

"That's the kook princess, Sarah Cameron-" Your heart stopped. 

Cameron.

 The reason you were here, walking towards you, completely unaware of just why.

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[shaineybainey]

There's a poll that has Mikayla Makoola vs Bree Davenport, and listen, while no one asked, the choice is obvious for me:

Mikayla Makoola - hands down

Because while Bree was cool and all, Mikayla was just great. For one, she stayed true to who she was. She didn't really get influenced much by the people around her, and she didn't seem to have the need to people please. Throughout the series, she grew in multiple good ways as a person.

Also, while she could clearly handle combat a whole lot better than Brady and Boomer ever did, she didn't turn it into a competition.

Matter of fact, she and Boomer, the only two people who were there throughout, never became competitors. They actually became better friends who relied on each other even during war time.

Meanwhile, Adam, Bree, and Chase are always at each other's throats, ESPECIALLY during times of trouble. (And don't say, "All siblings are like that!" No. No, they're not.)

And look, this is gonna irritate some people, but y'all gotta blame the writers rather than getting upset with me: the Davenports (minus Tasha and Douglas) are just a disloyal bunch, period.

Yes, it's been years, and yes, I need to stop bellyaching about it, but it was just unreal. If someone was to save my life more than once? And s/he remains a great friend to me through thick and thin? Oh, you bet that person's always gonna have a seat at the table. I'm not gonna feed that person to the dogs at the first chance I get of being in power!

What kind of toxic?

Meanwhile, Mikayla, though she's definitely weirded out by the triplets, and though they get on her nerves so many times, she remained a great friend to them. Actually, she and Boomer were best friends when the series ended. I imagine they would still be the same up to this day.

And look, if she and Mason wanted to, they really could have usurped the kingdom. Brady and Boomer were so gullible that Lanny was able to trick them into doing all sorts of things that could have really gotten them killed and got Kinkow in trouble. He got pretty close sometimes to taking the throne for himself.

Mason and Mikayla are smarter. If they wanted to, they could have done it! They know the island better, have better rapport with the Islanders, are better fighters, and they already have the trust of the twins.

Overthrowing them would have been easy!

But they didn't. Because they're good people. And they had the patience (albeit begrudgingly) to wait on Boomer to grow into his full potential.

And you know what? He was getting there! He was still pretty childish by the end of the series, in all honesty, but he was really shaping up to be a great king!

Mikayla was there for Boomer through thick and thin, too. And he was there for her.

The Makoolas were just great people, man. Mikayla was a fantastic young woman who had her head on straight and who was always ready to defend her country, her family, and her friends.

So, yeah. Mikayla's the obvious choice for me.

[crystalwillow]

Hang The Job

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Casey Valentine

Word Count: 2.7K

Warning: Content includes the sexual harassment (in the workplace). If this makes you uncomfortable please skip over these parts (I will put then in purple), or click off of this writing/keep scrolling and I will be back with something lighter and friendly to everyone soon 😊❤

Tagging: @eleanorbloom @brycelahelalover @sophxwithers @princesslahela @queenofboops

Summary: What if Bryce was Casey's mentor instead of Ethan? Would she face the same struggles in getting him to go public with their relationship? Or would he happily come out with it when the bullying from other interns enters his O.R?

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Excitement.

That is what’s currently buzzing between the interns that are gathered in the surgical staff room of Edenbrook Hospital in front of their attending, Dr Lahela, who is about to announce who has the lead on a very exciting (for them) surgery. They were all chattering animatedly amongst themselves. All but one that is, who stood at the back of the rabble with their energy that of nervousness. Her name is Dr Casey Valentine, a young and very promising surgeon. Dr Lahela sings her praises quite a bit. Much to the annoyance of the other interns. They’ve been there merely 3 months and he’s sung her praises more than most, but what can she do? She can’t help that she’s naturally talented and good at surgeries. She can’t help that she was top of her class in med school. She can’t even help the fact that none of the other interns seem to want to even attempt to get to know her. 

“She’s probably sleeping with him.” one intern whispered to another

“Probably, it wouldn’t surprise me. It’s probably how she passed med school.”

"Though, I can see why he'd fuck her. She's probably amazing in bed. It's a shame scrubs are baggy."

The pair laughed together blissfully unaware Casey had heard them, and blissfully unaware that their attending had as well. 

“Ahem. Attention interns!” Dr Lahela shouted from the front of the room, holding up his hand to gather everyone's attention and soon the room fell into an excitable silence. 

“This is it.” Dr Bree shrilled excitedly grabbing the hand of the intern next to her as Casey leant against the wall in silence hoping and praying she didn’t get the lead. 

She wanted it of course, but if she got it then everyone else in that room would just have one more reason to hate her, to make sure they took the good food at the cafeteria before she could get to it and have a decent lunch. As Dr Lahela started up his talk before announcing who has received the lead, Casey closed her eye as she silently hoped and prayed she hadn’t got it.

“Please don’t let me have it. Please.” she begged silently in her head. 

“...and so, the intern that has the lead on this surgery because of their skill and dedication is; Dr Casey Valentine.”

As she heard her name carry to her ears from his voice her heart sank and her stomach flipped. It should have been from joy and gratefulness for being given the opportunity, but it was of unwilling dread instead. 

“Dr Valentine?” he asked.

But she didn’t look in his direction, she avoided looking at him altogether even as she felt his gaze burst into the side of her skull. 

“Dr Valentine.” he repeated. 

“Uh… sorry. I’ve got to-” she spoke and then ran out of the door and to the nearest restroom where she closed herself in a stall with a resounding slam before sliding down the door shuddering as silent tears escaped her. 

Confused, Dr Lahela dismissed the rest of the interns before turning to seek out Dr Harper Emery. As they neared the restrooms, they slowed their pace. 

“And what exactly happened?” Harper asks.

“I… I’m not sure. I gave her the news, she was zoned out but then came back to reality, freaked out and ran away.” Bryce explains. 

Harper nods with a small hum before pushing the door open, stopping at the threshold. “Get back to work Dr Lahela. I’ll see to things here.” she says over her shoulder before disappearing into the restrooms.

It wasn’t difficult to identify which stall Casey had closed herself in as there was only one door that was closed and Casey watched as Harper came to a stop in front of it. 

“Dr Valentine?” she asked with a hesitant knock.

“There’s other stalls.” Casey called out.

“That’s not why I’m saying your name. Can you open the door please.”

“N-no.”  

“Dr Valentine, I’m going to need you to open this door.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I understand that, but as the only woman that will check up on you because I’m not being petty over your abilities shining through more than mine, I don’t think you have much of a choice. The longer you keep us both from our work the more severe the amount of trouble we get into will be.”

Casey sat and thought over Harper’s words for a moment before leaning forwards with a sigh to unlock the door. Cautiously, Harper pushed it open and frowned sympathetically as she saw Casey with her head to her knees. 

“Casey…” she sighed with the warm affectionate tone of a mother as she crouched in front of her. “Why are you hiding out in here? What’s the matter?” 

“Nothing.”

“People don’t get announced as the lead on a massive surgery and run off as upset as you have. Something’s clearly going on here. Tell me.”

Casey looks at Harper for a brief moment before tucking her head back to her knees as more silent tears leave her eyes. 

“What about if we go to my office. Will you talk to me there?”

Casey looks up at her again and after a moment gives a subtle nod and Harper outstretches a hand to pull her up. Five minutes later, Casey is sat in a chair positioned  in Harper’s office around a small round coffee table. Harper crosses the room with 2 mugs of coffee and sits in the chair next to Casey’s.

“Come on, tell your Aunt Harper all about it. Why are you so upset about getting this lead?”

“Because I didn’t want it.” Casey responds numbly in a quiet voice.

“Why not? You’re a brilliantly talented surgeon. You have the skill set and determination to carry this through, I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want it.”

“Because I’m sick of not having any surgical friends and hearing whispers about how I must be sleeping with Dr Lahela to earn my praise, and it must be the only thing I know how to do. The other interns have bets on how many professors I’ve slept with to get a good grade throughout my life. And they even have bets on who can get me to open my legs to them first.”

As Casey stops to blow her nose Harper sits there with her mouth hung in shock at the things she is hearing. 

“So no,” Casey continues, “I didn’t want the lead. But not because I didn’t want to not get it, because I want the bets, jeering, taunting, just everything I have to endure from every other intern. I want it to stop but all Dr Lahela can say to me is how I should just ignore them, it will stop then; he had the same problem. But it’s not the same, because he's a guy and I’m a woman and he will never understand how disgusting I feel with those things going on even though everything they’re saying is untrue.”

A silence hung in the air after Casey finished spilling her emotions on the table and sagged with a shaking sob, Harper clenched her jaw. 

“Excuse me a moment.” Harper stated as she rose to her feet. Casey gave a nod and Harper left the room in search for Bryce. 

When Harper finally found Bryce 10 minutes later, he was in the break room with another surgeon. Harper greeted them with a smile as they passed by with their to-go cup of coffee and stopped next to Bryce as he stood in front of the coffee machine to make his own drink.

"Dr Em-" 

"What are you playing at?" Harper said her annoyance clear.

"What do mean? I'm making-"

"Not that." she all but hissed. "Giving Dr Valentine that lead despite knowing what's going on with her and the other interns." 

"Hey. Calm down, she won the lead based skill and merit."

"You and I may know that but those other interns do not. Do you have any idea what Casey is going through? What they say about her!?" 

"Of course I do. She's told me but she just has to igno-"

"Ignoring doesn't make the bets go away Dr Lahela!" Harper seethes deeply as she slams her palm on the side.

"Wh-what bets?" Bryce asks.

"Oh you don't know about those? The bets the others have on who can get her to open her legs to them first. Or the taunting of them saying sleeping with people to get to the top is all she knows? They're practically calling her a slut Dr Lahela and you're doing nothing to help it!" 

Bryce flinches as Harper gets angrier by the second. 

"She is up there in my office bawling her eyes out because of it and the fact you're just making it worse. So you either get a hold of those interns or you stop, in their eyes; mean every other intern, favouring Casey. Because I do not want to see an amazing, brilliant and bright doctor walk from their job because of workplace misconduct. Have I made that clear!?" 

"Y-yes, Dr Emery." Bryce stutters.

"Good." She retorts then spins on her heel leaving the room, heading back to the office.

When she arrives back Casey has disappeared and Harper looks around with a frown before her eyes land upon a note on her desk. 

‘Gone back to work. Dr Valentine’

With a weary sigh Harper crumples the note and tosses it into the trash beside her desk before reclaiming her seat and refocusing on her work. 

Many hours later after a grueling shift, Casey emerged from the staff dressing rooms to find Bryce waiting outside. 

“Dr Lahela!” she exclaims with a start, placing a hand over her heart. 

“Sorry.” he smiles apologetically. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I-it’s fine. Did… you need something? I was just about to head out for the night.” Casey responds.

“I did. Would you mind coming with me?”

“Oh! O-of course.” 

Casey shoulders her bag and follows Bryce through a series of corridors before coming to a large meeting room where a majority of the other interns are waiting. One looks at the door as Casey enters timidly, keeping her head down. She takes a seat separated from everyone else at the back of the room. 

“Right.” Bryce says sternly, his gaze looking for Casey. “Dr Valentine, if you could join me up the front please.”

Swallowing harshly, Casey joins him up the front though her gaze remains on the floor. 

“Now then.” Bryce continues, addressing the room; “It has been brought to my attention today by Dr Emery that despite my many warnings to you all regarding your teasing of Dr Valentine here, you’ve decided to continue with this behaviour. Not only that, you’ve decided to take it a step further and begun to sexually harass and bully Dr Valentine. Place bets on unspeakable things and make rude remarks about her that are simply opinion and not fact!” he shouts getting angrier by the second.

A deafening silence is cast over the room for a moment as the anger behind Bryce’s words settles in. He clears his throat to break the silence as he turns to Casey. 

“Dr Valentine. How have their words made you feel?”

“I… don’t want to do this. Dr Lahela, please.” she pleads quietly shrinking away towards the wall behind her. “They’ll just laugh at me, say it’s what I deserve.”

“And you’d be right.” A bulky intern retorts upon hearing Casey’s words. “It’s all little sluts like you deserve. Opening your legs to any and every superior to get to the top of any class, leaving the rest of us at the bottom like scum.”

“Maybe that because that’s exactly what you are. Dr Rolandale” Bryce bites back angrily. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me perfectly well you lowlife, fuckboy.” Bryce spits causing the other interns to gasp. “If that is how you’re going to speak to your colleagues and behave in my O.R. then you can leave.”

“What? You can’t seriously be sticking up for her!” Dr Rolandale exclaims, “Or has she promised to fuck you tonight and you need to keep her sweet?”

“Hand over your badge.” Bryce says even more angry than before as he shoves his hand out. “Your internship here is terminated. Effective immediately.”

Dr Rolandale stares at Bryce with his mouth agape as Bryce stares back at him angrily. After a brief moment Dr Rolandale removes his badge from his bag and slams it into Bryce’s hand. 

“You’re dismissed.” Bryce hisses and points to the door. “The rest of you remain seated.”

Bryce heads to the main table at the front of the room and throws the badge down then looks up to address the room. “Anyone else who wishes to maintain the same talk in my O.R. can add their badge to the pile and leave this room as well. I will not accept this behaviour from grown ass 27 and 28 year olds who know better. What Dr Valentine gets upto in her spare time is her business. What I get up to in my spare time is my business. So I will say it again, anyone who wishes to follow Dr Rolandale can place their badge in the pile and leave this hospital and my O.R.”

Another moment of silence follows his statement before 5 more doctors come forward placing their badges on the table, leaving out of the door. Bryce grips the back of a chair looking at each one of them with disgust as they step forward. 

Casey keeps her eyes downcast the entire time until Bryce speaks up again, the anger in his demeanour and voice clearly masked to the best of his ability. 

“I’m trusting that those of you who have stayed in this room do not share the same views about Dr Valentine as those who have just left.”

“No, Dr Lahela” They say in unison. 

Bryce nods as he takes in every face in the room. “I never want to hear of this in my O.R. ever again. Is that understood?”

They all nod in understanding, the shame on their face due to their actions evident as Casey looks up briefly.

“I suggest you go home and have a long hard think about what stress and turmoil you have put Dr Valentine through for the duration that this has been going on. Everything she has ever done, everything she had ever “won” has been through pure determination, skill, and dedication to her job. Opportunities she has been given, you would have had too had you been more focused on the reason you are actually here instead of being complicit participants in workplace harassment. This meeting is the last verbal warning I am giving you. Anymore and you will start to lose your jobs.”

“Yes, Dr Lahela.” They respond again in unison.

Bryce nods satisfied. “You are dismissed. But Dr Valentine, I would like you to stay please. We need to talk.”

Casey stands quietly beside the wall as the remaining of her fellow interns file out of the room, heading home for the evening. Once they are gone, Bryce drops into a seat with a thud and points to the one opposite him. She timidly takes the seat though her gaze remains downcast as she focuses on fiddling with her keychain. 

“Hey.” Bryce coos softly, reaching out to her as his anger towards the other interns dissipates “Look at me.”

After a few moments, Casey sniffles and looks up reluctantly to meet his brown orbs with her swollen, red, and puffy forest greens. She gives him a sad smile accompanied by a shrug. “Thanks” she says, but when she speaks her voice is hoarse and broken. 

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m your attending, addressing issues like this is also what I’m here for.” he smiles softly. “We may be dating outside of work, and yes it’s… unethical, but as humans we can’t help who we’re attracted to. I don’t know what work will bring for us from now on. But I do know one thing… I have feelings for you Casey Valentine and I’d be damned if I let some work ethics get in the way of us discovering who we could be. Together.”

Casey smiles softly as he takes her hand in his and gives a gentle squeeze. 

“How are you single for such a beautiful man?” Casey smiles, her voice remaining quiet.

“I just… haven’t found my person. Well… I may have with you. But… who knows? Only time will tell.”

Casey smiles and thanks Bryce a few more times before they leave the room. They embrace each other as Casey relays her thanks once more with a sniffle before turning away from him and heading home for the night. 

[humaudrey]

TheThings is back on their bullshit

(WARNING: LONG RANT AHEAD!!!!)

Anyone know how to delete a YouTube video from someone else's channel (or just their entire channel all together) because...

This

Is SO

I don't even have the words!!!!

Once again, your girl watches one of their videos (several times unfortunately to really analyze this ish) so y'all don't have to and let me tell you, this one is 1,000,000x more infuriating than the one when they belittled Uma to lift Mal and make her better in comparison (link to my post on that here).

I've been recommended this video so many times since the trailers for D3 dropped and when I saw the title, I KNEW I was gonna hate it and low and behold, I DID!

So let's go over their "5 Signs on why Audrey is the real threat", shall we?

#1. Audrey's Outburst

So, their first piece of evidence as to why Audrey's the unfathomable dark force (their exact words) is because of the fact that Audrey yelled no as Ben proposed to Mal, "ruining their beautiful moment". They then explain that it would be "natural for Audrey to be jealous since she is Ben's ex-girlfriend", being perfect okay with the ugly "black, bitter, ex-girlfriend" trope that many have loved to stick onto her in their fanfics (I see y'all 👀), and then compares that moment to when Ben asked Mal to be his date for coronation in D1, stating that she didn't react so strongly before, so why now? EXCUSE ME?! Our girl left the Tourney Field crying that her BOYFRIEND had serenaded another girl with a love song, and not a single person ran after her. She had every reason to be upset then, too. Who's to even say why Audrey's saying no? It could be a terrible misdirect on the trailer's part. The theory that Audrey's possessed is swirling around everywhere, maybe it had already begun to take effect, which is why she's "acting so strangely". D3 hasn't even been released and they're already villainizing her. Figures.

They also use the typical argument that Audrey's into titles and she wants what Mal has, and that she didn't want Chad because he was merely a prince.

She doesn't want Chad because CHAD CHARMING IS A MANIPULATIVE TOOL! Ask Evie! Chad only thinks that being king would get Audrey's attention. You wanna talk about jealousy? Titles? If ant character is jealous of anyone's titles, it's Chad freaking Charming, not Audrey.

#2. The Crown

An obvious piece of evidence is the fact that "Audrey" steals the Queen's crown and Maleficent's scepter from the museum. Whatever, right? They assume that Audrey's faking her slumber when the sleeping spell hits, giving her an alibi. They then have the FREAKING AUDACITY to say that AUDREY, a non magical princess, who has been so anti-magic since D1 (with a grandmother who she loves dearly, that's triggered by the mention of said spells and curses), was the cause of the curse. Their evidence? Well, her family's VERY familiar with it, so it makes sense, right?

NO!!!!

Audrey has NO magic whatsoever!!! Did they forget that? The only reason her family is "so familiar" with the sleeping spell is because THEY ARE VICTIMS OF SAID SLEEPING SPELL!!!! And it's not like she could cast it, because, again, AUDREY HAS NO MAGIC!! If anyone is familiar with a sleeping spell, it's Mal. After all, she almost put Evie under just so she could grab her mother's specter from her.

How dare you take an Innocent family's trauma and turn it around to make them the bad guys?

#3. The Scepter

They continue to say that "Audrey" is to blame for the sleeping spell, rather than Celia, Hades, or Uma because "Audrey" has the specter. And immediately, they suggest that maybe Audrey's not working only. You wanna bet who they hinted Audrey was cooperating with?

If you guessed Uma, you'd be correct. All because Uma's seen laughing in her teaser. WHAT?! So, not only do you attempt to take Audrey's entire character and drag it through the mud, you take ANOTHER black girl's name that you've already tried to ruin and tarnish and say they're working together because they're BITTER?

If they're BITTER, it's ONLY BECAUSE YOUR WHITE, PLAIN, BARNEY COLORED DRAGON FAIRY PRIVILEGED PRINCESS PROSPECT FAVE had treated them HORRIBLY.

They end their third sign with the line "We knew Audrey was a mean girl, but we didn't think she'd stoop so low".

The meanest thing Audrey has ever done INTENTIONALLY, was 1.) Tell Evie that she and her family don't have a royal status in Auradon (to which, she is technically correct) and 2.) Tell Mal that she and Ben wouldn't last because she's "the bad girl infatuation".

Jane should be branded the mean girl because she turns on the one girl that helped her with her rise to popularity (which, granted, was for malicious INTENTIONS and caused EVEN MORE self esteem issues by degrading her).

MAL should be branded the mean girl, if anyone! She's:

Dumped rotten shrimp on her former best friend because she laughed at her

Forced a guy to throw a party since his mother was away, knowing that his abusive mother wouldn't be okay with it

Then locked a girl in a closet full of BEAR TRAPS at said party all because she wasn't invited to her birthday party when they were SIX YEARS OLD

Dumped lye on another former best friend's hair because she DIDN'T WANT TO BE COMPARED TO HER

Told another girl that all she had going for her was her personality, so she needed the wand to make herself pretty

ROOFIED HER SOON TO BE BOYFRIEND INTO DATING HER IN THE FIRST PLACE JUST TO GET A FRONT ROW SEAT AT HIS CORONATION SO SHE COULD STEAL THE WAND

AND TAKES SAID WAND FROM THE GIRL SHE EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATED EARLIER AND POINTS IT DIRECTLY AT AUDREY ALL BECAUSE SHE KNEW THAT MAL WASN'T GOOD FROM THE JUMP

Let's see a video ranking Mal's top five worst moments, huh? There's plenty of those to use for a freaking video.

#4. It's All About Mal (sounds like D3)

They start this point off with: "Audrey has beef with Mal".

AS SHE SHOULD!

They use the fact that Mal stole her boyfriend and her title and their families history with one another, so Audrey has this motivation to ACT OUT AGAINST HER ENTIRE COUNTRY? Not buying it! I won't buy it, especially since both parties seemed to have made amends at the end of D1 when Mal silently curtsies as a lame form of an apology that Audrey gracefully accepts anyway like the future Queen of Auroria would. Audrey's even seen bowing willingly at the end of Set It Off, and is even cheering and dancing with her friends as Mal and Ben share their moment under the fireworks, so clearly, Audrey's not broken up about it in the slightest.

They propose a theory that Audrey's absence in D2 is because she's planning her revenge in Sherwood Forest, and that she doesn't have car troubles because "Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather should be more than capable of handling it, so she's only calling Chad to help her plot her scheme.

Whatever they're smoking, I want it.

Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather can't help Audrey with her car troubles because of the MAGIC BAN!! They needed Chad to help with her car.

And I HIGHLY DOUBT that Disney would plan something so carefully since the entire series is branded with plot holes and inconsistencies anyway, so... 🐸☕

#5. Face Off Time

Their final point states that Mal has to face off against the enemy and they use the first teaser of dragon-Mal blowing fire at "Audrey" on top of the castle, and the card at the end that says "betrayal", that Audrey has betrayed all of Auradon. And since Mal only turns into a dragon against SERIOUS ENEMIES LIKE UMA IN D2, Audrey has to be a REAL THREAT.

Thank God they're probably not making a D4, because if they continue this trend of WOC wronged by Mal as the villain, I'd be scared for Evie...

So, in their words, Audrey and Uma, two of the few black girls in the entire franchise who have every God given right not to like/trust Mal, are Mal's MOST SERIOUS rivals, as if Hades doesn't at ALL pose a threat to Auradon. No, Audrey is So mUcH MOre THreATEninG thAN ThE GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD, SO SHE MUST BE STOPPED!!!

I see you, TheThings, and if I didn't despise your channel before, I hate it that much more now after enduring 5 minutes of hell with you guys.

AND, TO TOP IT ALL OFF THEY CLEARLY SHOW THEIR BIAS OF MAL OVER AUDREY!!

Like, just say you're racist and GO! Audrey's clearly influenced by some magical being, whether it be Hades (WHO WE SEE DOING SOME KIND OF MAGICAL RITUAL WITH HER AND HIS EMBER IN A TRAILER, BUT I GUESS THEY CHOSE TO IGNORE IT FOR SOME REASON 🐸☕), Dr. Facilier, Celia, or maybe even Maleficent. Your reasons for making Audrey the villain are pathetic, and I wish I could block a YouTube Channel so I would NEVER see another video from your channel ever again.

I'm so sick of how "mean" brown girls are treated in media AND fandoms. Why does Audrey get all of his libel while Mal gets away with EVERYTHING? Why are the Cheryl Blossoms, the Quinn Fabrays, the Kitty Wildes, and every other mean girl that Emma Roberts has ever played are so praised and are instant fan favorites while the Josie McCoys, the Santana Lopezes, and the Brees are seen as the bullies when, at the end of the day, they're both different sides of the same damn coin?

And if you don't see a problem with this, then, newsflash, you are the problem!

So, I end my rant with this:

And a short tag list containing: @amityravenclawelf and @coco-rena because I know these two are looking forward to this!

Have a wonderful day everyone!

And I apologize for the typos but I was HEATED!!