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littlestarofthewest · 4 years ago

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Forever ago request that I started long ago and finally finished. Hope you'll see this, anon.

Title: Saved by the Bell | Words: 2,611 | Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Arthur x female reader

You can't exactly tell when it started; you just know it's getting worse. For a few weeks now, you and Arthur have been dancing around each other, making jokes and comments that aren't solely friendly. You also don't remember who started it, but now that you're both in it, neither of you wants to give in and stop.

Somehow, Arthur always manages to do his work right in front of you, often needlessly shirtless, giving you a good look at his muscular body. In turn, you bend over way more than necessary, not caring if your clothes stay in place, exposing your cleavage or legs up to your thighs.

Today, it's one of those days again. Arthur is chopping wood, always in your frame of vision, once again refusing to wear a shirt. He only stops when you use helping Pearson as an excuse to lick your fingers clean at every chance you get.

Arthur disappears after that. You see him again when you're down by the river to clean some clothes. He washes barely a few steps away from you. Unlucky for him, you're not the most squeamish when it comes to cold water. Only dressed in your chemise, you don't care how the stream soaks the fabric, making it cling to your thighs.

By the time Arthur walks over to you, you managed to get a few splashes of water on your chest as well, letting your breasts shine through like a beacon in the night. Arthur's eyes clearly rest there for a moment before he looks at your face.

"Charles said you wanted to come on our next hunting trip. That true?" he asks.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?"

"Lots of wild animals out there. It's pretty dangerous."

You know he doesn't mean that. After all, you've been out with them before. The whole conversation is just another way of teasing you. Arthur is standing way closer than he has to or does with the other girls. Droplets of water are still searching their way through the hair on his chest to run down over his stomach before they find their end at the hem of his jeans, not allowed to venture any deeper. Just like your gaze.

After weeks and weeks of this, it begins to annoy you. "You know, the chance of being ravished by some wild beast out there doesn't scare me at all. In fact, it would be a nice change of pace."

Arthur needs a moment to process your answer, and something in his face and posture shifts. "Are you sure? You could get hurt."

He sounds way too serious, and maybe you should get to the bottom of it, but you're out of patience. You get up and pick up the basket with the clothes before leaning over to Arthur. "I'm tired of the chase, Arthur. If you want your prey, you shoot it, or you don't. You don't make it run until it wants to throw itself off a cliff just to put an end to it."

Arthur opens his mouth but doesn't say anything. At that moment, you decide that you don't want a man who can't be honest about what he wants. You gave Arthur enough hints, making clear that you wouldn't be opposed to taking it a step further with him. If he can't act on that, then you'll call it quits.

"Maybe I'll find someone else to hunt with," you say, walking away. For a brief moment, you have a flicker of hope that Arthur might hold you back, but the silence behind you is absolut. It's over.

[Line Break]

A week later, Arthur and Micah bring in a big score. They're the most unlikely pair out there, but Arthur is also the only one who can keep Micah in check aside from Dutch. Arthur chooses to work with him, so nobody else has to.

It's barely past noon, but a little celebration is born. People are singing and drinking, and while you're usually not much into booze, you make an exception this time. Micah, on the other hand, gets drunk faster than anybody else. That's probably why he tries to talk to you at all. You could never stand him and made that so clear that even a thickhead like Micah accepted that he should avoid you. Today, he seems to have forgotten all about that.

"Come on, doll. We've just gotten off to a bad start. I'm sure we can become friends."

The way he lets his eyes roam over your body makes it pretty clear that being friends is the last thing on his mind. Usually, you would have told him to get lost, but Arthur is walking over to get another beer, and an evil voice inside you tells you to get even.

"Friends, huh?" you say, reaching for the collar of Micah's shirt. You straighten it before running your fingers over his skin, playing with the little hairs on Micah's chest. "That all?"

Micah grins, trying to puff himself up. Instead, he sways dangerously, barely able to stand upright. "Oh, I can be more than that. Say the word, and I'll show you a good time."

It's not lost on you that Arthur hasn't moved from his spot. He's just standing there, listening in on your conversation. "Tell you what," you say, leaning over to Micah and dropping your voice, "I'll think about it, but you have to do a lot better than this."

Arthur drops the bottle he's holding, but Micah pays him no mind, too occupied with you. "Let's go right now."

"Get sober first," you say and push Micah, making him fall flat on his ass. You walk away, hearing Micah laugh behind you.

You hope that he's forgotten all about this when he wakes up. You don't have the nerve to keep him off your back again, but Arthur's reaction was worth it.

Not in the mood to participate in the festivities, you grab a basket from Pearson's wagon before venturing into the woods to find berries or mushrooms. The sun drops down through the trees, basking even the darkest places in a warm light. The bushes hang ripe with berries and picking a few, you wish everything was that easy.

You're about to move on when you hear something behind you. Pulling your knife out, you whisk around, the basket dropping to the floor. Arthur is coming out from behind a few trees, lifting up his hands as he sees you. "Just me."

"Why are you following me?"

"I was just heading into the woods," Arthur grunts. "Is that a crime now?"

You put away your knife and drop to your knees to collect the scattered berries. Arthur moves over to help you, annoying you even more. You can't be angry at him for being nice.

"Cowardice should be a crime," you murmur under your breath.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see how Arthur clenches his jaw, fighting not to give you an answer. Two berries later, he loses the battle. "I'm not a coward."

"If you say so."

"I'm not afraid," Arthur huffs, "just because I'm not an asshole like Micah."

You grab one of the berries so hard that it crushes in your hand. "At least he wants me and acted on it."

"Who says I don't want you?" Arthur hisses.

Your faces are only inches apart now, and you stay there to hold your ground. "If you want me, Arthur, you have to take me. You can't-"

You don't get a chance to finish the sentence. Arthur closes the gap between you and presses a hard kiss on your lips. At first, you're too stunned to react, but then you throw your arms around Arthur's neck, eager for more.

Spurred on by your reaction, Arthur moves closer, and you topple over into the grass, Arthur on top of you. He kisses you open-mouthed and sloppy, his hands digging into your sides. It's almost painful, but you can't hold back either, running your hands over his chest.

While opening his shirt, you rip off a button, and it flies away into the bushes, never to be seen again. Arthur kisses along your neck while his hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts. You arch your back, pressing up against him, and Arthur opens your dress. With quick fingers, he manages to work it down enough to expose you and leans in to kiss every inch he can reach. You thread your fingers into Arthur's hair and can't help that you pull on it when he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Finally," you gasp, and Arthur reaches down to pull up your dress.

His hand immediately goes to your center, his hand sneaking into your underwear to tease your pussy. With how long you've been waiting for this and the rough treatment of Arthur now, it's no surprise that you're soaking wet for him, and Arthur moans against your skin at the touch.

"You really want to get ravished, huh?" he murmurs, and this time you pull his hair on purpose.

"You really should listen better."

"Fine," Arthur grunts, something in his voice that makes your skin tingle in anticipation. "Turn around."

He gives you free and helps you along, rolling you onto your stomach. "Arthur, what-?"

You can't finish the question and let out a surprised squeal when Arthur grabs you by the waist and lifts you up, forcing you to go on all fours. He pushes your skirt up with the same enthusiasm as before and pulls down your underwear, just enough to have access.

For a moment, you can't feel Arthur but hear him rummaging around with his own clothes. Then, a warm hand finds your thigh, the touch setting butterflies free in your stomach. Arthur might talk about ravishing you, but doesn't have it in him to hurt you, still way more careful than you're used to.

He moves closer, making you feel his heat as he brushes his cock along your wet folds before pushing in. You claw your fingers into the ground under you as Arthur stretches you open, pushing in deep until he draws a soft cry from your lips. He stills then, hesitating once more.

"Arthur, please," you say, pushing back against him, "more."

Finally, Arthur moves with more confidence. He thrusts into you while his fingers dig into your hips, holding on to you for leverage. Knowing that you're not that far from camp, you try your best to stay quiet, but with the way Arthur treats you now, you can't suppress eager moans.

When you add the occasional "God, yes" and call out Arthur's name, he groans and goes even harder. You dig your hands into the ground and push back against Arthur, your insides on fire. It borders on being painful, but you still can't help begging for more.

Arthur runs his hand over your back and up your neck before he fists his fingers into your hair. The touch alone sends heat waves through your body, and then Arthur pulls. You're forced to lift your head to avoid the pain and hollow your back, lifting your ass even higher in the process.

Using the new angle, Arthur takes you without mercy, holding on to your hair. You're completely under his control, unable to move unless you want it to hurt. Cries of pleasure escape you, and without warning, Arthur pushes you down on the ground.

He only glides out of you to get into a new position, then he forces your legs apart with his own, pushing back into you. You groan when you feel Arthur's weight on you, and he grabs your hair again, making you lift your head.

"Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?" Arthur asks, something dark in his voice.

Before you can answer, he already thrusts into you, and you remember how you talked about being ravished by a wild beast. It seems Arthur finally takes your words to heart. He barely gives you a second to breathe, holding you in that limbo between pain and pleasure, and your only choice is to take what he gives you.

When Arthur finally lets go of your hair, he puts his hand around your throat, and although there's no pressure on it, the gesture alone has you whimpering.

"You're mine now," Arthur says, his breath hot against your ear. "No more joking around with Micah, you understand?"

"I was just-"

Arthur only moves his fingers, and you become quiet, barely able to breathe.

"Try that again," Arthur says, and you swallow hard, sure that Arthur can feel it.

"No Micah," you say, and Arthur hums, satisfied.

He picks up the pace, only interrupting the way he ruts into you to pull back and push in deep, making you cry out each time. By now, you're sure that at least one person in camp must have heard you, but Arthur gives you no chance to think about it.

He's everywhere, his voice, his touch, and his cock, filling you up so good that you're trembling with lust. You feel like you can barely take it anymore when Arthur reaches under you, his fingers pressing against your clit. Trapped between his hand and the constant thrusts, you can't hold on any longer.

"Arthur, I-" you manage to say but break off when your orgasm hits your core and rushes in waves through the rest of your body.

Arthur holds still as your muscles tighten around him, letting you set the pace for now. You push back against him, riding the last waves before your body relaxes and Arthur glides out of you.

He carefully turns you around, cupping your face with his hand. "You're alright?"

You lift your head to kiss him, a big smile hopping onto your face. "More than alright."

"Good," Arthur says, kissing you back, and you reach down between the two of you.

"Come here, big boy."

Arthur moans when you grab his cock, and when he tries to protest, you kiss him and hold on to his neck. This time, it's you who doesn't give him a chance to move, your hand sneaking into his hair.

Arthur curses against your lips as you tuck at a few strands and his cock pulses in your hand. He buries his face against your neck, his hips bucking, and finally, everything goes quiet.

You both take slow breaths before Arthur lies down next to you, staring up into the trees.

"You know, we could have done that months ago," you say, unable to keep the snide out of your voice.

Arthur huffs. It's a single, somewhat defeated sound coming from deep within. "I admit it, I'm an idiot."

You turn to him, running your hand over his chest. "It's my fault, too. I could have been more forward instead of waiting until even Micah made a move."

"I said no Micah," Arthur groans.

"What? If it wasn't for him, you never would have made a move," you tease. "You should thank-"

Arthur moves over so fast that you barely see it before his lips seal yours.

"I thank Micah in hell," he growls, fury in his eyes. "And I think I said no more Micah talk."

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes, but you can't help the tingling feeling that his voice sends all over your body. "I'll shut up if you make me."

Arthur laughs and leans over you, his lips almost touching yours. He grabs a strand of your hair, letting it run through his fingers. "I think I know just the way to do that."

#arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfic #fulfilled requests #my writing #nsft

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bandstolookup · 3 years ago

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bloopbloopsworld · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas @littlestarofthewest!! I hope you enjoy this little charthur fic I’ve cooked up for you!

Summary: After Sean’s rescue, Arthur and Charles go on a ride in the woods

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The air in the camp was joval and bright tonight. Pearson had cooked the biggest pot of stew he could make while Lenny started a fire and Uncle pulled out the booze. Arthur could hear Dutch’s braying laughter, who had one arm on Sean’s shoulders and a bottle of gin in his hands, all the way from his tent. During Sean’s rescue, Arthur had been shot and was attempting to now patch himself up. The bullet grazed him, luckily, but it still stung and needed stitches. Sean had seemed disappointed that he declined their invitation to their party but Dutch reassured him as he guided him to the campfire with the others instead. Ever with the words, Dutch was.

Arthur gritted his teeth as he poured some liquor onto the wound, the tequila running down his arm as he hissed in pain. Despite the stinging, he began the suture. The bullet had hit right across his upper arm, making it difficult to stitch himself up. He grunted as he ignored the ache starting in his other arm and dug the needle into his skin and back out. He was on his third stitch when a shadow was cast down on his tent, blocking his light. He looked up to see Charles, arms crossed, a concerned look on his face.

“Do you need help with that?”

Arthur chuckled dryly. “Yes please. Thank you kindly.” Charles took a seat next to Arthur and took the needle from his hands, making them brush against one another slightly.

“Here, face me.” He turned, accidentally knocking their knees together.

“Sorry.“

"You’re alright.” Arthur coughed as Charles began his stitches. They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the campfire and singing of the others. It would’ve felt peaceful if not for the sharp sting he received every minute and the nervousness he suddenly felt as Charles did his work on him. He hissed once more as he dug the needle especially deep during one stitch.

“Sorry. Are you alright?”

“S’fine.” He muttered. Charles continued and Arthur swallowed the pain. He could feel Charles’ rough fingers graze on his skin every few seconds, making him shiver. He gripped his bedsheets as he put in the final stitch and set the needle down.

“Done. Let me clean it up for you.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.” But Charles had already gotten up and grabbed the cloth from the shaving kit and sat back down.

“Turn to your side.” Sighing, Arthur obeyed and scooted around, now having Charles to his right. As he dabbed the cloth on his blood covered stitches, Arthur bit his lip, almost in frustration.

“Hey Charles,” he began slowly, “do you wanna go for a ride?”

“A ride?” He dipped the cloth into a cup of water. “This late?”

“Just to clear the mind, it’s been a long day for all of us.”

“I don’t think the others will want to leave.” He looked to the group near the fire.

Arthur lightly touched his fresh stitches. “Then just you and me go then. I’m tired of people.”

Charles swatted Arthur’s hand away from the suture. “Let them heal. And okay. Let’s go, I’ll get my horse.”

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The moon lit their path as they slowly guided their horses down the grassy trail and onto the road. Crickets chirped quietly, and occasionally, a frog croaked. But besides that, the night was still. Arthur clicked at his horse, her neighing back. The horse’s hoofs beat into the ground, showing their trail on the dirt, and creating a sound that now soothed Arthur whenever he heard it.

“Not a soul out tonight.” He said.

“Best time to ride then, don’t you think? No lawmen, no bounty hunters, just you and nature.” Charles took a deep breath in. “Take it in now, Arthur. By tomorrow, there’ll be horses and people kicking up dirt and things will be restless once again.”

Arthur looked out to the river. The moon reflected off the water, making it seem as if the currents carried diamonds. “Moon makes it seem like our own little paradise.”

“I wish it was. Then maybe this whole mess would be put aside.”

“Yeah…” He gazed up at the stars who seemed to be winking at him. “Charles…” He hesitated.

“Yeah, Arthur?”

“Do you–” A deer emerged from the brush and shot past the horses, waking them from their trance. Charles’ horse neighed and moved backwards while Arthur’s reared in shock, bucking him off. Arthur yelled in surprise as he crashed to the ground while his horse took off into the night. His head spun wildly and he looked up to the sky again to find the stars now seemingly laughing at him.

“Arthur!” Charles jumped off his horse and outstretched a hand. “You okay?” Arthur took his hand and pushed himself off the ground. They were close now – Arthur could smell Charles’ dotted short and long midnight hair: they had the faintest scent of soap, leather, and the wood that he always disappeared into. Charles himself was looking around for the deer but it had vanished along with whatever had scared it. He looked back to his companion.

“You okay?” He asked, his eyebrows creased in worry.

“Yeah, yeah. Jesus, where’s my horse?” He looked around into the forest.

“Seems to have run off. I’ll help you find it. C’mon, it can’t have gone far.” They began for the forest, Charles leading his horse, rein in his hand, and Arthur by his side.

“Girl!” He whistled, cupping his mouth. “Here girl!” Charles leaned down and picked up something off the ground. He brushed the dirt off it and handed it to Arthur.

“Here, your hat.”

“Thanks,” said Arthur taking. He steadied it on his head and whistled once more. “C’mere girl!” There was a whinny from the forest and they pressed forward. They followed the makeshift path recently created, littered with crushed grass and snapped twigs and branches to a small clearing where Arthur’s horse stood, shaking its long mane and braying.

“She seems to be fine.” Charles said as Arthur soothed her.

“Yeah, looks like it,” he said taking the rein. “Damn, I’m gonna have a bruise from that fall.”

“Let me have a look at it.“

Arthur shook his head. "Naw, I’m fine, honest.”

“What if your stitches reopened?”

“Charles I’m sure it’s fine–” Charles gave him that look. That look that always told him it was time to shut up and drop it. That this was happening. He sighed. “Okay.” He plopped down and sat on a nearby boulder. Charles knelt down next to him.

“I’m gonna need you to take off your shirt, Arthur.“

He swallowed. "Right.” Slowly, he took his shirt into his fingers and pulled it over him. It covered his arms now before he pulled it all the way off and draped it on his lap. Charles positioned himself behind him as Arthur lowered his head in hopes that maybe that would hide his cheeks that were beginning to burn. First, he checked his sides, making sure that no bruises had began to develop. Next, he began to run his fingers once more across the fresh stitches. Charles mumbled something Arthur couldn’t catch and sighed deeply.

“They’ve reopened.” He said. “I don’t have any supplies on me, so we’ll have to fix you up back at camp.”

“I think I have needle and thread in my satchel,” Arthur offered, now looking up, fiddling with his shirt. “Some whiskey maybe too."

"Okay, hold on.” Charles stood and grabbed the satchel that Arthur had left lying next to the stone and dug in its insides.

“Check the second pocket.” Arthur called. He eventually fished out a needle and thread and a half empty bottle of whiskey and set the bag down. He kneeled once more, set the thread and needle down, and pulled out a cloth from his pocket.

“This might sting.”

“I’ve had worse.” Charles just shook his head and unscrewed the cap. He plugged the top of the bottle with the cloth and turned the bottle over. He set it down and gently dabbed the cloth onto the undone stitches. Arthur flinched but let him continue. It was a while before he finished again and it was a while before Arthur felt like he could finally breathe again. Charles readied their horses as Arthur pulled his shirt back on, fumbling with the buttons that seemed to refuse to button back up.

“Here.” He hadn’t even noticed that Charles had come over and was now standing in front of him. He took the small opening of the shirt and pushed the button through the first, then second, and so on. They didn’t speak for what seemed like ages to him. It seemed impossible to anyway. There was something that Arthur couldn’t put his finger on. The air between them felt thick, filled with something that felt familiar yet he couldn’t name.

“You’re too kind.” he said, attempting to make a joke, hoping to cut whatever thick emotion filled them. It wasn’t anger or awkwardness. Just a tension that seemed to go unnamed. “Doin’ all this.”

“You can repay me some other time.” Charles replied.

“Alright then, what exactly would you like?” Silence followed that question. Charles finished buttoning his shirt and looked up at Arthur. They stared at one another, a million thoughts entering and leaving Arthur’s mind a second. His cheeks began to glow a bright red. He leaned forward and he could feel Charles’ breath – hot and slow. He looked Charles in the eyes as if to ask him. Charles nodded. Arthur, hesitating for a moment, stood a bit taller, on his tippy-toes, and placed a kiss on his lips. It was quick and light at first, as if he was afraid someone would find them out in the middle of the woods. But after Charles kissed back, it was all over. He pulled Charles’ shirt down, bringing him closer, closing any space that there had been between them. Charles wrapped one arm around Arthur’s waist and used the other to cup Arthur’s face. It was deep and full of the turmoil and emotion they’d been feeling ever since Charles had walked into camp and shook Arthur’s hand. The kiss was only broken for a few moments to catch their breaths before they re-entered the fray.

It was something Arthur had been wanting for the longest time. With all of Charles’ touches and every advance, he thought that he was going to soon burst. It was only the feeling, the fear of uncertainty that held him back. Would Charles ever accept him, the feelings he had for him?

He had his answer tonight.

Finally, they broke apart, breathing heavily and exchanging glances. They held onto one another, swaying in the moonlight for a few moments, in silence. Charles played with Arthur’s hair that he had been growing out while Arthur let his head rest on Charles’ shoulder.

It was Charles that eventually pulled away, after whispering, “it’s getting late,” cupping his face gently.

Arthur sighed, nodded, and broke away. He took his satchel and strung it on his shoulder while Charles smoothed down his shirt, clearing his throat. Arthur wanted to do it again so badly, but he knew that Charles was right. "Let’s go then.” They climbed onto their horses and began back into the wood, riding closer to one another then they had before. Charles’ hand brushed next to Arthur’s and after no complaint, he took it and intertwined their fingers. Arthur sighed, a hole that had been dented into his soul now feeling as if it was being refilled. He looked up to the sky as they left the clearing and saw the stars winking once more.

#rdrsecretsanta #charthur #arthur morgan #charles smith #rdr2

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kittywriites · 2 years ago

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River let out an incredulous little scoff, his shoulders lifting in a questioning shrug. “Is it totally outside the realm of possibility that I might actually like you, and like hanging out with you, even when we’re not getting naked?”

open to: m relationship: fwb, dating, fbuddies, friend of one of her brothers or of her father ✨

" yeah... we fuck, so what?? as if you ever really think about me outside of that, " because most men she messed with rarely did. why would he be any different?? " like, let's not pretend like i'm not just on call pussy for you, okay?? i like to keep things realistic, "

#thread ;; river pearson #river ;; yamile #rennisaturate #listen gimme a fuckbuddies/friend's sibling combo lmao

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kittywriites · 2 years ago

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closed ;; @fatedtragedy — based on these tags & THAT ONE POST where muse a wakes up to find muse b covered in blood but it’s not theirs bc whoops they’re a murderer and they got interrupted !!!

It wasn’t unusual for River to wake up and find Xiomara’s side of the bed empty — she liked going on late night walks, exclusively alone, and he’d long since gotten used to that. What was unusual, however, was shuffling into the kitchen to find her standing at the kitchen sink, covered in what looked remarkably like – “Is that blood?!” He was fully awake and at her side instantly, eyes frantically searching for the source. There was so much. “What the hell happened?! Are you okay?!” One hand grasped her red splattered face as the other went about a gentle but frantic search for an open wound down the front of her body. “Baby, what the fuck happened?”

#thread ;; river pearson #river ;; xiomara #fatedtragedy #I WINGED IT OK

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last-tambourine · 5 years ago

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I am intimate with dirt

"I am intimate with the dirt,” she wrote of the Netflix pit. “It has infiltrated everything. It is all over me and under me. It is Love Canal, sewage from the Mississippi, cigarette butts, marijuana ash, slave remains, rats, mice, Three Mile Island, Mount Etna, Mount Saint Helen, Dust Bowl, Adam, Eve, serpent, Satan, Chernobyl, Berlin Wall, acid rain, asbestos, uranium, geraniums, 9/11, 7/11, Donner Party, bird beaks, pigeon claws, squirrel tails, gerbil puke, hamster wheels, insulation, Saran Wrap, Mason Pearson bristles, dental floss, Nagasaki, Hiroshima, Mafia hits washed up from the East River, syringes, works, the residue at the bottom of the empty bag of dope, coal waste, cookie crumbs, broken bottles, rusty nails, Bataan Death March, Manila massacre, Boston Tea Party, frog legs, goldfish, mutant ninja turtles, alligators from Florida, red algae, yellow fever, Agent Orange, bubonic plague, gold teeth, silver spoons, copper wires, iron ore, Crest with fluoride, whitening strips, stripper tips, dollar bills, twenties laced with cocaine, subway tokens, expired MetroCards with unused fare, tickets to see Star Wars in 1976, bicentennial souvenirs, gutta-percha, cat guts, doll parts, golf balls, tennis racket strings, cashmere socks, polyester, rayon, pylon, nylon, Mylar, warped vinyl, scratched CDs, crispy leaves, shredded lettuce, tarnished keys, queen bees, xerox paper, pepper spray, Prozac pills, poppers, pooper scoopers, hula hoops, leis, fecal matter, aborted fetuses, snot, rot, cots, bots, shot glass shards, broken windows, chimney smoke, dice, playing cards, poker chips, lollipop sticks, toothpicks, used tissues, dirty handkerchiefs, bandanna threads, kite pine needles, kite strings, toilet water, wolf fangs, sunburn peel, hangnails, cavities, skin, scabs, split ends, fur balls, chicken bones, dissected cadavers, wisdom teeth, crash test dummies, Big Bang, Little Miss Muffet, Humpty Dumpty, Rip Van Winkle, bog wood, petrified forest, oyster shells, freshwater pearls, blood diamonds, Star rubies, asteroids, primordial ooze, love letters, promises kept and broken.”

#elizabeth wurtzel #cancer

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nobodiesheartlessshitblog45 · 6 years ago

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Simple Moments Scars.

RDR2 Fanfic

Emma road into near town to pick some few for Susan.

It had a been over month since she went out on her own, so it felt good to be independent again, and riding into did sound like a great idea.

She walks into a the store, pick up some Black thread, Needles. For reason Mr. Pearson asked herto pick a skillet.

Emma walked into the store, as she was looking around a few people were eyeing as she was she was browsing the shelfs

An elderly gentleman was standing next to her giving her disapproval look, eye the scars and eyepatch.

Emma: ... ... (looks at her) Hello? Can help you?

The man gives her discussed look and walks away. Emma stood there for a few moments, and found the black thread and a skillet, and brought a the items up the Clerk.

Emma: Hello. (Smiles sweetly)

Clerk: Hello, Ma’ma. How are y— Oh, my! I mean, did you did what you were lookin’ for?

Emma: (forces the smile) Yes, sir.

She payed and walked out the General store in a hurry, feeling eyes on her she walked out.

Emma: ... (thinking) What the hell is everyone deal?! It’s like I have two head!

She looks at herself in the shop window, seeing her the right side of her face large scared covering her and eyepatch over stitched eye.

She sighs and begins walking down the sheet.

There people all around, walking by going about her day. A few people would stop and give her odd looks.

Emma just ignored them and walks down the sheet, taking her time looking around. Looking into the shops and market place.

She was walking on a stone bridge.

She stops and removes her eyepatch, and itches her sares. She looks out at the water, and some few men, fishing in a boat

She leans over the edge, and smiles peaceful. A moment of calm washing over her.

She watches as she saw a few ducks swinging by, when she heard a whispers from a 2 young woman standing near by.

They were well dressed and were looking at Emma with some form of discussed, some jewelry on, and their hair was nicely done.

Woman 1: Look at those scars on her face Isabella. Hideous. And... is she missing an eyes?!

Woman 2: My lord, how can anyone walk looking like that. Girl has no shame, Jessica, no shame at all. Lord help that girl.

Emma stood there, looking at the water, and truns to look at them.

Emma: I can hear you.

Jessica: Ahhhggg! Look at her face, Isabella! It’s so disgusting!

Isabella: (walks up to her) Who do think you are walking around like that in public place like this?

Emma: Um... Because it’s public, dumpass.

Isabella: This place is only public for upper class. Not ... Well, people like you.

Emma: Excuse me. (gets angry) The hell do you mean people like me?!

Isabella: Just look at you. Look at your face! (points to Emma’s right side) How can any woman walk around looking like you and be proud. You’re a distance. You’re ugly, you’re repulsive. You are absolutely disgusting! You should ashamed about yourself looking they you do!

Emma said nothing only places a hand her right eye.

Then Jessica pops up from behind her sister.

Jessica: Stop talking to her. She could be the devil himself...!

Emma: ... ... Boo!

The two girls let out a horrifying shrieks, alerting one of the nearby officers.

Officer: What’s going on?!

Emma: (calming looks at the officer) I was minding my own business when these two-

Jessica: (butts in) T-This ... thing was trying to attack us!

Emma: ... ... Seriously.

Isabella: It’s true! She’s out of her mind, and tried to attack us honestly Christian women!

Emma crossing her arms, rolling her left eye.

The officer was trying to comfort you two woman door, and looks at Emma, and gives a disgusted look he notices her scars.

Officer: Ma’am, I’m gonna ask ya too leave.

Emma: Huh?! What...?! I didn’t do anything...!

Officer: Leave, of I’ll have to arrest you for disturbing the peace...

Emma stood there looking at the The officer, and the two girl, who gave her smug look.

Emma: ... ... F-Fine... I’m... I’m going.

She picks her bag, and begin walking away, down the bridge. As she was walking away, and trying to hold back tears.

She walks down by the river, and stood, drops the bag, picks up a rock and throws in the river.

Breathing angrly before sitting down the ground shaking.

Just then a family of ducks were walking, Emma saw them, and thought for a moment and reached into her and pulled out a bread ripped off a chunk and began feeding the duckings.

The duckings ran right over where to Rose drop the small bits of bread. The began eating

Emma then held out her, and the little ducklings were eating out her of it.

She smiles and watches the family of ducks and hen noticed a pare od of boots, lying on ground near bushes.

Emma raises brow and walks over or the boots, and looks into the bushes.

Arthur was lying there, on his back, not moving.

Emma smiles and laughs to herself, shaking her head in amusement.

Emma: ... Well, this isn’t a surprise. Hey! Arthur!

Arthur says nothing, he rolls over on to side and grumbles softly.

Emma: C’mon, you big idiot, raise and shine~. (kneels down and shake him)

Arthur: (groan) ... Shhhhh... I’m dyin’, come back later...

Emma: Heheheh. We’re in public park. You’re gonna get in trouble if a lawmen finds you passed here. Get your drunken ass up, Morgan.

Arthur grumbles, but slowly sits up, his head was pounding, the sun Burning his eyes. He looks around confused.

Arthur: ... This ain’t my tent...

Emma: No shit. Now c’mon.

She helps Arthur to his feet, Arthur takes a few steps and falls over.

Emma: (starts laughing) Haha. I guess you boys must had fun last night.

Arthur: Ugghh, I don’t even remember what we did... Hahah. Ow... hehe. (places hand on his head) Aw shit, I lost my hat. And The rest of fellers.

Emma: I’m sure they’re around or in jail, and we can get you a new hat. (pats him on the back) I can help you look for them.

Arthur: Y-Yeah, later... Give me a moment to regret my Life decisions.

He sits down, and sees the little ducklings walking up to him.

Arthur: (smiles) Hello there, little ones. Where did you come from?

Emma: They my new gang.

Arthur: Heh. Is that so?

Emma: Yep. I decided to start my own outlaw gang.

Arthur crakes a smile and she sits down next to him, and hands a some bread. Arthur takes it and they start feeding the ducklings together.

Arthur holds out his hand letting the little duckling eat the the bits of bread.

Arthur looks over, and sees that Emma seemed to be sad and lost in lost.

Arthur: You okay, Em?

Emma: Hm? (looks at him) Yeah. Just... thinking.

Arthur: Okay. Ya wanna talks about?

Emma: ... Not really.

Arthur nods and two said nothing for a bit and sat down watching momma duck and thelittle ones go into the river and swim off.

Arthur: There gose your gang.

Emma: Yep. They were good members.

Arthur: Heh. Who are you here with?

Emma: It’s just me. I needed a to get away from the camp a bit.

Arthur nods understanding where’s coming from, slowly stands up, and stretche.

Arthur: I should, whoa, (stumbles) find the other’s.

Emma: Mind if I come with?

Arthur: Sure. Always enjoy your company, Em.

They two walked together, Arthur’s head was still pounding.

Arthur: Ughhh... You wouldn’t happen have an coffee with ya?

Emma: No, sorry, cowboy.

Arthur: I feel like was run over by a train... Twice.

Emma: Who were you with? And what did you guys do?

Arthur: Um, Hosea, Charles, Sean, Uncle, Karen, Lenny went back I believe... Some fellers were givin’ Karen a hard time and ... Well, needless to say we took care of’em, and that’s all remember.

Emma juat smiles, when they heard someone calling their names, Hosea, Javier and Charles coming over.

Javier had few hickeys this on his neck, a shit eating grin on his face.

Emma: Mornin’, boys.

Javier: And a mornin’ to you, Emma. You look absolutely ravishing today~.

Emma stairs at him, and looks at then for a few moments, forces a grin.

Charles noticed, and picked something was bothering her, but stay quiet as she and Javier talked.

Emma: Soooo, got lucky?

Javier: Hoho! You have no idea. I am a ladies man. I can understand the feelings of women.

Emma: Pfff, yeah! Sure! (walks pass him)

Javier: I do!

Emma: Whatever. Morning, Charles. (walks up to him, kissing him) Morning, Hosea.

Hosea: Mornin’, Emma.

Javier gives Emma a sour look, then two beautiful called out to him for a balcony.

Woman 1: Raul, do you really have to go?

Woman 2: Stay with us! We can work things out!

Javier stood there, gives a devilish smirk, walks up pulling his hat over face.

Arthur just rolls his eyes and walks away lighting a cigarette, Hosea and Emma give each side ways glances and Charles just stood there, kind of amused.

Javier: I’m sorry, rosas delicadas. But I must go. It was a magical night, and I will not forget you.

He takes his hat, bows his head, turns on his heels, walking away in a dramatic way, while the girl calling to him.

Arthur: Do you even remember their names?

Javier: I cannot remember. But (smirks) Ya see, my good friends, I’m lady’s man... I’m a gentleman of Grace the dignity.

Just then his starts rumble, his face gose green.

Javier: OH FUCK!!! (rans to the edge of the water, and starts dry heaving)

Hosea: ... A man of Grace and dignity indeed. (starts couching)

Emma looks at him worried, places her hand on his shoulder.

Hosea: I-I’m fine, dear. (gives her smile)

Emma: Are you sure? Y-You’ve been coughing a lately.

Hosea places a on her over the side of her face, smiling at her gently.

Hosea: My darlin’ Emma, I’m more than fine. Try not to worry about me.

Emma nods and his gives her kiss on the fourhead, then looks at Charles.

Hosea: Keep eye this one, Mr. Smith.

Charles: I will.

Emma: Well, I’m the only with one eye, so I can keep an eye myself easily.

Hosea: ... That’s not funny.

Arthur: It kinda is. (standing by smoking a cigarette)

Hosea give Arthur a look, who shrugs.

Emma: I’m gonna look around town a little more.

Charles: I’ll come with you.

Emma smiles and say their goodbye to Arthur and Hosea who going to looks for the other.

Arthur: Hey, Charles.

Charles looks at him, Arthur looks at Emma who was walking ahead of Charles.

Arthur: ... Make sure she’s okay for me.

Charles: I will.

And the two walked as poor Javier was standing by the river.

Javier: I-I’ll, ugh, be here... ... ... I hate my life... (starts to vomiting again)

Charles was walking with Emma, looking around. They didn’t say, Charles looks at Emma.

She facing the ground, a somewhat sad look in her, her shoulder were tense.

Charles: Somethin wrong.

Emma: ... No, I’m fine.

Charles: Emma.

Emma: I-I don’t wanna talk about it, Charles! Just leave it be.

Charles takes her hand gently. takes her hand.

She stop, and starts shaking, sniffing, she slowly turns to him, crying.

Charles reaches out and whipping away the tears, and takes to her to the near by wooden ear so they could get some privacy.

Making sure the far away enough. Charles looks at her.

Charles: Emma, you don’t have to hid anything for me. You can tell me.

Emma: It’s (whips her life eye) ... stupid.

Charles: ... (lifts up her chin) It ain’t stupid if botherin’ you.

Emma looks at him, then looks to side, feeling embarrassed, she takes a few moments.

Emma: O-Okay, if I tell you what’s bothering me, promise me you will not laugh.

Charles: I would never. You can trust me.

Emma: ... (takes a few deep breaths) Do... Do you think I’m ugly?

Charles was takes aback by this.

Charles: No. Never. W-What made you think that?

Emma: Ya know just... a random question. No big deal. (smiles)

Charles gives her sympathetic look, them Emma finally talked him about those dump rich girl said about her and scars.

Emma: ... I-I know. It’s really dump, and I don’t care what other’s think normaly but... Lately my ... I’ve noticed that people would give me weird looks when I walk down the sheet, and... and what those girls said... I (sniff) I can’t help feeling very uncomfortable about the way I look now. (starts to cry)

Charles looks at her, reaches out and removes her eyepatch, and kisses her scars.

Emma blinks, and Charles just smiles at her.

Charles: Beautiful. You, Emma Rogers, are just so damn beautiful. Scars and all.

Emma stood there, a tears falling down her face, the left side of her eye.

Charles pulls her into a kiss, and stood on her tippy toes, the a loud female moan could hread.

Charles: Oh~. Darlin’, I definitely made you feel better.

Emma: T-That ... wasn’t me

Karen: Huh?! Who’s there’s?!

She pokes her out from behind bushes and tree. Charles and Emma started at her.

Karen: Oh, it’s only two... Um, mind if ya ... ya know... git.

Sean: ... Karen, love~... Why-Why did ya stooooopp~.

Emma: ... ... We’re leaving.

Charles: Yeah.

The two walked out the woods and back into town. The both of them stood there, looked at each other, began laughing.

Charles smiles warmly has Emma had the beautiful smile on her as she was laughing so hard.

The hread their names being called and saw Javier walks over.

Javier: What’s so funny?

Emma: Haha. Nothing. Just... stay away from that area. Karen and Sean are having sex over there.

Javier: ... ... But the hotel is down that way. (jerks his thumb behind him)

Charles and Emma shrug and the they walks away, as they were walking Emma spots the Isabella and Jessica walking near by.

Emma: ... ...(smiles Evily) Javier, Charles, can I borrow come of clothes?

The men look at and each other.

The two rich women were making they’re down to the park, laughing and talked when they heard something for the bushes.

Jessica: What in the world was that?

Isabella: It could be a squirrel.

They kept walking, but when now and then they would hear loud footsteps from behind them.

Isabell: W-Who’s there! (turns around) You... You best back away. Our daddy is a rich lawyer!

Just then they was a loud evil which Like catliing sound, the and figures steps out of the woods behind them.

The woman scream, when has Emma had Charles hat and long jacket , Jacket’a and Poncho and hat, Arthur’s Black bandanna covering her.

Isabella: W-WHAT... WHO ARE YOU!!

Emma: Heheheh~! (in creepy old woman voice) I’m the Witch of The river... The trees of Speke about two of the most beautiful girls in the land... AaaaHehehehhehhe!!!

The two girl held each other, both of them white as ghost, while Arthur, Charles and Javier stood hidden behind trees, trying not laugh.

Isabella: A-A which?!

Jessica: Oh, lord, a-are the devil’s mistress?!

Emma: ... ... Um, Yes. I am! And I have for your—-

Jessica: AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH! SHE’S GONNA TAKE OUR SOULS!!

Isabella: PLEASE DON’T OWN SOULS!!!

Emma trying not laugh, keeps her Javier hand his hands over mouth, Arthur leaning against and the tree, grining at the show, Charles was still watching smiling watch Emma almost braking character.

Emma: NO, FOOLISH MORTAL, Pff... I’m come for your fresh! I wish become as beautiful as thee, unless...

Jessica: Unless...?! Unless what?!

Emma: Let me think...

Isabella: Tell us!

Emma: DON’T PISS OFF THE RIVER WITCH, YOU RICH BRATS!!

The girl screaming again, and began ripping off their jewelry and throw the purses at her.

Isabella: TAKE EVERYTHING!! WE’RE SORRY!!

Jessica: THIS IS GOOD!? PLEASE DON’T OUR BEAUTY!!!

Emma: (brakes character) Holy shit... Yeah, this is good. I’ll take it.

The the men began rawring with laughing. Isabella and Jessica were shaking.

Isabella: What’s... What’s the hell?!

Emma: Oh?! (Gose back to creepy old lady voice) THOSE AER MY HELL DEMONS!!! GO BEFORE THEY DRAG YOU YOU HELL!!! OR EAT YOU EEEEHAHAHAHHAHAH!!

The two girls yelled screaming and ran out the woods.

After making sure the were Emma bursts into laughter, Javier falls onto the ground, howling, Arthur whips his eyes, and Charles was holding onto the tree, trying to breath.

Javier: Oh Dios... oh, haha. An excellent performance, Emma. Well done. (claps)

Emma: Thank you, thanks very much. (bows) Haha. Yeah, now can you help me take all of this. I’m sweating like hell.

The men were laughing, and help Emma remove all the clothing.

Arthur: Oh, wow. Look this. (picks up one of necklaces) Dutch is gonna be a happy man when we bring this back home.

Emma: Ah, it feels good to working again, scaring the shit outta people and get pity revenge.

Charles chuckles and kisses her, and keeps watches, they gathered all the money and jewelry, and ran off before the lawmen showed up.

Needless to say today was very good day.

#rdd2 #rdr2 charles #charles smith #rdr2 javier #rdr2 arthur #arthur morgan #rdr2 hosea #female oc

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jbuffyangel · 6 years ago

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Boom: This Is Us 3x09 Review: (The Beginning is the End is the Beginning)

Well now that’s a twists I didn’t see coming.

Let’s dig in...

Jack and Nicky

Jack has spent the last two weeks trying to clean Nicky up. It’s not going great. Nicky off drugs is no more amiable than Nicky on drugs. As I said before, he’s no picnic. But traumatized people seldom are and what they need is someone to never give up on them. For Nicky, that’s Jack.

But Jack is running out of time. He has 48 hours to clean Nicky up before he’s put back on his old base. Jack informs Nicky about the ticking clock after Nick punches Jack square in the jaw. DON’T HIT JACK NICKY! IT’S JACK!!!

Jack takes Nicky to a spot across the river. The town they are stationed in looks small from a distance. Jack tries to explain to Nicky Vietnam will be a distant memory once they get home.

Source: @livelovecaliforniadreams

Unfortunately, a Jack Pearson speech is not going to fix Nicky. I think it’s important for us to see that there are problems not even Jack can solve. He’s not God. Jack is just a man trying to save his brother.

But a “distant memory” isn’t how war, drug abuse and PTSD work. Even Jack had difficulty coping with Vietnam once he returned home. He tried to bury his pain and it became the source for his alcoholism.

Source: @livelovecaliforniadreams

So, if a man like Jack is traumatized from war what has it done to someone like Nicky? Someone who is gentle, sweet and, shy. Someone who doesn’t have a reserve of emotional strength like Jack. Someone who is unable to cope with his fear. Vietnam broke Nicky the same as it did Jack, but only one Pearson boy found a way to hold himself together in Vietnam. Only one Pearson boy put himself back together once he returned home.

Nicky: I don’t want to get clean, Jack. I see it all again when I get clean. I’m not gonna complete the mission.

This is probably the most heartbreaking line of the episode. We cannot save those who do not want to be saved. Nicky wants to be high. He wants all his memories washed away in a wave of euphoria. The drugs take the pain away and all Nicky wants is to stay in that place no matter how short a time. It doesn’t matter to him that he’ll keep chasing the same high, but it will become shorter and less intense. It doesn’t matter to him that he’ll need to take more drugs to have the same effect. None of it matters to Nicky because he’s an addict.

Jack returns from a mission to find Nicky missing. Then, there’s an explosion. A boat blew up with one of the men on it. Of course, Jack believes it’s Nicky and he dives into the river to save him. However, we never see Jack arrive at the wreckage or pull anyone from the water. The camera simply cuts away.

STORY TIME. So, before my husband and I began watching the episode he said to me he believes Nicky is really alive and he didn’t die in the war. I mocked him, quite thoroughly.

Me: You are nuts. That’s the crap Arrow pulls. This is This Is Us.

Husband: He’s totally alive.

Me: You are totally wrong and delusional.

Then, Kevin’s guide tells him he never found a record of his uncle’s death. I said to myself, “Well it was Vietnam. It’s completely possible they missed a body.”

Source: @livelovecaliforniadreams

And then we cut to old man Nicky living in a dilapidated trailer. My husband just quietly gloated. Now I have to eat crow for the next decade. Thanks a lot, writers.

This is absolutely a twist I did not see coming as evidence by my overly confident mocking. I have no idea how Nicky survived Vietnam. My initial guess is he faked his death and went AWOL. I don’t think Jack knew he was alive, but it brings up a lot of questions. As shockers go this was a spectacular one.

Kevin and Zoe

Is Kevin making a documentary with Zoe? I don’t know how I missed that, but apparently I did. His comment about getting a good ending makes a lot more sense to me now.

It’s cool to see Kevin walking the same roads in the same towns his father once was.

Source: whitefluffyyeti

I was certain the man still living in the village was going to be the injured boy who Jack helped. Yeah, I was 0/2 this week. I’m not great at guessing This Is Us plots. lol The conversation proved fruitful regardless. This is a transformative trip for Kevin. I don’t think he sees in all the ways just yet. He’s getting answers to questions he wasn’t even asking.

In some ways, Vietnam became what Jack said. It looks completely different with a little time and distance. Kevin sits down with the villager and he’s hoping he will recognize either the woman in the photo or his father. The villager recognizes neither, but the conversation goes in a direction Kevin wasn’t expecting.

“They both hid their war stories. They both pretended to be okay for their children.”

Two sons, whose father’s were once enemies, have a chance to sit down and discuss who their fathers were. Kevin and this villager have very little in common, but they have this thin thread that connects the past and present. One day we are enemies on a battle field. The next we are drinking tea and sharing stories about our loved ones. It is a crazy, wonderful and frightening world we live in.

As disappointed as Kevin is not to get any answers about the necklace, I think Jack would be profoundly proud of his son. Kevin found the answer Jack wanted him to find. The necklace was Jack’s reminder to hold onto his humanity no matter the circumstances. The thank you was a constant reminder to be a good man, which gave Jack purpose. By sitting down with that villager, and sharing stories of their fathers, Kevin found the humanity his father searched so hard for in Vietnam. Kevin connected to the little bit of peace Jack had during his time at war.

But discovering Jack’s brother Nicky is alive? That’s the BOOM ending Kevin wanted for his documentary.

So much of Kevin’s search is focused on the woman wearing the necklace in the photo. Kevin is almost driven by fear that there was another woman his father loved and he held on to her for all these years even while married to Rebecca. We know the truth though. There is only one woman in Jack Pearson’s heart and it will always be his Bec.

Vietnam has never been about a woman for Jack. Vietnam is about Nicky Pearson. Kevin is going to find the brother Jack lost years ago. Jack’s son is going to do what he couldn’t. Kevin is going to bring Nicky home.

Source: @livelovecaliforniadreams

Kate and Toby

I just need good things for these two, particularly since our marital rocks Randall and Beth are headed for a rough patch. I want Toby and Kate to enjoy this pregnancy. I know how impossible that is. There wasn’t a day of my pregnancy I wasn’t absolutely terrified, because I had a miscarriage. My pregnancy with my daughter also became an absolute nightmare and I wish in those earlier days, when I wasn’t so sick, I had been able to enjoy more moments like Toby and Kate had tonight.

Kate doesn’t want to be surprised about the gender of the baby. I feel you girl. One of my few happy days of pregnancy was finding out we were having a girl. Toby and Kate are terrified knowing the gender will make it more difficult if they lose the baby. But Toby eventually comes to conclusion that it will be devastating if they lose this baby too. There is no protecting themselves from that pain, so they might as well enjoy the pregnancy while things are good.

And things are good. They are having a boy. Of course, they will name him Jack. I accept no other suggestions.

Source: @livelovecaliforniadreams

Kate also decides to finish her degree after she is turned down for a job she’s perfect for, a chorus instructor, because she doesn’t have a college degree. I cannot describe how insanely challenging it is to continue your education when you have children. It’s not impossible, but it is difficult. So, Kate should absolutely use this time to finish her degree.

Rebecca and Tess

Soooo… Kate outed Tess to Rebecca. My initial reaction was NOT COOL KATE.

But then I thought about it. I realized if it were my child, niece or nephew I would want someone close by to know so they could keep an eye on the child. If Kate lived nearby she probably wouldn’t have said anything. Telling Rebecca may make Tess hesitant to trust Kate going forward though. Bottom line: Kate betrayed Tess’ trust, but she did it out of love and concern. Sometimes a child’s privacy has to be sacrificed in order to protect and help him/her.

I love Rebecca because she’s just so damn earnest. She is a beautiful 5’7” column of love. Rebecca so desperately wants to help sometimes she oversteps. She almost always backs her way into help. Rebecca screws up the opening move, but she lands the dismount.

Carrying secrets does way on your soul and body. Rebecca has had her fair share of secrets. It’s kind of a Pearson family trait to bury your feelings deep and I admire Rebecca for trying to break the cycle with her granddaughter. Tess decides to tell her parents largely because of her grandmother’s advice and experience.

Randall and Beth

Oh boy.

Randall has his first city council debate and even though he gets his mojo rolling it takes awhile. Unfortunately, his campaign manager informs Randall he is just too far behind Sol Brown and he’s going to lose the race.

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Tess tells Randall and Beth she might be gay and the three have a touching heart to heart. They are parenting goals. Randall and Beth sit down to regroup and drink some wine. Beth finally tells Randall she wants him to drop out of the race since they have so much going on around the house. Beth didn’t anticipate much of an argument since he’s losing. After all, Randall promised her that if the race ever got to be too much for the family that he would drop out.

Unfortunately, Randall does not keep his promise. He tells Beth has to see this through.

Wow. Just… wow. I don’t think being married to a Pearson is always the easiest thing because these children are occasionally narcissistic. We’ve seen it with both Kate and Kevin. Randall was our shining star though and he just came crashing to the ground.

I don’t think Beth was ever jazzed about Randall running for city councilman, particularly for a city I think he lives at least 45 minutes away from. But she put on her supportive wife hat and went out campaigning. She even tried to make Randall’s dream her dream. It didn’t work.

Things have changed though. Beth finally mentions their finances and how they’ve had to dip into savings to make “the dream” happen.

Blessed be to Jesus someone finally addressed the bills. They are officially not the Rockefellers. I couldn’t figure out what the heck was going on. Then add in Deja and Tess’ emotional upheaval and Beth’s unemployment… she is absolutely right. There’s a lot going on right now.

But here’s the kicker – none of those “things” going on right now directly relate to Randall. He’s not the one in emotional upheaval or unemployed. Randall is fine so Randall is going to do what Randall wants to do. However, I have a feeling if the shoe was on the other foot and Randall was in emotional upheaval or lost his job the whole household would grind to a halt to help him through it. Or at least Beth would.

I don’t understand how Randall can say his family will always be his number one priority, when Beth outlines all the ways this campaign does not prioritize the family. Randall is very clearly putting his campaign before the family. So, as of right now, the campaign is more important to Randall than how his wife feels or what his family needs. Of course, he made promises to potential constituents, but the promises he made to his wife and daughters is more important.

I talk a lot about balance in a marriage. Marriage is never 50/50. It’s more like 60/40 or 30/70 or 90/10. Our needs shift in a marriage. One partner is giving more while the other is receiving more. What’s important is the support shifts along with the needs in the marriage and that’s what makes it 50/50. One partner cannot carry the supportive weight 100% of the time. That doesn’t make for a healthy relationship.

I believe Randall and Beth have a healthy relationship and an outstanding marriage. However, I think there’s been a continued focus on Randall for quite awhile. All for good reasons, but now is a time where the needs have shifted and therefore so should the support. But Randall isn’t shifting. He’s not giving the same as he’s received. The spotlight needs to shift to Beth and Randall refuses to take a step back. And Beth has every reason to be pissed.

The flash forwards reveal the “she” everyone is going to visit is Rebecca. There seems to be some apprehension on Tess’ part, so maybe Grandma isn’t doing well. Rebecca would almost be in her eighties. Also, the way she described her bones aching in present day felt like some kind of clue to whatever medical issue may be going on with Rebecca in the future.

Tess tells Randall she will call her mother in the car and then it cuts to Beth standing on a balcony watching ballet dancers.

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She is obviously running her own dance program, since her assistant called her boss. So, Beth’s passion is dance and she found her way to it. YEAH!!! She remembers to bring “Pin The Tail On The Donkey,” a Big Three birthday party tradition, so maybe it’s Rebecca’s birthday. The flash forwards seem to imply Randall and Beth are not together, but I don’t believe that for a second. I think the heaviness comes from whatever is going on with Rebecca and not from marital strife.

Beth and Randall are going through a rough patch right now, which happens in a marriage. This feels like a bomb going off right now because there are some long simmering issues Beth and Randall have to deal with coming to a head. However, I have no doubt they will work it out though.

I’d start by apologizing Randall.

Stray Thoughts

Kevin is my travel soul mate. I’m a planner too.

I want a shirtless selfie. How do I get a shirtless selfie Kevin?

Copacetic? Annie is like 5! Mini genius alert.

“Return it like Serena.” YASSS SISTER.

A city councilman shoveling my driveway? Randall gets my vote. SOLD.

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