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Mini Fanfic #1217: Best Pals Forever (Pokemon: Dogs in Love 2)

Crap Gorps: But....Because I knew youuu~

Jolteon: Because I knew youuuu~

Crap Gorps/Jolteon: Because I knew you~ I have been chaaaaaaaanged......For goooooooood~

Two best friends giggles softly as they lean over and Hugs one another.

Jolteon: I love you man~

Crap Gorps: Ditto- (Suddenly Felt Something Small and Wet Drop on him as He Looks Up and Sees) Hm? It's raining? But I thought it was supposed to be- (Eyes Widened at the Realization) Oh no. Uhh..... buddy?-

Jolteon: (Already Tearing Up) I love you so much, Crap Gooorrps!~

Crap Gorps: (Quickly and Gently Rubs Jolteon's Back in Comfort) I know, I know. I love you too, man. I'm.....pretty sure we already established that seconds ago-

Jolteon: Our friendship is so sacred to me!~ I don't want this all to end noooow!~

Crap Gorps: Wait. (Pulls Away For a Second) Is that what you've been worried about? Our friendship?

Jolteon: Coming to an ennnnnnnnd!~

The rain starts going down more harder than originally as the sound of thunder begins to emerge.

Crap Gorps: (Quickly Went Back to Rubbing his Pal's Back in Panic) Hey-Hey-Hey! It's okay! It's okay. Don't cry. Our friendship isn't going anywhere.

Jolteon: (Puts his Wailing on Hold and Stares at Crap Gorps with His Sad, Sparkling Eyes) Really? ('Sniff') Really? Are you sure?

Crap Gorps: (Gives Jolteon a Reassuring Smile) Positive, man. (Chuckles Lightly) Heck, if anything, this is the most positive I've been a very long while- (Stops Chuckling Once He Realizes He Said a (Very Weak) Swearing Word in Front his Now Pouting Friend) Uhh- ('Clear Throat') Sorry.

Jolteon: ('Sigh') It's fine. I'll allow it just this once, Crap Gorps. (Lightly Boops on Crap Gorps (Non Existent) Nose)

Crap Gorps: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Okay, great! But seriously though, even if we do go our seperate ways, which I can't stress enough, HIGHLY doubt that will ever happen anytime soon, our friendship won't automatically break apart along with it. We've been through so much together let it all go to waste now, am I right?

Jolteon: Yeah. ('Sniff') I don't want it all to go away....

Crap Gorps: (Gently Grabs Hold of Both Jolteon's Paws) And it won't. I promise. You, me, the rest of our team, we're all on this together, cheesy as it sounds.

Jolteon: (Giggles a Bit) I like cheesy stuff~

Crap Gorps: (Chuckles Lightly) I bet you do. You're sounding better already.

Jolteon: (Smiles a Bit) Yeah, I guess I am huh? I'm sorry I got a little emotional earlier.....

Crap Gorps: No worries, man. I get it. I'd probably be freaking outta too if I were in your....paws. You know you guys are the first real friends I've ever made, right?

Jolteon: ('Gasps') Really?~ What about your law office buddies?

Crap Gorps: (Shrugs) Eh. Our relationship is more professional if anything. I think I remember a few of them didn't like me all that much.

Jolteon: (Starts Pouting Again) I don't know why. You're the coolest guy I ever known, Crap Gorps!~

Crap Gorps: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Aww~ Thanks, man. I'm pretty sure you're objectively more cooler than I am though.

Jolteon: (Blushes a Bit While Flailing his Paw Down a Bit) Oh hush, you~ We can both be the coolest together! How's that sound?

Crap Gorps: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Hmm.....Cop out conclusion- (Shrugs) But sure, why not. Hey, you like SpongeBob right? (Points Back at the Pokemon HQ Lab Behind Him) Wanna watch all three of his movies back inside? I-I mean, only of you want to, of cour-

Jolteon: (Stares into his Best Friend's Eyes As His Begins to Sparkle) Grops, I LOVE SpongeBob, let's do it!~

Crap Gorps: (Stardled a Bit by Jolteon's Sudden Stare Vefore Returning Back to his Posture) Alright. Good to know. Let's go. (Walks Back to HQ with Jolteon By his Jolteon) Glad to see you're in high spirits again.

Jolteon: All thanks to you, buddy. You're a real life saver, you know that?

Crap Gorps: (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth) I wouldn't exactly call myself that really. Considering all the times you helped cheer me up in journey together, I'd figure I try to return the favor for once, you know?

Jolteon: ('Sniff') And you succeed with flying lights and colors.....('Sniff') I'm so proud of you, buddy!~

'Thunder Roaring'

Crap Gorps: Uhhhh H-How about we save the crying after we watch the movie, yeah? We have the whole evening ahead of us, you know?

Jolteon: (Giggles Softly) Okay, I'll try to keep it together. (Lays his Head Onto his Best Friend's Shoulder) Only for you, Crap Gorps~

Crap Gorps: ('Sighs a Bit in Relief') Right. Thank you.

As the two pals made their way back to HQ the clouds in the sky finally begins to clear themselves out, revealing a bright sun shining down on the area in question.

As the journey concluded, it still turned to be a very beautiful day after all.

@jelloapocalypse

[themadauthorshatter]

Time to finish what I started. What a journey, right?

Anyway, here is the last part of my Tagatha Touch up thing. Thanks for being with me during this whole thing, it really means a lot to me.

Anyway, LET'S GET THIS THING WRAPPED UP!

So, we're backtracking a little bit.

We still get that legitimate breakup scene between Tedros and Sophie, both with and without Hester and Anadil next to her, though the only thing that changes is that Sophie glares at Agatha, who gives her a small wave.

Agatha's true beauty realization is getting another Tagatha moment, mainly with Tedros seeing her during lunch and maybe accidentally spitting out some water when she waves at him really awkwardly after the fail with Beatrix and the other Evergirls.

She laughs at his slip up, but tries to ignore it.

AFTER her proud, beautiful, "I've been beautiful all along" moment is when the Tagatha ball REALLY gets rolling.

Tedros sees her at lunch, pretty as a picture, and tries to act cool as he walks over to where she's eating and goes to lean against a tree...

Only to miss and fall down.

Agatha does not miss this.

"Are you okay down there?"

(After a few seconds of, 'Oh, shit! She saw that! Act cool! Act cool!' Tedros looks up at the branches that are mostly leafless and squints and points at them.) "52, 53, 54, 54, 56, 57. FINALLY! I'm really starting to wonder how long those guys will stay up there."

(Raises an eyebrow.) "You don't say." (Her smile drops as Tedros sits up.) "Have you seen Sophie?"

"Not in a while, but she's probably been more active at night."

"You think she's behind the attacks?"

"Told me herself. If I don't take her to the Ball, she'll keep attacking the schools. And I am NOT talking to her again. Nice try."

We get that "look somewhere else" "or look closer moment," but here's one more little change I'll saute in for you:

At Agatha's advice to "look closer," Tedros's exasperated look becomes soft as he holds her hand.

"I already have."

Back on track with the story's original events, up until the attack on the No Ball and the events slightly prior.

Instead of someone knocking Agatha out and locking her in one if the classrooms, Tedros leads her into a classroom and pushes her in before locking the door from the outside.

This would be their conversation:

"Tedros!" (Bangs on the door) "Tedros, let me out!!"

"You're not coming with. It's too dangerous, and we can't let you warn the witch."

(Kicking the door) "Please! You can't kill her! She's my friend!"

"Why do you think villains die in fairytales, Agatha? All they do is hurt people. Just stay there until we get back."

(Kicks the door some more.) "Tedros, don't do this! Stop being stupid and just leave them all alone!"

(Tedros throws himself against the door, finally sropping the confident prince that's about to lead an army to Evil) "I CAN'T LOSE YOU!"

(Cue silence, a broken heart by Beatrix, and Agatha no longer trying to break the door down as Tedros breaks down.)

"All this time... ever since the first challenge... I always thought you were the witch, but...(his fist clenches against the door) but you weren't. You never were. After how you saved me, even helping... helping her just to get home, I saw how good you were. How you were meant to be here, and..."

(Agatha rests her forehead against the door, trying to get as close to her prince as she can, tears streaming down her face.)

"And that... I love you. I can't lose you, Agatha. Not to her. Not to any of them."

"...Teddy."

(Kind of quietly) "I'm sorry."

Tedros leaves as Agatha screams and cries for him to not attack the Nevers, which he ignores, because necessity, I guess.

Agatha crashes the No Ball and Sophie tricks both her and Tedros, makimg Tedros almost shoot Agatha like vefore and the whole reverse thimg happens between Evers and Nevers.

HOWEVER, just as Sophie escapes, Agatha rund into Tedros and says she's going after her.

He tells her to promise him she'll meet him in the hall by the dorms, the one they usually met up in at night to hang out.

She kisses him really quick and runs after Sophie.

We get the ending like before, with Sophie and Agatha's friendship kiss that sends them home, all nice and happy.

"AGATHA!"

Tedros sprints through the trees as the two start to disappear. "WAIT, AGATHA!"

No time for goodbyes in this fairytale.

Agatha and Sophie vanish just as Tedros's and Agatha's hands meet.

Then, the girls are both gone.

Tedros drops to his knees, gripping the ground they were standing on, his true love gone.

"No. Not again," he says as tears fall from his eyes and onto the ground. "Please, not again."

AND THAT WAS MY TAGATHA REWORK!!

Thank you all so much for joining my on this little series, and I'm so glad with how it came out, imo.

The original did feel a little rushed, so I hope this did Tagatha a little more justice.

What a ride this has been, not even joking.

Thanks again for joing me, I hope you enjoyed, and DEFINITELY stay tuned for the AWWP touch up part 2😉!

Again, thank you all so much!!

[fan-fantasies]

Monster In My Head

The reader is a mutant and sometimes has a hard time controlling her powers….

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x reader

warnings?: none

A/N: so I just recently watched all the X-men movies. So that is being added to my list if things I shall write because I love the characters. I hope you all enjoy. ~Breezy

The past month or so had been particuarly hard for you, you had joined Xavier’s school for the gifted after a particular incident. The Professor had taken an interest instatnly, at first he believed you to be a telepath after you expressed that you could hear voices though he was confused when, even after lots of practice, you couldn’t block them. This was something more then hearing people’s thoughts. A few weeks passed, you had learned that the voices were not the voices of anyome living but of those who had passed. You could speak to the dead. Charles hadn’t seen anything like it, he, just as you, was about learn the full potential of your power. The thought of learning more about your mutation frightened you, if you couldn’t control the voices in your head how could you possible control a restless spirit that could possible manifest?

Nearing the end of the month, you had started to control the voices, quiet them to a certain extent, but still some could be heard. During your training sessions with Charles you had learned that not only could you hear, speak and manifest spirits, but you were open to spiritual possession.

“Alright (Y/N), today we are going to put your skills to the test,” Charles began as they headed to the training area, “today you will be sparing, ” you swallowed the lump in your throat, sparing?

“B-But, what if I lose control?” You whisper softly,

“Then I will be right there to stop you.” He quickly replied.

You couldn’t help but feel nervous, who would be brave enough to want to fight you?

As you enter the training room, you were quickly able to see who was there. The familiar blue skin and figure was a dead give away. Kurt. Kurt had become friends with you the second you joined the school, you weren’t sure why though. When he saw you, he grinned,

“Hello vhere (Y/N),” he said in a happy voice, his German accent making you smile softly,

“Kurt volunteered to help with your training,” the professor explained, “he knows what could happen.” You took a breath and nodded, even though you would be sparing with a friend you still felt nervous.

You joined Kurt on the mat, you tried to call yourself of the nerves that ran through you,

“(Y/N) you will start with being on the defensive, Kurt, you will try to pin her down for three seconds.” Charles explaines; you both nodded. When instructed to begin the both of you went right at it. Kurt was quick to attack, you summoned a few spirits who aided you in defending yourself. This went on for what seemed like eternity but was only a few minutes. His ability to teleport gave you practice to keep you light on your feet. After a few minutes, Kurt was able to pin you to the ground, when you weren’t paying attention, he used his tailed and knocked your feet right out from under you.

“very good, you’re improving, both of you but now you will switch sides. (Y/N) you’re on the offensive, Kurt, you’re on the defensive.”

You, once again, swallowed the lump in your throat. This was it… Kurt helped you to your feet,

“you can do vhis.” He said, his accent thick but you nodded. Think positively! When you began, you started off simply, manifesting spirits to help in your attack but when you noticed this had no effect you knew you had to do this… The spirits you summoned reached out for you, you felt their energy circling around you and they transmitted their energy to you. Something wasn’t right though…. You cried out in pain as pain filled your body, they were in your head or one of them was… You fell to the ground holding your head, this spirit was in your head, it was now in control. You stood to your feet, your eyes blood red. The anger of this damned soul raged through you. You raised your hand stopping Kurt from his next teleportation. He was frozen in place.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” Charles yelled but his voice seemed to be so far away, you ignored him. Kurt began to gasp for air, an evil smirk appearing on your lips.

“f-fight it (Y/N).” Kurt stuttered, “you are stronger vhen zhem.” He gasped out, it was until you saw his breath becoming shallow that you realized what you were doing. You fought against the control of the spirit vefore finally gaining control and letting Kurt go. You wanted to run over, make sure he was alright but you were frozen in place. You had almost killed Kurt… As quickly as your legs would carry you, you ran from the training area to your room. You were a danger to others and you didn’t dare step out of your room.

Kurt had come to your room nearly every day to check on you but you didn’t want to face him. What you had nearly done was unforgivable. “(Y/N), please open vhe door.” Kurt stated, you didn’t speak. Tears pricked at your eyes as the voices in your head began to speak to you, most of them were softly speaking. They wanted you to open the door because they knew that Kurt meant well but one voice spoke loudly. It spoke words that scared you, words with so much venom behind them. You cried softly as the pain in your head returned,

“get out of my head!” You cried as you held your head. The pain became intense causing you to cry out.

BAMF

Before you knew it Kurt was beside you, his arms wrapped gently around you holding you into his chest.

“M-Make them stop Kurt.” You sob as you curl into his chest. His large hands began to stroke your hair gently.

“Vts going to be alright.” He whispered softly, “block them out, I know you can.” He said, you closed your eyes in hopes to push away this negativity. The pain faded and the room became silent, all you could hear was the rhythmic beating of Kurts heart. You both sat there in silence for a while,

“I’m so sorry Kurt, I-i nearly killed you.” You whisper softly, “that monster was able to gain control of me, it found out the one thing that I cared about most… You.” You say softly, he looked down at you, shock was clear on his face. Though he said nothing, he looked at you, he looked unsure and nervous. At first, you thought he hated you but that quickly changed when he gently brought his lips to yours. A jolt of electricity went through you as you began to kiss back, when he pulled away he placed his forehead on yours. His yellow eyes looked into you (y/e/c), you finger gently traced the few scares that were on his face.

“I thought you hated me.” You whispered softly, he chuckled softly.

“I could never hate you.” He replied as he kissed you one more time.

[janiklandre-blog]

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Library in Northampton, Massachusetts  on Saturday morning, 12 degrees outside - 11:30 a.m. I am stewing in New England juices - on my first morning in Amherst, Mass. I left my son's house at 6:45 a.m. - and decided to check out the PVTA - stand for mostly free public transportation between the five college - making stops at shopping malls - and the 30 running near my son's house is at many times running at 15 minutes intervals - I was there at at ten to six, stopped a young man to help me decipheer the completely impossible schedule, he said in 10 minutes one should be here - drizzlty rain - I'm standing there, cane in hand , car after car, after car zooms past me, 15 minutes later, no bus - when I was driving in those parts I often pulled up at a bus station because in the summer these buses often run at 30 minute intervals and more - also next two weeks when all five universities will be on spring break.

In Sag Harbor when I was walking up a hill, several times people going in the opposite direction would turn around and come and ask me if I needed a ride. Here I stood for half an hour - luckily I've come to learn from the Chinese, never stand still - NEVER SIT - exercise, exercise, exercise - I have come to decide, New Englanders are extremely efficient - of course one reason the hospital is understaffed, the place where I had coffee this morning is understaffed - they never did hire here undocumented help, that serves me in NYC (soon I'll have to say served) - and yes, New England does have long winters and a harsh climate - but I encounter many harsh people here - proud to be working day and night - in New Hampshire many voted for Trump - get rid of all foreigners, put the rest into private jails, so the good people - also according to the Calvinist religion - the virtuous who work day and night God rewards with material goods -and so they proudly work, work, work - and find an old European woman who lives in New York and early made it her goal to live well on a shoe string but has avoided back breaking and often - harsh work conditions - and gladly think of her to be a bum. My theme song: hallelujah, I'm a bum again.

I also have come to realize that when I've gone to cemeteries here I have seen names of people who run the banks, the industry, a lot of government - alas a good number of German origin, the cruel country I fled - the Rockefellers, who established severe punishment and led to the overcrowding of jails - where people suffer and cost - in the last  analysis, isn't it our taxes - the taxes paid by the poor - who pay these private jails? So many able bodied, intelligent, good people who could staff the hospitals, serve in restaurants - and yes - give the old like me the support I so much need. Trump is of German background. He offers to do away with the Elite - and replaces them with white haired military men.

Much pondering is done in the NYT regarding to where we are goiing - the sharply rising anti semitism - by well paid journalists.

So - my time here - I do meet with tender love from my sons, it is there - but also with - they have a hard time dealing with an odd, weird, old woman - whose body is old, her gait - forget word - wobbly - she is thin skinned , she admits to anger - yet most often is accused of jealousy - in German Eifersucht - a very graphic word for a truly nasty trait, to which no one will admit. I do react - too strongly - inappropriately is a favorite term - to what I feel are slights - and I also do remember, as long as Paco was my companion - until 1988, when I was 56 years old - my sons only allowed me to visit as long as Paco came with me. My mother made me extremely aware of the suffering of an old woman alone - as revenge that I was not willing to be a companion to her - she killed herself days vefore she turned 80 and sadly upended our lives.

We all need a companion - cum pane is with bread, a person to break bread with - a person with whom we can share our daily stories - as my daughter in law did this morning, upstairs, with her husband, my son, while I sat downstairs alone, only hearing her voice and then she rushed pAst me, off to union organizing. The day bvefore she had worked from 11 a.m. until midnight. My son said why didn't you come upstairs and ask us to come down - I knew that would not be welcome.

Old women alone - many prone to low moods, melancholia as I call it - not eating right, not sleeping right - losing interest in life, interest in them is lost  - I hard at work at this here computer trying to keep a little interest in me alive - harshly criticized by many for doing this - unbecoming, unattractive, self centered - C.B. told me long ago, thojughts are to be entered into a private journal - as she does - not aired in public.

People now write essays and books about the ills of the computer age - the ability it gives to those of us who have - as I have - struggled (with the great help of Ken) - to get at least a toe into the computer age and now with Molly's assistance reaching a wider public - and not even so sure whether what I am doing is right, is nice, am I not hurting people - hurting myself?

A few other "oldies" write about getting old - but most had found ways to become respected authors - they have editors, they know that they are doing, they get paid for their efforts, they are professionals - who always have looked down, scorned - the amateur (amare love in Latin, doing things for love, not moeny) - dilettante - related to delight - yes, their writing is polished, well edited, crafted - and I read their books that are publisghed by respected publishers, get them in my library, read them when my spirits are down and I am glad to escape into their world - a world of worldly success that has eluded me - and they do have companions, they are loved, they are cherished and no one ever has accjused them of jealousy - - people are jealous of them! They give highly paid talks, own beajutiful houses and mostly describe how well they have mastered life - own a beautiful house where family comes to surround them, friends come to surround them, they are admired - and often have servants - who adore them - and make their life and the lives of those around the, pleasant.

My mother from my point of view made - a cruel! - mistake by the way she treated my sweet and gentle father - who did not share her skill and ability to make moeny. He was a loving companion to her - he had suffered in many ways more as a German under Hitler - psychologically - then my mother who had declared herself in 1933 Jewish - a questionaire offerring Protestant, Catholic, Jewish - she crossed off Jewish, her father was Jewish and her birth in 1902 were entered, there were only religious entries, into a Jewish register. She longed to be a Catholic - I wish she had acted on it. I wish she had been merciful with my father - when he was diagnozed with Parkinson's she called him a hypochondriac. By then she had a lovely apartment, was making good money - working VERY hard - he had a rented room, was evicted because there now was enough housing in Munich to allow people to be evicted - he then made a suicide attempt - she said, even that he cannot get together and later demonstrated how it is to be done, with the assistance of a German friend.

I had left in 1951 for America - fled - my father left a couple of days after I left, only much later did I realize how much he had loved me and stayed to protect me from a mother heavily damaged by the destruction of her great ambitions after 1933 - seethiing with anger, taking it out on him and on me, her only child - she had planned on five - having been an only child herself.

At one time a sociology professor, Wlodzimierz Nahirny, suggested a dissertation - perhaps a book to me - The backgrounds of successful writers - they are very different from my background - mostly what e call high bourgeoisie - the gift of the child is discovered and encouraged early - my gift was scorned by my mother - there is real work to be done, we need potatoes - that was after 1945 in Germany - go out ansd get potatoes and stop writing letters - in Czech - to your beloved friend whom you had to leave behind in Prague. All you do in these letters is complain about me. My friend handed me those letters neatly bundled on a visit to Prague - 1987 - I put off reading them and in 2000 they burned.

Well, I should go to all my unanswered email - but - this here blog has become my companion to talk to - some day I may write about my search for companionship after 1988 - a good deal of pain - and I've often said, if I had the money, I would happily pay a companion.

Being poor, old, wobbly on my legs - there is not much I have to offer any more - occasionally there is a kindred soul - usually soon leaves New York, a city now only for millionaires - for the virtuous - for my mother the most important quality was to be "tuechtig" - related to virtuous. My father lacked the virtue and I have also - money never really interested me - I never looked to a job in finance - I lacked that virtue. I also have gravelly sinned in the care of my body - after 50 I began putting on weight - Kummerspeck I call it - Kummer is sorrow, too much sorrow in my life, looking to sweet food. not enough exercise, not enough healthy food - also - the run in with melanoma - my once upon a time nurse friend, Christine Fiedler, she dropped me when I became useless - she freely diagnosed me mentally troubled, chided me for refusing pills to make me into a nice and quiet old woman, perhaps a zombie - she did not share with me her suspicion of melanoma when she first noticed the mole on my leg - it was oozing when I half a year later saw a doctor and got a stage number 4 cancer diagonosis - almost a death sentence - this was 1981 - when I wrote my first unpublished memoir (I've written thousands and thousands of unpublished pages, many burned in 2000) - I lived for 25 years without any kind of insurance, a surgeaon I had tutored in German, a plastic surgeon did what is called a wider excision - luckily unnecessary - still I lost some muscle in my leg that now is cramping and altogether in worse shape than the other, the left leg.

I am convinced the one pill I take, for 7 years now, a beta blocker to keep my blood pressure under control - a German doctor friend, Ursula, a high school classmate - urgently recommended it - I believe it has cost me my teeth (acidified saliva my dentist said) and now I still have a bridge that keeps falling out, right this minute   and once again the time on this here computer is running out and I will  once again - send without reading what I have written  - adios Marianne .