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zediina · 3 years ago

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hi! sorry if this comes off as rude, but i’m learning german and was wondering if you have any german tv show/film recommendations? i’d really appreciate it if u do, thanks so much!

Hello!! Don't worry, this isn't rude at all :) I haven't seen many of these in a long time but here are a few I really enjoyed (I linked the trailers to the movies/the first seasons of the shows too):

MOVIES

Die Feuerzangenbowle (1944)

Yes, this movie is very old; it's black and white. But it's still shown on German tv and it's pretty funny. A famous writer goes undercover in a school, pretending to be a student since he never got the classic school experience (he was home-schooled). He and the other students play a bunch of pranks on the teachers, and other shenanigans happen.

Das Boot (1981)

This is a classic and was nominated for several academy awards, including best director and best cinematography. It takes place on a German submarine during ww2, so it's a war movie. Usually not my favorite genre but this one really kept me on the edge of my seat. There's also a series that came out recently, but I haven't seen that. I can't imagine that it's better than this though.

Good Bye Lenin! (2003)

Takes place shortly after the fall of the Berlin wall and tells the story of a young man from East Berlin. His mother just woke up from a coma, and the doctors say she shouldn't get any big surprises (like, you know, the of the fall Berlin wall) so he tries to fool his mom by pretending the GDR still exists; which is harder than it sounds. The premise sounds a bit ridiculous but it's a really great and funny movie.

Das fliegende Klassenzimmer (2003)

Based on a very popular children's book, this movie tells the story of a boy who's new in a boarding school. He and his new friends find the book for a musical and decide to practice and perform it. (There's a bunch of other stuff happening like a rivalry with another group of students. I haven't seen this movie in forever but it's good and the story is very well known).

Die Welle (2008)

This is based on a true story about a social experiment a history teacher did with his class; maybe you've heard of it before. They create a mock-nazi party to try and understand how they became so popular and how people could buy into their rhetoric. Things go sideways pretty quickly. A great movie and a reminder that none of us are immune to indoctrination and radicalization. There's a tv show with the same name, but I don't think they're connected.

Fack Ju Göthe (2013)

I feel like everyone in Germany has seen this comedy at this point. Objectively it isn't a very good one but I'm going to recommend it simply because every German person I know can quote at least one line from this movie. A criminal takes a job as a teacher for the owrst class in that school, because his accomplice buried the money they stole underneath the school and he needs to get to it. Let's just say his teaching methods are a bit... unconventional.

Labyrinth des Schweigens (2014)

Another movie based on a true story, and one of my favorites. This one really stuck with me. It's about a young state attorney in 1950's Germany, who starts interviewing holocaust victims and prosecuting nazi officers who served in Auschwitz. This movie really shows that many people in Germany would have preferred forgetting the holocaust ever happened and pretend everything is fine rather than confront it.

Tschick (2016)

We actually read the book to this in school. It's a bout two 14 year old boys who steal an old car and go on a road trip together, and all the crazy stuff they experience. To be honest I don't remember that much about it since it's been so long since I've seen it, but I do remember really liking it!

Kästner und der kleine Dienstag (2017)

Remember that really popular children's book I mentioned? Well, this movie is about the author of that book. He's one of the authors who stayed in Germany during the Nazi regime, even though his works were banned and burned. It's about his friendship with a young boy that inspired a character in another famous book of his.

Die unheimliche Leichtigkeit der Revolution (2021)

This movie is about the east german environmentalist movement that started the peaceful revolution, which lead to the fall of the Berlin wall. It's about a teenage girl whose younger brother died due to pollution, and the state is trying to cover it up. Also shows how the GDR was trying to suppress any criticism of the state. It's definitely not the best movie on this list, but I really enjoyed it.

TV SHOWS

Ku'Damm 56, Ku'Damm 59, and Ku'Damm 63

The three mini series tell the stories of three sisters, whose mother runs a dancing school on Kurfürstendamm in Berlin. They take place in 1956, 1959 and 1963 respectively. It touches on a lot of topics, including domestic abuse, antisemitism, homosexuality, rape and more. I particularly loved the first season, where the youngest daughter who doesn't really fit into her mother's plans discovers her love for rock n' roll dancing.

Charité

The Charité is a prestiguous university hospital in Berlin with a long history, which this series exlpores. Season 1 takes place in the 19th century, where Robert Koch is lookig for a cure to tuberculosis. Season 2 takes place in Nazi Germany and among other things talks about the euthanasia practices at the time. Season 3 takes place right when the wall is being built (which passed right by the hospital). The show includes charcters based on real people as well as fictional ones.

Deutschland 83, Deutschland 86, Deutschland 89

An East German soldier has to go and work undercover for the GDR in West Germany, at a time where cold war tensions run high. I never got around to watching the last two seasons, but I remeber that the first one was really good.

Club der roten Bänder

This is based on a true story, and there are other versions of this show for example in the US. It's about a bunch of kids with different conditions who become friends in a hospital; two of them have cancer and got their legs amputated, one has an issue with his heart, one crashed a motorcycle, the youngest is in a coma, the girl has an eating disorder. There are other characters who show up as well. The show can get pretty sad, but their friendship is really touching.

Türkisch für Anfänger

This show was wildly popular back when it came out in the early 2000s. A german woman marries a turqish man, and create a patchwork family with four kids; who are absolutely not excited about it. But they have to figure out how to live with each other.

Oof, this escalated a bit, but I didn't want to exclude anything :) I hope you find something you like on this list!

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siriuscatbennett · 3 years ago

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The First Avenger info dump because I can

Enlistment/Dog Tags/Awards:

It is canon that Bucky Barnes enlisted on his own right after Pearl Harbor (and Steve tried). This would make his dog tags a type two. His service number would start with a 1 (enlisted army soldier) and a 2 (from New York). This site can be used to generate dog tag numbers (I haven’t tried all the functions, but be aware the O for officers is a 0 starting in 1942).

During WW2 (amongst other times), there was the Regular Army and the Army of the United States (which no longer exists). Voluntary enlisted men were in the Regular, with draftees in the other (officers were often part of both and had two separate ranks). If you choose to divert from canon and make Bucky a draftee (I personally have always liked this fanon because I’m evil), his service number would start with 32 (drafted, New York). This would also better explain why Bucky rises to the rank of Sergeant so quickly as promotions happened constantly in the AUS ( Dwight D. Eisenhower rose from a colonel to five-star general in three years).

Steve would have a different type of dog tags than Bucky (including a different chain). He would have a type three (as would anyone between July 20, 1943 and March 31, 1944). I will illustrate the differences below with the custom tags I made for Steve's sister and Bucky in my fanfic (feel free to use the info from them). The N and 7 in her tag are for nurse.

The T42 you’ll see below is the year tetanus shots were recieved. I’ve seen some with two years and some with one. The B is blood type and the P is religion.

Steve received an award for rescuing the POWs. Seeing as this wasn’t presented by the president, I’ve decided it was the Distinguished Service Cross. This award comes with a $2 pay raise; as a Captain, Steve previously made $200 a month, paid monthly (post-serum). Bucky made $78 as a Sergeant, with a $3.90 pay raise after 3 years of service (December 1944). Steve also obtained SSR pins after joining them (and I believe the Howling Commandos should have as well). (Even though nurses had the rank of an officer, they didn’t get equal pay until after WW2. They earned $70 a month for the first 3 years.)

Many soldiers put their second dog tag in their boot, usually slipped on the shoe laces in between the tongue and top of the shoe.

Not a fact, but I will add a link here to a website where you can either buy Bucky/Steve’s dogtags or make custom ones for $10 (personally, I would advocate for the custom as Bucky’s say he’s not from NY and show he is a draftee. Also, he has type B blood, not O. And Steve is Protestant, not Catholic. The site also states officer’s service numbers didn’t start with 9, but those with special duties did. His service number would most like be between 800000 and 999999, starting with a 0- to show he’s an officer).

Sister: Margaret E Rogers N-724669 T42 B P

Bucky: James B Barnes 12831412 T42 B Margaret Rogers (next of kin) 1404 Alameda Ave (next of kin address) Brooklyn NY P (address, religion)

Italian Front:

Seeing as the 107th were venturing to England in June 1943, they most likely headed straight to Sicily from there (or diverged if they had fuel) to aid in the invasion, continuing into the invasion of the mainland before pushing troops back toward Austria. Italy surrendered at the very beginning of the invasion of the mainland, so the Allies only fought Nazis and Italian soldiers loyal to Mussolini (National Republican Army), who was arrested during the invasion of Sicily and broken out during the mainland invasion. Seeing as Chester Phillips and Peggy were with Steve, they must have joined the 107th later. In my canon, they (and Howard) join at the beginning of the mainland invasion.

AM-lira (Allied-Military Currency), 100 "am-lire" for a U.S. dollar, was the currency specifically put into circulation for Allied Military after the landing in Sicily. It was used interchangeably with their normal currency. Once the Howling Commandoes join the SSR, they use British currency.

The 107th’s camp pre-Battle of Azzano was most likely behind the Volturno Line. Azzano is part of Umbria, which was about 170 miles into enemy territory.

Post-Azzano, the camp was most likely behind the Barbara Line. Walking approx 533 miles from Kreuzberg, Austria, with troops alternating resting periods in the trucks, walking approximately 42 miles for 12 hours a day, they would reach camp in thirteen days.

Random:

Steve’s canon address according to Avengers is 1404 Alameda Ave. Brooklyn, NY 11362. This is a Queens zip code. I changed it to 11237.

As a Sergeant, Bucky would command a squad of 12 soldiers (privates), split into 3 fireteams. He was also assigned a PFC (one of the scout riflemen) as an assistant; this soldier could serve as either the squad leader's messenger to the platoon commander or could be used to relay orders to other squad teams, as needed. Sergeants are responsible for the individual training, personal appearance and cleanliness of their soldiers, and are expected to set a standard for lower-ranked soldiers to live up to.

Women did have their own army sect for part of the war (Women’s Army Corps) but they didn’t go overseas as they didn’t legally get benefits overseas {I didn’t read a lot on this, take this with a grain of salt}. They did all the non-fighting jobs like listening to radio transmissions and fixing weapons.

On the ship, there were three-tier bunks. Enlisted men got footlockers under their beds (you could lift up the base), while officers got standing lockers. I would assume water on ships was cold, filtered from the ocean, and they had showers.

Showers were available but not popular at this time, just like hot water heaters. Many people still boiled water to take baths. People also didn’t bathe as often and there was only one kind of shampoo and no conditioner. Women made their own concoctions, used soap, or straight up would do egg masks. Hair was kept clean by doing the “100 strokes” with a hairbrush that was cleaned after every use. Indoor heating also wasn’t used everywhere, leaving many places still using things like fireplaces and wood stoves.

Soldiers used latrines in WW2. They also used a bucket of water and a bar of soap to wash. When water was unavailable and snow was, it was melted and used. They could also simply use things like rivers and lakes if available but if unnecessary, weren't used as lice was prevalent along with disease. Clothes weren't washed often (depending on the situation, some men went weeks without washing their uniform, only changing into dry socks when necessary) but when they were, they were boiled in big pots of water in mass and hung on a line to dry (there were also other ways, but I preferred this one). They carried an extra shirt, socks and laces, water canteen, ammunition, a spade, grenades, a gas mask, food rations, a cup, a wash kit (toothpaste, razor, comb, etc), first aid pouch, and a helmet (usually on their head) in their haversack's/on their belt (and rations, of couse). There was also a tent pack, but most soldiers would simply carry a raincoat. Lots of candles and oil lanterns to light the night. Canvas water bags – also known as Lister bags – were hung around camps and used for dispensing drinking water in which a dose of chlorine was added for purification.

Medical:

Morbidity from such diseases as tuberculosis (anti-tuberculosis agents didn’t begin to appear until 1949), rheumatic fever, typhus, dysentery, and malaria were high. There were tuberculosis quarantine wards separate from the other patients and were eventually evacuated. Frostbite was also common during the cold. Hepatitis A and B were also prevalent. Trench foot was also common, sometimes leading to jungle rot (often referred to as 'the creeping cruds'). PTSD was known then as 'battle fatigue'; men showcasing symptoms were often just given rest and food near the front lines and would normally rejoin the fight in a few days or were evacuated if necessary. All soldiers were vaccinated against tetanus, typhoid, smallpox, cholera, and yellow fever before shipping out. Dental hygiene was extremely important and many field hospitals were equipped with dental prosthetics.

Food:

A-Rations referred to fresh/refrigerated meats, bread, and vegetables, prepared in mess halls. These meals were basically the same as C-rations, but fresh and always warm.

C-Rations consisted of one M-unit (12 oz can, meat), one B-unit (12 oz can, bread/dessert), and an accessory pack. Each daily ration consisted of three M-units, three B-units, and three accessory packs (one for each meal). The cans were made of tinplate. The cans had a gold lacquer finish. C-rations can be eaten cold or hot and were cooked with a Coleman's pocket stove (which was made specifically for WW2 soldiers).

M-units initially had three kinds: meat and beans, meat and potato hash, and meat and vegetable stew. In 1943, meat and spaghetti in tomato sauce was added; along with meat and noodles, pork and rice, frankfurters and beans, and chicken & vegetables in 1944. 1944 also brought a chopped ham, egg, & potato unit and compressed cereal B-units to replace meat & vegetable hash.

B-units contained crackers, three sugar tablets, loose candy (Brach's chocolate caramels, candy-coated peanuts/raisins, Charms hard candy), and a packet/small can of beverage mix (instant coffee, powdered lemon drink, or bouillon soup powder). Orange drink powder was added in 1944. Due to spoilage, the loose candy was replaced in 1944 with a Brach's fudge disk or a Jim dandy.

Accessory packs (brown butcher paper) contained sugar tablets, water purification tablets, a flat wooden spoon, a piece of candy-coated chewing gum, three 3-packs or one 9-pack of cigarettes, a book of 20 moisture resistant matches, a paper-wrapped P-38 can opener (with instructions that everyone immediately throws out), and about 22.5 sheets of toilet paper. Cigarette brands included Camel, Chelsea, Chesterfield, Craven A-Brand, Lucky Strike, Old Gold, Philip Morris, Player's, Raleigh, and Wings (these were traded constantly). Can openers were meant to be disposable but soldiers wore them on their dog tags for later use either with opening cans or other things (clean muddy boots, screw screws, open letters, strip wires, trim loose thread, and sharpen pencils).

Seriously. They really gave every single soldier three can openers a day. With printed instructions. During metal rationing. Of which soldiers just put them on thier dog tag chains for later use. Where did all these excess can openers go? And why half a sheet of toilet paper?

Clothes:

The nurses wore an olive drab service jacket and skirt (they are seen in pants as well) and cap, khaki shirt and tie, and brown shoes (wore nursing shoes or boots). The rank insignia (a single gold bar for second lieutenants, the vast majority of nurses) was worn on the epaulets. A gold "U.S." pin was worn on each collar, and a gold caduceus with a red N was worn on each lapel. Whenever the service jacket wasn't worn, the rank insignia was pinned to the right collar, the caduceus on the left.

Soldier’s field uniforms looked like this (with some adjustments based on gun used). And yes, the leggings are neccessary, they helped keep feet dry:

The layout I made for Steve’s apartment (there are 2 beds and dressers in the spare room because Bucky lives there too, feel free to change this):

These aren’t all the links I used, because I’ve gone through a lot, like a lot, but here are the ones I saved that are relevant (I don’t like using wiki but I cross-checked any info stated above):

https://www.google.com/amp/s/screenrant.com/winter-soldier-mcu-complete-timeline-bucky-barnes/amp/ https://movies.stackexchange.com/questions/65170/how-did-bucky-get-the-rank-of-sergeant https://marvel-movies.fandom.com/wiki/Steven_Rogers https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_campaign_(World_War_II) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allied_invasion_of_Sicily https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allied_invasion_of_Italy https://history.amedd.army.mil/booksdocs/wwii/medsvcsinmedtrnmnrthrtrs/chapter6.htm https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Squad https://www.reddit.com/r/AskHistorians/comments/4j8zos/pay_of_american_gis_during_world_war_ii/ https://blogs.stockton.edu/womeninwwtwo/womens-military-involvemnt/womens-nurse-corps/#:~:text=The%20pay%20of%20members%20in,per%20month%E2%80%9D%20(2). https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Service_number_(United_States_Army) https://www.med-dept.com/articles/u-s-army-ww2-dog-tags/

Find me on Wattpad here where all of this information and more will be compiled in a Bucky Barnes series with mediocre writing (coming soon).

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filipinoizukuu · 3 years ago

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I have the notebook in hand now I beg you for explanation

HSBFNDSJNFVN my dearest snail oh jeez 😭 i have about maybe dozens of stories about accidentally being y/n, so i'm prayin and hopin none of my IRLs see this. Some details hidden for privacy.

LONG story ahed, so be warned.

So. End of winter to early spring about a year before COVID-19. I was still a little snot-nosed high schooler hanging out with my friends and generally being a nuisance upon society. For those of you that have never seen me in real life, the first thing you need to know was that I was adorable, female-presenting, and had the appearance of a goody-two-shoes star student down to a T.

Now, the second thing you need to know is about my friend group and how a majority of them were guys.

I'm not talking about like, darling boy-next-doors and fellow star-student nerds. I'm talking about teenage boys. GUYS guys. Rowdy and wrestling in the hallways, getting into fights, and pulling (harmless) pranks on each other kind of guys. The gross type because I love my friends but even I can admit they're kind of gross.

One day after school, we're hanging out in someone's truck on the way to a get-together. There are about four of us just chilling, me being the only girl. Someone's phone goes off and we look to see one of us pick up his phone.

Now, this friend, let's call him S.

S picks up the phone and starts talking to it. We hear bits and pieces of the conversation and he sounds a little nervous. He puts the phone down and looks at us with a weird expression and says he needs to get home.

"What gives, S?" we ask, slouching in our seats and drinking sweet tea, like all other self-respecting teenage hooligans. "Who was that?"

S explains to us very carefully that he just got off the phone with his auntie and that she wants to have a sit-down and dinner with him. We coo and make fun of him a little and acquiesce, driving on over to his place to drop him off and embarrass him in front of his parents as friends do. We tell him as much when S lights up and looks at us like he just got the world's best idea.

(Heads up! It was not.)

"Guys! I have a better idea."

The rest of us look at each other. "Which is...?"

"What if I pretend to have a girlfriend to impress my Aunt?"

Record scratch. Pause. I suddenly remember that I am the only pretty 'ole lady in this small and stuffy truck. In an instant, all eyes on the vehicle are on me.

No, hell no. I think to myself, there's no way I'm ever going to do this. This is how every fanfic starts and I am absolutely not emotionally available enough to do this. And you know what? That's exactly what I should've said.

Instead, what came out of my mouth was this:

"Buy me a tub of ice cream and I'm all yours."

And thus, the devil's deal was sealed.

Minutes later, we're exiting the truck and looking over at S's white picket fence and perfectly maintained garden. S goes with me and I suck it up, bracing myself for the performance of my lifetime. We do not hold hands and our other friend (E) walks behind us while dying of laughter. S opens the door and we are immediately greeted by the sight of his kind-looking Auntie welcoming him with open arms.

S waltzes in.

"Auntie... this is my girlfriend, Codi."

Now, a quick word about me and how I was in real life at the point of this story. I looked the part of an adorable overachieving student, and while my grades did match up, my attitude sure as hell didn't. I'm naturally a very loud and boisterous person. I 'get into fights' and curse just as well as the rest of them. I had a reputation in a few areas for having the knack of making my underclassmen cry. The point being, I wasn't a saint.

But I was a damn good actor.

"Hi Auntie!" I greet with the peppiest and highest voice I could manage. I skip towards her and shake her hand, smiling like a cracked-up cheerleader in a Coca-Cola ad from the '80s when they made it with actual cocaine. "Your nephew S is just about the sweetest thing ever. He's so nice and smart and I'm incredibly lucky to have him!" I lie through my teeth.

In the background, I can hear E on the verge of deranged cackling while S just stands there and coughs into his fist like an emotionally constipated tuberculosis patient.

My Limit of the Day has been reached, so I shoot Auntie S a quick grin when she enthusiastically thanks me for my services and then haul my ass out their door, E hot on my heels. We leave S behind to deal with whatever shitstorm came after and I tried my best to not look back.

The moment the old truck door slams shut behind us, E abso-fucking-lutely loses it, guts busting with how much he's laughing. We high-tail it to the get-together and I make him swear up and down to not mention it for the rest of the day. It's over, at this point, the thing's been done and there's no other damage than my sanity and maybe S's relationship with his aunt. At least, that is what I thought.

Hours later, S texts me.

hey so um. remember that thing earlier?

Odd question, because how could I not?

yeah so. my aunt stayed for dinner and my parents arrived early and they asked me about school so. long story short... my whole family thinks we're dating.

Predictably, I lose my mind. I ask myself how I got into this situation and then imagine the sweet, sweet ice cream waiting for me at the end of this ride. I'm like, okay! This isn't so bad! It's actually really funny if I think about it enough. At least it's contained, right? I say my famous last words. It's not like I'll ever actually meet his family again.

So I go to bed and decidedly Pass Go, Collect $200 on any fanfics or other friendly drama that night.

The next week, I walk into school. I'm going about my normal business when I bump into my friend group. They pounce on me like a hound of dogs, making rounds of congratulations with varying faces of amusement. "What?" I go, like an oblivious idiot.

From like 15 feet down the hall, a familiar figure turns the corner and I lock eyes with him. Something clicks into place and I realize that there were actual witnesses to S's convoluted brownie-points shenanigan that I didn't consider.

"E," I say. "you are so fucking dead."

My friend group, who E had apparently told about my whole schtick as S's Rent-a-Girlfriend, breaks out into laughter and dodges as I power-walked my way to kick E's shins with the fury of a thousand 5'3 suns.

We went about the rest of our day until it hit lunch break, and of course who else to apparently wait for me in front of my class other than S himself.

S grabs me by the wrist and pulls me along throughout the campus. We're lightly conversing the whole time, me weaseling a time and date to my beloved reward tubs of ice cream as promised. Without me realizing it, we end up in front of two very familiar rooms.

Another thing, really quickly, about this whole storyline. S was not just an ordinary friend, you see. He was special, in a way, in such that his two closest friends were my crush (at the time) and his best friend who I'd recently rejected. Now those two have a whole 'nother story on their own which I'd deign to discuss publically, so you'll have to settle for those apt descriptions.

So, those two aforementioned mutual friends of ours walk out of those rooms and turn to make eye contact with us. They laugh, good-naturedly, and I sigh in relief because it seems that of all people, E had not gotten the hot gossip to them just yet.

I beckon the two of them over, being none the wiser and thinking we could take our break together when the final straw hits

S throws his arm over my shoulders and pulls me closer.

"Hey guys, Codi's my girlfriend now!"

... You can guess where the argument fits now in this timeline.

(I got my ice cream very shortly after. We're all friends now and it's all water under the bridge! This was a long story so if you've made it this far, just know that this is all but a funny memory to look back on for me and I've since moved on.)

#i want to make it clear i never really liked him like that then and i dont like the other guy like that now #if this makes yall laugh let me know i guess. this turned into a HELLUVA monster #asks #snail #long post

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varianfortunate · 4 years ago

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Blinding Tears (Jostonio Angst)

Highschool teacher Hanahaki Star tear AU! the whole story is from Joseph’s POV

I see him again. Antonio, his long black locks fluttering behind him. He has them tied in a ponytail today. Probably to keep them out of his face, though that’s pointless, because he has a long strand in front of his face. I glance at him for a moment. He’s smiling as usual. I continue down the hall of our college. We’re both teachers here, and I head to my dorm. I put in the key when I hear someone speeding down the dorm halls towards me.

“JOSEPH DID YOU TAKE MY ROUGE LIPSTICK AGAIN?! I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT COLOR LOOKS BAD ON YOU!” Mary yells, running toward me.

“Mary, I already told you, IT��S MINE NOW!” I yell. Suddenly, Michiko enters from the elevator. Me and Michiko are neighbors, and Mary instantly cleans herself up and smiles.

“Hi Michiko!” Mary waves.

“Hello Mary, hello Joseph. The lipstick is Mary’s Joseph, give it back.” Michiko says.

“Fine Michiko…” I say. I open the door to my room, walk in, and lock it. There’s no way in hell I’m giving it back it looks a m a z i n g on me. After about five minutes I hear Mary yell through my door.

“HOESEPH YOU BRING ME MY LIPSTICK! IT WAS A SPECIAL EDITION!” She shouts while banging on my door with her fists. I hum with a smile and make some tea.

“Hmm, I wonder what that was, must’ve been the wind!” I exclaim, accidentally spilling hot water on myself.

“FUCK!” I yell, clutching my burnt arm.

“KARMA!” Mary yells through the door. I hear her walk away and I hear Michiko enter her dorm. I sigh and run some cold water over my red arm. I don’t know why- but at that moment, the rainbow tears that plague me fall from my eyes.

“Shit-” I start, trying to wipe them off. I hold one in my hand and let it drift in my palm. I must’ve started crying from the pain. The more I move the tear the more hues it becomes, shifting from pinks to blues to pastel oranges. And then I let it fall into the sink, and as it falls, it glimmers into other colors. I sigh again and finish making my tea once I stop crying. My vision is always really blurry after I cry, but it tends to lighten up. My eyesight isn’t as good as it was prior though. I pour my tea into the cup and put in an earl gray tea bag. I used to use the leaves when I lived with my parents, but I can’t afford them anymore, so I don’t buy them. I remember drinking Earl Gray with Claude… No. I shouldn’t think of- Shit. His death anniversary is next month.

I walk out of my dorm. It’s time for study hall. I told Mike he needed to study, as with Naib, and Norton and Ganji and Aesop. Those stupid children. As I’m lost in my thoughts, I run into Antonio.

“Oh, Joseph, I apologize, I didn’t see where I was going,” He says in his Italian accent. I look down and notice him holding his violin case.

“It’s alright, I was lost in thought and didn’t see you” I smile.

“Oh, Joseph, I was wondering-” Antonio starts before he quickly grabs a handkerchief and puts it to his mouth and starts coughing.

“Antonio?” I ask.

“It’s nothing,” He shoves the cloth into his pocket.

“Would you like to hear me play Violin?” he asks.

“Uh sure! Let me just cancel study hall first,” I say.

“Alright,” He says. I pull out my phone and send out a remind to my students.

Alright everyone! Study hall is cancelled today!

I only receive a response from Aesop, he just thanked me. I follow Antonio to the woods behind the school. I know there’s benches set up around here, I have an assignment for my photography elective that has them take pictures here. We stop at a bench. Most of the fall leaves are gone, leaving a cold chilly wind and bare branches. I sit on the bench, and Antonio puts his case next to me. He opens the case and pulls out his Violin. It has a weaving vine design on the side. He takes out his bow and starts getting into position.

He lifts his bow to the strings and starts to play 24 Caprices by Niccolo Paganini, whom Antonio just happens to share a last name with. His fingers fly on the neck of the Violin as he plays the complicated tune. I pull out my camera from my bag, which I had brought for study hall. I snap a picture of Antonio playing the Violin. I notice he’s only playing the last part, as the entirety of the song is about an hour and a half long. I start to cry. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I know… at some point, maybe soon, I won’t be able to see him play the violin like this. I won’t be able to see… Him.

“Joseph?! Are you alright?!” Antonio quickly rushes over to me.

“I-I’m fine, I was just- It’s nothing…” I say quickly rubbing away the tears so he can’t see. I look up at him and I can’t even make him out. I blink a few times and he comes into a slightly blurry focus. He’s frowning. The first time I’ve see him and he wasn’t smiling.

“Joseph… Do you want to go back?” Antonio asks me.

“O-Okay,” I say. We head back to the teacher dorms.

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Today was like any other day. Mike threw a paper plane at Norton, but hit Naib and Naib grabbed it and started yelling at Mike. A regular Math and photography class.

I walk into my dorm. Mary always kind of backs off during this week. The week Claude died. She knew him too, but she doesn’t like thinking about him. Because he died tragically. I look at the face down picture frame on the table at the entrance to my room. The place I put my keys, my bags, shoes, things like that. I pick up the picture. I have to squint to make it out. I’ve been fearing this week. Ever since I contracted this disease about five months ago, I was fearing this week, because I knew I would cry a lot. The picture is of two boys, at their high school graduation. They look the same. Both with fluffy white hair. Though, one boy has it in a side ponytail. That was Claude. We looked virtually the same. However when he contracted tuberculosis, he coughed all the time, unlike me, and so you could always tell us apart for those many months.

I put the picture down. They said it was tuberculosis, but I know the real reason, and the real reason he didn’t get better. It was Hanahaki, and he didn’t want the surgery. He wanted to continue loving the one who had rejected him. His flower was the daffodil. I put them at his grave each year, and I cry. I sob at his headstone. I’m startled by the blur of my vision. No, not now, I don’t want to cry now. No… If I start I’m not going to stop, and I just want to see him… I want to see Antonio again before my vision disappears forever.

I wipe the tears away in a frantic rush and search for the picture I took of Antonio a week ago. I find it, and start crying again because I know that one day I won’t be able to see him. I just wish I could see him forever. Ever since I started my job here a few years ago, he’s taken my breath away. I imagined myself as Joseph Paganini, but I know that it’ll never happen. I’ll be Joseph Desaulniers till the day I die.

I cry myself into a restless sleep, and when I wake up photos are scattered around me. Old pictures of me and Claude, pictures of Antonio from the few times we hung out together, and pictures of me and Mary and then, the picture. The picture of me, Mary, and Claude. The one where we’re ten, and I just learned how to use a camera. The first picture I took. I get up from my bed and look at the day. It’s Sunday, and Claude's death anniversary.

I grab my coat and walk out of the building, my camera bag at my side. I buy some Daffodils and take the bus to the Cemetery Claude is buried at. I get off the bus and head in. I go down the rows, and rows, and rows of graves, until I reach one of the gated areas. I insert the key. This is the section that all my family is buried in. I pass by quite a few graves until I reach Claude’s. I place down the Daffodils, and I feel the tears brimming my eyes. Claude… Why didn’t you just get the surgery? Why did you keep on loving someone who rejected you?! Why… Why did this happen to you?!

The tears flow down my face like rivers, the crystalline shimmer of their numerous hues falling on the ground below me. I cry there for about an hour before heading back, knowing Antonio wouldn’t be at the dorms for he had taken leave for two weeks for his family.

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I cried too much that week, and I cried the next week for fear of not being able to see Antonio when he returned. I can barely see.

I’m standing in front of my bathroom mirror. My vision is so blurry I can’t see myself no matter how much I squint, and there’s dark patches in the corners of my vision, as if I’ve put a vignette on my vision. I poke and prod at my face trying to feel what it looks like.

“I just… wanted to see him… one more time, one more time in reality see him properly, one last time,” I say. I bang my hand on my sink and it bleeds. I must have bent it weird. The text to speech turns plays on my phone.

“Antonio Paganini heart said, Hey, I’m back, can I come visit you in your room?” Siri says with her British voice.

“Hey Siri, reply with, Sure, I’ll open the door for you,” I say. Siri replies for me, and I clean up my hand before heading to the door. I open it, and Antonio is already there.

“Hello Joseph,” he says.

“Hi Antonio,” I smile.

“Come on in,” I say, moving out of the way to make way for him.

“Joseph your room-” He starts.

“Ah- sorry about the mess, It was my twin brother’s death anniversary last week and I got caught up in grading,” I try to cover up the mess which is actually due to my blindness.

“It’s alright,” He says.

We hang out for several hours before he heads back to his dorm. When he goes back I cry again because I wanted to see him clearly. My vision doesn’t un-blur this time. I lay on my bed and look up at the ceiling. Antonio’s dorm is above mine. I wonder what he’s doing…

Before I know it, I drift off to sleep, not knowing what would await me in the morning.

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“JOSEPH, JOSEPH WAKE UP!” Mary yells, shaking me awake. She used her spare key.

“H..Huh..?” I ask groggily, opening my eyes to a blurry Mary.

“Joseph, Antonio… Antonio is dead!” She says.

“What..?” I ask. There’s no way… Antonio isn’t-

“I just saw him yesterday! How could- how-” I feel my tears welling up in my eyes.

“Mary… You’re joking aren’t you?” I say.

“No. I would never be that cruel Joseph. You know that. He wrote you a note…” She says handing it to me.

“Mary… Can you read it for me… I… I won’t be able to see it…” I say. She doesn’t question it, and takes it from my hands.

She inhales, and starts reading.

“This letter is meant for Joseph Desaulniers eyes only,

Dear Joseph,

I’m sorry this is how you had to find out, but I have Hanahaki disease. It has spread through my whole lungs which means it will impair my breathing, and I will soon pass away. I know you have Star Tear disease, and I hope it wasn’t for me, because your vision is not worth losing for me. Joseph, you are a beautiful, the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and I wish I could spend the rest of our lives experiencing that beauty with you. Though as of now, that won’t happen. My flowers are red roses meaning love and passion. I hope that you are not too distressed by this news. I hope that you can make it through this, and that you’ll forget about me. I hope that we meet again. I love you Joseph Desaulniers.

Love,

Antonio Paganini”

That’s the end of the letter, and I cry again, but, I notice, my tears don’t shimmer with their many hues, they’re just… tears, no glimmer of the stars, no crystalline clear shimmer. Just… water.

“I’m sorry Joseph… I’ll give you space…” Mary says, leaving the letter next to me and leaving. I grab the letter and clutch it to my chest. I cry for what seems like hours, and then I draft a response.

Dear Antonio,

I love you too. I’m sorry I didn’t confess sooner. If I had just been faster, I would have been able to save you in time, and I wouldn’t have lost my vision. I do not even know if I am writing this properly for I cannot see my words. If by some miracle you were to come back to life, I would hug you, and hope to see you clearly through my own two eyes. I wish to tell you how much I yearned and loved you. I can never forget you Antonio. You are my love, you are the breath that fills my lungs, you are my will to get up in the morning, you, Antonio, are my world. My everything. And I love you more than I could express with words. My tears are regular, but they now burn me, as my tears are for you, in mourning for the love we could’ve had, mourning, you. I love you Antonio Paganini, and I miss you.

Love,

Joseph Desaulniers

Word Count; 2432

Written by: Basketoffrogs on wattpad (Aka me) (Can find the fully edited detailed with bold and italics for more drama tomorrow)

#jostonio #joseph desaulnier #antonio paganini #violinist #photographer #idv #identityv #idv fanfic #jostonio fanfic #antonio x joseph

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tlatollotl · 4 years ago

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As told to Scientific American

When a family member dies, we the Diné, whom Spanish conquistadors named the Navajo, send a notice to our local radio station so that everyone in the community can know. Usually the reading of the death notices—the names of those who have passed on, their ages, where they lived and the names of their matrilineal and patrilineal clans—takes no more than five minutes. It used to be very rare to hear about young people dying. But this past week, I listened to 45 minutes of death notices on KGAK Radio AM 1330. The ages ranged from 26 to 89, with most of the dead having been in their 30s, 40s or 50s.

I am in shock. The virus entered our community in March, through a Nazarene Christian revival in Arizona. They brought in vanloads and busloads of people from across the Navajo Nation for the gathering; then all those vans and buses returned them to their respective communities, along with the virus. There were immediate deaths because the medical facilities were not ready for it. More than 300 Navajos have already died of COVID-19, and the disease is still spreading.

I am a Diné storyteller and keeper of traditions. I live alone in a hogan, a traditional octagonal log house, in Chi Chil Tah, meaning “Where the Oaks Grow,” after the Gambel oaks indigenous to this region. Officially known as Vanderwagen, the community lies 23 miles south of Gallup, N.M.. The pandemic reached the area in late April. On May 1, the governor of New Mexico evoked the riot act to block off all exits into Gallup to stop the spread of the virus, and only residents could get in. The lockdown extended to May 11. It was not so bad the first week, but then we started to run out of food and water.

The groundwater in parts of Vanderwagen is naturally contaminated with arsenic and uranium; in any case, few of us have the money to drill a well. Normally, my brothers and my nephew haul water in 250-gallon tanks that are in the back of a pickup truck. At Gallup they have a high-powered well; you pay $5 in coins, put the hose in your tank and fill it up. You haul that home, dump that into your cistern, and you have water in your house. Without access to Gallup, people began to run out of water—even as we were being told to wash our hands frequently.

My hogan has electricity but no running water. My brothers bring me water, and they put it in a 75-gallon barrel. I drink that water, and I wash with it, but I also buy five gallons of water for $5, in case I need extra. I typically use a gallon of water a day, for everything—cooking, drinking and washing up. My great-grandmother used to say, “Don’t get used to drinking water, because one of these days you’re going to be fighting for it.” I have learned to live on very little.

We have a lot of cancers in our community, perhaps because of the uranium. And we have many other health issues that I think makes this virus so viable among us. We have a lot of diabetes, because we do not eat well, and a lot of heart disease. We have alcoholism. We have high rates of suicide. We have every social ill you can think of, and COVID has made these vulnerabilities more apparent. I look at it as a monster that is feasting on us—because we have built the perfect human for it to invade.

Days after Gallup reopened, I drove there to mail a letter. Every fast-food establishment—McDonald’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Wendy’s, Burger King, Panda Express, Taco Bell, they’re all located on one strip—had long, long lines of cars waiting at their drive-throughs. This in a community with such high rates of diabetes. Perhaps there wasn’t any food available in the very small stores located in their communities, but I also think this pandemic has triggered a lot of emotional responses that are normally hidden. On the highway to Vanderwagen, there is a convenience store where they sell liquor. And the parking lot was completely full, everybody was just buying and buying liquor. There is a sense of anxiety and panic, but I also think that a lot of Navajo people don’t know how to be with themselves, because there isn’t a really good, rounded, spiritual practice of any sort to anchor them.

COVID is revealing what happens when you displace a people from their roots. Take a Diné teenager. She can dress Navajo, but she has no language or culture or belief system that tells her what it means to be Diné. Her grandmother was taken away at the age of five to a BIA (Bureau of Indian Affairs) boarding school and kept there until she was 18. At school, they taught her that her culture and her spiritual practice were of the devil and that she needed to completely deny them. Her language was not valid: “You have a Navajo accent; you must speak English more perfectly.” Same happened to her mother. Our languages were lost, the culture and traditional practices were gone. That was also when spankings and beatings entered Diné culture. Those kids endured those horrible ways of being disciplined in the BIA schools, and that became how they disciplined their own children.

I meet kids like this all the time—who don’t know who they are. For 35 years I have been trying to tell them, you come from a beautiful culture. You come from one of hundreds of tribes who were thriving in the Americas when Columbus arrived; we had a viable political and economic system that was based on spiritual practices tied to the land. Some 500 years ago, Spanish conquistadors came up the Rio Grande into North America in search of gold. They were armed with the Doctrine of Discovery, a fearful legal document issued by the Pope that sanctioned the colonization of non-Christian territories. Then in the mid-1800s, the pioneers came from the East Coast with their belief in Manifest Destiny, their moral right to colonize the land. As their wagons moved west, the Plains Indians were moved out and put on reservations. When your spiritual practice is based on the land you’re living on, and you’re being herded away from what somebody else would call her temple, or mosque, or church, or cathedral—that’s the first place your spirituality is attacked.

My great-great-great-great-grandfather on my father’s side was captured and taken on what we call the Long Walk to Fort Sumner. Initially about 10,000 Diné were rounded up, and many died on that walk, which took weeks or months, depending on the route on which they were taken. They were imprisoned for four years at Fort Sumner, and released in 1868, because of the Civil War. At about the same time, my great-great-great-great-grandfather on my mother’s side escaped from Colonel Kit Carson at Canyon de Chelly and traveled north with his goats. He came back down to this area at just about the time my great-great-great-great-grandmother escaped Spanish slavery. Slavery was introduced here by the Spanish—that’s never talked about. The children born at Fort Sumner were taken into Spanish families, to be slaves.

We had the Spanish flu in the 1920s, one of many viruses to invade our community. Then in the 1930s there was the Great Depression. We didn’t know that was happening: we did not have money, but we had wealth in the form of sheep. And the government came in and killed our sheep in the Stock Reduction Program. They said the sheep were eroding the land, but I think they did it because the sheep made us self-sufficient, and they couldn’t allow that. We had spiritual practices around our sheep. Every time we developed self-sufficiency and a viable spiritual practice, they destroyed it. My mother said they dug deep trenches, herded the sheep and massacred them.

A tuberculosis epidemic in the 1940s took away my mother's parents. My great-grandmother, a healer and herbalist, had hidden my mother from the government agents who snatched Diné kids to put them into BIA boarding schools. My mother became a rancher, a prolific weaver, a beautiful woman who spoke the language. She did not speak much English. She died at 96; my great-grandmother died at 104. Now, in our community in Chi Chil Tah, there are no more traditional healers; the oldest person is my great-grand-aunt, who is 78. I am the only traditional Diné storyteller.

Now that we are talking about issues of race in America, we need to also talk about the Native American tribes that were displaced. There is a reservation in upstate New York of the Iroquois people—all of 21 square miles. How much land were the Iroquois originally living on? Who was living in what is now Massachusetts? What about Pennsylvania? What about all the states under the umbrella of the United States? Whose land are you occupying? Abraham Lincoln ordered the massacre of 38 Dakota men the day after Christmas, the same week he signed the Emancipation Proclamation; they call him Honest Abe. They don’t talk about the dark side of things, and I think that is what COVID has revealed—the dark side. We see a police officer putting his full body weight on the neck of a black man. And suddenly everybody goes, Wow! What have we evolved to?

It seems to me that COVID has revealed a lot of truths, everywhere in the world. If we were ignorant of the truth, it is now revealed; if we were ignoring the truth, it is now revealed. This truth is the disparity: of health, wellbeing and human value. And now that the truth has been revealed, what are we going to do about it?

#native american #Diné #new mexico #navajo #covid-19 #coronavirus

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scaryscarecrows · 4 years ago

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Will Trade Soup for Intel

Potential Gotham Knights ‘verse. For those who did not see the trailer: Bruce is dead (pfft, suuuuure he is), Jim Gordon is dead (Jim, no!), the Court of Owls appears (this is gonna be bad), Batgirl and Robins 1-3 have guardianship of Gotham. For this piece: Penguin is also dead. Dove has his operation. And the flu. :p

***

Tim’s not sure where he thought Jason was going to take him. Honestly, because it’s Jason, he was sort of thinking, ‘seedy hole in the wall where retired hitmen go’. Or something. Or maybe an orphanage, or an under-the-bridge camp; the Alley Kids don’t throw bottles and needles at him, unlike the others. They demand rides.

(Yeah, it’s funny but also scary to see the Red Hood, known for his duffle bag of heads, giving a little girl a piggyback ride.)

This is not one of those places. This is some apartment building in midtown with a doorman and everything. And, y’know, it’s daytime, which...they don’t operate in the daytime that much unless they’re undercover, and they don’t appear to be. Jason told Tim to dress like a real boy and stick his domino on in the elevator, but he’s wearing what he always does; jeans, hoodie, heavy boots. And he’s carrying a brown bag that smells like soup. No helmet in sight, and Tim knows he won’t wear a domino now. They bug the scar*, he says.

“Where are we?”

“To see an old friend. I’m out of other ideas.”

“What, are they a conspiracy professor or something?”

“No.”

The doorman waves them through and they wait for an empty elevator. Jason presses the third-floor button and settles in, adjusting the bag in his arms. For all the crap they give...gave...Bruce about theatrics, Jason’s no better. He lives for building the suspense. Tim had nearly murdered him again for that stupid monk joke. Asshole. Ten minutes from his life, and for that? Humph.

A cotton face mask whaps him in the chest while he’s adjusting his domino and he frowns.

“What.”

“You’re fragile, and she’s got the flu, which is why we’re here in the daytime. I’m basically immune after my, um, upgrade points got cashed in, but you are a Victorian maiden who'll probably turn it into tuberculosis and die and I can’t deal with Dick after that.”

Huh.

…

Whatever. You lose one spleen…

He puts the mask on, too, making sure Jason sees his glower, just as the elevator dings to a halt.

Tim starts to suspect they’re not invited, exactly, when Jason shoves the bag at him and drops down to pick the lock. Though he does knock and call, “Don’t get up!”, so.

“There. Give me that before you spill something...hey, Miss Marquis! I brought soup!”

…

Jason couldn’t have just told him this, why?

There’s furious coughing in the other room, followed by movement, and a minute later Dove shuffles out, wrapped in a blanket and wearing what appear to be bunny slippers. She looks terrible.

“For the tenth time, I don’t care how immune you think you are, you’re going to get sick and I can take care of myself.”

“Haven’t gotten sick yet,” Jason says cheerfully. “‘Sides, it’s, like, partly a bribe.”

Dove doesn’t look convinced. Tim’s not convinced, either. Jason, when left to his own devices, can and will out-mother-hen Dick. He’s just usually scarier when he does it. More like Alfred.

Before any further argument can happen, Dove starts coughing again and winds up clutching the doorframe with one hand and holding the other up to keep Jason at bay.

“Thought you were gonna take Theraflu,” Jason says sulkily. Dove reaches up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“I will take it if I need it, Hood.” Tim sympathizes. Theraflu tastes like sadness. At least Robitussin is nice. “I promise this isn’t my first flu, I am fine. ” This is not a battle she’ll win. Tim knows. Tim has tried and failed. Jason had loomed at him and told him, oh-so-nicely, that he would take the Theraflu or that it would breach his defenses. “What do you want.”

Jason holds up the bag.

“Fridge or bowl?”

“Fridge, please.”

“Tea?”

“If I say yes, will you settle down?”

“For now.”

She sighs and totters over to an armchair.

“Fine.”

“What kind.”

“I’ve got some sort of zinger tea in there, that would be very nice.”

Jason vanishes into the kitchen. Dove sinks into her chair, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders, and waves at the couch.

“Siddown, Robin.”

“Sorry we broke in,” he says, because Jason won’t. Dove just shakes her head.

“This isn’t the first time or the last time,” she says. “At least you used the door...if you need a drink or somethin’, help yourself.”

Jason comes back, steaming mug in his hands.

“I’ll get it,” he says. “Bird boy here shouldn’t touch the kitchen.”

Slander.

“Nightwing’s worse.”

“Still. Here y’go.”

“Thanks, honey.” Dove leans up to take it before shooing him back. “Now. Why are you here.”

Jason settles onto the couch next to Tim and leans forward, worrying at his lower lip.

“This is going to sound crazy.”

“Well, that’s interesting.”

“Do you know anything about the Court of Owls?”

Dove snorts, coughs, and takes a sip of her tea.

“What?”

“You know…beware the court of owls that watches all the time, ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch behind granite and lime. They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed. Speak not a whispered word of them--”

“Or they’ll send the Talon for your head, I know the rhyme.” She takes another sip. “It’s a scary story to keep kids in line, you know that.”

“We thought so, but.” He shrugs. “”Had a run-in with...something...last night that, um. Looked a little dead. But not dead like me, dead like...I don’t know. It was like it wasn’t human anymore. Or ever. I don’t know.”

Well, that’s a surprise. Tim wonders if Jason just straight-up admitted what happened or if Dove got it out of him or from some other source.

“Croc’s not human, either, kid.”

“No. This thing...I didn’t...I broke its neck and it fucking twisted it back into place.”

Dove frowns.

“You’re sure?”

“Uh-huh. And before that I emptied literally twelve bullets into this thing and it didn’t even flinch. I’m telling you, something wasn’t right and it was wearing an owl mask.”

Tim nods.

“There have been four murders committed with daggers that have owl insignias on them,” he says. “We think these two things are related.”

“Owl daggers?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I see one?”

“I brought a picture. The daggers are police evidence.”

“Like you boys didn’t borrow one,” she says, but sits up when Jason comes over with the phone. “I’ve seen something like this before.”

Well, that was unexpected.

“When?”

“Years ago, now. Penguin had one that he got from who-knows-where. It went missing one night-we chalked it up to Catwoman and let it go-but we did have people offer to buy it a few times. Generous offers, too.”

“He wouldn’t sell?” Odd. Penguin loved money almost as much as his pet birds. “Can you remember who offered?”

“Rich men, you know the type. They like...oddities.”

Tim does know the type. During Dick’s stint as Batman, he’d stumbled upon an auction house that specialized in some nasty things, including a very particular crowbar.

(Jason, as far as Tim knows, has no idea about this.)

“Did he say anything about it?”

“No. He put it in his office, in a little case, and honestly, I sort of figured someone had tried to kill him with it. He was funny about things like that.”

That’s an understatement. Penguin had been very proud of the bottle in his eye, among other things.

Dove starts coughing again and ends up setting her tea on the end table. Jason’s halfway over there when the coughs turn to sputters and she manages to wheeze out a, “Fine. M’fine.”

“This is why you should take Theraflu.”

“Honey…”

“I can make--”

“Hon.” He shuts up. “I’m okay. It’s just the flu, give me another week and I’ll be back to normal.” She takes a shuddery breath and picks up her tea again. “I promise. Now. I don’t.” Another shuddery breath, but no coughing this time. “I don’t know anything else off the top of my head, but. Little fuzzy.” She tugs at her blanket until it’s closed around her neck, just under her chin. “If anything comes up, I’ll let you know-ow- shit --”

The coughs don’t stop this time and she winds up bent nearly double, arms curled up to, presumably, brace her ribs. Ouch. When they finally wane, she’s red-faced and wheezing and looking fairly well miserable. Tim’s just about to nudge Jason when she stands up, clutching her mug in white, shaky fingers, and says, “I am going back to bed. Lock up behind yourselves.”

“Can we do anything?”

“No, hon. But thanks. You boys.” A finger goes up and she sort of... hics ...but nothing happens. “You boys stay safe. Don’t do anything. Anything reckless.”

Reckless? Humph. They’re not reckless. Adventurous, is Tim’s preferred term. So one time he leapt off a building knowing his grappler wasn’t working. Dick caught him, like he knew he would. It was leap or be eaten, and being eaten was by far the uglier choice.

“Reckless? Us?” Jason mock-gasps. “Thanks. Soup’s in the fridge. Want me to make you a Thera--”

“ No. Thank you.”

THE END

*I’m debating on whether or not that scar is Joker-related (could be an aborted Glasgow?) OR Batarang-caused: maybe Bruce hit his face rather than his throat in this version of UtRH. Either way, ow.

#Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Dove Marquis #Gotham Knights #maybe #Court of Owls #fic

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 4 years ago

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Dark Dealings

Warnings: Brief suicidal thoughts.

Summary: Arthur time is nearing its end, but perhaps he can buy himself some more time by making a deal.

Characters: Arthur Morgan

Words: 2,108

Arthur’s campfire glowed brightly in the darkness, illuminating his small camp nestled deep in the woods. He coughed and pulled his thin, ratty blanket tighter around his shoulders in an attempt to keep the cold off of his back. The night was warm and the fire was warmer, but Arthur was sick, and a chill had settled itself deep in the cowboy’s bones.

The wind shifted and he was left sitting in the midst of a smoke cloud from the fire for only a brief moment. The cough that followed was ragged and harsh and left Arthur gasping for breath. He tried to ignore the splatters of crimson that soaked into the wool of his blanket. As he sat huddled on the cold ground, Arthur thought back on the past few months and how he ended up in this situation. He supposed he deserved it. He got sick from beating up an innocent man, after all.

When he first found out he was sick and had started to feel the effects of Tuberculosis, he had gone to the doctor to try and get help. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done. Time went on and his illness progressed, and he found himself sharing words with a nun in Saint Denis. She offered a moment of peace and comfort, and Arthur left her presence feeling more at peace with his fate. He was going to die soon, and that was okay. He was ready for it. And then he met someone else, and it seemed that perhaps life wasn’t done with him just yet.

He was enjoying fishing a river north of Saint Denis, past the swamp, when a man about Dutch’s age wandered over. He himself had a fishing pole and asked Arthur if they could fish together. The cowboy agreed and the man cast his line. It wasn’t long before Arthur began to cough and the man turned to him, clearly concerned. He tried to play it down, but it was more than obvious that he was sick and not doing too well. Bloodshot eyes, a pallid complexion, and thin frame were all evidence enough.

“It’s just a little cold,” he tried to assure the man. “I’ll be right as rain in-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as another fit took over and he doubled over, hacking and coughing up blood.

“You’re badly ill…” the man observed.

Arthur couldn’t respond, he was too busy gasping for air.

“You know…” the man continued, kneeling down next to Arthur, who had given up trying to stand and now sat, defeated, on the riverbank, his fishing pole forgotten.

“There’s a man. A sort of… miracle worker,” the stranger told Arthur. “You know, I used to be paralyzed from the waist down. Had no feeling or movement in my legs, and look at me now. Riding, fishing, hunting. This man is a gift from god, I tell you. He healed me with a snap of his fingers.”

“Really…” Arthur regarded the man, incredulous.

“Yes, really,” the stranger confirmed. “Look, I have, uh…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black card. “This!” He handed the card to Arthur. “He told me to give it to anyone who looked in need of his services.”

Arthur studied the card. It was made of sturdy black paper and written in shimmering crimson ink was an intricate rune of curved lines and strange symbols.

After considering for a moment, he asked his new friend, “Where exactly can I find this miracle worker?”

The man nodded. “He’s all over the place, really. Saint Denis one day, Strawberry the next. I found him in a saloon in Valentine. Or… he found me. His schedule seems to take him everywhere, so… you might have to ask around a bit to try and see where you can catch him.”

Arthur chuckled dryly. “I aint sure I’ve got the time or the energy to be running around trying to find some mystery miracle worker.”

The cowboy’s reverie broke and he found himself back in front of his fire, shivering, a black card clutched tightly between his cold fingers. He regarded it once more, disappointment at the forefront of his mind. He wasn’t long for this world now… and he hadn’t been able to locate the man. He supposed this was how it was supposed to go. At least he would die in peace.

“You can be a very difficult man to find, Mister Morgan.”

Arthur turned as best he could to locate the owner of the deep voice that had sounded behind him. A man in a black shirt with sleeves rolled up and a rich-looking crimson vest stepped out of the darkness and strode up to Arthur, then settled himself on the ground to the cowboy’s left, in front of the fire. He outstretched his hands to warm them, not looking Arthur’s way.

“Can I help you?” Arthur asked hoarsely, though he had a sinking feeling in his stomach that he already knew who this man was.

“I hear you’ve been looking for me.”

Finally, he turned to regard Arthur. Whether it was the fever coursing through his veins, or a trick of the night shadows coupled with the roaring fire, Arthur didn’t know, but the man’s eyes were… strange. It was like blood swirling around in black ink, or perhaps red smoke in a dark void.

The man studied him with these otherworldly eyes and the chill that was already present in Arthur’s bones intensified tenfold. He shivered violently and turned his attention to the fire. He couldn’t stare into those eyes… he couldn’t hold that gaze that peered into his very soul.

“You, uh…” Arthur cleared his throat and tried to steady his nerves. “I was told that you could help me.”

From out of the corner of his eye, he could see the man nod.

“You have Tuberculosis,” the man stated plainly. “And you want me to heal you.”

Arthur shifted uncomfortably. “I was under the impression that you were a… a doctor… or somethin’.”

The stranger warmed his hands again. “Not a doctor no, but I can heal you. For a price.”

Of course there was a price. Arthur knew there would be.

“I have money,” he offered.

The man chuckled dryly. There was no humor behind that sound. No friendliness. It was cold.

“Your money means nothing to me. Normally, I would take your soul, but yours isn’t worth much to me.”

“My soul?” Arthur asked, taken aback.

“Yes, your soul.”

“What on earth would you want with my soul?”

“I don’t want your soul,” the man scoffed, and ran a hand through his black hair. “You see, I’m only interested in souls that can offer me something. Souls that have some benefit. Artists paint for me, musicians sing, chefs make me food, etcetera. You’re not particularly talented. All you’re good at is killing people and I can do that just fine on my own.”

Arthur gazed into the dancing orange flames, a heavy weight on his heart and disappointment more prominent in the forefront of his mind than before. He should have accepted by now that he was going to die, and perhaps to an extent he had, but there was still a pesky little flicker of hope urging him to hold on, begging him to keep trying. That flicker died as he sat here, talking to this “miracle worker”. He had nothing to offer this stranger, nothing to trade for his life.

“Perhaps…” the man’s voice brought him out of his jumbled thoughts, and Arthur spared a glance over to see him gazing into the same flames that he had found himself lost in.

“Would you consider yourself a good talker, Mister Morgan?” he asked, and Arthur found himself being drawn into the depths of those blood red eyes when the man’s gaze met his again.

He forced himself to look away, which was easy enough as a coughing fit hit and he curled in on himself, hacking up blood onto the dirt at his feet.

“Yes, you are a good talker, aren’t you?” the man continued. “You’re charming. People like you.”

There was a beat of silence where all that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and Arthur’s ragged breathing. He was tired… so tired. If he closed his eyes for just a moment…

“No drifting off just yet.”

It was as if the man’s voice was in both ears and the back of his mind. His eyes flew open and he blinked a few times, then cleared his throat and dared to speak. His voice was quiet and hoarse, but he managed.

“I suppose I’m good at gettin’ people to trust me.”

“You are,” the man confirmed. Arthur didn’t know how he knew, but at this point he wasn’t sure he wanted to ask. Everything about this strange man screamed danger.

“I think perhaps you do have something to offer me after all.”

That annoying little flicker of hope rekindled then, but Arthur didn’t have the energy to pay it much mind. He chuckled dryly, which led to another coughing fit that left him clutching his ribs and gasping for even the tiniest shred of air that his ruined lungs could manage. He wasn't able to answer this time. He couldn’t. The stranger pushed himself to his feet and brushed his expensive-looking black jeans off, then turned to Arthur. The cowboy managed a glance up, and the angle with which the man was standing over him, uplit by the flickering fire, screamed PREDATOR. RUN. Arthur’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest, afraid that perhaps this man had decided to be “merciful” and tear him apart piece by piece instead of letting the sickness take him slowly. Instead, he crossed his arms.

“This is the deal, Mister Morgan, so pay attention. I heal you from any and all ailments, you’ll feel better than you ever have before, you’ll never get sick again, and all your wounds will heal, no matter how fatal. In return, anyone you find in your travels that looks like they could use my help, you send my way, just like that man sent you to me. You will do this until you eventually die. Understood?”

Arthur nodded.

“Do we have a deal?”

The cowboy sighed, as deeply as he could without causing himself too much pain. This man was after souls. Arthur didn’t know if he even believed in souls, but sending innocent people to this stranger to have god-knows-what happen to them wasn’t exactly his idea of a fun time. He wasn’t a good man, sure, but he did his best not to be too horrible. He helped where he could and didn’t steal or murder unless he absolutely had to. Was damning people really worth his life? Did he want that on his conscience?

Still, despite all this doubt and the tightness around his heart, Arthur found himself nodding. The stranger offered his hand, and the cowboy managed to reach over to shake it, albeit slowly. A stinging pain in the back of his hand made Arthur jerk away with a hiss.

“It’s been a pleasure, Mister Morgan. We’ll meet again.”

Before Arthur could ask how exactly he was going to be healed, the man vanished. The ground was undisturbed where he sat, the chill that came with him had gone, and the sounds of the night animals returned. It was as if he had never been there in the first place, and Arthur may have thought that his illness-addled mind had just played a cruel trick on him if not for the burning on the back of his right hand and the black card still grasped in the other.

Another coughing attack doubled him over and his world spun, black around the edges, as he nearly hacked up both of his lungs. He found himself lying on the hard dirt ground, in pain and unable to breathe, and he tossed the black card into the fire. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t even have the energy for that. At this point, he wished he was already dead. How much longer would he have to wait to finally be able to rest? How much longer would this misery drag out. He was of half a mind to end it right now, but his gun was just ever so slightly out of reach and he couldn’t bring himself to crawl over to grab it. Instead, he pulled his ratty blanket more tightly around him, closed his eyes, and fell into the black nothingness that was sleep.

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iam-kenough · 4 years ago

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Will you ever notice me? Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character

Summary: During they wandering in deep snowstorm, man from van der Linde gang found odd looking girl and Dutch decides to take her to camp to see if she can be any use, leading life of outlaw with them. Quickly, new girl develops feelings towards Arthur, but he sees her just as a kid...and she won't take that! It's an original character story that starts in the place where Arthur, Dutch and Micah were supposed to first meet with Sadie. Instead she's already with them.

Authors notes: This one contains sex scenes so I need to mark it here as it’s a big piece of chapter. It’s another chapter and you can find the rest of chapter on my blog if you want to read more of my fanfiction. I decided to post all parts I have at once so the fic could catch more attention. Word count: 3258 Chapter 8 They seemed to drift apart. Arthur was afraid of hurting Iris even more and she was afraid of him talking to her. She just knew she's gonna hear things she didn't wanna hear from him. It just wasn't the best theese day. Things became even worse when Arthur wasn't back after one of gang's jump. From what Iris understand, O'Driscolls had to do something with it again. But it wasn't the problem since everyone claimed Arthur was with them back then. She was beating herself for not going with them to keep everyone, specifically one special one, safe. - He's missing, Dutch, how could you lose a human being?! He's not a pair of keys? - Iris was impatient with man. Despite all bad that happened between Arthur and her, she was worried. It wasn't about her pride anymore, man was missing from her and everyone else's life. - It wasn't my intention, we had a plan- - Dutch - she cut in with voice colder than snow lying in mountains - I respect you, a lot but - she took sharp breath - your plans are shit and since we've met each other everyone around thinks you are crrrazy~! They said you lost in in Blackwater and I have every right to believe it. - Why? - he asked briefly, smoking a ciggar. - Friendly reminder, you lost a man! Are you even listening to me? - It's hard not to, woman. - Dutch van der Linde, you won't disrespect me this way. It's not even fact you lost a man in action like he was a pair of gloves, he's the best you have. No one shots like him, no one hunts like him and no one is loyal to you like him! - You do and you do and you probably aren't, that's true. - It sounds like you are exchanging man who's considered your son for some random lass, and that's me. -I just try to be reasonable - he dragged from cigarette again - What I am supposed to do, fight Colm O'Driscoll with his whole gang and search for him? - I would! I just can't fight properly - she groaned, falling on a trunk in Dutch's tent. Without asking Iris grabbed pack of cigarettes and light one of them up. Dutch raised his brows. - Since when you are a smoker? - Since I'm pissed off, sitting there, useless just like Uncle. He couldn't help but chuckle. - Lumbago, my ass - she said - when I sit on my own and read everyone loses their shit. "Do this, do that, you and Arthur can do anything". - Feeling a little bit like you need to talk to someone and it happened to be me. - Feeling like you gonna piss me off, even more, Dutch - she put strong accent on his name. - That's Arthur's job now I suppose. - And what was that supposed to mean? - her face showed signs of being offended, deep line between her brows. - I just thought I showed you clearly my interest in you. And then you disappeared and got back again with him and he's looking at you funny since then. - Interest in me? Dutch, didn't you mistake me for some other girl? And where's Molly anyway? - her finger poked his chest. - I don't know and I don't feel like I should. - Ouchie. Wonder when I would be in her place. - Huh? - Just saying you don't do the best advertisement for yourself. And by the way, I know nothing about you being interested in me. - Oh, but I am and I would be still if you would consider it...- his eyes lingered a little bit too long on Iris's lips. - Ew! Arthur's missing and I'm not gonna have any funny business with you, because we need to search for him! That's when she heard gasp of Mrs Grimshaw coming from back of the camp. She wasn't careless, she grabbed a gun and left the tent looking around quickly. Dutch followed her. On the ground, covered in mud, dust and sunburns lied Arthur and he's horse was nibbling on his hair. - Oh my fuckin' God - she whispered away looking down on man. Dutch whisteled. She punched him in the stomach right away. Then Arthur, barely alive looked up to them and passed out. It wasn't like she didn't hold the grudge against Arthur Morgan, thinking over and over about his journal, his words and actions. Iris felt guilty for one another reason. She bashed herself for not being straight forward right away with Arthur. Now it seemed reasonable since she knew his reaction. It was harsh, right, but not the way it could be. She would been turned down but maybe it would let two of them get along better? Anything would be better than this mess now. Arthur was in bad condition. His skin was sunburned, especially on his face, he looked like he hasn't been shaving in his lifetime and he was so weak, he wasn't leaving the bed. He was unconscious and that meant he couldn't drink or eat. Iris's worries grew bigger every day and she was the one to look after him. All he was doing was sleeping and wheezing. His lungs sounded terrible and he was coughing a lot. At first girl was sure it's just because he snores and can't drink properly but one time he coughed out blood. It was dripping down his chin as she froze in terror. She knew what it was. Tuberculosis. When Iris was small, mother looked after her and father was the one she respected and feared. Them two barely talked and Iris was always hiding behind mother's skirt. But her pop liked to drink and one evening he drank too much, he and mom had big fight and he choked her do death because of some random inconvenience. Iris saw it but she was too you and too scared to say anything. Yeah, her daddy liked his whiskey. It wasn't only that he was drinking at home and now he was focused on torturing his son. He sometimes traveled to nearest saloon and had nasty fights with everyone around. It got so bad, at point, that anywhere around when someone asked about him people knew him and bad reputation made it hard to find any job. He worked only to drink more but sometimes he had good days and have his kids something to eat. She knew Arthur had tuberculosis because her daddy catched it too, beating some other guy up one night. It was terrible, especially because he wasn't on any treatment. At some point when he breathed he sounded like a train. And then he died. Iris was looking at him with terror and sadness and anger and every bad emotion she could feel was there, with her, sticking to her head like mud. She wondered how bad it was with Arthur. The book he gave her that night told her things that lifted up her mood a little. She needed to search for herbs, buy them and pray that it wasn't too late for him. But she was stressed, she knew that this jump with gang, being a hostage, almost dying and being sunburned wasn't exactly perfect when one had TB. Arthur wasn't eating yet but she had a plan. With medical herbs she made paste, then spoon of it was landing under his tongue and she was waiting for it to melt away. Every evening she was reading this big book with help of faint light that oil lamp was giving and she was coming across numerous ideas she could try out on Arthur to make him healthy man. She decided that if there is any way she could help was buying all the stuff at town he would need to recover. She even bought himself tea which was extremely expensive for some reason but after making herself cup of it and adding honey to that Iris knew how good that idea was, as honey soothed her throat. Perfect, she's sure he'll love it once he will be better enough to drink. Her head tilted slightly to the side as she's fallen asleep on chair next to Arthur's bed. Warm but weak light was supposed to keep her awake but it wasn't possible. Lately she tried not to sleep at all just to watch him sleep. He was wheezing less already but looking at his throat Iris knew the road is gonna be long and bumpy. It made her feel better when she finally could do something for him for saving her that one, feral night. She was dreaming about him and corners of her lips were twitching as she tried to smile. Arthur woke up and grunted. Pain in his head was unbearable and he felt like he was starving. In addition, skin on his face felt like it was on fire and every part of his body cried out in pain as he tried to got up. He noticed her after a moment, sitting on a chair burried deeply in her sleep. He blinked few times. All he could remember was dying so he had to die. There's no other way she would be there, looking after him after all what happened and that she would resign of comfortable bed to sleep right next to him. It was heaven and this angel with golden halo was guarding him. He coughed and it was weird feeling. He was diagnosed with TB but was brushing it off for some time. When he was drowning after his ship sank, Arthur understood how deeply fucked up he was. But his chest felt different now and he wasn't seeing blood on his lips or hands. He had to die, there is no other way to get better for him. Iris wriggled in her chair, waking up and touching her neck with visible pain and Arthur was sure he heard bones cracking as she straighten up. He couldn't help but look at her, as her sleepy eyes were glimmering and she rose them to meet with his pupils. - You woke up! - she got up immediately, visible startled. She blushed and didn't know why. Seeing him being better was just so nice and this sudden feeling flooded her stomach with warmth. - Woke up? I can assume that I am dead, no way I would live through all of shit what happened and wake up feeling better. But I can see you there and I'm not sure now, I don't remember angels being in hell. She jumped towards him and hugged man tightly, rubbing her cheek against his honeyblond hair. He woke up. - It was days, I swear. I was already thinking how to feed you if you won't wake up for any much longer. Never do that again, Arthur Morgan. Arthur was surprised. She welcomed himself so nicely, with all the warmth, and now her slender frame tried to cover him. Iris's black hair was tickling his face and she smelled nice, oh so nice, like honey and lilacs. - Is it real? - was all he asked. Iris laughed at it was laugh full of relief and happiness, Arthur would consider it as his favourite sound since now. - Maybe you get more stupid every time something hits you on the head. But that's nothing. Good you are alive - she peppered his cheeks with little kisses and she blushed strongly. - What is all that for? I didn't remember being so cherished last time we saw each other. I just can't believe it, kid. It was true. Iris backed off a little bit but it was only because of embarrassment eating her alive. She was too proud and he was too patient with her. - I'm sorry for all of that... I feel like it doesn't matter anymore. Just because all those crazy things that happened I understand how much I cherish you. Even if you want be friends and only friends. He scratched back of his head. Arthur wouldn't be just friends but he didn't know how to put it in words. She was so young and innocent, looking like porcelain doll and walking into his life like a snowstorm he found her in. At first he felt attacked and put into the corner like wild animal, even though she only confessed to him. After all those years, losing Eliza and then being left by Mary he was afraid to re-learn all those feelings coming with love. For much more than five years he was sharing bed with no one. And when he did it was just some working girl, not a babydoll like her. He felt like a fool when his heart was fluttering in his chest like bird asking to be free when he saw her. With Eliza it was just an accident and he got used to her, wanting to be a decent man. Mary on the other hand didn't know what she wanted. She seemed to come to him only when she really needed and it was more one sided romance that made Arthur believe he doesn't want any of that anymore. And that he didn't deserve love anyway. Iris was waiting for him to respond as she was chewing her lips. Being turned down again wouldn't even hurt now. She was sure she developed mature feelings toward him and she's gonna love him even if she will be his friend considered younger sister. She wanted to tell that doesn't matter anyway and that they can simply talk when he reached his hand to her face and caressed her cheek, rubbing small circles with his calloused thumb. Arthur looked at her like she was Goddes he wanted to praise now. His hands were rough but knot in her stomach tying up right know told her she wouldn't mind them anywhere. She leaned in a little bit, making distance between their faces shorter as she spoke. - I love you - it sounded so calm and good Arthur was sure he could melt away, right here and right now. He was looking at her lips and she bit the lower one, chewing on it. He put a hair strand behind her ear. Should he kiss her? After he stole her first kisses it felt almost like a crime. But he really wanted to do it properly. So he did and as they lips touched Arthur already knew how starved he was. He grabbed her without any thinking, forgetting about any pain and put her on his lap, making her gasp into his parted lips. Iris's didn't mind his smell, or beard scratching her face or that he tasted like blood. It was finally the kiss she wanted to have with him. It was getting rather hot between them. As he was pressing her to his body, Arthur did everything to make sure he touched all of her. She was sitting on him, his hips between her tights and he couldn't stop. First it was just touching all around but places he was interested in. But when two warm and round objects pressed against his naked chest through thin fabric of her blouse he lost it. Arthur made the kiss even more deep and her tongue invited him in. She tasted like honey, too. His thoughts become fuzzy enough to think he would check if her pussy wasn't made of honey when threw her on the bed and climbed on top of her. - W-wait - she gasped, catching air as her round breats were going up and down. Up and down. It was all he could think about it now - I-I have never done that before. Realisation came to him like water from ice-cold bucket. He just tried to mingle with a virgin to fuck her, when he not only looked like shit but smelled similar too. What kind of light he was putting himself into? Arthur panicked suddenly and backed off. He still couldn't help but look at her nipples, piercing thru the blouse. - Y-you are right, I should at least take a bath instead of doing all of that with you now. - All of that? - she asked curiously. She knew how sex worked but she couldn't imagine it. For some reason it made her squeeze her tights together but also caused fear. - Um, you know. Have sex? - he scratched his chin, not knowing where to look. - I don't know how it works. You know I can't even kiss properly - she started playing with her fingers, when wild blush on her cheeks became few shades darker. He wanted to say something but just stuttered. To think about it he couldn't describe things he would do to her even though he exactly knew. He wanted to touch her breasts and feel her skin, to bite her neck, to dive between her tights and watch her moan. - W-will you show me, Arthur? Maybe tomorrow... He gulped. Now perspective of sun coming up and getting a bath was exciting like never before. - Oh I can show you anything you want, sweetheart - he replied in low, husky voice. Arthur felt like an old, ugly fool when he realised how much he needed that. It was enough to make him happy and aroused when it came to her, she was just pecking his cheek and he already was thinking how it would be to see her in his bed. He was starved of love and warmth of woman's body. Then dirty thought came to his mind. - I could show you small bit of it now, if you want. In a way. You don't have to be afraid, it's not what you thinking. - And what exactly it is then? - she stirred in her place. Oh God, he realised, she's horny. - You gonna like it - he whispered into her mouth as he kissed her deeply and slowly. She was shaking beneath him as he slowly peppered her neck with kisses. He stopped when line of blouse told him to. He didn't know what to say next. "I'm gonna pick your skirt up?". Iris made it easier. - S-should I undress? Do you want to see m-my...you know... He couldn't help but nod and gulped. It was some kind of a dream. She got up and undressed, her small arms covering her breasts as she turned around to face him, her cheeks flushed with red. Oh. My. God. It wasn't only she was pretty, it was he never had a girl like it before realising it's something brand new when woman is so pale, delicate and she trembles for him. With surprised he noticed that she's shaved down there. - I know I look w-weird. I'm sorry - she whispered. He cleared his throat getting out of trance. - I can assure you it's not even close to weird - he licked his lips. Before she could say anything more he pushed her on the bed again, getting back to business. He finally could suck on her nipples and feel how skin between her tights felt. And it all was making him feverish. His lips traveled down her stomach and she gasped. - W-what you gonna do, Arthur? - she looked at him, her eyes hazy. Oh he wanted to have her, right now. - You gonna like it, babygirl - he whispered to her ear. It was dirty and hot feeling at the same time. And, God, she liked it a lot.

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bubbleweirdo · 4 years ago

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Alegría

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Summary: After her parents death, Joy Collins must take care of her brother and the small farm they live in. However this is not always easy and one night their lives change drastically.

Words: 2035

Main relationship: Javier Escuella/OC

Other relationships: Charles Smith/OC, Arthur Morgan/OC

Characters: Van der Linde gang, OCs

A/N: I’ve translated this writing from spanish to english because that’s my first language, so I’m sorry if there are grammatical errors. This is my first fic since I was like... Fourteen... And... Welp, it’s probably really cringey but I’ve been trying my best to write in a coherent way (some of my OCs in this fic are PoC -they don’t appear in this chapter tho- and I’m insecure because I want to treat them in the most respectful way I can, so if I portray them badly please, tell me) And well I’m basically PANICKING right now because I want to do everything RIGHT. So... yeah. Have fun with this if you can :’)

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Everything started when Cyrus, her ex lover, showed up at her house.

It was already a couple years since the siblings Joy and Tommy Collins lived alone. Their parents passed away from tuberculosis leaving their older daughter in the care of their small farm and her younger brother.

Joy had no choice but to become a mother for Tommy, doing everything possible so that they both would survive. Thomas' birth was welcome but unexpected news for the Collins. Joy was fourteen years old when the little one came into the world and even though in the moment it was already a reason for joy, now, nine years later she couldn’t imagine her life without helping him get on her mare every morning, fighting in the mud after a day of rain or singing him a lullaby at bedtime while stroking his copper curls.

The girl occasionally went to Valentine to sell or buy provisions and have a drink at the saloon, even spending a night with some attractive man every now and then. Sometimes she even yearned for some of the women who were hanging around, but she had never dared to speak to any of them. However, since the death of her parents, those night escapes had ended.

Her most recent lover had been Cyrus Kimble, the man who had knocked on her door that night. He was a tall fellow with sharp features and light blue eyes. His gaze had been kind at first but as soon as Joy started cutting her relationship with him, -partly because of her duties with the farm and Tommy, partly because she had begun to notice a certain possessiveness that she didn't like at all-, Cyrus started to show his true nature. When he saw her in Valentine he followed her, sometimes crying, other times demanding. Occasionally, like this time, he would show up at her farm begging her to come back with him.

However this night he didn’t beg. He pounded on the door, yelling for her to open it. Tommy had just finished braiding her long reddish hair when the banging began. With a tired grunt, Joy got up and opened the door reluctantly.

“What do you want, Cyrus? I’ve already told you-” A heavy silence formed as she realized she was being pointed at by a revolver. She looked him in the eye and he just stared back at her with an emotion she couldn’t identify. She swallowed hard. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to free you, Joy. You won’t have to take care of your farm or your brother. You can stay with me, nothing will stop you.” A smile formed on the man's face, more to himself than to her. He tugged on her arm and pulled her away from the door. “Guys!” he yelled, without letting go or stop aiming at her. Two men appeared in the dark and began to tie her hands. She didn't try to resist but took advantage of Cyrus's confidence at the moment to ram him with her shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and shoot up. Without losing time, she bit his ear. Quickly, Kimble's men pulled her away from him and pinned her to the ground, using the opportunity to tie her legs. Joy spat out Cyrus' blood as he gasped, being assisted by a third man.

“Damn whore!”

“Tommy! Tommy! Take Berry and run!” she screeched, trying to turn to look at her house, but a blow knocked her unconscious.

“Fuck… I'll carry her on my horse… Elijah, James, burn down the house and the barn, Jasper, be sure to kill the boy.”

Tommy had seen everything from the window of the house and as soon as he heard that he didn’t hesitate to run to the back door and go for Berry, his sister's mare.

“He ain’t here!” he heard Jasper say. “Of course he’s not idiot, he just ran out to the barn!” his partner replied. The boy didn’t even think about saddling, he climbed onto a stool, mounted Berry without any hesitation and left the barn riding at a gallop. He looked back and saw that at least one of them was following him. Panicking, he spurred the mare and got a little more ground, but it wasn’t long before his pursuer closed the distance and started shooting. Approaching the Little Creek river he could see a small camp on the other side.

“Help!” he yelled. “Help!” Four figures rose in alarm and at that moment a force outside him caused him to fall from the mount. A throbbing pain shot through his shoulder and his vision blurred as he watched Berry run away.

A few more shots and he heard a scream and a splash in the water. Someone in the distance managed to grab the mare by the bridles and reassure her. A man with slicked back black hair applied pressure to the wound.

“He’s a kid!” he exclaimed, without really addressing him. “"Hold on boy, you're going to get out of this. The bullet...” At that moment Tommy lost consciousness.

The light of dawn woke him up. Little by little the memories of that night came back to him and he sat up suddenly, disorientated. A scream escaped his lips as he felt a puncture in his left shoulder. Alarmed, he looked down to find it bandaged. Increasingly confused, he looked around, looking for any signs of the men who raided his house.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Commented a large man with a thick beard. “Dutch, the boy has woken up!” he exclaimed turning. A man dressed in an elegant red and black vest with gold chains hanging over it approached the bonfire where his enormous companion and another fellow –a guy with a scar on his chin that wouldn’t let his beard grow at that spot- were sitting around. Tommy recognized him then, he was the man who had picked him up when he fell from Berry. The memory of his mare made him react.

“Berry! Joy!” he tried to get up but the pain was too much.

“Easy, boy.” The man hurried over to him and helped him lie down again. “If you are worried about your mare: she is here, don’t worry. She didn’t go far and Javier managed to reassure her.” He put his hand to his forehead to take his temperature. “Dammit, he’s burning Arthur!”, the guy with the disparate beard nodded. “I’m on it.” He said as he got up with a cloth and approached the river. Dutch gestured to the one standing by the fire and he passed him a canteen for the boy to drink.

Tommy drank the water, grateful. It seemed like weeks since the last time he drank something.

“My… My sister…” he managed to say. “They took her. The men who were chasing me took my sister. It was Cyrus Kimble, he was always after her to go with him but Joy always rejected him. Last night he burned our house and ordered to kill me. I must find her sir, I don’t know what I will do without her.” A sob escaped his throat at the thought of what might have happened to his sister. The man scratched his chin with his hand, rings adorning his fingers.

“Boy, you’re in no condition to do that… you’re not even armed.”

“Help me sir, I beg you…” At that moment Arthur approached with the soaked cloth and placed it on the boy’s forehead. Meanwhile Dutch had fallen into a reflective silence. “Alright.” He answered at last. “Any idea where they may have taken her?”

“Thank you very much sir! I think Joy mentioned that he lived in a cabin around Wallace Station.”

“Arthur, go find Mr. Cyrus Kimbler. Take Javier with you. Bill and I will take the boy to camp, Miss Grimshaw will take better care of him than we do.”

The man got up and called Javier, a latino man who was standing guarda round the small camp where they had settled. They both got on their horses -a amber champagne Missouri Fox Trotter and a grey overo American Paint- and they went downriver.

Joy had woken up nauseated and with a metallic taste in the mouth. She still had the aftertaste of Cyrus's blood on her tongue, and the blow to her temple had taken its toll. Furthermore, it seemed that that bite had not been very funny for her captor, since he had gagged her while she was unconscious. When he realized she had woken up, the man approached her.

“Oh, Joy. Why did you have to make everything so difficult? You didn't want to speak… ” As he spoke, the girl analyzed where she was. She recognized Cyrus's room, in the cabin in which he lived. She was sitting on the bed. There was a candle on the nightstand, maybe if she got close she could burn the ropes.

He grabbed her neck and pulled up, forcing her to her feet awkwardly. The other hand caressed her cheek. “This could all have been different, honey. We could have been happy... But your brother had to meddle. Luckily, he won't bother us anymore.”

Anger boiled Joy's blood. She wanted to head butt him, but the movement only served to unbalance her and Cyrus's hand tightened on her throat.

It was then when they hard screams and gunshots. They both looked towards the door of the room, startled. Soon they stopped hearing it.

“Elijah! James! What happened?”

Silence.

“Elijah…?”

The door burst open and two men pointed their revolvers at them.

“Who are you?” he exclaimed furiously as he took out his own, pointing it alternately at each one. "What have you done to Elijah and James?"

"Your little friends have run away as soon as we've started shooting... Cyrus." replied the one closer, with brown hair and blue eyes.

“How do you know my name?”

“We only want the girl, her brother is looking for her. You can choose: you let her go or you die here.”

“What…? No! No, no, no! Never! Joy and I will be together forever! Forev-! What's that smell?” he turned, following the burning smell. The girl had taken advantage of the fact that he had released her neck to walk discreetly to small steps towards the nightstand and to burn enough the cords that tied her wrists so that they would break when trying to separate them. “No! Nooo!” he roared desperately, pouncing on her.

Without wasting time and trying not to lose her balance, she picked up the candle and stabbed it into his eye, pulling him back between squeals. The two men lowered their weapons, the latino whistled in surprise. She hastily removed the rag from her mouth and untied the ankle ties. She stepped over Cyrus and stood in front of her rescuers.

“It seems like you didn't need our help.” commented the brunette.

“Of course not.” the other agreed.

“Don't be silly, if you hadn't appeared he would have-”

“Watch out!” one of them exclaimed, while the other shot in her direction. Frightened, Joy closed her eyes expecting pain but instead she heard a body falling to the ground. She turned and saw Cyrus lying on the ground with a hole in his head. A chill ran down her spine, not because of his death, but because of what he could have done to her if he were still alive.

“It seems he didn't want to let you go, ese malnacido…” The latino pointed, putting his gun back.

“Miss…” his partner started, not knowing how to continue. She looked back at the corpse, still wondering what that man would have been able to do, before breathing in relief and responding.

“Joy Collins.”

“Miss Joy, I'm Arthur Morgan, this is Javier Escuella.” The man greeted with a nod. “We found your brother being chased by one of Mr. Kimble's friends on the banks of the Little Creek river. We managed to save him but a bullet hit him in the shoulder. We believe he will survive, but we have moved him to... our camp.”

"It's okay. I will go with you.”

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emtheanxiousdragon · 5 years ago

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Sanders Hospital AU

(Special thanks to @justisaisfine for some help developing this story!)

(This is the introduction to the AU. For full info, please see the AO3 story.)

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Located in sunny Miami, Florida, Sanders Hospital is one of the top-ranking public hospitals in the country. Famous for its charitable president Thomas Sanders (no relation to the name of the hospital, as he loves to joke), Sanders Hospital features an award-winning mental health department and pediatric center! Its connection to the local university has allowed for a wonderfully talented resident program and educational opportunities. In the hospital's long history, they have treated people from all walks of life- from homeless people to the President of the U.S! (He just spent a few days in the hospital with a broken leg, but still!)

As a public hospital, they naturally have less funding than private institutions. One of the biggest rivals to the hospital is St. Gemma's Hospital, a respectable private hospital that makes its home on the other side of Miami, closer to the rich beach houses and expensive hotels. They've been praised for possessing what some call the best burn ward in the Southern United States. Many of the doctors of the two hospitals share a respectful relationship and have aided one another when their personal expertise was needed. However, there's still tension between the two hospitals for government funding, alongside some personal tension between doctors.

Major Hospital Locations

The Main Lobby. The main entrance to Sanders Hospital is the first glimpse of the wonderful care that awaits you during your stay. The front doors are wheelchair accessible, with a long slope going down to the main floor. The smooth, curving metal reception desk sits below the hospital's logo- a rainbow-colored caduceus. Hubs of blue and grey lounge chairs and couches collect below warm circular lights. The lighting in the lobby changes depending on the time of day- on bright days, the lobby will use as much natural sunlight as possible. On dark days, or during dusk and dawn, the lights will shine a bright, but neutral color. During the night, the lights are turned to a warm yellow, as yellow light encourages rest far better than harsh blue or white. This part of the hospital lacks the stereotypical smells of rubbing alcohol and disinfectant. Instead, the smell of freshly baked pastries from the hospital coffee shop fills the lobby, accompanied by whatever Baths and Body Works scent the barista decided to use for the day. There's also a gift shop in the lobby where visitors can buy their ailing loved ones gifts to aid recovery!

The Pediatrics Ward. With beautiful swirls of color on the walls and cartoon characters, it doesn't take long to understand why the pediatrics department of Sanders Hospital has won so many rewards. Every step of the way, the doctors and nurses patrolling this side of the hospital are ready to comfort a child in pain. Patient rooms have a TV where families can put in DVDs they brought from home or from the hospital. Each room has a recliner and couch so parents and immediate family members don't have to leave their kids. This part of the hospital also contains the NICU, which can be a heart-breaking place at times. The doctors keep in close contact with the legal department's Child Protective Service officers. If the pediatricians suspect child abuse or a child loses their parents, they don't hesitate to call the CPS officers, cause guess what? These folks are the nice sort of CPS officers! The department has gone under fire at times by people claiming they have pushed the borders of a doctor/patient relationship (giving personal gifts to patients, favoritism, becoming too much of a friend to the patient and less of a doctor), but so far they've kept their heads above water

Entertainment Row. While not its official name, hospital staff call this part of the hospital Entertainment Row for its patient services. This part of the hospital has a library that patients can borrow from, including books and DVDs. There is a lounge room with TVs and gaming devices with windows looking over the city. Since its on the top floor of the hospital, it also opens up to the roof-top garden, where patients can walk around and enjoy some fresh air. There's even a gardening program at the hospital where patients can help grow and harvest fruits and veggies to use in the kitchens! It's a wonderful way to boost a patient's emotional health and give them a chance to relax between tests and treatments. Entertainment Row also hosts classrooms for long-term students so they don't fall behind on studies. Often these classrooms are used by patients booked long-term into the mental services department, but those struggling with cancer, tuberculosis, and other diseases that require long-term hospital care are still able to keep up their education.

The Emergency Department. While not as famed as other parts of the Sanders Hospital, the emergency department does host a no wait policy- patients are taken straight to beds without waiting, as those with serious conditions cannot spend half an hour waiting for someone to check them in. This makes the ED a pretty chaotic place. However, the policy has been credited to saving multiple lives and even for stopping an epidemic! (That's a story for another time). With a central hub of desks and computers, doctors can hop from one patient to another and quickly determine if they need to be checked into a room or if they can soon head home.

The ICU. The hospital tries its best to keep the ICU a naturally lit environment. It runs on a similar light system as the main lobby and they try to have windows in each room. However, with the nature of the ICU, there's still a sense of dread and worry that hangs over anyone who visits the area. Experienced doctors appreciate the less gloomy atmosphere, but with the smell of disinfectant trying to overpower the lingering stenches of those too far gone to save and withering gift shop flowers sitting on mantels, the gloom still remains.

The Psychiatric Department. The other most awarded department of Sanders Hospital, this part of the hospital has the most personalized rooms. As most patients who find themselves in these rooms are at the hospital for long-term care and observation, the staff allow them to add a few more personal touches to the rooms than long-term patients in other departments may be allowed to. As long as the items can't hurt them, they can have them. The offices of each doctor are also personal, designed for therapy, to relax patients when they come in. Each office also has the personal touch of the doctors, as it helps them bond with their patients in a way that makes them feel more open to share their issues.

Doctor's Lounges. With a few in different parts of the hospital shared by different departments, the lounges are places where doctors, nurses, and residents can settle down for a bit. There are beds against one wall for those on long shifts and kitchen space for doctors to store food and even do a bit of cooking if the chance comes. You can find many residents finishing papers and studies around the rectangular plastic tables in the center of the room while also chowing down a quick dinner. The staff like to keep most of their work troubles outside of the lounges, however.

The President's Office/The Board Rooms: Thomas Sanders' office is usually empty. Since this is a president who likes to be on the floor doing what he went to school to do whenever he can, its usually locked. When he's working on presidential business or other similar work, those entering are greeted by the usually open balcony behind his desk with a marvelous view of Miami. Sometimes he'll be on that balcony, drinking some coffee and watching the sunset. The shelves along one wall contain a mixture of personal items and work-related stuff- diplomas and awards, Steven Universe pop figurines, the latest medical journals, a few favorite knick-knacks. (Dr. Picani usually avoids the office so he's not tempted to steal his boss's figurines). Next door to the office are the hospital board rooms, where the hospital board members meet and discuss the goings-on of Sanders Hospital. A yellow-tan room with a long wooden table and a monitor at the end, the board rooms are very professional. If a staff member gets called up there during a board meeting, something's probably going to go down. While the hospital president may be an honorable man, the same can't be said for all of his board members. The rooms are more inviting when used for Thomas's meeting with his department chairs.

The Lock-Up. As a public hospital, Sanders is in charge of treating prisoners from some of the big prisons around Miami. All prisoners are kept in a special, separate ward away from the rest of the prison under heavy protection. Doctors and nurses must put all equipment through scanners and confirm items with security personnel before they can enter. Prisoners are to stay in their areas (curtained off sections with beds) unless given permission to leave. All types of prisoners are treated here, from juvie kids stuck for a few months for vandalism, to serial killers doing double-life sentences.

Staff Members

Thomas Sanders- Hospital President

Thomas Sanders started his career at Sanders Hospital when he was a teenager, volunteering in Entertainment Row. Living in the area, young Thomas snagged a summer job in the library and helped many young kids find books to entertain themselves during chemo and therapy. Thomas loved helping others, even back then. He went to med school specializing in art therapy and mental health services but later got some cardiovascular certification so he could better assist in surgeries. He got a job at the hospital that started it all, getting a residency in the psychiatric department. When he joined the department, the place was gloomy, with depressing rooms and depressing offices. As Thomas climbed the ranks, his positivity and infectious happiness spread around the department. Rooms became brighter, offices became more welcoming, and patients became happier. While the hospital board cared less about patient happiness, they did care that Thomas's effect on the department was bringing in more patients and making money. He became the head of the psychiatric department. When the former president retired, Thomas was offered the job. He accepted, hoping to improve even more of the hospital.

While he can struggle against the greed and ambition of his board members (whom he sadly cannot get rid of alone), Thomas has slowly but surely found his place as a respectable, kind, and intelligent hospital president. He helped turn the hospital into a major LGBTQ+ supporter in Florida. He's a hands-on sort of president, wanting to keep in touch with each part of his hospital. He tries hard to make real changes happen and affect the community in a positive way. His personality, which helped change the psychiatric department so much, has now changed the entire hospital for the better. People joke that he's done so much, they renamed the place after him, but he swears it was a coincidence. He justs tries to put some good into the world.

Joan Stokes- Medical Director

Joan Stokes is Thomas's right hand in the hospital. The two met in med school, when Joan helped Thomas work on this thesis on the health issues of Miami LGBTQ+ people. Joan kept in touch with Thomas after they graduated and the two were very close friends. Joan started their residency at St. Gemma's and got first-hand experience in their prized burn ward. They moved to Sanders a few years after completing their residency to take a job as a general surgeon. They met their partner, Talyn, while working on a case involving a kidney transplant on someone who recently lost an arm.

Joan has always been the more level-headed, more focused one in their friendship with Thomas. As medical director, they are able to take Thomas's swirls of imagination and inspiration and apply those ideas on a practical level, adding in their own ideas. The only real arguments you'll see Joan get into with Thomas are about the job. They are a private person, but when they are around people they're comfortable with, their outgoing and funny sides emerge. If kids spot them in the pediatric ward, they'll probably make a few jokes. Depending on the adults in the area, they may sneak in a few 'mature' jokes as well.

Roman Prince- Public Services Director

Where Joan is the right hand of Thomas, Roman is the left. He doesn't have the medical skill that Joan and Thomas have, but he does have a presence that few can argue with. He's in charge of Entertainment Row and manages fundraisers, public appearances, speeches, and special events. He puts a special effort into the entertainment that patrols the pediatric ward entertaining kids- balloon artists, hospital dogs, everything! Entertainment is the best way to cheer up kids! He's the face of Sanders Hospital, appearing on talk shows and representing the issues of the hospital and the medical community.

Of course, there's doubt in his role- a high school drop-out managing a hospital? What can he say about the medical community when he never even went to college? To his friends, it doesn't matter. But it does to him. When the stress of public services becomes too much, he'll take part in his passion- teaching kids how to act at the local YMCA. He loves acting, and tries to find any chance he can to do so.

Patton Foster- Head of Pediatrics

This bubbly man was simply made to handle kids! Patton is known as 'Doctor Sweetheart' by some of the nurses and lower-level staff, as he treats everyone with fatherly kindness and respect. He always takes time to ask people how they're doing and is always ready to give advice. He always gets a laugh out of the younger kids and connects to the teenagers in the department extremely well. (If we're being honest, he's the source of most of those accusations of pushing the doctor/patient relationship too far, and they're probably right, but is that a bad thing?) He's ready to share tears with parents in pain, who are definitely included in his advice-giving. When people questioned whether to hire Logan Berry as the head of the Emergency Department, their biggest concern was that Patton would lose focus working alongside his husband. So far they haven't had to worry. Much.

Despite his fatherly and loving nature, Patton can be extremely stubborn. He often refuses to resort to any treatments that would cause a conflict with his morals, always searching for different ways to go about things, therefore ignoring the treatment that would save his patient's life until it was truly the only answer. When it comes to his moral standards, he can be strict. However, he's always looking to improve himself and be kind to others, supporting self-care, self-love, and the expression of emotions (even when he tries to repress the ones he has).

Logan Berry- Head of the Emergency Department

When you think of a doctor, you're probably thinking of Logan Berry. A logic-driven man able to put aside his emotions to get the job done, he is a shining example of the knowledge and respect commanded by doctors. When asked why he doesn't pursue a more glamourous and financially rewarding position at St. Gemma's or a similar institution, his answer is always the same- "I'm needed here." Logan has spent his life seeking to spread knowledge. He got a teaching degree alongside his medical degree and had a very unique residence- as a teacher's assistant at a medical college in New York, spending half of his time teaching and the other half fulfilling his medical requirements at the nearest hospital. Only a few days after his residency ended, he quit his TA job and moved back to his home state of Florida.

Logan took a job at a small, poorly funded clinic in the slums of Miami. He tried to educate his patients to better care for themselves, but he couldn't reach many people. He worked himself into exhaustion. The end result is poorly recorded- all that remains are some buried medical records in the file rooms of Sanders Hospital, a few police reports, and a metal leg that clicked whenever Logan walked. It was during his physical therapy at Sanders Hospital that Logan met Patton, who was only a year into his job. The two became close, and in a few years of therapy, re-adjustment to work, and new friendships, Logan and Patton were married. Logan tied up the loose ends of his old clinic and applied for the position as the head of the Emergency Department at Sanders Hospital.

Virgil Lawson- Head of Nursing

Being at the top of the chain of nurses for Sanders Hospital is tough, but at least Virgil actually cares about what he's doing. Despite the fact that he lives off the hospital coffee shop and its vending machines, hasn't been back to his apartment in four days, deals with more work than one man should legally be allowed to, and deals with not only generalized/social anxiety but chronic panic attacks, Virgil Lawson is the happiest he's been in a long time. He protects and encourages both his nurses and his friends, acting as a source of calm in the constant storm of medical work. His no-nonsense attitude is perfect for nursing as he deals with crabby patients. He's rarely more in the zone than when he's running around the hospital to his next assignment, running through treatments in his head. Hospital security even consider him an honorary member of their team when the head of security caught him practicing kung fu in an empty doctor's lounge (he learned in high school, as a hobby and for self-defense)

He didn't start out working at Sanders Hospital. Virgil grew up in Atlanta and went to school at University of Florida. Once he was a registered nurse, he realized that he was actually alone in Florida. His single mother had died while he was in college, and he didn't have any other family. He started out working for a company that sent the rich private nurses, but he would have gone insane had he stayed. He decided to find a job somewhere that would pay well, and ended up in the employ of St. Gemma's Hospital. He doesn't talk about his time there. What most people know is that Virgil looked into the recently opened position for Head of Nursing at Sanders and a few months later, he was fired from St. Gemma's. A week after that, he became the new Head of Nursing. Few understand why he has such a deep hatred for the rival hospital.

Emile Picani- Head of the Psychiatric Department

Sanders Hospital has been known for a quirky staff, but Emile takes the cake. He did a tour with the Navy for a few years out of high school before resigning and beginning his path towards becoming a licensed therapist and psychiatrist. He found some fame in the medical field for his fascinating thesis paper on the use of cartoons as a therapeutic tool. That was what made Emile such a unique therapist- he was able to find cartoons and shows and movies to connect with his patients and help them understand themselves better. That was also what made it difficult to hold down a job. He got positions at a lot of places, but he could never stay long. It was always the same song- he was too loud, people found him too strange to connect to, he couldn't keep a stable patient quota, he didn't blend well with the other staff.

Emile bounced around the country, doing his best for people for as long as he could before he was eventually forced out. If it bothered him, he didn't let it show. Eventually, he stumbled into Miami on the coattails of DisneyWorld tourists and found a therapist position open at Sanders Hospital. He wasn't expecting to get the job. However, Thomas got a hand on his file and remembered reading his thesis- he loved that thesis! He hired Emile and, fully expecting to be fired within the month, started setting up his old cartoon routine. But something was different this time. This time, he stayed. He got a steady flow of patients who wanted to stay with him. Emile finally found his place.

Remy Dormir- Barista

Remy seemed to fit more with the club-hopping, coffee shop roaming, hipster crowd than anything found in a hospital. Still, there he was, running the Sanders Hospital coffee shop. And owning it. He's got the orders of his favorite and frequent customers memorized, Emile and Virgil among the top of that list in their respective categories. If you want news about Sanders, then honey, you've come to the right place. He knows every dirty secret floating through the hospital. He could destroy careers with a single word, but mostly he just uses that knowledge to tease friends and put a greedy doctor back in line once and a while.

Remy acts like the counselor for the hospital in a way. Despite his love of gossip, he's great at keeping secrets, so many find themselves venting to the barista as he pulls out the next batch of cinnamon rolls. He might spill a petty secret here or there, but he would never truly betray someone. He sometimes acts superior to everyone and like he doesn't care. Only one of those statements is true. Many ignore him, but the wise will drop a tip into his jar and get the latest scoop of Sanders Hospital drama. He's living in a medical drama and he knows it.

Nate Christopoulos (Crime-Fighter Guy)- Head of Security

Hospitals aren't safe anymore. Scoundrels lurk behind every heart monitor, ready to strike. Even doctors can be bought. But Sanders Hospital is safe under the protective watch of Man in Black, the Man of Two Worlds, the Man of Legend- Nate Christopoulos! A biracial, bisexual, former private investigator with a film noir obsession, Nate is in charge of the hospital security. He keeps a special eye on the lock-up so no prisoners cause any disturbances. He relishes when he's called to action to defend someone. He's a crime fighter at heart! He spends half of his time watching the live security feeds in his office and the rest patrolling the halls. When near the pediatrics ward, he pretends he's going in slow motion to make the kids laugh.

He spends quite a bit of time around Remy, fueling up on coffee and getting the latest in criminal goings-on. The two share a passion for sarcasm and sunglasses. The most excitement he sees on a regular basis is handling a violent patient in Dr. Picani's department. He works with the police whenever suspects and witnesses to crimes are treated in the hospital- he's not going to let a stereotypical hospital assassination take place under his watch!

Talyn- Physical Therapist

Never one for last names, Talyn deals in those recovering from limb loss, intense injury, certain surgeries, and those dealing with certain chronic illnesses. Their job is to strengthen their bodies so they can return to something resembling their old strength. They're quite the fashionista, coming in with new hair colors every other week (patients are extremely impressed when they dye their eyebrows). Their blunt attitude helps push their patients towards recovery and helps them not give up. They've heard their fair share of war stories from veterans returning from overseas. They just let their patients vent it all out.

When relaxing from their emotionally draining job, they'll often talk to their partner Joan or Virgil, both of whom had enough common sense to talk about things other than work sometimes. They love wearing fun clothes whenever they can, occasionally coming up with silly costume days for patients just to get an excuse to wear funner clothes. They are one of the two people Logan is comfortable discussing his injury with.

Dr. D.- Cardiovascular and General Surgeon of St. Gemma's, Sanders Hospital Consultant

For someone in the medical field, Dr. D. should really be clearer on what his name is. Some call him Deceit behind his back because of his secretive nature. Of course, official records and close friends know his full name, but he prefers to keep it hidden. His patients don't need to know his full name. He gets what he needs from his patients and tells them what they need, and then he leaves. The next time he sees them, it'll be under the knife. It would be a stretch to call Dr. D. a crooked doctor. He doesn't take bribes or kill anyone. He is, however, always ready to break hospital policy to get his job done, and has developed a special skill in covering up his lawbreaking. Usually, he tosses hospital security at whatever Remus is doing and that's that.

He specializes in surgery on burn victims, operating in St. Gemma's famed burn ward. When he was a child, Dr. D. was treated at that very burn ward after his father's smoking burned down their apartment, killing his mother and leaving him orphaned. He still has the scars from the experience- crumpled, burned skin that covers half of his face, surgical scars repairing his nerves, hands so scarred he never takes off his gloves. His injuries don't affect his surgeries, but he never bothered to get plastic surgery and fix his face. His scars were a reminder- he couldn't trust people, like he couldn't trust his dad to stop smoking or get a job.

Remus Prince- St. Gemma's(?) Janitor

Every hero needs an evil twin. Remus fulfills that role for Roman. The twins were both high school dropouts, but Remus wasn't quite as successful as his brother. Perhaps it was his violent tendencies that made it difficult to find a job in the creative arts. It could also be his OCD- those intrusive thoughts of his that forced him to do such strange rituals, Roman was the only one who ever understood why he did those things. Sometimes it was tough to tell what strange things Remus wanted to do, or what were truly intrusive thoughts. A relationship with his twin was always difficult to maintain. It was tough to tell whether either twin wanted to know the other sometimes. Sometimes they did, sometimes they didn't. Most people don't know he's related to Roman. Regardless of siblings, Remus works as a janitor, cleaning up hospital floors and messes with intense focus.

Sanders Hospital staff aren't sure where Remus works. They'll see him cleaning the halls of Sanders Hospital or changing bedsheets- one of the nurses once spotted him giving a patient a sponge bath! He's not listed in the staff, but he still cleans the hospital (someone apparently saw Remus get a check from the hospital, but that was never proven). It's the same thing at St. Gemma's, but there isn't a staff member there willing to confirm or deny Remus's employment. He most likely works there, but no one is completely sure. Nate and his security team have been ordered to escort Remus off hospital grounds when they catch him, but they don't do a good job at it. He is Nate's number one enemy.

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There you go! The start to a new AU! I’m ready to make a tag list for anyone who likes this AU! I’m also suggestings asks about this series directed to me or the characters! At the time of this post, all characters are open.

I also accept prompts for short stories about the characters! I can’t guarantee your suggestion would be written, or that it would be quick, but I will see what I can do!

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HIV(AIDS)

HIV stands for human immunodeficiency virus. It is a virus that attacks cells that help the body fight infection, specifically the white blood cells called CD4 cells. HIV destroys these CD4 cells (T cells), making a person more vulnerable to other infections and diseases such as tuberculosis and some cancers. It is spread by contact with certain bodily fluids of a person with HIV, most often spreads through unprotected sex (without a condom or HIV medicine to prevent or treat HIV) with a person who has HIV. It may also spread by sharing drug needles or through contact with the blood of a person who has HIV. Women can give it to their babies during pregnancy or childbirth. First identified in 1981, HIV is the cause of one of humanity’s deadliest and most persistent epidemics.

The human body can’t get rid of HIV and no effective HIV cure exists. So, once you have HIV, you have it for life. However, by taking HIV medicine (called antiretroviral therapy or ART), people with HIV can live long and healthy lives and prevent transmitting HIV to their sexual partners. In addition, there are effective methods to prevent getting HIV through sex or drug use, including pre-exposure prophylaxis (PrEP) and post-exposure prophylaxis (PEP).

Without treatment, the infection might progress to an advanced disease stage where it reduces the number of CD4 cells (T cells) in the body, making the person more likely to get other infections or infection-related cancers. Over time, HIV can destroy so many of these cells that the body can’t fight off infections and disease, this stage is called AIDS (acquired immunodeficiency syndrome). However, modern advances in treatment mean that people living with HIV in countries with good access to healthcare very rarely develop AIDS once they are receiving treatment.

Causes:

Scientists identified a type of chimpanzee in Central Africa as the source of HIV infection in humans. Scientists suspect the simian immunodeficiency virus (SIV) jumped from chimps to humans when people consumed infected chimpanzee meat or when they came into contact with their infected blood. Studies show that HIV may have jumped from apes to humans as far back as the late 1800s. Over decades, the virus slowly spread across Africa over the course of several decades and later into other parts of the world. We know that the virus has existed in the United States since at least the mid to late 1970s.

To become infected with HIV, infected blood, semen or vaginal secretions must enter your body. This can happen by having sex, you may become infected if you have any kind of sex with an infected partner whose blood, semen or vaginal secretions enter your body. By sharing needles, sharing contaminated IV drug paraphernalia (needles and syringes) puts you at high risk of HIV and other infectious diseases, such as hepatitis. The risk of HIV transmitting through blood transfusions is extremely low in countries that have effective screening procedures in place for blood donations. Infected mothers can pass the virus on to their babies during pregnancy or delivery or through breast-feeding. Mothers who are HIV-positive and get treatment for the infection during pregnancy can significantly lower the risk to their babies.

How HIV doesn't spread

You can't become infected with HIV through ordinary contact. That means you can't catch HIV or AIDS by hugging, kissing, dancing or shaking hands with someone who has the infection. HIV doesn't spread through the air, water nor insect bites.

Symptoms:

After the first month or so, HIV enters the clinical latency stage. This stage can last from a few years to a few decades. Some people don’t have any symptoms during this time, while others may experience a flu-like illness within 2 to 4 weeks after infection (Stage 1 HIV infection). But some people may not feel sick during this stage. Flu-like symptoms include fever, chills, rash, night sweats, muscle aches, sore throat, fatigue, swollen lymph nodes, or mouth ulcers. Other symptoms may include dark splotches under the skin or inside the mouth, nose, or eyelids, sores, spots, or lesions of the mouth and tongue, genitals, or anus, bumps, lesions, or rashes of the skin, recurrent or chronic diarrhea, rapid weight loss, neurologic problems such as trouble concentrating, memory loss, and confusion, and anxiety and depression.

HIV symptoms at this stage may come and go, or they may progress rapidly. This progression can be slowed substantially with treatment. With the consistent use of this antiretroviral therapy, chronic HIV can last for decades and will likely not develop into AIDS, if treatment was started early enough.

For the most part, infections by other bacteria, viruses, fungi, or parasites cause the more severe symptoms of HIV. These conditions tend to progress further in people who live with HIV than in individuals with healthy immune systems. A correctly functioning immune system would protect the body against the more advanced effects of infections, and HIV disrupts this process.

As with the early stage, HIV is still infectious during this time even without symptoms and can be transmitted to another person. However, the only way to know for sure whether you have HIV is to get tested. If someone has these symptoms and thinks they may have been exposed to HIV, it’s important that they get tested.

For the most part, symptoms of HIV are similar in men and women. However, symptoms they experience overall may differ based on the different risks men and women face if they have HIV. Both men and women with HIV are at increased risk of sexually transmitted infections (STIs). However, women may be less likely than men to notice small spots or other changes to their genitals. In addition, women with HIV are at increased risk of recurrent vaginal yeast infections, other vaginal infections, including bacterial vaginosis, pelvic inflammatory disease (PID), menstrual cycle changes, and human papillomavirus (HPV), which can cause genital warts and lead to cervical cancer.

Diagnosis:

The only way to know for sure if you have HIV is to get tested. Knowing your status is important because it helps you make healthy decisions to prevent getting or transmitting HIV. Testing is relatively simple. You can ask your health care provider for an HIV test. Many medical clinics, substance abuse programs, community health centers, and hospitals offer them too. You can also buy a home testing kit at a pharmacy or online, however, such results should only be considered as a full diagnosis following review and confirmation by a qualified health worker.

Knowledge of one’s HIV-positive status has two important benefits. People who test positive can take steps to get treatment, care and support before symptoms appear, which can prolong life and prevent health complications for many years. And people who are aware of their status can take precautions to prevent the transmission of HIV to others.

HIV can be diagnosed through blood or saliva testing. Available tests include, antigen/antibody tests. These tests usually involve drawing blood from a vein. Antigens are substances on the HIV virus itself and are usually detectable in the blood within a few weeks after exposure to HIV. Antibody tests. These tests look for antibodies to HIV in blood or saliva. Most rapid HIV tests, including self-tests done at home, are antibody tests. Antibody tests can take three to 12 weeks after you're exposed to become positive. Nucleic acid tests (NATs). These tests look for the actual virus in your blood (viral load). They also involve blood drawn from a vein. If you might have been exposed to HIV within the past few weeks, your doctor may recommend NAT. NAT will be the first test to become positive after exposure to HIV. Talk to your doctor about which HIV test is right for you. If any of these tests are negative, you may still need a follow-up test, weeks to months later to confirm the results.

Treatment:

Currently, there's no cure for HIV/AIDS. Once you have the infection, your body can't get rid of it. However, there are many medications that can control HIV and prevent complications. These medications are called antiretroviral therapy (ART). Everyone diagnosed with HIV should be started on ART, regardless of their stage of infection or complications. A person living with HIV can reduce their viral load to such a degree that it is no longer detectable in a blood test. After assessing a number of large studies, the CDC concluded that individuals who have no detectable viral load “have effectively no risk of sexually transmitting the virus to an HIV-negative partner.” Medical professionals refer to this as undetectable = untransmittable (U=U). The person still has HIV, but the virus is not visible in test results. However, the virus is still in the body. And if that person stops taking antiretroviral therapy, the viral load will increase again and the HIV can again start attacking CD4 cells. People living with HIV generally take a combination of medications called highly active antiretroviral therapy (HAART) or combination antiretroviral therapy (cART). This approach has the best chance of lowering the amount of HIV in the blood. There are many ART options that combine three HIV medications into one pill, taken once daily.

There are a number of subgroups of antiretrovirals, such as:

- Protease inhibitors, protease is an enzyme that HIV needs to replicate. These medications bind to the enzyme and inhibit its action, preventing HIV from making copies of itself. These include:

o atazanavir/cobicistat (Evotaz)

o lopinavir/ritonavir (Kaletra)

o darunavir/cobicistat (Prezcobix)

- Integrase inhibitors: HIV needs integrase, another enzyme, to infect T cells. This drug blocks integrase. These are often the first line of treatment due to their effectiveness and limited side effects for many people.

o elvitegravir (Vitekta)

o dolutegravir (Tivicay)

o raltegravir (Isentress)

o Nucleoside/nucleotide reverse transcriptase inhibitors (NRTIs)

- This class of drugs, also referred to as “nukes,” interfere with HIV as it tries to replicate:

o abacavir (Ziagen)

o lamivudine/zidovudine (Combivir)

o emtricitabine (Emtriva)

o tenofovir disproxil (Viread)

o Non-nucleoside reverse transcriptase inhibitors (NNRTIs) that work in a similar way to NRTIs, making it more difficult for HIV to replicate.

There are also emergency HIV pills, or post-exposure prophylaxis

If an individual believes they have been exposed to the virus within the last 3 days, anti-HIV medications, called post-exposure prophylaxis (PEP), may be able to stop infection. Take PEP as soon as possible after potential contact with the virus. PEP is a treatment lasting a total of 28 days, and physicians will continue to monitor for HIV after the completion of the treatment.

People will often use a combination of these drugs to suppress HIV. A medical team will adapt the exact mix of drugs to each individual. HIV treatment is usually permanent, lifelong, and based on routine dosage. A person living with HIV must take pills on a regular schedule. Each class of ARVs has different side effects, but possible common side effects include:

nausea

fatigue

diarrhea

headache

skin rashes

When people get HIV and don’t receive treatment, they will typically progress through three stages of disease. Treatment can slow or prevent progression from one stage to the next. Also, people with HIV who take HIV medicine as prescribed and get and keep an undetectable viral load have effectively no risk of transmitting HIV to an HIV-negative partner through sex.

Stage 1: Acute HIV infection

Within 2 to 4 weeks after infection with HIV, people may experience a flu-like illness, which may last for a few weeks. This is the body’s natural response to infection. When people have acute HIV infection, they have a large amount of virus in their blood and are very contagious. But people with acute infection are often unaware that they’re infected because they may not feel sick right away or at all. To know whether someone has acute infection, either an antigen/antibody test or a nucleic acid (NAT) test is necessary. If you think you have been exposed to HIV through sex or drug use and you have flu-like symptoms, seek medical care and ask for a test to diagnose acute infection.

Stage 2: Clinical latency (HIV inactivity or dormancy)

This period is sometimes called asymptomatic HIV infection or chronic HIV infection. During this phase, HIV is still active but reproduces at very low levels. People may not have any symptoms or get sick during this time. For people who aren’t taking medicine to treat HIV, this period can last a decade or longer, but some may progress through this phase faster. People who are taking medicine to treat HIV (ART) as prescribed may be in this stage for several decades. It’s important to remember that people can still transmit HIV to others during this phase. However, people who take HIV medicine as prescribed and get and keep an undetectable viral load (or stay virally suppressed) have effectively no risk of transmitting HIV to their HIV-negative sexual partners. At the end of this phase, a person’s viral load starts to go up and the CD4 cell count begins to go down. As this happens, the person may begin to have symptoms as the virus levels increase in the body, and the person moves into Stage 3.

Stage 3: Acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS)

AIDS is the most severe phase of HIV infection. People with AIDS have such badly damaged immune systems that they get an increasing number of severe illnesses, called opportunistic illnesses.

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1) Okay… the “Previously On…” brings up several interesting points from season 1 – Bobo telling Waverly she’s not even an Earp, and Wynonna not really buying they’ve truly defeated the seven revenants. I hope this doesn’t ruin my figuring things out on my own as I watch this episode…

2) The Creepster’s sisters are pretending they fell asleep like everyone else and that they don’t know about the widows, but Wynonna is not buying it. Trust your instincts, girl.

3) A+ writing.

WYNONNA: Mercedes wasn't Mercedes! Usually, she's a fun bitch, not a bitch bitch, which is like "Whoa, bitch," but - It's a bitch thing.

I also noticed this is how Wynonna deflected and avoided answering Dolls’ questions about her seeing a doctor. But like, when would she have seen one? She found out she was pregnant and then boom! 3 to 6 months passed and they’ve been fighting demons since then, so...

4) I genuinely laughed at this…

5) Wynonna got a head rush and Dolls immediately called Doc and told him they had a Code Rainbow, and I can’t wait to find out how and when they came up with a code for Wynonna-related situations, and why is it called Rainbow?

6) The widows are burning Clootie’s head and she whispers “Holliday” and what about the connection between Clootie and Doc? And now someone is coming after Doc?! But they seem to be from the Wild West, like literally? WTF

7) This is the most Wynonna thing a pregnant Wynonna could do…

8) Dolls and Doc literally dragged a doctor to Wynonna’s to have her checked. Bless them. Also, bless the doctor. She seems like a cool lady who takes no bullshit and genuinely cares about her patient.

9) Doc is coughing… is he… getting his tuberculosis back now that Cootie is dead? Is their bond broken and he’s no longer immortal?

10) This is such a Spike reaction…

11) DOC MIGHT NOT BE THE DAD?!

12) Oh lord, Doc is having one of those days where nothing is coming up Doc! Now he’s been marked for capture and execution for a warrant that was filed against him 135 FUCKING YEARS AGO! Damn, these people know how to hold a grudge! Isn’t there a statute of limitations on these things?

13) Waverly is freaking out about Doc not being the dad, and tbh, so am I. He will be totally crushed!

14) And now Wynonna has to break it to him and he’s being the sweetest most perfect gentlemen and I’m crying?

DOC: So… May I ask - are you doing alright? WYNONNA: Of course you can ask. DOC: Things have changed since my day regarding male participation in these matters but I'll be as involved as you desire. No more, no less. All I want, and excuse me for being old-fashioned, is for you to be healthy for you to be as close to happy as possible. And I will do anything, I will give anything to ensure it. WYNONNA: You're such an asshole. DOC: Maybe I said it wrong.

He’s going to get his heartbroken, isn’t he?

And of course, she didn’t tell him...

15) I AM FUCKING JEREMY OKAY?!

JEREMY: I mean, imagine the little rascal if he has Doc's piercing blue eyes and Wynonna's luscious hair. I swear, seriously, we are going to be defenseless against such a glorious creature.

He even wants to babysit their baby, and so do I! But why is he assuming it’s going to be a boy? I’d wager it’s a girl.

16) You know, everyone gives Jeremy such a hard time, but he’s such a trooper. Accidentally or not, he just found some key evidence to figure out whether Mercedes and her sisters are the widows, okay? And he also figured out the location of the seal before that. He might be a doofus, but he gets shit done and he deserves some respect.

17) Nicole is mommysitting Wynonna and I love it, these two can and should become besties.

18) OMG Waverly just spilled the beans about the baby quite possibly not being Doc’s…

No, she won’t be better off!!!

19) So… Wynonna’s alter ego is Aphrodite and she is a stripper who worked at Pussy Willows. Sounds about right. But Wynonna is not about to tell her one-night stand that he might be a baby daddy. Instead… she plans on stealing a glass with his saliva on it to do a paternity test. That is the most rational way to deal with this situation.

20) WTF!

Is she having a revenant baby?!! Can revenants even have babies?!

21) I died!

22) And now Dolls is congratulating Doc and it’s like he’s inadvertently rubbing salt in his wound…

23) Nicole is getting hammered because she’s having all of Wynonna’s drinks. And now the revenant shows himself and he seems to be aware he had a one-night stand with the one and only Heir…

24) OMG Jeremy has just locked all them in here with his binding spell, didn’t he? Because they inhaled the thingy he was trying to bind?! This is not looking good for Doc! And Jeremy’s reaction…

25) Nicole is the cutest and the dumbest drunk but she still has game, I love her.

26) They are literally bound together, like one moves, the others do, too… Please let this last forever…

27) Or maybe not!

This whole scene was comedy gold!

28) The Sheriff who is after Doc is a phantom, they cannot hurt him, except… Dolls did? How?!

29) Wynonna just said “Abort! Abort!” and apologized to the baby and I died hahahaha!

30) Well, I guess this whole being bound together has brought some issues to the surface…

DOLLS: This is about a girl? You're the most selfish guy I know. You do whatever you want, whenever you want, and then when you get in trouble, you bring everybody down with you. DOC: Oh, I thought we were gonna be mature about things. I was leaving to face my demons on my own, which is how I work best. DOLLS: Wynonna, that baby, they need you, so this whole lone-wolf shit that you're doing, it ain't gonna cut it. 'Cause guess what, Doc, you're gonna be a daddy. DOC: Well, it is quite possible that I ain't. I reckon that should put your mind at ease.

Dolls does make a great point about Doc needing to stick around for Wynonna and the baby, whether it’s his or not. But I think what Doc was trying to do was take his problems somewhere else and not pile them on Wynonna and possibly put her and the baby in danger. Fleeing is always his first response in the face of trouble, but he has stuck around, hasn’t he?

31) Okay, now they’re facing a whole army of ghosts. That should be a piece of cake.

32) Wynonna now needs to figure out how to deal with the may-be revenant daddy of her might-be heir/revenant baby. Waverly suggests offing him, but… that feels wrong, somehow? It’s the baby’s daddy, after all. Wynonna is looking for an alternative, though.

33) Doc is about to be executed and he’s just told Dolls and Jeremy that he’s not going down without a fight, and like, if they’re still bound, that’s going to be hilarious.

34) Dolls just spoke on behalf of Doc and called him his brother and I’m over here like awwwwwwww! And he literally saved Doc by outranking the Sheriff. He actually pardoned Doc! They’re bros in love!

35) Oh god, I take it back, I take it back! He so does deserve to be shot in the fucking dick!

DOUCHEBAG: I remember that night. You stumbling in all doe-eyed drunk, working those West-coast hips to a little Lana teasing out lap dances for free. WAVERLY: Stop it! DOUCHEBAG: The place was crawling with revenants, and here you were performing for them all. Of course, I was the only one that knew you were the heir. I admit I was hoping you'd be a bit more of a challenge. I always heard you had a mouth on you. And you do. Hmm, baby, one smile from me, and those legs - popped right open. WAVERLY: Shut - your stupid, sexist pie hole! DOUCHEBAG: I believe we were talking - about her pie hole. WAVERLY: Enough. DOUCHEBAG: You see, we always thought the best way to defeat the heir was to kill her, Lucky for us, she's a whore who defeated herself by letting one of us get inside of her.

Bless Wynonna, she shot him. I just can’t believe she let him go that far. She still doesn’t know if the baby was his, though. And I know that plot-wise it would be much more interesting for the baby to be an heir/revenant hybrid, but can it please be Doc’s? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

36) “As Earp as you and me.” Now, that was a trigger…

Well, it was about damn time this was addressed, right? But like... now I’m afraid Waverly might be an heir/revenant hybrid herself? The douchebag mentioned it had happened once before, right? But then she would be an Earp...

37) What a fun episode! Damn, this show is always such a wild ride, and I have so much fun watching it! I’ll continue to pray for the baby to be Doc’s, okay? Although I’m 99% it’s going to be the revenant’s because plot twist, am I right? And whose daughter is Waverly? What about her history, indeed? And how did she end up with the Earps? Who is she connected to?

38) Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

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