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cuttergauthier · 7 months

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New Leaf | One

Au Summary: In which a hockey sister falls for her enemy who also happens to be her brother's new teammate. Yn Matthews and Matthew Knies never got along, what happens when Matthew becomes a Maple Leaf.

Matthew Knies x Matthews au

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN

Social Media | Real Life

National Hockey League | Toronto Maple Leaf

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Warning: This Story will contain Mature Language, Alcohol consumption, Against, fluff, Time jumps

I’ve been living in Toronto for the past two years. I’m a sophomore at the University of Toronto.

My older brother Auston plays for the Toronto Maple Leafs. When he first moved to Toronto, I missed him a lot so I decided to apply to Toronto. When I got excepted Auston was excited to be close to me again. Even though he’s 5 years older than me I’ve always been closer to him.

My first year here I lived in a dorm room, this year I wanted to live on my own so my brother helped me find an apartment where I could afford on my own even though he argued about it, I never want to have to depend on my brother for his money, even though he keeps saying he doesn’t care, but when I told him I wanted to pay for my own place he agree after about a month as long the apartment was in a safe neighbourhood.

This morning my brother called me after I got out of class to ask if I wanted to go watch their practice. I had nothing to do so I said yes.

The guys have been like my brothers since the moment I met them all, they always have my back. Auston said that Steph was going to be there, she’s Mitch’s Fiancé, she is the wag who I’ve always been the closest with since the day I met her, she became like an older sister to me. I tell her everything, if I ever need advice, she’s the one I talk to.

I took an uber to the arena since Steph and I always go out for coffee after we do this. I finally arrived at the arena and made my way to the stands to meet Steph.

When she saw me she smiled, she pulled me in a hug.

“It’s so good to see you, I miss you” she said, I chuckled.

“You literally saw me two days ago” I said

“I know but I still missed you”

“I missed you to”

We sat down and started talking, the guys aren’t on the ice yet.

“You’re going to see the new rookie today,” she said smiling.

“New rookie?” I asked confused

“Yeah, his college season just ended so the leafs signed him”

“Oh nice”

“According to Mitch, he’s really good and he’s your age,” she said, smirking.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“well you are single”

“Oh shut up” I said laughing.

“He’s number 23” she said as the boys started to get on the ice.

I looked up and saw who she was talking about, he looks familiar.

“What’s his name?”

“Um I think Mitch said Matt Knies” she said

I whipped my head around and looked at her with wide eyes.

“WHAT!?” I whispered.

Her eyes widened.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I know him, why did the leafs have to sign him?” I sighed.

“What’s wrong with him? according to Mitch he’s really good.”

“I know he is… he’s from Arizona, we have the same friends back home, we went to the same high school but we never got along.”

“Omg really? Does your brother know about this?” she asked

“He might I don’t know, I never mentioned him before, really i’m closer with the doan’s and knies’ brother Phil”

“Well maybe it’s a sign for you guys to finally get along since you’re both in the same city again” she said smiling.

“I hope because if not, being in Toronto is going to feel like hell”

“It will be fine, don’t worry, and I’m sure if he says or does something, your brother and the guys will have your back” she said smiling. I gave her a soft smile.

We continued watching practice, once it was over the guys started making there way off the ice, Mich, Auston and matthew are standing by the bench talking. Mitch turned our way and waved happily, he might be 26 but he acts like a kid sometimes. Steph and I waved back chuckling. Both Auston and Matthew looked our way, Matthew looked straight at me shocked, his jaw dropped. He regained his composure before my brother or Mitch noticed.

Once they got off the ice, Steph looked at me smirking.

“What?”

“He definitely noticed you” she said, chuckling.

“Shut up” I scoffed.

We made our way out of the arena and to Steph’s car. Steph started Driver to (Your Favorite coffee place). Once we got there we both ordered our coffees and sat down at a table closest to the window.

Steph looked at me and smiled.

“What now?” i asked chuckling.

“What is it between you and Matthew that you don’t get along?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. We’ve been going to the same school since we were kids, we both had the same friends like I said, I was close with Gracie Doan while her brother was close with Matthew, as we grew up, we all became like a group all of us along with Matthew’s older brother. He’s just been a jerk to me since middle school, it never changed” I told her honestly.

“Have you ever thought that maybe he has a crush on you? I mean that’s usually what kids do when they have a crush” she said.

I scoffed.

“There’s no way Matthew ever had a crush on me.”

“You never know Yn, what about you, have you ever had a crush on him?” she asked curiously. I laughed.

“Obviously, i’m not blind, he's good looking steph” i said smiling, too bad he’s a jerk when it comes to me. Steph smiled before taking a drink of her coffee.

“Well, let’s hope something good comes from him being in toronto and being your brother’s teammate.” she said

“Same but i doubt it’ll end with us getting together steph”

“Never say never Yn” she said smirking. I shock my head in disbelief.

“Yeah, yeah whatever” i said and she laughed.

“Moving on, how are your classes? Are you almost done?” she asked

“Yeah, i only have one exam left then year 2 will be over” i said smiling.

“I’m glad”

Steph dropped me off at my apartment. It’s now noon, I took my school stuff out of my bag so I could study a little for my exam.

I studied for about an hour before taking a break. I went on my phone and texted Phil, Matthew’s brother, he’s one of my closest friends.

Yn: Why couldn’t you have warned me that your brother signed?!?!

Phil: Thought it would be a good surprise 🤪

Yn: I hate you so much right now!

Phil: No you don’t!

Phil: Did you see him?

Yn: Yes! I went to watch practice earlier with Steph, she’s the one who told me, then I saw him!

Phil: Sorry Yn :/ Did he see you?

Yn: Yes and he was shocked!

Phil: You two are going to have to get a long sometime!

Yn: You know damn well that won’t happen anytime soon!

Phil: Let me dream!

Yn: 😂

Phil: I’ll see you in a few days, we're coming down to Toronto For his NHL debut! (Pretend His debut was in Toronto)

Yn: At least i get to see you and your parents!

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abubblingcandle · 9 months

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Jamie Tartt Accent Analysis

Um so yeah, after an anon ask to @withbadhair talking about how Phil is posh and Jamie is Manc, I relistened to Phil Dunster's episode on No Such Thing As A Fish again today and got sucked back into how much I love thinking about the intricacies of regional accents and how much I love thinking about Phil's accent work and how it is great!

So here you go -

A Yorkshire Lass' with an obsession with regional UK accents' take on Jamie Tartt's accent

Phil's Intentions with the accent

Phil has said that it was really his choice what sort of Manchester accent they went for (as Jamie wasn't written specifically to be Mancunian) but he was aiming for New Moston sort of area which is north eastern Manchester suburb (see yellow highlighted area on the image)

But he started by mimicking his agent who is apparently sassy and from Manchester but then listened to people like Aitch (who is from Moston which is probably where the idea for Jamie being from Moston/New Moston came from), Marcus Rashford (who is from Wythenshawe which is south Manchester out of the Outer Ring Road), Jesse Lingard (who is from Warrington which is a town between Manchester and Liverpool to the west) the Gallaghers (who are from Burnage which is south eastern - near Highfield Country Park on the map) which was more season 1 Jamie.

It was mentioned that Aitch was a bit inspiration with the attitude and the sort of swagger as well as the accent itself.

Features of a Mancunian Accent (some things to listen out for)

Research says that the Manchester accent can be characterised by a few distinct features:

The LettER vowel: if there is an ER at the end of a word it is pronounced more like UH. So for example "letter" becomes "let-uh"

The HappY vowel: what Jamie is known for. If there is a Y at the end of a word it is pronounced more like EH. For example "poopy" being "poopeh" or "city" being "cit-eh

H-dropping: this is typically northern but prevalent in Manchester. It is not pronouncing the H at the start of a word so instead of saying "head" pronouncing it "ed".

T-glotallisation: if there is a T in the middle of a word it is sort of dragged over. Like in "better" it can be "beh-uh".

-NG: typically if a word ends in -NG you do not say the G. For example "waiting" is "waitin"

All of these features are more easily noticed in words where more than one of them happens like "happy" becomes "appeh" with both H-dropping and the Y at the end

Analysis of Jamie Tartt's accent from a professional (not me)

Manchester Met have done a study of the different dialects within Greater Manchester and have split it into four categories. Lancashire, Mancs, Wigan, Posh. If Phil was aiming for Moston that would be more Manc but some Lancashire.

Dr Rob Drummond who was the lead on this research was sent clips of Jamie Tartt (edit - as a few people commented on this but he is a friend of No Such Thing As A Fish so was sent it in preparation for Phil being on the podcast but was apparently very complimentary so definitely a Phil Dunster win!) and managed to locate very precisely to just north of central Manchester in the Smedley sort of area which is the blue area on the map. If you compare that with Phil's aim of the red area ... that's damn impressive

So if you are looking for areas of Manchester to set your fics around or ways to make your dialogue feel more Tartt. Then we are looking for the Mancs accent and living somewhere in just north/north west of central Manchester based on his accent.

So yeah thanks for reading my thesis. I was going to go into words and sayings here too but it's after midnight and I have been talking to myself for the last hour just repeating the same words in Queens English, Leeds, and Manc 😂

Disclaimer - this is more based on S3 Jamie as S1 Jamie had a lot more subdued characteristics as Phil was finding his feet with the accent.

Side Plug as I have preordered it - Dr Rob Drummond's book called You're All Talk is coming out soon and it is all about this stuff and also social perceptions of linguistic diversity (which as someone who's accent massively chances based on the situation I am in I am super interested in)

#ted lasso #phil dunster #jamie tartt #accent work #tdlr Phil is a miracle worker with the accent and Jamie is so Manc

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elierlick · 1 year

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My third and final Dr. Phil episode came out today. I usually turn down talk shows but the crew brought us on to discuss a topic very close to me: advocating for trans students. I got to speak about trans youth issues and the thousands of trans students I’ve worked with over the past 12 years. I also discussed my 3rd-grade teacher outing me to my parents on the episode (yikes). It's never okay to out students and can put them in real danger.

While I remain distrustful of media - especially media that historically exploits our narratives - it was an overall fruitful conversation that reached people who would have otherwise not heard a discussion like this. I hope viewers come away from it understanding why trans youth deserve autonomy, agency, and self-determination like everyone else.

Importantly, I've now been on Dr. Phil 3x as many episodes as Matt Walsh, who's spent months relentlessly trying to get me arrested for supporting trans youth. 💅

#dr. phil #personal

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 26 days

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Dr. Phil: There are some things that are just fundamental human decency, and when I ask you if what happened on October 7th is something you condemn, and you say, "Well, you have to look at that by looking at hundreds of years of conflict," no you don't. No, you don't. That's either right or it's wrong, and it was wrong, and I don't need a hundred years of conflict to know it was wrong.

Activist: The fact of the matter of is that Hamas, yes did take innocent life. Why did Hamas take away Hamas innocent life? Why was Hamas platformed, why was Hamas funded, why was Hamas empowered to take away innocent life?

Dr. Phil: Let me tell you something, let me tell you something. When somebody comes over a fence and goes into someone's house and burns their infant in their crib, I don't give a damn why they did it. It's wrong.

Dr. Phil: I've read it that the charter of Hamas is to eliminate the Jewish race. Beginning with Israel, but not stopping with Israel, wiping them off the face of the Earth. Is that true?

Mosab Yousef: This is true. But it does not end there. Now we have the problem of the pro-Palestine who are actually giving Hamas cover. They're participants in the crime.

In fact, since October 7, I personally don't differentiate between Hamas and what's so-called Palestinians. Cause actually there is no Palestinians. There are tribes, there is the tribe of Hamas and the tribe of the Islamic Jihad and there is the tribe of Al Khalil and there is the tribe of Nablus. And each one has different interests and all of them are conflicted. If they did not have Israel as the common enemy, they would kill each other. This is the reality of what's so-called Palestine.

Activist: You realize that's common colonial rhetoric? 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♀️

Yousef: You don't know what Palestine is. Actually, in fact, the keffiyeh that you are wearing, this is just a statement to show that you really lack the authenticity to represent the kids. And what's so-called "the cause," this is a human problem. The cause must die. I think enough is enough. And now it's proven, and you are helping Hamas to prove it to the world. That Palestine depends on the destruction of the State of Israel. And this is not acceptable, and we are not going to agree to it.

And I tell you something. For the next 10 or 20 years, the Palestinian people will pay the bill Hamas has cost today. And most likely in blood.

Activist: To you, Hamas and Palestinians are the same, they're one and the same.

Yousef: After October 7, yes. There is no difference.

Activist: Really?

Yousef: The vast majority of the Palestinian people support Hamas.

Activist: Really?

Yousef: This is a fact. This is proven by statistics and your silence now. You are not even, you cannot even condemn Hamas and say that what they did on October 7 was an act of a savage group. You don't have that power.

On what authority do you speak? You only speak on the authority of Hamas propaganda.

Activist: No, I'm -- why do you say that I'm speaking on the authority of Hamas propaganda?

Yousef: Because if you were a decent human being, you can say that the thousands who were killed on October 7, that was a crime against humanity, it was a genocide.

When a stupid, stupid little girl playing activist, finds out she's an ignorant idiot regurgitating buzzwords and being used to provide cover for terrorism by a fanatical far-right supremacist cult.

I've been saying it for months. They CANNOT, WILL NOT condemn Hamas. Not one of them will do it. Because they support it. They support "the cause": eradicating the Jews from the face of the Earth.

Pro-Palestine is pro-Hamas. They are the same. There is no difference. They support terrorists. We need to treat these fanatics as terrorists. No, I'm not kidding or exaggerating.

BTW, now you know why Egypt won't take them - they're savage tribes who would just as soon murder each other.

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lizbethborden · 1 month

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I was thinking a bit today about the current obsession with validation and affirmation. "You are valid" culture, you know what I mean. You have to be validated by other people, you need them to affirm your identity or your identity isn't real or they are otherwise doing a bigotry to you. Part of this is definitely the trickle of therapyspeak out of its context and into public language. There's also kind of a diffusion of responsibility from the individual to the people around them, weirdly at odds with the otherwise highly individualistic, "you don't owe anything to anybody, hold your boundaries" mindset that seems popular on social media. Of course, people can hold both attitudes at the same time, because both mindsets are ultimately self-serving: I don't owe anything to anyone and listening to my friends talk about their day is emotional labor, but they owe me affirmation and if they don't give it to me, that's harmful or phobic. I believe another element of this is our confessional culture. I've seen discussions of this that talk about it from a somewhat historical standpoint, talking about shows like Oprah, Geraldo Rivera, Dr. Phil, etc. where the source of entertainment for viewers is to hear the deeply personal stories and experiences of a given individual, who is then affirmed by the audience response and by the host. Of course, in many cases these stories have been totally fabricated, such as in the spotlight placed on repressed memories, Satanic Panic stories, etc. So we have an environment where people are expected to share things that are deeply personal, and to hear back from others about how valid they are for their experiences. There is little or no responsibility for the self, no responsibility for self-affirmation and self-confidence and self-comfort. You only exist if others tell you you exist.

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questionableratatouille00 · 7 months

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𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓷 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Therapy begins, and Y/n can’t see herself in any of these people. When introductions lead to comparing trauma, will the redhead be able to coerce her out of her shell?

Warnings (Entire Series): This series deals with mature topics, including, but not limited to: death, mental health issues, physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, grief, trauma, general unwellness, illness (both mental and physical), and a most likely inaccurate portrayal of group therapy (though it’s much better than whatever was going on in TFATWS.) Please mind the warnings below.

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of death, mentions of: cults, suicidal thoughts, past suicides of family members, heart attacks, kidnapping, child abuse, boat accidents, bombings. Please mind your triggers and stay safe.

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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐲

“You can all follow me this way—Dr. Coulson’s ready now.” He announced.

You stood on legs that felt completely hollow—any sense of comfort you’d felt in the waiting room disappearing in an instant. You trailed behind the redhead, the only two people behind you were the two men who’d walked in after you.

Peter, who was most likely college-aged, lead you all down the hallways and to a door. He opened it, leading you all inside the room.

A man, who you assumed was Dr. Coulson, smiled warmly as you all filed inside. There was a circle of chairs in the center of the room.

The room itself was calming, with little decorations here and there.

You sucked in some deep breaths, hoping to at least try and calm your nerves.

Peter walked out of the room, and you turned your attention to Dr. Coulson.

“Hi, everybody. Go ahead and take a seat wherever you’d like.” He directed, sitting down in the one farthest from the door. You took a seat in a chair, and the redhead took the seat to your right. A man with a goatee sat on your left. You quickly surveyed the group.

There was the man with the purple shirt, and you noticed that his eyes were a blue-green color. Next to him was Dr. Coulson, and on Dr. Coulson’s left was a man, with dark skin and some of the most beautiful brown eyes you’d ever seen. Next to him was the man with long brown hair, and then next to him was his blonde friend. Next to the blonde was another blonde, this guy with longer blonde hair he tied back in a ponytail. He was also huge, and muscled to no comparison.

Next to that guy was another man, with dark brown or maybe black hair, and gentle brown eyes. He wore glasses, and seemed very shy. Then there was the redhead next to him, and then, well, you.

“I’d like us all to go around and introduce ourselves,” Dr. Coulson spoke again, “name, age, and a fun fact about yourself, if you feel comfortable doing so.” He invited the conversation, grinning. “I’ll go first. I’m Dr. Phil Coulson, you can call me ‘Phil’ or ‘Coulson’ or whatever you’d like. I’m 49 years old, and I’ve worked here for about fifteen years or so.” He looked to the man in the purple shirt.

“Uh, I’m Clint Barton. I’m 30 years old, and..I’m hard of hearing.” He turned his head to glance at Coulson, and you caught a glimpse of his hearing aid.

The man next to you introduced himself. “The name’s Tony Stark. I’m 45, and I’m a mechanic.” He answered confidently.

Everyone’s focus turned to you. You froze instantly, the introduction you’d been rehearsing in your head completely disappearing from your mind. Your mouth felt dry and your scalp felt hot, like you were standing in the hot sun.

The redheaded woman next to you leaned over to you.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I get nervous too.”

Though she didn’t say much, you felt a small bit of comfort as you cleared your throat. “Sorry. Uh, my name’s Y/n. Y/n L/n. Uh...I’m 27. Uh…I almost didn’t come here today.” Several people flashed you small smiles of friendliness, to which you smiled back.

“I’m Wanda Maximoff.” The woman next to you smiled warmly. “I’m 26. And I’ve been married before.” When she smiles, her nose crinkles.

“I’m Bruce Banner. I’m 43, and I’m a scientist.” The guy beside her said quietly. He seemed anxious, but also very kind.

“I am Thor Odinson. I am 30, and I had two siblings.” The guy with the blonde ponytail’s voice was loud and booming, but not in an aggressive way. He looked fun to be around, and he looked like the kind of guy you didn’t expect to see in a therapy group. But you could really say that about any of these people. They didn’t look traumatized, from what you could tell.

“Hi. I’m Steve Rogers, I’m 29 years old, and I’ve known this guy—“ he taps the brunette next to him's shoulder, grinning, “—my whole life.”

The guy next to him nods, confirming this, but he shifts awkwardly. You notice that he's wearing gloves, along with his jacket and all his other layers. Strange, considering the weather, but maybe he just had poor circulation.

He took them off as he fiddled with his hands. You noticed his left hand was a dark, dark gray, with gold lines in it. Metal, you realized. He caught you looking, giving you a look of distrust, of defensiveness.

No, you wanted to assure him. I didn’t mean it like that. Fuck. You felt immeasurably guilty and he looked away.

"My name is James Barnes. I'm 29. I go by Bucky." He states, and it looks like he struggled to get it out. Steve smiles at him, and you can compare his demeanor to one of a golden retriever.

"I'm Sam Wilson. I'm also 29, and I used to counsel veterans down at a VA office in DC." The man with the beautiful brown eyes said.

"It's nice to meet you all." Dr. Coulson grinned as he looked around the group. "Even though you all come from different backgrounds and have lived different lives, you all have one thing in common: you all have PTSD, or struggle with a past trauma." He explains.

"Today, I’d like to talk about PTSD as we start this week’s session. I understand that many of us in this group have experienced past trauma or traumas, and are still navigating the effects of these experiences. I’d like to invite all of you to speak openly about any emotions or events that you’ve been struggling with, and how it has impacted your life. We’re here to support and understand one another, so don’t hesitate to share your stories. Are you all comfortable with going around and explaining why you came today? You can be as brief or descriptive as you'd like. I'd like to remind everybody that this is a safe space, and there will be no judgement here."

You sat quietly, not wanting to be the first person to speak up. Luckily, you didn't have to be.

"When I was 13, I watched my father have a heart attack. Right in front of me. I was real sick a lot as a kid, so it was rough on my Ma. She ended up passing when I was 18." Steve speaks quietly, nodding slowly to himself, keeping his eyes on his hand, which rested on his knee.

When it was clear he was finished, Sam spoke up next. "I was in the military. Served in the Air Force. Watched my best friend, who was also my partner of two years at the time, go down. Felt like I was just up there to watch." Sam recalls.

"My sister was four years older than me, and my brother was two years younger. She killed herself when I was 14. My brother overdosed when I was 17. My father favorited me, and it was clear that he did." Thor states.

"I was kidnapped as a kid, and my dad was shitty." Tony shrugs.

"I struggled a lot with...thoughts of suicide a lot. So..yeah." Bruce trails off.

"My dad was abusive." Clint explains briefly.

"I'm from Sokovia." Wanda began. "My brother died in a bombing there a few years ago, as our parents did when we were younger. My husband died last year in a boat accident."

Husband, you noted.

"My girlfriend died nine months ago." You force the words out, remaining cautious. Girlfriend. Not boyfriend.

Nobody reacted differently to your statement, and you smiled internally, though you couldn’t help but compare your response to everyone else’s. Yours didn’t seem as…serious as theirs. You felt a sense of guilt seeping in. Here you were, taking up a spot in a therapy group where someone with some serious issues could be sitting.

"...I was in the army. Got..got my arm blown off. And then, uh...cult." Bucky kept his gaze on the floor, even as Steve gently pressed his knee against Bucky's.

"Wait. 'Cult'?" Tony catches, brows furrowed and eyes showing the confusion he felt. Everyone, including you, nodding in agreement with him.

“Long story.” Bucky brushes it off.

“Okay then.” Sam shrugs.

You watched Dr. Coulson as he began to talk again.

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He’d introduced a small game to help everyone get to know each other. It felt like a thing you’d do in middle school, but it worked nonetheless. You enjoyed it, even. It hadn’t been awful.

You knew a little bit more about everybody. Thor’s favorite color is red. Clint was good at archery. Bucky worked at the library. Steve had a long list of illnesses. Sam liked running. Wanda’s favorite flowers were sunflowers.

When it was over, you drove home. Once you got in your apartment, you opened your phone, clicking on a familiar contact.

“Hello?” Sharon’s voice sounded out from the phone.

“Sharon, hey.” You smiled awkwardly to yourself.

“Oh my God, Y/n. It’s good to..hear your voice. Wait. Did you go? To the meeting today?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“How was it?”

“It was uh, it was good.” You stared at your feet, realizing your shoes were still on as you stood in the living room. You kicked them off, listening to her voice.

“I’m glad to hear it. I..wasn’t sure if you’d go. The emoji was good to see, but..a bit vague.” She laughed.

“Yeah…sorry about that. And I’m sorry for…y’know, ghosting you and all that.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you seem to be doing a bit better. Hey, uh, I’m in the parking lot of the hospital. My shift’s in a few minutes, but do you wanna get some coffee? Whenever you have time.”

You paused for a minute, taking in some shallow and shaky breaths.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d..I’d like that. See you soon, Sharon.”

“Bye.” She said.

“Bye.” You echoed, listening to her hang up the phone. After a moment, you lowered it from your ear, smiling.

Maybe everything wasn’t so bad, after all.

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda x you #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff #there is not enough tags for her and I consider it offensive #moving on

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lulu2992 · 3 months

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Uncovering the unreleased Far Cry 5 in-game Encyclopedia

The almost complete but unused in-game encyclopedia, reconstructed thanks to the oasisstrings file.

Please note that it’s still cut content, so some information might not be relevant anymore.

You can read the oasisstrings file here. Pictures from this encyclopedia were also extracted and posted by @xbaebsae here.

Part 4: Locations - Henbane River

Tanami Residence

Some idiot drove a dredge into Roy Tanami's property, damaging his bunker beyond repair. Out of options, Tanami swallowed his pride and joined the Whitetail Militia up north.

Vasquez Residence

Home of Mr. Vasquez, former employee of Nolan's Fly Shop.

Hollyhock Saloon

One of the first businesses to fall to Eden’s Gate when they banned alcohol in the county. No one knows if the owners moved or were taken.

Can of Worms Fishing Store

Rods and tackle a-plenty. Owned by Sherri Woodhouse, who does salvage runs for sunken treasure in her spare time.

Deep North Water Treatment Plant

Built in 2002 to treat the toxic water from decades of mining practices. Today, Eden’s Gate uses it to disperse Bliss into the water.

Misty River Gas

A local gas station by the water, owned by Mr. McDevitt.

McCoy Cabin

Home of Darby McCoy who joined the cult against his will. This cabin is both close to the water and the Misty River Gas, an ideal spot for the cult to run operations.

Peaches Taxidermy

Mable's a rough-edged taxidermist. She lives here with her pet cougar.

Barlow Residence

Residence of Dr. Phil Barlow. He was a pharmacist who joined Eden’s Gate.

McClean Residence

Residence of Travis McClean. He was a former Air Force veteran turned prepper. Like so many others, he and his husband are on the run from Eden's Gate.

Eden’s Gate Outreach Center

This was once a place to learn more about Eden’s Gate and the Father’s message. Nothing out of the ordinary, until it became what it is today.

The Pillars of Eden

An outdoor amphitheater and a place of worship for Eden's Gate.

Drubman Marina

The Drubman Marina began in 1992 as an oil sands prospecting venture. Hurk Drubman Sr. became rich, but ost the property in a divorce to his wife Adelaide. She has big dreams for the place.

Silver Lake Campgrounds

A place to camp with a nice view of the mountains, the water, and the Whitetail Mountain Rail Bridge.

Silver Lake Summer Camp

An old summer camp. It was forced out of business by Eden’s Gate about 8 years ago. The cult used this place to stockpile their goods while their bunkers were being built.

Howling Cave

A well-known wolf habitat. The cult frequently takes animals from here and sends them north to Jacob.

Taft Lookout Tower

An old firewatch tower built in 1945. The cult uses it as a checkpoint and surveillance location. As expected, it is heavily guarded at all times.

Raptor Peak

A mountain peak that's a favorite nesting spot for birds of prey.

Camp Cougars

The Resistance has set up a camp to use as a base of operations for attacks against the cult and rescue missions for those on the pilgrimage path.

Dire Wolf Basin

A smoking basin that Eden's Gate has claimed as their own. Also a place of worship for the cult.

Sabre-Tooth Springs

These hot springs and the nearby cave used to be a tourist destination. It's right next to a road, meaning this location spent little in advertising. Today, it only attracts the cult.

Eden’s Convent

The very first building set up by the Project at Eden’s Gate in Hope County. People came here for spiritual retreats and to learn the Word of Joseph. When they left, if they did, it was with a permanent smile on their faces.

Sacred Skies Youth Camp

Formerly a Christian youth camp that was shut down fifteen years ago when the population dwindled. Eden’s Gate quietly bought it ten years ago. They use the land for growing Bliss flowers while living on-site.

Joseph’s Word

A statue of Joseph Seed that was constructed almost overnight. It commemorates the Father bringing his Word to the world. It also houses a rare, one-of-a-kind manuscript that is sacred to Eden's Gate.

Purpletop Antenna

Eden's Gate controls the radio towers. There's no signal but Joseph's Word out here.

Dead Man’s Mill

A water mill left over from the gold rush heyday. Everyone in Hope County has a different version of how it got its name, but the most popular story is a man's suicide after the closure of the mines.

Mastodon Geothermal Park

A tourist attraction established in 1836. People used to come here to admire the unique geological landscape. Now Eden's Gate uses it as an execution site.

Chan Residence

Back in the day, the owner of the Sacred Skies Youth Camp lived here. The cabin now belongs to Jasmine Chan, a big game hunter who was recruited into Eden's Gate against her will.

Counselor’s Cabin

This used to be the counselor's cabin when the Sacred Skies Youth Camp was in operation.

Nature Cabin

It once belonged to the Sacred Skies Youth Camp. Kids would come here to learn about animals, or rest after hurting themselves on the nearby zip line.

Throne of Mercy Church

A gold rush era church run by Jerrod Wilson, a preacher and rival of Emmet Reaves in the late 1800s. The church survived until about ten years ago when the cult closed it down.

Administrator’s Cabin

This used to be the administrator's cabin when the Sacred Skies Youth Camp was in operation.

Boshaw Manor

The humble dwelling of Charlemagne Victor Boshaw IV, gentleman fire enthusiast.

King’s Hot Springs Hotel

Once a spot for the posh to "take the waters," a landslide triggered by an earthquake in 1917 closed it temporarily and made it a ghost hunter's gem. It reopened, only to close again in 1994. Eden's Gate has put it to good use.

Moonflower Trailer Park

Once the fanciest trailer park in Montana run by the Boshaws. When the economy dried up and the Boshaws did nothing to retain their tenants, people relocated to the Silver Lake trailer park in the Holland Valley.

Sinclair Residence

Frankie Sinclair dreamed of being a world class French chef. Only problem? He couldn't speak a lick of French. He worked at the King's Hot Springs Hotel until it closed in 1994.

Horned Serpent Cave

A sulfur cave that's part of the volcanically active landscape of the region. It was once an industrial site, but the cult has turned it into a mass grave for Angels who can serve the project no more.

Henbane River Station

Copperhead Rail was created in the late 1800s by Emmet Reaves. It was shut down in the early 70s after the last of the local mining industries dried up. This station has been abandoned ever since.

Grimalkin Radon Mine

Once a part of a radon spa chain, it shut down in the 60s. Guy Marvel fell in love with the aesthetic and figured it’d be the perfect place for his next movie masterpiece.

Lydia’s Cave

In 1912, some loggers saw a girl eating a goat with wolves. She was captured in this cave and brought to a doctor who named her Lydia. She escaped and was last seen deep in the wilds suckling two wolf cubs.

Whistling Beaver Brewery

This brewery and pub opened in the late 1880s. It closed in 1916-1918 for Prohibition and reopened in the 30s. Pushed out of the national market by artisanal beer, the brewery was struggling and quietly sold to Eden's Gate.

The Misery

A dredge that belonged to the Catamount Mining Company. When the mines dried up, they tried to get gold from the riverbeds, but failed and abandoned it. The Resistance tells horror stories about what goes on there now.

Faith’s Gate

A bunker under Faith's guardianship. It is shrouded in Bliss, ensuring that those who are sheltered here will not be frightened when the Collapse comes.

Feeney Residence

Home of Dwight Feeney, a prepper and chemistry aficionado who joined Eden’s Gate when they promised him an important role in the creation of Bliss.

Eden’s Altar

A place of worship for Eden’s Gate. The faithful gather to hear sermons about Joseph’s visions and plans.

Gethsemane Greenhouse

A building used to precisely control the growing conditions of plants. Whatever these plants were before, they are now Bliss flowers.

Lorna’s Truck Stop

Lorna Rawlings used her BINGO winnings to create the best place for hard-working truckers like her husband to refresh and refuel. The cult came to take the place. She said no. She hasn’t been seen since.

Henbane River Chalets

A tourist trap that was shut down by the cult. The lake view was also sought after as a filming location.

Aubrey’s Diner

One of the first places to close when the cult took over. Their grilled cheese was no good.

O’Hara’s Haunted House

A professional clown named Edward O'Hara bought a barn and turned it into a haunted house that was a Halloween tradition in Hope County. Edward himself disappeared, and people disagree on whether or not the cult got him.

Ghost Cat Mine

The old mine has been closed for decades but the headframe warehouse is still there, used by the cult to store their containers of Bliss.

The Last Best Resting Place

An old, overgrown graveyard left from the gold rush era.

Jones Residence

Home of Kanti Jones, a Blackfoot woman and ranger who used to work in Whitetail Park. She was forced into retirement when the park closed. She fought against Eden’s Gate, dying in a shootout in her home.

Nelson Residence

Home of Coyote Nelson. He tried to lay low and enjoy fishing and painting but his peaceful pastimes didn't save him.

8-Bit Pizza Bar

The presence of pizza and an arcade made this the most exciting spot for teens within a hundred miles.

Pepper Residence

Holly Pepper and her girlfriend Charlie were among the first locals to join Eden's Gate. They abandoned this house and were never heard from again. The cult turned the property into a grow op.

Hope County Jail

20 years ago, a riot caused a jail break and a bus full of escaped prisoners ran off the road somewhere in Holland Valley. Later on, the prison closed due to budget cuts. Today, the Cougar resistance takes shelter here.

Nolan’s Fly Shop

Nolan Pettis ran his fly shop and gave fishing tours happily for years, although he was never a famous outdoorsman like local celebrity Skylar Kohrs. The money for his shop dried up and he joined Eden’s Gate.

Johnson Residence

Bob and Penny Johnson struck it rich in cattle futures, then they lost everything. After such a fall from grace, Joseph’s cult seemed welcoming. They handed everything over. No one knows where they are now.

Bright Warden Radon Spa

A health spa shut down in the 60s. Eden’s Gate has been spotted going in and out of this mine, using it as a storage facility.

Prosperity

Founded by rail and lumber baron Emmett Reaves. As the industry dried up, the town died and people moved west to Fall’s End. What remains of the ghost town is now used by junkies and the homeless.

Abercrombie Residence

Home of Melvin Adams Abercrombie. He robbed a bank in the 1940s and got away with it. He used his money to build this property and to prepare for the total collapse of the global financial system.

McCallough’s Garage

Once owned by Steve McCallough. He tried to warn everyone about Eden’s Gate, and even had a getaway car and some supplies ready. One day, his shop got boarded up and Steve was nowhere to be found.

Jessop Conservatory

Dr. Rachel Jessop created this place to protect and research at-risk flora and fauna. After budget cuts gutted her funding, Eden's Gate bought her out and devoted the facilities to developing potent strains of Bliss flowers.

Harrison Lookout Tower

One of the towers built in the 1940s to spot forest fires. It was abandoned ten years ago when funding ran out and the cult bought the property. It overlooks the site of one of Clutch Nixon's legendary stunts.

Seeley’s Cabin

Residence of Dwight Seeley. He worked in the local mines and then got kicked out of his place when the cult took over.

Deer Tiger Mine

Established in 1912, this mine was closed down in the 70s. Eden’s Gate appears to use it for storage.

Puma Mine

Another relic of a bygone gold rush, the Puma Mine has been abandoned for decades.

Ancient Bison Tunnel

A closed-off tunnel. No one gets in. No one gets out.

#far cry 5 #hope county #henbane river #sherri woodhouse #wilhelmina mable #miss mable #peaches #adelaide drubman #joseph seed #sharky boshaw #guy marvel #faith seed

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factorialsotherfandoms · 4 months

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Before I run off to reply to comments and write for today... Can I take a second to talk about Fit's song choices last night? In particular, We'll Meet Again. Because he's always very intentional, so I'm sure he knows the history around the song.

I don't know how well known it is in America, but it's a very famous song in the UK. It was released early in the second world war and performed by a woman named Vera Lynn (known as The Forces Sweetheart, later made a Dame). It is for obvious reasons heavily associated with soliders going to war and making promises to their darlings - and also their families, promising to wait for them back.

Which... Okay you do get enough of this from the lyrics, but also in context - WW2 in the UK was conscription based. Every man 18-41 who was not exempt due to medical conditions or being in protected work (critical infrastructure design/repair, medicine, some farming and food-based jobs, etc). Those with moral or religious exemptions were required to argue their cases in court. Generally speaking, though, 'every man' is the assumption.

Certainly, a man like Fit would be required to go.

Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear Just for a while dear we must part Don't let this parting upset you I'll not forget you, sweetheart

And thus we come to my analysis of it - Fit knows he doesn't have a choice but to continue with the very dangerous mission he's been put on, and to complete it. He has his deadline, and he has his task, and he has the threats looming over him. Backing out is not an option. Staying with Pac and Ramon (and Mike and Tubbo and Phil and everyone else) is not an option. He has to leave them, and he has to comply with the demands of someone with more control than he.

But, for all he likely won't fully explain himself, he's not abandoning them. He doesn't mean to hurt them, he doesn't want them to be destroyed, he doesn't want to loose them.

We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

He's not saying goodbye forever - he knows he might die, and knows he will be irrecoverably changed - but he's not saying goodbye. He's promising he'll remember, he's promising he'll come back, he's promising this isn't the end, but also...

Fit's asking them to wait for him, to wait for his deeds to be done, to forgive him what he is being forced to do, to love each other in his stead and to be there when he returns.

It's just a question of if they will or not.

Keep smiling through Just like you always do 'Til the blue skies chase those dark clouds far away

(He could also be referencing Dr Strangelove in which it plays while a nuke wipes out humanity, but I'm supposed to be here with the copium today)

And I will just say hello To the folks that you know Tell them you won't be long They'll be happy to know That as I saw you go You were singing this song We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

#qsmp analysis #qsmp fit #qsmp fitmc #qsmp hideduo #i'm sure someone can pick apart the lyrics #if they haven't already #i was mostly just picking context and included the lyrics for half my point #I also have some thoughts on wishful thinking and the probability that if you do a lyrics dive its supposed to be pac's PoV #or rather what Fit /wishes/ Pac would say if Pac had the context #it's Fit's dreams not his reality #but in his dreams Pac promises to wait for him and Pac understands he must do what must be done #and Pac promises to look out for their family and let people know Fit's okay #that he'll be back soon #of course Pac will panic instead because Fit told him nothing #and be depressed and upset even if Ramon does his best #but... idk #the lack of a conclusion is why i left that part out

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hannahhook7744 · 8 days

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Guess Who's BACK?:

Auradon's Hottest Reality Show—Dr. Jiminy!

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Summary: In which Jiminy Cricket has a show like Dr Phil that also does paternity testing. Trigger Warnings: Implied Child Neglect/Abuse, Implied abuse of power, baby mama drama, implied cheating, etc. LMK if I should add more to the list.

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Dr Jiminy: Now Gaston, is it true that you refuse to claim little Gemma here as your own?

*a video of Gemma pops up on screen*

Gaston: Yes, because she's not mine!

Crowd *boos and starts throwing stuff*

Crowd member 1: YOU SUCK!

Crowd member 2: YOU STINK!

Enchantress, Jumping up: THAT'S A LIE AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT! SHE HAS YOUR FACE! YOUR EYES!

Dr Jiminy: Ma'am calm down. Now, Gaston, why do you think Gemma isn't yours?

Gaston: cause no girl could be a child of Gastons! It's impossible! My family can only create boys!

*booing gets louder, gagging can be heard. Steam is coming off of the Enchantress*

Dr Jiminy in disbelief, waves a paper in the air: Well, this DNA test will prove whether or not that's correct. Drum roll please!

*drum roll starts*

3...

2...

1..

Dr Jiminy: Gaston..

*Gaston, arms crossed, looking smug*

Dr Jiminy: You ARE the father!

Crowd *starts screaming*

Gaston *jumps up* LIES! This is RIGGED!

Dr Jiminy: Now, Gaston, I understand that you're upset but--

Gaston *starts throwing chairs and destroying furniture *

Gaston Jr, backstage *Covers Gemma’s ears* So, who’s gonna tell him that the Enchantress’s little boy ain’t his?

Gaston Third *glares* No one.

Gaston Jr *rolls eyes* I was just kidding, sheesh.

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Dr Jiminy : Queen Leah, is it true that upon seeing your 18 year old granddaughter's ex purpose to his new girlfriend, you said and I quote "A lifetime of plans. Gone. Our family status gone. Audrey, you were supposed to be his queen, and you let him slip through your fingers. Your mother could hold on to a prince in her sleep."

Crowd *gasps*

Queen Leah: yes but—

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Person in the crowd: YOU STINK!

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Dr Jiminy : Is it true that you gave your daughters the Cinderella treatment--

Drizella *stands up and starts yelling* No, That would be my bitch of a mother and MY children wouldn’t have had to work their childhood away if WE HADN’T BEEN SENT TO THE ISLE!

Dr Jiminy: Ma'am, calm dow-

Drizella *being held back by her husband, Hans* I AM CALM!

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Dr Jiminy: Hello, all my crickets. Today we have two very special guests. Mulan..... and SHANG!

*Mulan and Shang enter from behind the curtains and take a seat on the couch*

Dr Jiminy *shakes their hands* How ya doing Shang? Mulan. Lovely to see you again. Now it's come to my understanding that you want to do a DNA test on your youngest, Lonnie?

Shang: That's right.

Mulan *nods*

Dr Jiminy: May I ask why that is? You both seem rather calm about this considering most people only come for DNA tests when the topic of cheating is involved.

Mulan: Oh no, we're not here because he thinks I cheated.

Shang: Which, for the record, I don't believe.

Dr Jiminy: oh?

Mulan: Yeah, we're actually here because we want to shut down the rumors and weirdness around people not believing that Shang is Lonnie's father.

Dr Jiminy: O-oh. *mutters* Well, that's a new one. *speaks up* Well, I have the results right here in this envelope. Are you ready?

Shang *grumbles* as ready as I'll ever be.

Mulan: More ready than I have ever been for anything else in my entire life.

*picture of Lonnie in her pjs in the kitchen, smiling pops up*

Dr Jiminy *opens the envelope * In the case of 16 year old, Li Lan-Lei (Lonnie), Shang.... you.. ARE THE FATHER!

Shang: I KNEW IT!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!

Mulan: WE TOLD YOU SO!

Crowd *looks sheepish*

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Dr. Jiminy: So, Mulan. Shang.

Mulan and Shang *exchange a tired look*

Dr. Jiminy *Doesn't notice and continues* We are here today so you can answer a very important question.

Shang *Impatient* Which is?

Dr. Jiminy: Why exactly did you name your kids Li Shang Jr and Lonnie instead of some more culturally appropriate names?

Mulan *side eyeing them* We did.

Dr. Jiminy *taken aback* What?

Shang *irritated* my wife said we did. Which you would know if anyone used their proper names.

Dr. Jiminy: What do you mean by that?

Mulan *also now irritated* Our children are named Shaiming and Lan-Lei. Not Li Shang Jr or Lonnie. That's just what their classmates and teachers call them.

Dr. Jiminy: Oh..

Shang *getting up* We're leaving now.

Dr. Jiminy: Wait. What—don't go—

Shang and Mulan *leave anyway*

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Dr. Jiminy: Is it true that you and Yao's daughter, Yi-Min, was actually born out of an affair?

Princess Mei *starts crying due to personal reasons*

Crowd: ooo-

Yao *takes off his shoe and lungs at Jiminy Cricket* why you no good son of- *the shoe flies out of his hand, hitting the camera and causing it to turn off*

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Dr Jiminy: Lady Tremaine, is it true that when you found out your grandson, Anthony, was dating Harriet, you called him a moron and her a hussy?

Lady Tremaine: It is and I would do it AGAIN!

*crowd gasps*

Harriet* runs out from behind stage* SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU BITCH!

Dr Jiminy: Uh oh. SECURITY!

Harriet *lunges*

Anthony *back stage, mortified and covering Dizzy's eyes* Note to self, never invite grandmother to Holiday gatherings.

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Dr Jiminy: Now, Queen Aurora. King Philip. What do you have to say against the accusations that have been leveled against you by your daughter?

Philip, defensive: Okay, so we weren't the most attentive parents but we aren't neglective!

Aurora, quiet: Neglective is a rather strong word for it.

Dr Jiminy: Then what would you call *checks notes* only seeing your daughter during holidays and big royal events?

Philip *dryly* Being a busy royal.

Crowd *starts booing*

Philip *stands up* WHY ARE YOU BOOING ME? I'M RIGHT!

Aurora: She was with family!

Dr Jiminy *looking disappointed* that doesn't make you any less neglective for not playing a bigger part in her life. She's your only child.

Crowd *booing louder and start throwing things*

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Dr Jiminy: Mr Clayton. Is it true that you shot at your son six times last month?

William Clayton: He's being a baby! It was only 3!I wouldn't waste that much amo on him in a month.

Clay *yelling from behind stage* You shot at me six times in one day once!

William: BECAUSE YOU WERE BEING ANNOYING! EVEN YOUR YOUNGER BROTHERS AREN'T THAT ANNOYING!

William's sister, Lady Waltham, busts out from behind the curtains: YOU WHAT?! I'LL KILL YOU!

William: oh shit *bolts*

Lady Waltham *chases him* GET BACK HERE AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT LIKE A MAN!

Dr Jiminy: Oh dear.

Cash Clayton, 10: Should we stop her? Could we even stop her?

Clay, 18: GO AUNT MANDY! GO! KICK HIS ASS!

Wilson 'Will' Clayton, 12: I'll take that as a no...

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Narrator: Next time on Dr. Jimny, we will be finding out whether the rumors about Pinocchio and Alice's children are true—

*Photo of 13 year old Ally and 12 year old Pin flashes on screen*

—Whether or not Romeo 'Lampwick' Rossi, husband of Chief Tiger Lily, can be jealous and controlling—

*Audio-less video of Lampwick punching a guy flashes on screen*

—and whether or Queen Eilonwy Bluefairy of Llyr is cheating on her husband, Alexander Bluefairy, with Coach Reese Jenkins and her royal guard, Taran.

*Three separate photos of Queen Eilonwy with each of the aforementioned men flash on screen*

But until next time, this has been, Dr. Jiminy!

*Music starts playing* Guess who's back, guess who's back, Jiminy's back! Hey! *screen goes black*

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #pinocchio #Dr. Jiminy

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dckweed · 1 year

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hello my loves! been awhile! anyway ive been going through it recently and idk why but i don't think ive ever seen a fic like this before for this fandom so, i thought i'd write myself a little comfort fic and show it to yall.

summary: Jake comes home to find you in a bout of depression, distraught, he calls the only person he can think of.

warnings: mentions of depression, mentions of death as well as mentions of suicide attempt. please do not read any farther if this topic bothers you.

"HOW DO I MAKE IT BETTER?" jake seresin

You and Jake and been together for long enough that he knew everything about you. He knew your favorite color, your taste in clothes, he knew your favorite movies and shows right down to your favorite episodes and everything else in between that he could possibly know about you, including your medical history. Jake knew that you suffered from major depressive disorder, had even seen you through a few minor episodes, he even knew which anti depressants you took and took the liberty of picking them up from the pharmacy on more than one occasion.

The only thing Jake didn't know about you, was just how bad these episodes could get, how dark they could truly, truly go, or what a bad one could look like and he was greatful for that, but unfortunate for him, he was about to find out first hand.

He had known that something was going on. You had been acting differently than normal the past week, talking quietly, your voice it's normal upbeat undertone to it. When you moved, your movements where slow, as if you had no energy. Jake had seen you like that before but those episodes had passes after a day or so. This was different. You didn't look like you were even in your own body this time. Jake didn't like that.

On the sixth day of you like this, Jake had come home early from work, worried when you hadn't opened any or his texts or answered the twelve times he had called.

It was early afternoon still and when he walked through the front door of the house you shared the only to be heard was that of nails clacking against the wood floors as your small terrier, Tug, ran up to him.

"Hey bud, what's wrong?" He asks, setting his keys down on the side table. Tug generally greeted him with a happy bark and a few twirls before jumping up, trying to get some affection. Today the little guy was tugging on the bottoms of Jake's khakis with an impatient whine, as if trying to tell him something. "Where's your mama?" He asks, peaking around the corner into the living room. The curtains were drawn still and the television was off, even though you usually watched Dr. Phil at this hour.

Tug gives a distressed yip and takes off towards the bedroom side of the house. Jake tales notice of everything as moves. The kitchen was empty, no coffee mug in the sink or dishwasher running. Your writing room door was open, desk lamp off and work computer closed. Jake knew you had editors waiting for you to mail them copies of your newest manuscript, you'd been working hard to finish it and he knew you weren't one to miss valuable work time unless it was dire.

Your guys' bedroom door was open, the room dark and curtains drawn tight. Everything in the house was exactly as he'd left it this morning when he had left for work..including you. "Honey," He says as he walks into the room, keeping his voice soft. You were in the exact spot he had left you in this morning, comforter pulled so far up it nearly covered your head. Your eyes were open, but you hadn't moved. "Are you okay?" Tug had curled up right next to you.

Jake kicked off his work shoes, not even bothering to untie them before climbing up in front of you, a hand brushing on your face as he lays his head on the pillow in front of you. "Hm?" He hums at you.

You don't make a sound. You don't even move.

You state straight through him as if he's not even there, your eyes empty.

He realizes you don't have a fever. "Honey, talk to me.." He sees your eyes tear up and he realizes what's going on. Quickly he changes sides, climbing over you and shimmying under the covers and wrapping his arms around you. "I'm here now baby, I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you today.." He kisses the back of your head. The badges in his khaki over shirt poke against his chest uncomfortably but he doesn't dare move to take it off, afraid you'll disappear if he does.

He lay with you like this for what seemed like hours, his head touching yours and both arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you against him, grounding you to him.

After a while he knows you've fallen asleep, your breathing slower. Gently, he unwraps his arms from around your body and pulls his trapped arm from under you before swiftly rolling off the edge and landing on his feet. He unbutton his khaki shirt as he heads for the door, shrugging it off of his shoulders. He clicks his tongue ay Tug and motions for the door, the dog follows, well trained by the two of you.

Jake lays his shirt over the back of the couch on his way to the kitchen, unlocking the back door. Tug sprints out before its even fully opened and he realizes the poor guy hasn't been outside all day. He sighs, leaving the door open before bringing his phone out of his pocket. He dreaded calling your mother for help with this, he knew how worried she got, but he knew that there was only one other person he could call, and he almost dreaded that even more but he knew it was his best option since your mom was on vacation out of the country.

He clicks the call button.

He answers on the first ring. "Hello? Hangman?"

"..Rooster, I need your help."

Jake was thankful that he didn't ask too many questions because truthfully, he didn't know how to answer them. Bradley must've heard the desperation in his voice because he didn't try to make any back handed comments and told him he was on the way.

Rooster only lived two streets over from your guys' house, Jake knew that he would walk through the front door in a matter of minuets, but even so, it was long enough for his mind to wander off to a conversation he had had with your mother not too long after the two of you had gotten serious.

It was a family barbecue, your older brother was grilling meats while you chased his two boys around the yard you had grown up in. Jake sat on the deck talking happily with your mother under the shade of an umbrella poking through the top of the glass outdoor dining table they were sat at. They both watched you, adoring your happy shouts as you played with your nephews. Jake had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, a burning question he had had for months. One that you had answered, but had given him a lie. He knew it was the only lie you had ever told him, even still, to this day and he figured that maybe you would tell him eventually, but he also worried that you wouldn't. Who better to ask than your mother?

"Ma'am, may I ask you a question?" He had asked, the Texan manners coming out of him. Your mother turns to look at him and he takes that as a confirmation to do so. "The scars on the insides of her thighs..how did she get them?" Jake had first noticed them when you had worn shorts on one of first dates, and the again the first time he had gone down on you. He noticed how deep they were, and when he asked you about them, you had lied and told him that you had been in a dirt biking accident as a child. You wouldn't meet his eyes, that was how he knew it was a lie. "I don't mean to pry, I just know that she didn't want to tell me is all..and I have a hard time believing it was from a dirt bike.."

Your mom hesitates for a moment and looks back out to the yard. Jake wonders if he's crossed the line and opens his mouth to apologize when she speaks. "She wasn't always this happy." She says, turning to face him fully. "She's always struggled with it, even as a young child, but her episodes were never too horrible, easy enough to navigate and help her..except for one." She looks at him, an unreadable expression on her face. "She was seventeen, she had been bad for so long that year, the worst she had ever been and then all of a sudden she was okay, it had passed..or we thought it did it anyway. The worst was yet to come, and it came hard." She glances to her son, flinching as she remembers. "A couple of weeks after we thought it had passed, me ans Noah came home from the grocery store and found her unconsciously in the kitchen in a massive pool of blood." Your mothers voice cracks and her eyes turn glassy as she tells the story of the worst day of her life.

Jake doesn't know what to say, has barely processed the information himself. He wants to cry at the idea of seeing his girl like that. "She had taken a serrated knife and had cut herself so deep that she had to have surgery to repair each side."

Jake swallows hard. "No wonder she didn't want to tell me.." He felt bad for asking now, as if he was invading something private.

Your mother looks at him, a smile tugging at her lips. "She's better now..she still has her moments but ever since she met you, Jake, she's changed in the best way..so, thank you.." She pats his knee under the table and he looks back out towards you.

Jake's eyes caught on the knife block on the counter and immediate he picks it up and sets it high above the kitchen counters where he knew you wouldn't be able to reach if heaven forbid you got the idea to do something like that again. He didn't know what he would do if that situation would ever arise, and he certainly didn't want to ever find out.

A couple moments later the front door opens and Jake's head turns towards the noise. "Hangman?" He could hear the concern in Rooster's voice as he made his way through the house. Tug hears his voice and barks, running up the back deck and into the house to greet him. "Why's it so quiet in here?"

He finds Jake in the kitchen and immediately he tells him what's going on, rambling about the knives and moving them higher as he tries not to cry in front of his friend.

"I already told Mav I wouldn't be in tomorrow," he says, running a hand through his hair. "I can't leave her alone like this..but I don't know what to do either..Bradley, how do I make it better?"

Bradley purses his lips, stepping out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom. He had spent enough drunkem nights here to know where everything was. "Stay here for a minuet."

He finds you exactly where Jake had said you'd be, on your side with the comforter pulled up to your chin. You were awake, your eyes stating at nothing, their usual spark of life non-existent. He had to look away for a moment, he had seen his mother like this more than enough times, thr sight was all too familiar. Finally he sits down on Jake's side of the bed, reaching hus hand out to brush some hair from your face. "Hey kiddo," He says gently. "I know it's feeling rough right now, but you need to get up..Jake says you haven't moved all day..Im sure that bladder is pretty full, huh?" He sees your mouth start to quiver and it breaks his entire heart to see you like this, especially when you were generally everyone's ray of sunshine, hell the group had even given you an honorary call sign of 'Sunshine', this was a totally new side of you for Rooster. "Hey, hey, font cry in me sunshine, no tears okay? You're gonna be just fine, this one will pass just like all the others, right?" You give a meek nod, the tears in your eyes welling anyway.

Bradley scoots closer to you, sitting against the headboard, a hand in your head as you scoot closer to him too. He takes a shakey breath. "Sunshine, are..are you feeling like you want to..to harm yourself?" He hated having to ask that question to his mother, and he hates it even more when it was his friends girlfriend. He feels you shake your head and feels relieved. That was never an easy thing to deal with. "Okay, good..you got to get up out of this bed or it's only going to get worse, alright? Why don't I go get us all some food and Jake can come help you get cleaned up, wake yourself up a bit okay?"

"..okay.." It was muffled but it was audible and it was all he needed to get up and head to the living room, where Jake is sitting with his head in his hands.

Jake stands as soon as he hears him, his eyes are rimmed red and Roosger feels absolutely horrible for him. "She's gonna be okay man, you just have to be there for her, help her because she doesn't know how to help herself right now..my mom would get the same way, it wasn't easy.." Jake nods and Rooster claps him on the shoulder. "Alright, I told her I'd go get us all food while you help her clean up..whatever her favorite movie is, we'll turn it on..get some serotonin going.."

Jake nods. "Okay..Okay..thank you, Rooster." He says, giving his friend a hug.

"Hangman? I walked here." Jake tosses him his truck keys. "Thanks."

He's gone for about an hour, long enough for Jake to help you out of bed and into the bath he had drawn for you. The entire time he helps you wash, he notices the tears streaming from your face, the silent unshed emotions that he could probably never fathom. He helps you brush your hair out, kissing your head the entire time before helping you out.

He leaves you to get dressed on your own, giving you a minuet toyourself. He had already slipped on some sweatpants and a clean t-shirt, and by the time he wandered back to the living room to flick through your favorite movies, Rooster was walking through the door. "She's getting dressed.." Jake says, getting up from the couch to help plate the takeout that he had gotten, all of your favorites.

Just as they're about to finish and take the food back to the living room, he feels your arms wrap around him and your face press into his back. You let go quickly and move on to Bradley, squeezing him as tightly as you could. "Thank you." You whisper, looking at both of them when you pull away.

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