#and Audrey's backyard!
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The Lorax (2012) W.I.P Trailer
from July 2011
Ding ding ding, wake up Once-ler Fandom we are being fed!
I was so shocked that this hasn't been circulating around here yet, it is really cool to get this early look and see some unfinished animation that didn't make it into the final movie. I especially love the unfinished shots of the Once-ler in the river!
#Miru brought up the blue and green colored truffula trees as well#and Audrey's backyard!#the lorax#the onceler#the once-ler#onceler#lorax#onceler fandom#lorax2012#lorax concept art#lorax film#trailer#lorax wip
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Angel girlies who deserve spaghetti and meatballs
#gladys looks like if Polly pocket were a chicken#meanwhile audrey is yzma#chickens#my chickens#animals#backyard chickens
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Don't Worry, Darling: Nine
After marrying the love of your life, Rafe Cameron, you thought you couldn't be happier. But when a murder shakes the island, you learn you don't know your husband as well as you thought. When does Paradise become Hell?
Warnings: 18+, mentions of past NON-CON, forced pregnancy, mentions of murder, mentions of drugging, violence, blood, dark!Rafe, kook!reader, non-canon ages
we are finally at the end, i can't believe it! thank you for reading and sticking with this series. please enjoy the final chapter <3
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The sound of your daughter’s cries barely registers with you. It’s more so the tugging of your dress to get your attention. You would think it’s something a child would do, but it’s only your husband.
“I think she wants you,” is all he says as he hands her to you.
You’re surprised Rafe wanted to hold her at all, especially at an event like this. But you realize it’s his way of showing how good of a father he is.
At least, that’s how he wants to present to the world.
You try to soothe her cries but when nothing works, you end up apologizing to your friends and finding a quieter place inside.
Your daughter is only a few months old, but Rafe really wanted to go to Topper and Audrey’s end of summer barbeque.
You tried to think like him, that your daughter could handle it. That you could handle it.
But as you stare at her wailing face, the only thing that comes to mind is how you wish you could cry like that.
It’s all over the news. You can’t even look at your phone without seeing a text from someone, shocked that Rafe has been arrested, that he’s been accused of murder.
So you stopped looking at your phone.
You barely got a wink of sleep last night and you’ve been cleaning since you gave up on getting any more rest.
But even when you think you’re occupying your mind, it’s busying itself elsewhere. You can’t get rid of this sinking feeling you have in your chest, like it’s getting harder and harder to breathe.
At this point, you’re not even sure where it comes from.
You haven’t wanted to think about any of it, Rafe being locked away or the pills you found.
Anytime you start to think about that pill bottle, your mind goes to a horrible place. So, you stop, your mind deciding that you’d rather not think at all.
But you ‘ve only done so much mindless cleaning before that familiar sound of a pickup truck in your driveway stops you in your tracks.
It’s a smaller truck than your husband’s, older too. A company logo adorns the side of it.
You expect him to go to the backyard, maintaining the pool like he usually does. But instead, he walks up to your front door, forcing you to move away from the window you’re spying from, hoping he didn’t see you.
The doorbell rings and you consider not answering it.
But it’s like your body screams at you to open the door for him.
He doesn’t look any different when you finally face him, the same worn-out work clothes, and messy blond locks.
He looks almost surprised you even answered the door.
He says your name like it’s unfamiliar to him.
“What are you doing?” you ask, desperately needing to know.
“I just…I heard about…I heard about Rafe,” he finally spits out.
When he doesn’t get a word or a twitch of a muscle in your face from you, he sighs.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay. But I won’t bother you-.”
You can tell by the way he moves his feet that he’s going to leave, so you stop him.
“No. You’re not bothering me,” you explain, opening the door wider. “You want to come in?”
He hesitates only slightly, and a relief floods his eyes as he accepts.
“Can I get you anything? Water, lemonade, I just made some iced tea-.”
You open the fridge, ready to grab whatever he wants.
He stops you merely by saying your name.
“You don’t need to do any of that for me. I want to know how you’re doing.”
You let the fridge door close. You can feel that heaviness that occupies your chest starting to come back.
“I’m sure it was a shock,” he continues. “When he was arrested.”
“Yeah,” you mumble, gaze finding the floor beneath you.
You don’t even realize that your fingers play with a loose thread coming from your dress.
“I can’t believe he was able to get away with it for so long. Even had his own wife fooled.”
“You’re acting like I’m an idiot or something, JJ.”
You see his eyes widen.
“No. Not at all,” he quickly says. “It’s Rafe. He’s a fucking psycho.”
That doesn’t exactly make you feel better.
Your hands unconsciously move to your stomach.
“Sometimes I think I’m just as awful as he is,” you say like you’re thinking aloud.
You look at JJ but it’s almost like you’re looking past him.
He shakes his head and scoffs as if you’ve said something stupid.
“I just feel like if I’m awful too, then what chance do they have?”
JJ freezes then, his eyes finding your tearful ones. A question lingers on his face as he drags his eyes to where your hands are – on your stomach.
He raises his eyebrows. “You’re pregnant?”
All you can do is nod.
“Shit,” he sighs out, running his hand through his hair.
He takes a moment to think, eyes anywhere but you. But they finally find you again.
He gives you an almost pained look before stepping closer to you.
He lets out a ragged breath before saying, “that baby is very lucky to have you as a mom. And I’m sorry if Rafe ever made you feel differently.”
You try to blink away the tears, but instead they fall down your cheeks.
“I just don’t know how everything could go so wrong. And all at once,” you add.
“Just know that you’re not alone. I’ll do anything I can. Also, I’m sure Sarah-.”
“Thanks, JJ,” you interrupt by hugging him.
For a moment, all the noise in your head is gone. There is no sinking feeling in your chest anymore. You can feel his arms wrap around you.
But the serene silence is replaced with an even worse feeling than the one before as you hear the front door being opened.
Fear.
You step back from JJ quickly as if you were burned by being too close to him.
Neither of you are fast enough to get out before he finds you.
“What the hell is this?”
Pure poison drips from his words as he looks between you and JJ.
You’re surprised to find JJ not even a bit scared to see Rafe, now a known murderer. Instead, he looks like he’s gearing up for a fight.
That doesn’t exactly help the mix of fear and worry that paints your face.
“They let you out of jail already?” JJ asks. “Surprising considering you killed two people. But that’s what enough money gets you, huh?”
Rafe seethes from JJ’s taunts, jaw ticking and brow furrowing. He’s spent one night in jail, and he already looks just a little rougher. His hair is messy, and his shirt is wrinkled.
“What the fuck are you doin’ in my house?” Rafe yells, practically lunging toward JJ.
JJ steps out of his way, trying to get closer to the front door.
“Rafe, stop! I invited him,” you try to explain.
“And why the hell would you do that?”
“Because!” You pause for a moment. “Because he’s been cleaning our pool for months.”
“What?” Rafe squints at you, anger pointed toward you now. “So, you’ve been lying to me?”
“I wasn’t lying. You never asked.”
“Have you been cheating on me too?” an accusatory tone in his voice.
“No,” you quickly reply.
“Like I would believe a word you say now.” He turns to JJ again, who has been torn between bolting and trying to help you.
“Have you really been cleaning our pool, or have you just been fucking my wife?” he asks him.
“Rafe,” you yell, disgusted by his words.
He inches closer to JJ, a hard glare set on a face that matches his own expression.
You see how Rafe’s fingers flex, forming into a fist every now and then.
You walk up to them, saying your husband’s name again. You’ve been able to get through to him before, but you don’t think you’ve seen him this furious, ever.
Of course, he ignores you.
“Is this you getting back at me, JJ? For all those times I beat the shit out of you. Cause I can do it again.”
“Rafe, stop it,” you try again.
You grab his arm, hoping it would stop him from punching JJ.
JJ just laughs.
“Wow, man. And Y/N really thought you changed.”
Now you feel like you’ve been the one punched in the gut.
“Just leave, JJ,” you tell him, knowing it’s the only way to keep a fight from happening.
He looks at you, a mix of worry and hurt in his eyes. You think he might argue with you but after a moment, he turns to Rafe.
“I don’t know why, but she really loves you,” he says, giving one last glare to Rafe before slipping through the front door.
“Get the hell outta here, JJ,” Rafe yells at the back of JJ’s head as he walks to his parked truck.
You wish you could feel more relief now that a fight has been averted, but that was just one fight. You know there’s another on the horizon.
“You know,” he starts. “I was really hoping to be coming home to some peace and quiet. Especially, after the night I had.”
His voice getting louder with each word, an anger passing through every syllable.
You can barely look at him, so you don’t.
“Do you know the filth I had to sleep in last night? Actually, I shouldn’t say that. I barely slept at all. And the whole time, you’re here, letting another man in my house.” He jabs his finger into his chest. “No, not a man,” he corrects himself. “A Pogue.”
You can feel your bottom lip trembling.
He digs his nails into the palm of his hand as he brings it to his face. It almost looks like he’s fighting off a migraine, and if he is, you know you’re the cause of it.
“I mean, is the baby even mine?”
“Of course, it’s yours. Why would you even say that?”
He throws his arms in the air, like the answer is obvious.
“I didn’t sleep with him, Rafe! I’ve never cheated on you. JJ is just a friend,” you try to convince him.
But it’s hard to convince someone you’re not lying, even when you’re telling the truth.
“A friend? The pool boy is a friend?” he asks, appalled you would say something like that.
“He’s friends with your sister. Doesn’t that mean anything?”
“Doesn’t mean anything good,” he simply says before walking upstairs.
You follow him, still upset that he thinks you’re lying.
“I need to take a shower,” he tells you, throwing his stuff down on the dresser in your bedroom.
“You don’t get to be mad at me, Rafe. I should be the one who’s mad.”
“And why is that?”
“Look around!” You wave your hands around wildly. “Our house, our life, our marriage, it’s a mess, Rafe. And it’s all your fault.”
“My fault. My fault?” He moves away from the bathroom, getting closer to you. “I was helping us, Y/N. The promotion was to give us more money, and everything else I did was to protect you. To protect our family.”
“Whatever,” you scoff. “You didn’t know I was pregnant when you were protecting your family.
Rafe casts his eyes downward, finding a spot on the floor to be more interesting.
“Right? You didn’t know I was pregnant,” you repeat. “Cause there really wouldn’t be a way for you to know before I did,” you say, knowing you’re actually asking a question.
Finally, he nods. “Yeah, I didn’t know.”
He still doesn’t look at you.
And for some reason, it shatters you. You feel like a million pieces on the floor, needing to be swept up and thrown away.
“What did you do, Rafe?”
You can hear yourself breaking, losing any grip you had on your sanity, dignity, and your hopeful delusion.
You don’t exactly know how, but you know he’s lying to you, and you know it has something to do with the night of Midsummers. The night you can’t remember putting yourself to bed. It has to do with the dream you had and the pills you found. It’s just taken this long to admit it to yourself.
“Please tell me you didn’t do something,” you plead.
The silence is suffocating.
He’s killed two people. Why is it hard for you to realize that he could do something just as evil, if not more?
“Rafe!”
“What?” He finally meets your gaze. “What do you want me to say? I’ve told you that everything I did, I did it for us. I don’t know why you can’t see that.”
You don’t think you can look at him for another second without being violently ill.
Once you storm downstairs, he’s right on your heels, not letting you leave his sight.
You can hear him trying to justify his actions, explaining, but it just sounds like noise to you.
You’re not exactly thinking, more so acting on impulse, on the emotions clouding your mind.
On the kitchen counter, sits the knife block. You barely think about it as you grab the sharpest knife out of the bunch.
He has to step away from you to avoid the knife grazing him. You wave it at him, pointing the shiny steel directly at him – his chest, his neck, somewhere he really wouldn’t want to get stabbed.
“You raped me!” The words erupt out of you. “You drugged me, and you raped me. Tell me I’m wrong.”
His blue eyes widen with shock and traces of fear. He keeps his hands up. His palms open to show that he’s defenseless.
A sick part of you feels satisfied to see him be the one who’s scared and weak.
“Calm down, okay?”
“No! Answer me,” you yell, voice coarse.
“Not until you put the knife down.”
His unusually level tone chips away at your anger and your stubbornness. You readjust your grip on the knife as you glance away from him for a second.
That’s all he needs in order to roughly grab your wrist and to push you into the kitchen counter behind you.
You groan out in pain as your back hits the edge of the marble. Rafe is able to pry the knife out of your hand, also painfully.
You hear the knife clatter to the ground as you realize you might need to admit defeat.
He keeps your body pinned with his, his grasp still on your wrist, meaning you can’t move away from him.
“I can’t rape my own wife.” His tone is cold, and it almost sounds like it comes from a man who only looks like your husband but isn’t actually him. “When I put that ring on your finger, it meant I could crawl on top of you and do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.”
Your tears don’t stop him.
“What is in between your legs is mine. So that means if I want to get you pregnant, it is my right to do that.”
He pauses, the only sound are the sobs you try to stop from coming out.
“All of this went on for way too long,” he continues. “I didn’t mind you having a job at first, it made you happy, it gave you some semblance of control.”
You wince as his grip on your wrist gets tighter.
“But I didn’t think it would get in the way of us having a family,” he continues. “I didn’t think you would choose it over me.”
You shake your head, wanting to say something, but nothing cohesive can be formed in your head right now.
He lets go of your wrist, taking your hand in his instead.
“All I did…” he pauses, kissing the back of your hand while still holding it. “…was show you what you really wanted.”
“Get off me, Rafe,” you say quietly. But when he doesn’t move, you push him with all your strength and yell, “get off me!”
He looks at you like a wounded puppy, like he feels rejected by you, like he doesn’t know how fucked up what he just said was.
You move back, trying to put enough space between the two of you. You’re still crying, tears streaming down your face as your chest heaves.
You try to speak through ragged breaths.
“I really thought you could have become a good person, Rafe. I really thought all that violence, all that bullying, was just you being young and stupid. But it’s who you are, and you can’t change it.”
You notice his eyes filling with tears before he sniffles, glaring at you to try and prevent any crying.
You continue, “I should have known that you can’t change someone who has a soul so dark, that they suck all the light out of anyone they’re close to. And that’s what you did to me. And that’s what you’ll do to this baby.”
The sobs have stopped, rage replacing the heaving.
“So, you might have been bailed out by your father. But there’s no way you’re not going to prison. Or worse,” you add. “I’ll tell them everything. I’ll make sure that they find you guilty. And I’ll be glad. I’ll be glad that you’ll be far away from me.”
You stare at him, a scowl written on his face until it morphs into laughter.
“And how is that going to work out for you? I’ll tell them everything also.”
He steps closer to you, and you can feel that suffocation again.
“I’ll tell them how you helped me hide the body. How you’ve known for weeks, how you’ve lied to the police and lied to everyone you know. You think they’re not going to send your ass to prison too?” He flashes his teeth at you. “And believe me, you wouldn’t last a day.”
He walks around you, like a predator circling its prey.
“But if you do manage to last,” he continues. “They’ll let you give birth in prison. Then, it’s bye-bye baby. My parents will probably adopt, but even when you get out, doesn’t mean they’ll let you see the kid.”
He stops in front of you, darkness filling his eyes as he sees fear fill yours.
“You’ll never have custody. Your child probably won’t even call you mom.”
“Stop, Rafe.”
“So, if you do what you say you’re going to do, that baby isn’t going to have any parents.”
You can feel your stomach twisting and your chest getting tighter. You don’t want to go to prison, you don’t want to lose your baby, and you absolutely don’t want your in-laws raising your child to be just like Rafe.
You finally look at him, meeting his gaze.
“I don’t want that to happen.”
Your voice barely sounds like your own, it sounds tired and worn-out.
“And I’m not going to let that happen,” he says, a concern in his voice that wasn’t there before, so you wonder if he feigns it. “But you need to be on my side, alright?”
You would rather gouge your eyes out than be on his side, but what other choice do you have?
“Neither of us are going to prison,” he explains. “But that means, someone else killed those guys.”
You furrow your brow, not understanding what he means.
“JJ killed those guys.”
“What?”
“He’s had this revenge plot against me,” he says it like he’s telling the truth. “For all those stupid fights, he decided he wanted to get back at me. So, he became our pool boy, got access inside our house, and framed me. Used my gun, left evidence, just so the police would come after me.”
“What are you talking about?” you ask, in denial, that this is actually Rafe’s plan.
“It’s the perfect story, Y/N. Come on.”
“Rafe, I know you think something happened between-.”
He stops you by softly putting his hands on your shoulders.
“I know nothing happened between you and JJ,” he says calmly. “But he’s the only person that has been to our house. Every week, right? And right around when the first murder happened.”
“Rafe. I’m not putting an innocent man in jail. He’s a good person.”
He just shakes his head.
“It’s either him or us. We have a life, Y/N. A baby on the way.” Rafe’s voice rises with a familiar anger. “What does JJ have? He’s never going to be anything. We’re doing him a favor.”
You close your eyes momentarily, and when you open them, your vision of Rafe is blurry.
“I don’t love you anymore. And if you do this, I know I’ll never love you again,” you tell him as a tear falls onto your lips.
He thinks for a moment before bending down and placing a kiss on your stomach.
He stands to his full height, looking down at you.
“At least, I won’t be in prison.”
You thought you would never be able to do this. To be able to go back to the way things used to be.
Except, things will never be the way they used to be.
Now all you do is pretend. And it makes you wonder if that is what you were doing all along.
Your wrist grows tired from stirring the mashed potatoes. You think you may have been stirring for too long. Your mind and your arm aren’t connected.
It’s almost like you’re a machine, programmed to do the same things every day.
You lock eyes with your daughter who sits in her highchair.
You feel a spark of joy somewhere deep inside.
The fact is you were never the same after that day.
But you did what you were taught, to push down any emotions, to pretend that everything is okay.
Your testimony helped an innocent man be sent to prison for the rest of his life. You watched Rafe lie through his teeth so JJ would be the one taking his spot.
Normally, something like that would make you sick, make you so angry you couldn’t think straight.
But not now.
You thought it would be hard to let Rafe touch you again. You thought you would be reminded of the night you barely remember anytime you could feel his skin on yours. But you just taught yourself to think about it differently, or not at all.
If he hadn’t done it, you wouldn’t have your daughter. You know he loves you. He loves you so much it makes him crazy. That’s what you think about when he’s on top of you at night, thrusting into you so hard it almost hurts.
But that’s what love is, it hurts.
Sometimes, you wonder if you’ll snap one day. Maybe five years from now, it will be Rafe’s murder that everyone will see on the news.
You might not even care when they take you away, handcuffed. You might even feel happy.
But those thoughts are fleeting.
You know Rafe is home because your daughter’s attention is finally taken from you.
She smiles when he steps into the kitchen.
And it almost makes you smile.
“It smells good in here,” he comments.
“It’s almost done.”
“Good. I’m starving. I had such a busy day at work,” he sighs, setting his things down.
“You’ll have to tell me all about it.”
The oven beeps, and before you can open it, Rafe stops you with a hand on your waist.
“Is that a pot roast in there? How did I get so lucky?” he asks against your lips before kissing them with brutal affection.
You meet his roughness, nicking his lip with your teeth in the process.
He pulls back, a bead of crimson pours from his lip.
If there is love between you and Rafe, this is what it is – dark, bloody, and violent for everyone around.
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Audrey Hepburn, her first husband Mel Ferrer, and Mr. Famous in the backyard of their Los Angeles, California home in 1957
Photography by Sid Avery
#audrey hepburn#1950s#old hollywood glamour#old hollywood#fashion#classic#vintage#photography#style#Mel Ferrer#1957#mr. famous#los angeles#sid avery
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Multifandom: Black Hearts - Hook, Facilier, Hades & Gideon Gleeful
Hook, Facilier, & Hades Relationship Headcanons
Beach Vacation with Cruella, Bruno Madrigal, & Facilier
Reader caring for sidekicks with Hades, Facilier, & Beast
Psychic!Reader with Facilier, Hades, Dipper Pines, & Mabel Pines
Reader wants a family with Beast, Facilier, & Hook
Dialogue Prompt: Cold Nights, Warm Blankets - Facilier
Dialogue Prompt: Humor me - Hades
Multifandom: Anxious s/o - Facilier
Multifandom: What else can I do? - Pacifica Northwest & Audrey Rose
Holiday Songfic: Sweater Weather - Mabel Pines
Holiday Songfic: That Christmas Feeling - Rapunzel & Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Rider
Holiday Songfic: Winter Song - Bruno Madrigal
Psychic!Reader with Rapunzel, Jafar, & Ursula
Dialogue Prompt: Backyard Chats - Max Goof
Hades SFW Alphabet
Multifandom: Hello Nurse - Moana
#disney princesses#disney villains#disney x reader#disney villains headcanons#disney villains x reader#disney princesses headcanons#disney channel#disney dcoms#descendants#descendants x reader#gravity falls#gravity falls headcanons#gravity falls x reader
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6 + Hinny 👀
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Tipsy kiss
Harry never thought he'd see the day that Mrs. Weasley allowed them to drink alcohol in front of her. Of course, she knew her children drank. They certainly weren't kids anymore. However, Molly Weasley was the type of mum that pretended her kids didn't get drunk or pursed her lips in disapproval when they did. What surprised Harry even more was the fact that the Weasley siblings weren't in the least bit concerned that their mother was sitting on the porch chatting with Andromeda.
Percy, ever the introspective drunk, was sitting at a table in the backyard with his new girlfriend Audrey, who was talking to Angelina. Percy was quietly listening to them talk and sipping at his whiskey. Harry suspected if he tried to get up and walk, he'd stumble across the lawn. George was much farther gone than him, on his fourth glass of gin. He was sitting next to Angelina, his arm slung across the back of her chair, and trying to brush his beard against her neck, though she kept pushing him away. Ron was loudly talking to Fleur and Hermione, waving his beer in the air and letting it slosh down the sides of his glass. Bill was the only one of the siblings who wasn't drinking, probably due to the fact he and Fleur had to go home to a baby.
Then there was Ginny. His beautiful girlfriend.
He'd never tire of hearing that.
She was slightly tipsy, only on her second glass of whiskey, and she was beaming as she talked to her father. Harry couldn't help, but be mesmerized by her. She was wearing a dress today, a yellow one with daisies on it, paired with a pair of black ankle boots. The outfit screamed Ginny. She'd tied her long hair back in a ponytail that Harry was dying to get his fingers wrapped in.
A smile blossomed across his face as she bounced over to him. When she reached him, she hooked her fingers into his belt loops.
"Hi," she said, grinning up at him.
Harry brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hi."
"Why are you all alone?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I was just watching you."
"Weirdo," she said.
"Your weirdo," Harry muttered as he dropped his face into her neck and pressed a soft kiss there.
Ginny giggled and it was magical.
"Do you want to shag me?" she whispered conspiratorially.
"Ginny," Harry hissed, pulling back so he could look at her. Quickly, he glanced around to make sure no one had heard her.
She tugged his belt loops. "Well, do you?"
"I'm not talking about this with you in your mother's backyard," he mumbled, the back of his neck heating up.
Ginny rolled her eyes, then glanced over her shoulder. Whatever she saw must have satisfied her because when she spun back around, she kissed him.
The great thing about kissing Ginny was that he could forget everything else and focus completely on her. She tasted like whiskey and something spicy. Harry's hands fisted in her dress, the fabric soft against his callouses.
"Oi! Go make out with my sister somewhere else!"
Harry abruptly yanked away from her to see Ron rolling his eyes and George leaning back on the two legs of his chair. Bill had his eyebrows raised and Percy looked disgusted.
"All of you can mind your own business," Ginny said, then grabbed his hand and yanked him around the corner of the house, hopefully to do some more snogging.
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Limoncello - Chapter 2
Pairings: Nick Folio x fem!OC, Bad Omens x fem!OC
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of eating dinner, one mention of John Mayer and Dear John.
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“To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.” ~ Audrey Hepburn
Maeve was most definitely a morning person. Many of her early mornings consisted of tending to her gardens. She would always start in the backyard, where she grew her produce, pulling weeds and harvesting whatever was ripe. Afterwards she would move to the front yard, where all of her flowers grew, making sure they all looked just as pretty as the day before.
It had been exactly a week since the band had moved in across the street. She had been put into a group chat with them shortly after giving her number to Folio. Maeve had told them that she figured it would be best to wait a week before she had them over for dinner, to give them time to settle in. She would never admit it, but it was mainly so she would just have time to plan. The band was okay with that plan, and they also let her know that whenever they were practicing, she was welcome to come over and listen. She took them up on that offer.
She had cleaned her house the day before and went out to tend to her gardens first thing Saturday morning. She’d already done her work in the backyard, harvesting all of the ripe produce and herbs she would need for later in the day. Now, she was tending to her flowers while also trying to pick a few so that she could make a nice flower arrangement for the centerpiece of her dining room table.
Folio was not a morning person. At all. Yet, he was awake. Early. On a Saturday morning. He had tossed and turned all night because all he could think about was their plans with Maeve. His excitement was akin to a hyper child waiting to see what Santa Claus had left under the tree on Christmas morning.
He had not been up this early during the week they had lived in the house. Now, at 8am, he was the only one awake. He groggily shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing his tired eyes as he went to grab a bottle of water. As he took a sip, he found himself glancing out the window. He was surprised to see Maeve hunched over her flower beds. Surprised, but certainly pleased. In only his pajamas, which only consisted of a pair of basketball shorts, he slipped on some shoes and cautiously stepped outside. He noted that the bright morning sun was already beginning to warm the air as he walked down the driveway and across the street.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked as he approached Maeve, his voice raspy with how tired he was.
Maeve gasped and jumped a bit before turning around and looking up at him. She let out a sigh of relief, “You scared me.” She said with a soft laugh. “You snuck up on me like a ninja!”
A soft smile painted his features as he crouched down next to her, “Sorry.”
She couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked. His hair was a mess, eyes droopy, his smile small and tired. His morning voice also caught her by surprise, in the best way possible. “To answer your question,” she started, pausing to wipe a bit of sweat off her forehead with her forearm. “I'm just doing some gardening.”
He nodded and furrowed his eyebrows, “You always up this early?”
“Of course,” she chirped. She didn’t think that 8am was that early, but he obviously did. So, she kept that thought to herself. “I’m assuming you’re not, though.” She raised an eyebrow at him and pushed her glasses up her nose.
He looked down at the ground as his cheeks started to heat up and shrugged before looking back up at her. “Not usually, no.”
She nodded, “So how come you’re up?” It didn’t come off as accusatory or rude, just genuinely curious and possibly concerned.
“Honestly?” he chuckled, “I’m just really pumped for dinner tonight. Couldn’t sleep.”
Maeve had to bite back a giggle as she playfully nudged him. “Oh stop it. You’re not being serious.”
“I’m being so serious. And that doesn’t happen very often.” he laughed.
This time she let herself giggle, “Well go home and try to get some sleep, you zombie.”
“What if I want to hang out?” he asked, getting a little closer to her.
“You’re gonna be bored. I’m just gonna be picking flowers and prepping food.” She raised her eyebrows at him and bumped his shoulder.
“I doubt I could possibly get bored around you.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and shaking her lightly.
She started to laugh and she rolled her eyes teasingly, “And I doubt that I’ll get anything done if you don’t go home. I mean that in the nicest way possible.”
“Oh fine,” he playfully groaned before standing back up. “We’ll see you tonight then.”
9 hours and a pot of coffee later, Maeve was setting the table. The guys were due to arrive at any moment. After placing the last fork on the table and adjusting the vase filled with yellow roses and pink sweet peas in the center of the table, the doorbell rang. She rushed to the door and fluffed her hair in the mirror that hung next to it before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
There stood the guys. They were dressed in all black, a major contrast to her and her home. She wondered how hot they must be, wandering around in the summer in all black. “Hey! Come on in!” She greeted them and stepped aside to allow them to file in.
“Thanks for having us, Maeve.” Jolly grinned, pulling her in for a brief side hug, which she returned happily.
She watched as Noah and Nicholas stood side by side and looked around, almost in sync.
“Your place is really fucking nice,” Noah muttered in awe, not even looking at her as he took in his colorful surroundings.
“Yeah,” agreed Nicholas, “It’s like…one of those collector’s dollhouses.”
Maeve was grinning from ear to ear, “Thank you! I take pride in my living space.” Then her eyes drifted to Folio, who had been awfully quiet, but was taken by surprise when she discovered that he was already looking at her. She noticed that he looked less tired than that morning; so hopefully he took her advice and got some more sleep.
It seemed as though the eye contact snapped him out of whatever trace he seemed to be in because his eyes drifted to the side and the slightest pink tint bloomed on his cheeks. “Smells good in here,” he said to her softly.
“Well, the food tastes better than it smells,” she said with a giggle. “Let’s eat!”
They had an amazing dinner. If you asked the guys, probably the best dinner they’d ever had. They were especially shocked at how colorful the food was. That was how they learned about how she loved to garden. They were surprised that such a sweet and colorful girl wanted to be friends with them. The girls that looked like she did were the girls that usually avoided them at all costs. But not Maeve.
They insisted on helping her clean up. Ever the stubborn hostess, Maeve continuously denied, but they eventually broke her down. She quickly put a playlist on shuffle before they got started.
Folio raised his eyebrows at the song that began to play. “Domino? By The Cramps?” He questioned.
Maeve looked over her shoulder at him as she rinsed some dishes, “Yeah. It’s one of my favorites.”
Then Nicholas piped up, “Didn’t expect that.”
Maeve turned off the tap and dried her hands before turning to face them. “Oh yeah?” she questioned. “And what did you expect.”
Then Noah cut in. “Jason Mraz, Colbie Caillat, John Mayer-“
“Oh god not John Mayer,” Maeve cut him off. “Have you ever even heard ‘Dear John’?”
A small smile grew on Noah’s face, “Oh yeah. I like this girl.” He tapped Jolly on the arm.
When the dishes were taken care of, Maeve offered up some of her famous Limoncello and suggested they watch a movie.
They all sat on the couch with glasses of Limoncello and Back to the Future playing on the tv. Maeve sat between Jolly and Folio on the couch, while Noah and Nicholas opted to sit on the floor, despite there being plenty of room on the couch. Not even halfway through the movie, Folio felt a head drop onto his shoulder. When he looked over, he saw Maeve’s head on his shoulder. She had fallen asleep.
He couldn’t help the smile that crept into his face at how peaceful she looked. He figured that she must have worked really hard on this dinner for her to just pass out like that. He felt her soft puffs of breath tickle his skin and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
Jolly looked over with a chuckle, “Damn. Guess she’s got a favorite.”
Folio glanced up at him, “She’s asleep. I’m not her favorite.” he whispered.
“Well her subconscious leaned on you.” Jolly shrugged.
Folio took a deep breath and looked down at her again, but practically ignored what Jolly had just said.
Once the movie ended, they gently woke her up and told her that they were going to head out. When they walked back across the street, Folio could still feel the warmth and weight of her leaning on him as she slept. The ghost of a smile stayed on his face for the rest of the night.
#bad omens fanfiction#bad omens fanfic#bad omens x oc#nick folio fanfiction#nick folio fanfic#nick folio x oc#sinkingteethinwhitenoise#limoncello series
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*Amy enters the house through the backyard screaming*
HEY!!!!! SHOW YOURSELF COWARD!!!!!!!
oh, so I'm the coward now?
*Audrey appears from the room with Ghost by her side and Pendulum on the other*
You were the one who ran away from me in the first place
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Can you do the same thing but for the dc hero kids? Like they just had their backstories?
Marc- Myzan'r
Marc came to Earth as Myzan'r, a Tamaranean prince being transported by Gordanians, in exile as a slave to the Citadel
Through the use of his immense Tamaranean superhuman strength and incredible agility, he broke free from the brig aboard a Gordanian ship and landed in Paris
There, he went on a rampage trying to remove his handcuffs, screaming in Tamaranean until Zoé helped get them off of him… Then he kissed her and started speaking French
He's been living on Earth with his adoptive mothers and younger brother ever since
Aurore- Whirlpool
Aurore was once a normal “human” girl who lived by the water with her family
One thing about Aurore is that she has the ability to breathe water, which made her quite popular at school. She was captain of water-based sports and always got invited to pool parties
However, one day at a beach bonfire party, Aurore suddenly swam further out into sea and dived down in the water, soon discovering that she could communicate with sea life and that she is from Atlantis
She soon decided to use her abilities to defend Earth's oceans
Mireille- Echo
Mireille was born with an inborn metahuman ability, granting her a super-sonic scream that could shatter the thickest of glass
After nearly deafening half of the school, her parents had her live in Gotham with some other metahumans for a year so she could have better control over her powers
When Mireille returned, it worked like a charm, and now they could control the frequency of their scream
Théo couldn’t be prouder of his sister
Cosette- Voltage
Cosette was just an average kid that no one understood... Then she somehow got roped by a school bully into joining some gang, and they got into a turf war at an old factory
A round went off, and then suddenly, there was an explosion. A strange gas spread throughout the area, and Cosette passed out from exposure
When it woke up, Cosette found that they now had electromagnetic powers!... And a bunch of other people in the city now had their own powers, and most of them were villains
They took up the mantle as a hero and used their new powers to fight crime
Zoé- Rouge ("I refuse to have the same hero name as Dick!")
Zoé was just your typical girl, born into a wealthy family in New York as the product of her terrible mother's affair. Her mother's negligence during one fashion show in New Jersey caused her to wander off and come across several villains
Because she's a rich kid, they decide to kidnap her for a ransom, only for Batman to swoop in and save her.
He takes one look at her and says, "Screw it. She's mine now." He just shares custody with Morgan
Ever since that day, Zoé's grown up with several older brothers and a few sisters who take her out for ice cream, teach her how to street fight, and occasionally prank Audrey
Ismael- Krypto-Kid
Born on the planet of Krypton with the birthname, Mal-Sel, as a baby, Ismael's parents sent him to Earth in a small spaceship shortly before Krypton was destroyed in a natural cataclysm
His ship soon landed in the backyard of Fazli and Alaya Prisk
Fazli immediately adored him, while Alaya loathed the fact that the ship ruined the backyard
Overtime, Ismael began to show signs of his powers
Reshma- Sapphire Beetle
While on a family trip to their private island, Reshma came into contact with a strange-looking scarab
When she touched it, it attached to her, grafting onto her spine, and gave her a powerful exoskeleton armor
Reshma had little to almost no control over her new powers, but slowly asserts herself. When she’s in danger, the suit activates, crawling out on to her back
When the danger passes, the scarab deactivates, and it hurts like hell
Simon- Speedster
Simon was once a normal but nerdy coffee-loving student who was occasionally chased by bullies
One night, as he was running home, trying to escape his usual tormentors, he was struck by a lightning bolt, temporarily knocking him out
When he wakes up the next morning, Simon later finds that he can run at super-human speeds and possesses equally enhanced reflexes, senses, and healing
Of course, he gets a little payback
Denise- Wonderer
On Paradise Island, Queen Hippolyta was sculpting a child from clay whom she named Denise
Denise often stood out as the only “non-female” of the tribe of Amazons, but they still respected them for their strength and power
After meeting a World War II pilot who crash lands on the island, Denise accompanies him back to his home and assists in fighting off Nazi forces
They ultimately decided to stay amongs humans, defending them from any threats, living with several families over the years, and eventually finding a boyfriend
Lacey- Wildmorph
When her brothers were three and she was eleven, their parents took them on a family trip to Brazil
It was all fun and stuff until they went into the jungle and Lacey was bitten by a monkey with mint green fur. Her parents were able to find a way to save her, but it turned her skin mint green, and she developed the ability to turn into any animal
Then while on a boating trip, there was an accident. Lacey and her brothers made it, but their parents didn’t
Their grandparents soon became their legal guardians
Jean- Spellbound
Jean Duparc is the daughter of famed magician/comedian Dejah Duparc
He started off as a young but successful stage illusionist himself before he discovered his true magical powers
After doing a dna test as part of a biology assignment for school, they soon discovered that they are of the Homo Magi race, a race of naturally magic-wielding humans
Ever since that, Jean’s been learning how to perform actual magic, and learns that he’s kinda OP
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#marc anciel#Aurore Béaureal#Mireille Caquet#Zoé Lee#Jean Duparc#Mlb ocs#answered ask#ask me stuff#dc comics#dc heroes#dc kids#dc comics au
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Audrey and Seymour would definitely dance in their backyard in the moonlight
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Where was the GLOW? The walking on CLOUDS? The unending and teeth rotting HAPPINESS? Everyone else around her was chattering and smiling, seemingly unaware of the internal PURGATORY Cindy found herself in. It felt like she was FROZEN in place, like someone else had command of her body and she was watching through a hazy shield.
Clutching her champagne glass, Cindy glanced around at the engagement party, toes wriggling in her white pumps. It was opulent in the way the Cervantes felt looked best. Like a backwash Kardashian cocktail party. There had been no input from the Moon camp, but honestly, she would've been happy with a backyard BARBEQUE at her parents' house. Hell, she didn't even know HALF of the people here. Hector had introduced her to about a quarter of that half and then left her to reconnect with old friends of his.
It's fine. We LIVE together. We'll talk when we can.
At least Peter and MJ made it. And from the doorway she could see the Morales bunch with George and Gwen. Hobie was somewhere in the crowd giving Mr. Cervantes a hard time for his apparent FASCISM by having the event be valeted. Her FRIENDS brought a small smile to her lips, despite being awash in a typhoon of social anxiety.
She couldn't remember getting DRESSED for the party and yet every aunt and sister-in-law and grandmother seemed to LAVISH her with compliments. The WHITE dress was pretty, she supposed--very BRIDAL, her mother complimented. It was short, simple and exposed her legs, but Hector seemed to LIKE it. His tie was white satin, he'd chosen it to MATCH her.
But it was OFF white. Like a creamy eggshell. The shade of white that was just a tinge away from being PUS colored. It was...WRONG. Cindy felt bad to focus on such a minute detail, but it just seemed to signify everything she FELT since saying 'yes'.
She LOVED Hector. They'd been together since middle school, so moving in together? Sure. That made sense. Buying FURNITURE together? Of course--she was a sucker for some good IKEA meatballs. Marriage? Children?
...maybe? They were happy.
Right?
At least they were happy ENOUGH?
Hector loved her. He seemed to, in any case. He told her at least ONCE a day. (Okay sure, he'd forgotten to a few times in the past few MONTHS, but he was caught up in work. That's understandable.) He took her out on semi-regular DATES. (Lots of GUYS forget that their fiancée' didn't care for CURRY. It happens.) He brought her FLOWERS. (Sure, the last time was PROM, but that counted.)
At least they still had plenty in common to TALK about. He would tell her about his job, how STRESSFUL it was and how he was praying for a promotion. She would LISTEN, offer advice--even a few pieces HELPED him out in his last meeting! He would ask her about her day and she would answer.
All he was looking for was that it was FINE. Anything else risked an argument or a lecture.
They were INTIMATE on a semi-regular basis. She did like the way he kissed her NECK--one of the more sensitive spots on her body. She just wished he focused more on her than HIMSELF. Surely she could finish too, right? At least they had TIME to learn more about the other's wants and desires.
Till DEATH, right?
The party moved in FULL speed around her and no one else seemed to noticed the HAUNTED glaze in her eyes. A image came to her mind, something she'd HAVE to paint. Not something she'd want to paint--but a necessity. A room full of color and NOISE and there she was, a vision in WHITE and completely gray with just the thud of her heart to signal that she was ALIVE.
Lost.
Audrey bounced over to her but her words were MUFFLED. It sounded like a compliment and Cindy forced a smile to her lips, tilting her head to her BRIDESMAID. Her friend's little upturned nose was already PINK, a sure sign that she had taken full advantage of the BAR and it reminded Cindy to take a sip of her champagne. A VAGUE attempt to look human. She gave her friend's hand a gentle squeeze, brown eyes flickering down to the RING on her finger as Audrey slipped away back into the party.
It was BEAUTIFUL. For someone else.
She could've understood if it had been a FAMILY heirloom, but Mrs. Cervantes had guarded her engagement ring like the HOLY Grail. Not that I would've wanted her RING. But the ring Hector had chosen was just on the verge of GARISH. The diamond was huge, square cut, and glittered in the CANDLELIGHT of the party. But it was cold, hollow. As if he had just walked into the jeweler and picked the FIRST one he saw.
Which was FINE. She could hardly complain--wouldn't COMPLAIN about it. Even if MJ and Rio, even little Gwen had recognized the dissatisfaction on her face.
Cindy glanced away from her ring and took another sip of COURAGE, setting her glass on a tray as she searched for her fiance. A rare flare of ANGER curled in her stomach like a vine, twisting and SQUEEZING her into action. He should be by her side, holding her HAND. He should be BEAMING and kissing her cheek--not hoisting beers with his old college friends.
He had caught her look: something near DESPERATE and pleading, her lips turned up as if begging him to join her--and he looked away at some JOKE his best man guwaffed out.
He had been lucky she glanced away before his hand landed on Audrey's back in a less-than BROTHERLY fashion. As if there was something more...familiar there. Something UNTOWARD and unkind to the woman he was marrying.
Just as soon as the anger had flared, it had cooled down to a resigned, disappointed SIMMER. She recognized it as the familiar sting of UNHAPPINESS, but tucked it away. Regardless--they had been together for YEARS. It was only natural that they'd get married. Of course, they'd met before puberty. People CHANGED. She wondered if they had both changed to the point of INCOMPATIBILITY. Hector wouldn't understand if she brought her CONCERNS to him anyway.
It was easier to just focus on the POSITIVES. (What few there were.)
Her parents seemed so PROUD of her and Mr. and Mrs. Cervantes were THRILLED to have Cindy join their family. They had all done so much to be so WELCOMING. Maybe she was overthinking everything. Maybe...Maybe they could FIX things before they became irreparable.
Maybe things would be OKAY, if not perfect. She could learn to TOLERATE the decay.
#;drabble#;she's a long way from suburban towns {koth | verse}#((this aggressively hurt me to write))#((yes i did listen to you're losing me on repeat to write this but it's so good))#((anyway *will smith hands*))
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Got a new Wesified oc for you guys! This is Audrey, she’s on the swim team and enjoys rock climbing, hiking, camping, and surfing during summer vacations. As for where she’s from I really liked the design of these two background characters in the Stage Fright book and since it’s in grayscale I made up my own color scheme for her! And let’s be real, red-heads rule! I even gave her some cute little freckles to make up for taking away the ponytail like I did for my au version of Sam.
You can’t really see the rest of her outfit except from a distance in the page just before the one I used for the main reference so I went with shorts instead of a skirt/dress.
Full Outfit (its so boring lolz):
I figure the girl next to her is wearing one though, might draw her later and I already have the name Sasha picked out! They’re best friends that pretty much group up together who love watching movies together and having sleepovers out in their backyards or pool parties.
Original (girl on the far left):
#danny phantom#danny phantom oc#wesify#wesified#wesifying#wes weston#oc#original character#character concept#character analysis#audrey#stage fright#danny phantom stage fright#stage fright book#macbeth#thesoulspulse#thesoul'spulse#the souls pulse#the soul's pulse
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Don't Worry, Darling: One
After marrying the love of your life, Rafe Cameron, you thought you couldn't be happier. But when a murder shakes the island, you learn you don't know your husband as well as you thought. When does Paradise become Hell?
Warnings: 18+, eventual NON-CON, dark!Rafe, implied violence, blood, drug use, mentions of pregnancy, kook!reader, non-canon ages
This is on the short side, and more of an introduction to my new series. Next chapter will have more action, enjoy!
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“How did you manage to not get knocked up?” Caroline asks through an amused smile. “I thought that would be the first thing Rafe would do on your honeymoon. Especially in a place like The Bahamas,” she adds.
Laughter follows from everyone including you.
“Maybe he did. She just doesn’t know it yet,” Audrey chimes in.
The same level of laughter erupts, but your smile falters a little.
“Rafe and I are waiting,” you explain.
“Why? You two seem so happy. And look at this place,” Caroline motions to the backyard of the house you share with Rafe, complete with a blue, sparkling pool and freshly mowed grass. “You’ve got it made.”
You shake your head, a smile still on your face. “I just got a new client, and I’m doing really well right now. There’s no need for us to rush.”
“Don’t you just work from home? You can have a baby and be a book editor,” Cassie points out, taking a sip of her Mai Tai.
“When you all have babies, then you can criticize me. But until then, I don’t want to hear it.” You try to keep your tone lighthearted. But there’s an edge to your voice, their words starting to bother you.
“We’re just playing around.” Caroline looks around, earning nods from your other friends. She smiles at you and sighs, “I’m excited for you. I mean, who knew someone could tame Rafe Cameron?”
“He’s come a long way. I think,” you pause thinking about the man you’ve married. “He really is the perfect husband.” Your eyes twinkle, a content smile tracing your lips.
“You know, I was a little worried when I heard you were getting married,” Kelce begins, picking up the glass he was pouring brown liquid into. “I thought there goes the Rafe Cameron I’ve always known, always doing whatever the fuck he wants, now having to answer to his wife.”
He walks over to Rafe, slapping him on the shoulder. “But I see I was wrong,” Kelce laughs.
“Nothing’s changing here,” Rafe says before bending down to snort the white lines off his desk through a rolled up hundred-dollar bill.
“So, Y/N’s okay with all this?” Topper asks, watching Rafe wipe the residue off his nose.
“I wouldn’t say that.” He breaks out into a grin. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
Topper just nods, his lips tight together.
Rafe’s face falls at the look Topper gives him. “It’s only for special occasions. Alright, Top? You don’t have to get all…”
“Hey, I didn’t say anything,” he interrupts. “This is just new to me.”
“What is?”
“You and responsibility.”
Rafe scoffs, looking away from him.
Before anything else is said, Kelce intervenes, “I was talking to Chase yesterday. Said he thinks he’s getting that promotion.”
“He always thinks that,” Rafe mutters.
“Well… He said he knows for sure this time. I guess Ward must have told him.”
At that, Rafe turns to look at Kelce, furrowing his brow.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
Kelce shrugs, “that’s what he said.”
He moves his glare to the floor, lips parting. “Huh.” A million different emotions pass through his eyes as he thinks for a moment. “So, Chase is getting promoted before I do?”
There’s a heaviness in his voice, like he’s finally admitting it to himself. Any fun carelessness in the room has disappeared, leaving a thick tension that’s anything but.
Kelce opens his mouth, but closes it right away, not knowing what to say.
“I’m sure your promotion is coming, Rafe. I mean, your dad owns the company,” Topper assures.
The smile on his face is wiped away when Rafe points his glare to him.
“Yeah. And your grandfather helped you get that job at that law firm,” Rafe fires back.
“I didn’t mean it like that. If you’re so upset, just talk to Ward.”
Rafe chuckles, a lack of humor evident. He taps his finger against the wood of his desk.
“No, you’re right. I’ll just talk to him.”
The hot, sticky air wraps around you as you fix the hat on your head, helping to block out the sun. You finish setting the soil around your freshly planted roses, the diamond on your ring glistening in the bright sunshine. You wish you could’ve finished gardening before the housewarming party last night, but better late than never.
A car door slamming behind you, startles you, forcing you to look at the street. You quickly stand up at the somewhat familiar face, brushing the dirt off your dress.
He doesn’t notice you until he’s gotten his equipment from his truck. You give him a slight wave, and you don’t miss the surprise that washes over his face.
“Oh. Didn’t realize this was your house.”
As much as JJ tries to hide it, his apprehension is apparent.
“We just moved in.” Your tone is so much brighter than his.
“Right.” He nervously looks around, like he’s searching for someone. He sighs, “I guess I should’ve read the names on my client list a little more carefully, Mrs. Cameron.”
Your lips part in realization. “Oh, Rafe’s not here. If that’s what you’re worried about.”
His silence confirms your suspicions.
“And he’s pretty much over all that stupid Kook vs. Pogue stuff.”
“Is he?” Doubt laces his voice.
You never understood why Rafe was so set on terrorizing his sister and her friends. But thankfully, he’s grown out of it.
“I think he can handle you being here once a week,” you assure.
“I don’t know about that.” JJ scratches the back of his head.
“He doesn’t even have to know.” That catches JJ’s attention, his gaze settled on you. “You’ll only be here while he’s at work. All he knows is he’s paying the pool company. I’d hate to see you lose out on a job because of Rafe,” you finish with a reassuring smile.
Maybe this is your way of righting all of Rafe’s wrongs.
He sighs, a smile finally forming on his lips.
“Fine. But only cause you’re so convincing.”
You stare at the food you dedicated your evening to, getting cold on their plates. Your lips are outlined in a pout, thinking about how Rafe is never home this late.
Your mind has already conjured up every worst-case scenario. But the most realistic scenario, is the one that hurts your heart the most. You worry that Rafe simply got distracted, and he forgot to tell you he’ll be home late.
You don’t want to be forgotten.
You try not to think about it. He really has changed so much, turned into the man you’ve always known he could be.
That’s why you married him.
So, you don’t want to think about how it could have all been for nothing.
Before you can go farther down your pit of despair, a ding from your phone pulls you back.
You breathe a sigh of relief at his text. He just needs to stay late and work. You know he’s been wanting that promotion, which goes further than wanting more money.
You text him back, making sure to put his dinner in the fridge.
The only sound that echoes through the dark house are Rafe’s footsteps. His movements are slow as he goes up the stairs, hoping to God that you’re sound asleep.
But once he gets past you in bed, sleeping peacefully, he locks himself in the bathroom. He stands there for a minute, unsure of what to do. Adrenaline still rushes through his veins, his breathing erratic.
His blue eyes find the mirror in front of him, taking in his disheveled state. The evidence of what he’s done is still on him and it hits him like a slap in the face.
After that, he’s frantic, peeling off his clothes as fast as he can.
Rafe steps into the shower, lathering soap over his skin, washing his hair, and scrubbing under his nails. The red tinted water goes down the drain.
Once he gets out, a towel around his hips, he picks up his clothes from the floor, inspecting them for any evidence.
His eyes widen at the stains, heading downstairs to throw them in the washer. He doesn’t worry about his shoes, only finding mud on them.
The clock reads 3:47 when he finally gets in bed next to you. You don’t stir as he settles in. Serenity paints your features as his are creased with uncertainty. But that slowly vanishes the longer he looks at your face. He softly presses his lips to your head before shutting his eyes.
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I’m pissing myself that Lorax script is like a more hellish color of the sky post
Hello, everybody. Thanks for comin’.
I am the Lorax.
I speak for the trees.
And I’d like to say a few words, if you please.
Regarding the story that you’re about to see it actually happened.
Just take it from me.
But there’s more to this story than what’s on the page,
so please pay attention while I set the stage.
We open in Thneedville, a city they say
that was plastic and fake, and they liked it that way!
A town without nature, not one living tree.
So, what happened to them?
Cue the music! Let’s see.
Buzz. Buzz.
♪ In Thneedville, ♪
♪ it’s a brand new dawn ♪
♪ With brand new cars ♪
♪ and houses and lawns ♪
♪ Here in ♪
♪ Got-all-that-we-need-ville ♪
♪ In Thneedville, ♪
♪ we manufacture our trees ♪
♪ Each one is made in factories ♪
♪ And uses 96 batteries ♪
♪ In Thneedville, ♪
♪ the air’s not so clean ♪
♪ So we buy it fresh ♪
♪ It comes out this machine! ♪
♪ In Satisfaction’s-♪
♪ guaranteed-ville ♪
♪ In Thneedville, ♪
♪ we don’t want to know ♪
♪ Where the smog and trash ♪
♪ and chemicals go ♪
♪ I just went swimming, ♪
♪ and now I glow ♪
♪ In Thneedville, ♪
♪ we have fun year round ♪
♪ We surf and snowboard ♪
♪ right in town ♪
♪ We thank the Lord ♪
♪ for all we’ve got ♪
♪ Including this ♪
♪ brand new parking lot! ♪
♪ Parking lot! ♪
♪ Oh, look, it’s Aloysius O’Hare ♪
♪ Aloysius O’Hare ♪
♪ The man who found ♪
♪ a way to sell air ♪
♪ And became a zillionaire ♪
♪ Hip-hip-hooray! ♪
♪ In Thneedville, ♪
♪ we love living this way ♪
♪ It’s like living in paradise ♪
♪ It’s perfect! ♪
♪ And that’s how it will stay ♪
♪ Oh, yeah! ♪
♪ Here in ♪
♪ Love-the-life-we-lead-ville ♪
♪ Destined-to-succeed-ville ♪
♪ We-are-all-agreed-ville ♪
♪ We love it here in… ♪
♪ Thneedville! ♪
Yes!
Oh, hi, Ted.
Oh, hey, Audrey. Hi.
Did your ball land in my backyard again?
What? No. A model airplane, this time.
Hey, do you want to see something cool? Come on.
Whoa!
Did you… Did you paint this?
Do you like it?
What? Are you kidding? This is amazing! What are those?
Those are trees. Real ones. They used to grow all around here. And people said that the touch of their tufts was softer than anything, even silk. And they smelled like butterfly milk!
Wow! What does that even mean?
I know, right?
Oh, yeah.
What I want more than anything in the whole world is to see a real living tree growing in my backyard.
So if, say… I’m just thinking out loud here. If a guy somehow got you one…
I’d probably marry him on the spot. I bet that sounds crazy. Does that sound crazy?
No! Not crazy. Not crazy at all.
* * *
Ted, honey, don’t play with your food. You, either, Mom.
So, Mom, do you happen to know if there’s any place where I could get a real tree?
Ted, we already have a tree. It’s the latest model.
Yeah, but I mean a real one that grows out of the ground or whatever. You know, a real tree.
Really?
You would rather have some dirty, messy lump of wood that just sticks out of the ground? And it does what? I don’t even know what it does. What’s its purpose? Look at what we’ve got. It’s the Oak-amatic. The only tree with its own remote. Summer, autumn, winter, and disco!
Mom? Come on, Ted. Get into it.
Dance with the tree.
Oh, it hurts, Mom. Please stop.
So, anyway… Let’s just say I need a tree. Where would I go? What do I do?
Then you know what? You need to find the Once-ler.
The What?
Mom, it’s not really the time for one of your magical fables, okay?
That’s right, I forgot. I’m old and can’t even remember to put my teeth in.
Stand down. That’s not what I meant.
No, really, I forgot my teeth. Would you be a dear and go get them for me?
Sure, Mom.
Okay, here’s the deal. The Once-ler is the man who knows what happened to the trees. You want one, you need to find him.
The Once-ler? Mmm-hmm. Okay. Grammy, is this a real thing that we’re talking about now?
Oh, he’s real all right.
Well, where can I find him?
Far outside of town where the grass never grows and the wind smells slow and sour when it blows. And no birds ever sing, excepting old crows.
Quit doing that.
That’s the place where the Once-ler lives.
Wait, outside of town?
People used to say if you brought him 15 cents, a nail and the shell of a great, great, great grandfather snail, he would tell you everything.
* * *
Hmm.
Mr. O’Hare, what we’ve got for you is something that is going to take O’Hare Air to the next level.
Now, Mr. O’Hare, I know what you’re thinking. One, “I’ve gotten rich selling people air that’s” “fresher than the stinky stuff outside.” Two, and here is the important one, “How can I possibly make even more money?” We can tell you, sir! We can tell you.
Check out this commercial, huh?
Well, here goes another lame Saturday.
Dude, I don’t think so! Huh!
Hey!
Man!
Oh, yeah!
What!
Yeah!
O’Hare purified air. Freshness to go. Please breathe responsibly.
Ah?
Oh, my goodness. Yeah! Love it.
You got to be kidding me. You really think people are stupid enough to buy this?
Our research shows that if you put something in a plastic bottle, people will buy it.
Exactly. And…
And what’s more, when we build a new factory to make the plastic bottles, the air quality is just going to get worse.
Which will make people want our air even more, and drive sales where?
Through the roof!
So, in other words, the more smog in the sky, the more people will buy.
See, that’s why he’s the genius!
It even rhymes!
I’m aware it rhymes.
Coats. Big.
What do you two knuckleheads want? I’m in the middle of a meeting!
What?
Why is he leaving town? No one ever leaves town! See what he’s up to.
* * *
Whoa!
Huh?
Whoa! Whoa.
Oh, man.
Whoa!
All right.
Okay.
What the…
Whoa!
Who are you? Who are you and what are you doing here?
I’m Ted. I’m Ted. I can’t breathe. Are you the Once-ler? Oh, man.
Didn’t you read the signs? No one is supposed to come here. Get out of here and leave me alone! And don’t let the boot hit you on the way out.
The boot?
Hello!
Ow!
Listen! People say that if someone brings you this stuff that you will tell them about trees. No, no, no!
Trees?
Yeah, real ones. You know, that grow out of the ground? Hello?
Sorry, it’s just… Well, I didn’t think anyone still cared about trees.
Well, that’s me. The guy who still cares. I’m here. Hey! What?
Do you want to know about trees? About what happened to them? Why they’re all gone? It’s because of me.
Wait, what?
It’s because of me! And my invention, the Thneed. It was an amazing product that could do the job of a thousand.
All right. Sounds ridiculous, but I mean, that’s cool.
You’re darn right it was cool! It all started a long time ago.
Can we start not so long ago, maybe?
Do you want a tree?
Yes, yes.
Then it all started a long, long time ago. I was a young man leaving home…
Well, here I go, Mom. Off to change the world with my Thneed. I’m actually doing it!
Yes, but just remember, Oncie, if somehow your invention ends up a failure instead of a success, oh, it wouldn’t surprise me at all!
Nice wheels. Burn! Ow!
Yeah, “Burn!” But you will see, okay? I’m going to prove you all wrong. Come on, Melvin!
So, there I was at the very bottom. With nothing but a wagon, a mule, and a completely irrational sense of optimism.
I was searching the globe, obsessed with finding the perfect material for my Thneed. But I’d had absolutely no success. Until one day, I found paradise…
Oh! We’re going to be there soon, I’m sure. Whoa!
This is the most beautiful place, okay, I have ever seen.
Oh.
Ta-da!
Whoa!
Yeah.
♪ This is it ♪
♪ This is the place ♪
♪ These Truffula trees ♪
♪ are just what I need ♪
♪ Gonna chop one down ♪
♪ and make my Thneed ♪
♪ But first… ♪
♪ Na! Na! Nanana Na! ♪
♪ Na Na Nana Nanana Na Na… ♪
♪ Now you! ♪
♪ That’s great! ♪
♪ So now our ♪
♪ friendship can begin ♪
♪ Hand in hand, ♪
♪ and wing and fin ♪
♪ There’s nothing ♪
♪ you and I can’t do ♪
♪ So let’s all make ♪
♪ my dreams come true ♪
Hey, guys! Come on, where is my back-up chorus?
What?
Ah-ha! Oh.
Ooh!
Hey, hey, wait. Wait a minute.
Excuse me?
Yeah, that’s awesome. Feeding junk food to forest animals? That’s great. But, uh, is there a musical number where you show me how to get a tree? Because I would love to hear that one.
Oh, yes. Right after the musical number about the kid who kept interrupting the story, and was never heard from again.
Right, got it. Proceed.
All right, here we go. About to make a Thneed, about to change the world.
Check it out, guys… Where did everybody go?
Little did I know that by chopping down that tree I had just summoned a mystical creature as old as time itself. The legendary, slightly annoying guardian of the forest. The Lorax.
Hey!
Whoo!
Did you chop down this tree?
Uh… No.
Who did it?
What’s that? I think he did it.
Leave! Vacate the premises! Take your ax and get out!
And who are you?
I’m the Lorax! Guardian of the forest. I speak for the trees. So you’re telling me, you just didn’t see me magically appear out of that stump? With all the lightning and thunder and stuff. You didn’t see any of that?
No, but that sounds amazing. Can I see some of that?
Uh, yeah, I could show you. But that’s not how it works.
Okay. Um… Didn’t really happen. Oh, I know what you want! I’ve got one of these for the cutest little guy I ever saw! Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy…
How dare you! Give me that! Mmm. I’m going to eat this, but I am highly offended by it.
What are you… Hey, Mustache! Will you stop that? What’s your deal, man?
Pull them right out Time for you to go, Beanpole!
Just going to put them right back in.
We can do this all day.
Stop right there! Stop it! So you would hammer one of nature’s innocent creatures?
What? No! I would never hit this little guy. You, on the other hand, I would gladly pound you and your mustache into the ground!
Behold! The intruder and his violent ways. Shame on you. For shame!
All right, you know what? That’s it! You listen to me, you furry meatloaf. I’m going to chop down as many trees as I need. Okay? Newsflash! Not going anywhere! End of story.
Then you leave me no choice. If you’re not gone by the time the sun sets on this valley, all the forces of nature will be unleashed upon you and curse you until the end of your days! You have been warned. Thanks.
Yeah, okay.
You have been warned.
But I didn’t listen to his warning. And you won’t believe what happened that night.
What?
If you want to hear more, come back tomorrow.
Hey, wait, wait! Tomorrow?
Whoa!
Whoa-ho-ho.
Are you serious right now?
Ah! You live in the middle of nowhere!
It stinks out here. Don’t make me come back!
I guess you don’t really want to hear the rest of the story.
No, no.
I do. I really do. I want to hear the story. I just…
Nah! You don’t have what it takes. Goodbye.
Wait, wait! I have what it takes. It’s all right. It’s okay, I’ll come back. It’s no problem. See, here I am, leaving. Walking away now. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Mmm. Maybe. Just maybe.
* * *
What did you wish for, Audrey?
Well, I would love to tell you, but, sadly, according to the universal wish laws, I cannot I know what she wished for.
Was it, perhaps… This?
Ted, you didn’t.
Oh, no. I totally did. Happy birthday, Audrey.
Kiss him! Kiss him!
Ted. Ted. Tedster.
Huh!
You’re kissing the cereal again, hon. What?
I just… I like this cereal.
What one is this? Yeah!
Okay.
Well, I’ll make sure to buy extra next time for you.
All right, cool. Hey, I got to run. I got to go do a thing. So, I’ll see you guys.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You’re not going anywhere, young man. It’s Sunday. You know what that means? Family time, and we’re all playing board games!
But…
Hmm. Mmm?
Oh, man.
Mom, seriously, every turn?
Hey, back off! Ooh! No.
Okay! Family time is over. It is now personal time. I’ll be in my room.
Okay, dear. Have fun.
I knew I could break her. Go.
Huh?
Go see him!
Oh, yeah! You rule! Thank you, Grammy.
* * *
Whoa!
Hey! Ted, right?
Um, Mr. O’Hare?
So, I hear you have become interested in trees. What’s that all about?
Oh. Um… Where did you hear that?
Oh. Teddy, there’s not much that goes on in Thneedville that I don’t know about. Here’s the deal, I make a living selling fresh air to people. Trees? They make it for free. So, when I hear people talking about them, I consider it kind of a threat to my business.
I don’t even know what you’re talking about.
You listen to me, boy. Don’t go poking around in things you don’t understand or I’ll be your worst nightmare. I’m Frankenstein’s head on a spider’s body!
Yeah, um… Okay, my mom is expecting me. So, I’m just going to…
Of course, of course. Now, go back to your family game time. Grandma just finished her turn.
How did you know?
Please. I have eyes everywhere.
Huh!
You got a beautiful town here, Ted. Lots of fun stuff to occupy your short attention span. Why, I can’t think of any reason you would ever want to go outside of town again.
Even.
Okay! Good talk. Really good talk.
Oh, no. Look out! Hey, man? You know, you need to change that door bell.
Oh, you missed me.
What?
You’re already back. Clearly, you missed me a little. Right?
No, I didn’t. I’m just here to hear the end of the story.
Why are you so interested in trees anyway? Why aren’t you like other kids, break dancing and wearing bell-bottoms, and playing the Donkey Kongs?
Yeah, right, right. I don’t know.
Uh, I just thought it would be kind of cool to have one, you know?
Huh? It’s a girl, isn’t it?
What? No!
Really? Because when a guy does something stupid once, well, that’s because he’s a guy. But if he does the same stupid thing twice, it’s usually to impress some girl.
Hey, she is not some girl! She’s a woman, in high school. And she loves trees. And I’m going to get her one.
Aw! How nice to see someone so undeterred by things like reality.
Thank you.
All right, but where did we leave off?
* * *
Now that’s a Thneed. Nothing unmanly about knitting. No, sir. Look at that…
Oh! Who taught you guys how to steal a bed?
Shh!
Okay, nice and easy.
Nice work, you guys. Couldn’t have done it without you.
You got to be kidding me. Can he swim? Of course he can’t swim! Hang on, Pipsqueak! I’m coming to get you!
Hey, you fishies! Stop that bed!
Whoo! Whoo!
Jump, jump! Come on, get up there. Come on. Go, go! A little bit more! A little bit more!
Now what?
Mmm-mmm.
Get up there. Okay, Pipsqueak, give me your hand. Come on, reach out for the Lorax. Where did you go?
Bar-ba-loots.
Oh, that’s bad.
Hey, Beanpole, wake up!
What’s happening? Where am I?
Hey! We got trouble, and it’s coming up fast!
Whoo! We’re in a river!
Whew!
Oh, no.
Just do something!
Help is on the way!
No, no!
Just a minute!
Oh, no! Wake up! Wake up! Yuck!
Clear!
Ah! I was heading into the light, and you pulled me right back and here I am! You saved my life!
Yeah, I know. Well, no, it’s not that big a deal.
It is a big deal! Look, I almost went over that waterfall! Wait… On my bed. How did my bed get in the river?
Uh… About that… Actually… I put your bed in the water. I didn’t mean you any harm. I just wanted to calmly float you away. Look, everyone here needs the trees and you’re chopping them down! So, we’ve got a big problem.
All right, look. I hereby swear that I will never chop down another tree. I promise.
Thank you. But I’m going to keep my eye on you.
Good. Now, I’ve got a big day tomorrow so I’m going to get some sleep. Right after I find my bed.
* * *
Ow!
Okay, what are you… Question, what are they doing here? And follow up, if I may, what are you doing here?
Well, after the incident last night, we found one of your socks and came here to return it.
But when we got here, you were asleep.
What?
Ew!
Exactly. And sleeping is the body’s way of telling other people to go away.
I know, but you looked so cozy. And it was cold outside, and we just fell asleep. No harm done.
“No harm done”? “No harm done”? Okay.
Okay, I put my lips on those. Well, I used to, anyway.
Ew. Did you just… In my bowl!
Why do you have one of these? You don’t even have a mustache.
Okay, that’s it!
What? I thought we made a deal last night.
Yes, we did. And I said I wouldn’t chop down any more trees.
And I said I was going to keep an eye on you.
I’m starving. What’s for breakfast? Breakfast is overrated.
You know what? I got work to do. Yeah. I got to go into town and sell my Thneed.
You chopped down one of my trees to make that piece of garbage? Look at that…
“Garbage”? Oh, no. Oh, no! You do not get it. This is a revolutionary product that will change the world as we know it. It has a million uses! Look at this. It’s a swimsuit! Mud tracked all over your floor by uninvited guests? Well, the Thneed sure comes in handy for that! But wait, there’s more! Thanks to its all-natural microfibers, the Thneed is super-absorbent! It also works as a hat. Of course, you probably want to wring it out first.
Go ahead, knock yourself out. But nobody is going to buy that thing.
Good to know. Well, fortunately, you are not the target market, weirdo.
You’re bringing a guitar?
Oh, yeah. I got a little jingle. I’m gonna blow some minds, gonna sell some Thneeds! Yeah.
♪ Everybody needs a Thneed ♪
♪ A fine thing that all people… ♪
Sit down, go on.
Unfortunately, I didn’t sell it the first day.
♪ The Thneed is good ♪
♪ The Thneed is great… ♪
Hey!
Or the second day.
Hey!
Or the third, or fourth, or fifth day.
Okay, that one hit the tender spot.
Until finally…
That’s it! You know what?
I’m done with this thing.
Aw.
My family was right. I quit!
Hey. Cool hat.
Oh, my gosh! I totally want one.
That thing makes me like you more.
Hey! Where’s your Thneed, did you sell it?
Hey. No, no. Didn’t sell it. Turns out, it’s ahead of its time, I guess.
Hey, you gave it your best shot. Right? What more can you do? Come on, take a seat, we’ll deal you in.
What are we playing?
I’m playing poker. He’s playing Go Fish. And I think he’s hungry.
Ohhh.
♪ Pancake, the pancake ♪
Up!
Who is up for ninths?
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Whoa! All right, pass them over.
Yeah, see? What’s going on?
Oh, no. That’s a lot of people.
♪ Everybody needs a Thneed ♪
♪ A fine thing ♪
♪ that all people need ♪
♪ The Thneed is good ♪
♪ The Thneed is great ♪
♪ Let’s hope we’re not too late ♪
♪ It’s a super trendy hat ♪
♪ It’s a tightrope for an acrobat ♪
♪ A net for catching butterflies ♪
♪ A thing we use for exercise ♪
♪ Everybody needs a Thneed ♪
♪ A fine thing ♪
♪ that all people need ♪
♪ Everybody needs a Thneed ♪
Oh, yeah! We’re in business, baby!
♪ We need a Thneed ♪
Mom? Hey, it’s me! I told you I was going to be a success! You need to bring the whole family here right now. We’re going to be rich! What? I’m going to need all the help I can get. Don’t worry.
* * *
So, has he told you how to get a tree yet?
Actually, no. But I think he’s going to get to that part really soon.
Here we are.
What? I’ll just be a minute.
Oh, wow. Hey, Audrey!
Oh, hi, Ted! What’s up?
You know me, just cruising. Putting out the vibe. Just me and my thoughts.
Oh, is this the girl you’re always talking about?
Grandma! Stop making things up.
She’s even prettier than…
Okay, got to run! Bye.
Okay, Grammy, let’s get you home!
Yeah!
Whoa! I’m so sorry. So sorry. Did not wanna see that.
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa-ho-ho!
Hey!
Hey, I’m back.
What have you got there? Yes!
Whoa!
Thank you, Ted. Now, picture this. Sun shining, a blue sky, a perfect day. It was all downhill from there.
Whoa!
What a dump.
Hey, Aunt Grizelda!
Hey, Chet, check this out! Go long!
No, Brett, that’s actually not a… Okay.
Go long! Go long!
I got it! I got it!
Got it!
He totally ran into that tree!
Ow!
Oncie, is that you?
Mom!
There he is! There’s my big, suddenly successful son! We always knew you would make it, Oncie. Right?
Hey! I love this guy!
But you always said I wouldn’t amount to anything, remember? Hush your mouth. I was just trying to motivate you!
I am really glad that you clarified that because it actually hurt my feelings for a really long time. Anyway, you’re all here, you all work for me, and that’s cool. So, let’s get to work.
Brett, Chet, set up the RV! Would you stop throwing that bear?
Time out. Back up. Stop. Don’t move an inch. Nobody’s moving in here. You got to go. Goodbye.
So, who invited the giant, furry peanut?
You calling me a peanut, huh? I’ll go right up your nose!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You wouldn’t hit a woman.
That’s a woman?
Okay. Everyone, cool it. Let’s not get off on the wrong foot here. Um, family, this is my friend…
Acquaintance.
Yeah, acquaintance. Very good acquaintance, the Lorax. He speaks for the trees.
That’s right. And on behalf of the trees, get out!
Will you just be nice! This is my family. And I’m going to need their help if my company is going to get bigger. Okay?
Bigger?
Yeah, this isn’t some rinky-dink operation anymore. I got plans. Big plans! A vision of a world filled with Thneeds. It’s going to be huge!
Which way does a tree fall?
Uh, down?
A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.
* * *
I mean, look at this. It’s amazing. I am so proud of me.
Oncie, we’ve got us a little problem.
Problem?
Mmm-hmm. See, we’re not making Thneeds fast enough.
Harvesting the tufts takes too long!
Well, what else can we do?
Well, and this just came to me, we could always start chopping down the trees.
What?
Now you’re thinking. That would speed things up!
But…
No “but” s, Oncie. You’re running a business now. You have to do what’s best for the company, and your momma.
Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt to chop down a few trees.
You’ve made me so proud, Oncie. Come here!
Hey! I love this guy!
No! No, no, no! Stop it! Please, stop.
Take that, you stupid tree!
Where do you think you’re going?
Excuse me, sir. I need to talk with your boss.
Oh, I’m sorry, but Mr. Once-ler’s not seeing anyone right now.
Yeah, well, he’ll see me. So… Hey, keep your paws off me!
Give me a reason, Shorty.
Hey, you broke your promise. You’re better than this. You gotta stop! This is bad!
Have a nice day!
Bad? I’m not bad, I’m the good guy here. He just doesn’t get it. Do you think I’m bad? Thank you! I mean, something good finally happens to me, and he just has to come along and rain on my parade. What’s his problem? See? Yeah, bad! Right.
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ I’m just doin’ ♪
♪ what comes naturally ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ I’m just following my destiny ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ I’m just doin’ ♪
♪ what comes naturally ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ How bad can I possibly be? ♪
♪ Well, there’s ♪
♪ a principle in nature ♪
♪ Principle in nature ♪
♪ That almost ♪
♪ every creature knows ♪
♪ Called survival of the fittest ♪
♪ Survival of the fittest ♪
♪ And check it, ♪
♪ this is how it goes ♪
♪ The animal that wins ♪
♪ gotta scratch and fight ♪
♪ And claw and bite and punch ♪
♪ And the animal that doesn’t ♪
♪ Well, the animal that doesn’t ♪
♪ Winds up someone else’s ♪
♪ La-la-la-la lunch ♪
♪ Munch, munch, munch, munch, ♪
♪ munch I’m just sayin’ ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ I’m just doin’ ♪
♪ what comes naturally ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ I’m just following my destiny ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ I’m just doin’ ♪
♪ what comes naturally ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ How bad can I possibly be? ♪
♪ There’s a principle in business ♪
♪ Principle in business ♪
♪ That everybody knows is sound ♪
♪ It says the people with the ♪
♪ money People with the money ♪
♪ Make this ♪
♪ ever-loving world go round ♪
♪ So I’m biggering my company ♪
♪ I’m biggering my factory ♪
♪ I’m biggering my corporate sign ♪
♪ Bigger, bigger! ♪
♪ Everybody out there ♪
♪ You take care of yours ♪
♪ I’ll take care of ♪
♪ mine-mine-mine-mine-mine ♪
♪ Shake that bottom line ♪
♪ Let me hear you ♪
♪ say Smogulous Smoke! ♪
♪ Smogulous Smoke! ♪
♪ Schloppity-Schlopp! ♪
♪ Complain all you want It’s never, ♪
♪ ever, ever, ever gonna stop ♪
♪ Stop! ♪
♪ Come on, ♪
♪ how bad can I possibly be? ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ I’m just building the economy ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ Just look at me ♪
♪ petting this puppy ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ A portion of proceeds ♪
♪ goes to charity ♪
♪ How bad can I be? ♪
♪ How bad could I possibly be? ♪
♪ Let’s see! ♪
♪ All the customers are buying ♪
♪ And the money’s multiplying ♪
♪ And the PR people are lying ♪
♪ And the lawyers are denying ♪
♪ Who cares if ♪
♪ a few trees are dying? ♪
♪ This is all so gratifying! ♪
♪ How bad? ♪
♪ How bad can this possibly be? ♪
So, how are things?
What are you doing here?
Happy yet? You fill that hole deep down inside you? Or do you still need more?
Look, if you’ve got a problem with what I’m doing, why haven’t you used your quote-unquote powers to stop me?
I told you, that’s not how it works.
Right, I forgot. You’re a fraud. I need you to get out. Now!
Why? Do I make you uncomfortable? Remind you of the promises you made? The man you used to be?
You know what? You can just shut your mustache. My conscience is clear. I have done nothing illegal. I have my rights, and I intend to keep on biggering and biggering, and turning more Truffula trees into Thneeds. And nothing is going to stop me!
Well, that’s it. The very last one. That may stop you.
Somebody sure made a bundle on that thing. I wonder what the next million dollar invention’s going to be.
Yeah, I wonder…
Son, you have let me down. Brett, you are now my favorite child.
Hey, look, I don’t want any trouble.
And you won’t get any. Not from them. Thanks to you and your hacking, and smogging and glupping, they can’t live here anymore. So, I’m sending them off. Hopefully, they’ll be able to find a better place out there somewhere.
Melvin? Melvin… Hey, Pipsqueak… Hey…
So, this is really all your fault. You destroyed everything.
Yes. And each day since the Lorax left, I’ve sat here regretting everything I’ve done, staring at that word, “unless,” and wondering what it meant. But now I’m thinking… Well, maybe you’re the reason the Lorax left that word there.
Me? Why would he leave that for me?
Because unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
The last Truffula seed. You need to plant it, Ted.
Yeah, but, nobody cares about trees anymore.
Then make them care. Plant the seed in the middle of town, where everyone can see. Change the way things are. I know it may seem small and insignificant, but it’s not about what it is, it’s about what it can become. That’s not just a seed, any more than you’re just a boy.
I won’t let you down.
I know.
* * *
Hey, Audrey! Audrey!
Ted?
What are you doing?
Meet me at my house.
Wait, but…
My house, okay?
Got to plant the seed. Okay, we’re going to need water. And uh, something to dig with.
Um, what do I have… Ted?
Mom, I’m busy, Mom.
Theodore Wiggins, get down here right now, and I am not kidding with you!
Ted, I would like you to meet Mr. O’Hare, the most powerful man in town.
There he is! Hello, Ted.
Uh…
Hi. Isn’t he clever, Mr. O’Hare? He knows his own name and everything.
You know what I would love right now, Mrs. Wiggins? A delicious cookie. Wonderful. Teddy and I’ll stay here and talk.
Sure, why don’t you go ahead and adopt him? I’m just kidding. That was a joke. I was just joking. I’ll get your cookie.
I know you have it, Ted. So, let’s put an end to this nonsense, shall we? Hand it over.
I’m sorry… I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Really? Well, then… I guess you wouldn’t mind us checking your room.
No, no, no!
Morty! McGurk! Find the seed!
No, you can’t go up there! Guys, this is ridiculous. Stop! Hey! No, you can’t come in my room!
Find it! Find it!
What is going on here?
This doesn’t involve you! Get back downstairs!
Excuse me, down there! I don’t care who you are, you little crazy baby-man! Get out of my house now. This is outrageous.
Fine. Sorry. Must have been a misunderstanding. We’ll be leaving now. And my apologies, Ted. You be safe.
Mind telling me what’s going on here?
The seed! Where is it?
Seed?
Where’s Grammy?
It’s alive! I remember you.
Ted, what…
Audrey!
Hey, did you want to… Well, okay!
Ted, what is this about?
It’s about this.
Wait, wait, wait.
Is that… Yes. The last Truffula seed. And you’re going to help me plant it right in the middle of town where everyone can see it.
I could just kiss you right now!
We don’t have time for that.
I don’t know, we have a little time. But, you know what, let’s just go. Let’s go. Forget about it.
Maniac! Hey!
Ah! Here it comes! I’m going for it.
Oh, hello!
Ted, big scary blimp coming.
Whoa!
You won’t get away with this, boy!
Bam!
Go faster, you idiot!
Yeah!
Step on it, Ted!
Whoa!
You’re fired!
Whoa! Ted, look out!
Nobody beats Aloysius O…
Ted…
This is not good. How’s it doing?
Whoa-ho-ho!
Loser!
Oh, really?
Oh, no. The seed!
Get that seed!
Hang on! Here we go!
Grammy!
Seriously, how cool is your grandma?
No!
Come on!
Yeah, that’s right.
There it is!
Hey! Watch the road, you meathead!
Ah!
Hey, ow, ow! Oh, come on!
What the… Get it unstuck, get it unstuck!
Bring it on, Teddy! You don’t have the guts!
Ted!
Grammy!
Whoo-hoo! Yes!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey! It’s Mr. O…
Take that, shorty!
Okay, we have to get this in the ground.
But where? There’s no dirt anywhere.
No, Grammy…
Hey, get out of there!
Ah!
Hey!
What?
See, what did I tell you? Easy. Huh?
Hey, they broke O’Hare’s head!
What do you think you’re doing, kid?
Um, I’m looking for a place to plant a tree.
A real one.
Why would we need a tree?
Exactly.
Oh, man.
Folks… The last thing you want around here is trees. They’re filthy! Spewing that sticky, nasty sap all over the place. They bring poisonous ants and stinging bees.
Hey!
Ouch. Think about the kids. And, I just thought, you know, they make leaves! You know that, right? Then these leaves, they just fall. They just fall wherever they want!
Come on! We know why you’re really against trees. Because they produce fresh air.
For free!
Oh! I am wounded! You have lied!
It is not a lie! It’s called photosynthesis.
Come on. She’s making that up! That’s a made-up word, people! Thneedville is perfect just the way it is. We don’t need trees! That boy has a seed. We need to stop him! Who’s with me? Come on!
O’Hare is right!
Seeds will ruin us all!
Stop it!
Last chance, kid. Hand it over! Where do you think you’re going?
Come on, let’s go!
Get in, get in!
Hey! Stop that maniac!
Excuse me, excuse me. Watch out!
Ted, you’re going to hit the wall!
Yeah. I know.
Wow. Did you see that? Who does this kid think he is, huh?
I am Ted Wiggins. And I speak for the trees. And the fact is, things aren’t perfect here in Thneedville. And they’re only going to get worse, unless we do something about it, unless we change our ways. And we can start by planting this!
Okay. Come on, now. Everything is fine. Right? I say we tell this kid what we think about that seed! People, come on!
You! Get out there right now and get these people on my side, or else you’re fired! Go on, tell them what you think.
♪ You don’t know me, ♪
♪ but my name’s Cy ♪
♪ I’m just ♪
♪ the O’Hare delivery guy ♪
♪ But it seems like ♪
♪ trees might be worth a try ♪
♪ So I say let it grow ♪
♪ My name is Dan ♪
♪ And my name’s Rose ♪
♪ Our son Wesley kind of glows ♪
♪ And that’s not good, ♪
♪ so we suppose ♪
♪ We should let it grow ♪
♪ Let it grow, let it grow ♪
♪ You can’t reap ♪
♪ what you don’t sow ♪
♪ Plant a seed inside the Earth ♪
♪ Just one way to know its worth ♪
♪ Let’s celebrate ♪
♪ the world’s rebirth ♪
♪ We say let it grow ♪
♪ My name’s Marie, ♪
♪ and I am three! ♪
♪ I would really ♪
♪ like to see a tree ♪
♪ I say let it grow ♪
♪ I’m Grammy Norma I’m old, ♪
♪ and I’ve got gray hair ♪
♪ But I remember when ♪
♪ trees were everywhere ♪
♪ And no one had to pay for air ♪
♪ So I say let it grow ♪
♪ Let it grow, let it grow ♪
♪ Like it did so long ago ♪
♪ It is just one tiny seed ♪
♪ But it’s all we really need ♪
♪ It’s time to change ♪
♪ the life we lead ♪
♪ Time to let it grow ♪
♪ My name’s O’Hare, ♪
♪ I’m one of you ♪
♪ I live here in Thneedville, too ♪
♪ The things you say ♪
♪ just might be true ♪
♪ It could be time to start anew ♪
♪ And maybe change ♪
♪ my point of view ♪
Nah! I say let it die!
♪ Let it die, let it die ♪
♪ Let it shrivel up and… ♪
Come on, who’s with me?
Nobody.
♪ You greedy dirt-bag-‘ ♪
♪ Let it grow, let it grow ♪
♪ Let the love inside you show ♪
♪ Plant a seed inside the Earth ♪
♪ Just one way to know its worth ♪
♪ Let’s celebrate ♪
♪ the world’s rebirth ♪
♪ We say let it grow ♪
♪ Let it grow, let it grow ♪
♪ You can’t reap ♪
♪ what you don’t sow ♪
♪ It’s just one tiny seed ♪
♪ But it’s all we really need ♪
♪ It’s time to ♪
♪ banish all your greed ♪
♪ Imagine Thneedville ♪
♪ flowered and treed ♪
♪ Let this be our solemn creed ♪
Thank you, Ted.
♪ We say let it grow ♪
♪ In Thneedville ♪
♪ We say let it grow ♪
♪ It’s a brand new dawn ♪
♪ We say let it grow ♪
♪ In Thneedville ♪
♪ We say let it grow ♪
♪ It’s a brand new dawn ♪
You done good, Beanpole. You done good.
By the way, nice mustache.
UNLESS someone like you
cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It’s not.
—Dr. Seuss
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Horror House update- Audrey II lives in the backyard and Carrie is the only one they willingly won't eat XD They are the scurge of Patrick's life, he just wants a perfect garden, but this monstrosity won't die-
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Dylan and Audrey Shears' house (backyard) in Oasis Springs.
Note: This is a renovation of a build download from the gallery. I am not a builder.
#Dylan shear#audrey shear#sims 4#ts4#ts4 build#ts3 2 ts4#screenshots#ts4 interior#show us your builds
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