#back is fucking killing me that should be reason enough BYE
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬
• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.
• Summary: just a compilation of Charles’ ig posts showing how much he’s obsessed and in love with you and his baby.
• Warnings: none just pure fluff.
• A/N: I know I know… I’m a sucker for dad fics I just can’t help it 😭😭 this is my first time posting a smau so please be kind with me I know it’s bad 😭 let me know what I can do to do it better and what you think ❤️ love you all xx
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charles_leclerc You have never been more beautiful than you are now mon amour. Watching you grow our baby is one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed 🖤
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user1 Charles whipped Leclerc is back in town!
charlos123 screaming, crying throwing up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
landonorris find yourself someone who loves you like Charles loves his wife (I'm 5'10 girls)
oscarpiastri Shut up no you’re not
user88 💀💀💀
yourusername Je t'aime plus que la lune et les étoiles mon amour ❤️ We’re both so lucky to have you (I love you more than the moon and the stars)
charles_leclerc Je t'aime beaucoup plus bébé❤️ (I love you so much more baby)
versclerc the way he just answers her comments 😭
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charles_leclerc For you mon amour.
For you, who looks in the mirror and doesn’t like what you see but is truly the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
For you, who every single day gives me one more reason to love you even more, something I didn’t even believe was possible. Feeling something so strong for someone that the word ‘love’ isn’t enough to describe it.
For you, who taught me the meaning of true love and what’s really important in life.
For you, who are so beautiful that it still surprise me even after so many years being together how you manage to give me butterflies in my stomach.
For you for whom just one look is enough to make my heart race and my hands sweat.
For you who are the most beautiful thing life has ever given me.
For you, who can brighten my darkest day, who can make me the happiest that I’ve ever been.
For you, who gave me the most beautiful gift I could have ever asked for.
We can’t wait to hold you mon petit, please hurry up 🙏🏻❤️
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user24 GOOD FUCKING BYE
user98 Dragging my teeth on the concrete
mstleclerc CHARLESJSJSIDJSOSKSNSJ OMFGGGGGG 😭😭😭
carlossainz55 you’re making me want one of those little shits
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landonorris I almost shed a tear not gonna lie
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arthur_leclerc I’m so happy for you brother I can’t wait to spoil my nephew ❤️
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charles_leclerc By the way my wife just bursted out crying seeing this post and I was about to make a video but she literally threatened to kill me if I did ❤️ God I love her 😍
f1fun_12 This is such a Y/n thing to do 😭
sainzzzzzzzzzzzz As she should!
yourusername I can’t put into words how much I’m grateful for you and for everything you do for our little family. Our son is so lucky to have you as a father and I couldn’t have chosen a better husband. I’d be so lost without you baby, I love you more than my life ❤️ ps: stop making me cry for fucks sake I don’t have any more tears in my body thanks
charles_leclerc Can you please unlock the bedroom darling?
yourusername Nope, that’s what you get for trying to filming me
yourusername UNLESS……. You bring me a ketchup sandwich
charles_leclerc it’s already on the way my queen 👸🏻 your wish is my command
user7612 A KETCHUP SANDWICH??? What???
yourusername @user7612 it’s not my fault okay?
monof1 the fact Charles is so used to her cravings that he’s not even questioning them anymore 😭
charles_leclerc @monof1 fun fact: never NEVER argue with a pregnant woman especially if that pregnant woman is Y/n
monof1 @/charles_leclerc OMG CHARLES HI I LOVE YOU
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What did I do to deserve you?
landonorris answered your story:
You’re so whipped mate
charles_leclerc can you blame me? Have you seen my wife and THAT baby bump?
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Yeah ok we get you’re in love and bla bla bla
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charles_leclerc There are only a few days left until our baby arrives and I’m scared and impatient at the same time. My wife is sleeping next to me now breathtakingly beautiful and I’ve taken some time to reflect on how these 9 months have flown by and I can’t believe it, it seems like it was just yesterday that we found out we were expecting a baby. I can no longer remember what my life was like before knowing your existence, little one.
I can't help but imagine and think about you in everything I do and every step I make, thinking about how beautiful it’ll be to see you take your first steps, to see you run around the house, dirty everything, to see you measure my helmets, to see you trying my race suits, to see you go to school, to see you grow in the beautiful and amazing person you’re going to be.
We’ll probably argue sometimes, although I’ll make sure that never happens, but whatever happens, just know that I loved you more than my life from the first moment since I saw that positive pregnancy test and I hope you’ll never forget it even if we have any argument.
Mommy and I are so eager to finally hold you in our arms, hear you cry and take your first breath in this new life. It hasn’t always been easy, I’ll be honest, and it won’t be easy but I wouldn’t change anything. I love you mon petit ange. 🖤
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user90 CHARLES 😭😭😭😭😭
maxlecsainz I swear it’s not that I don’t want a baby it’s just men are not like Charles Leclerc
y/nmommy1 who wants to take a quick bath with a toaster?
user65 I’m on my way sis
y/ncharles82772 wait for me I’m taking a nap on a highway right now
norrizzzzz528 I know it’s the bare minimum but seeing the way Charles loves his family makes my heart so happy 😭😭😭
lewishamilton I’ve never thought there would be a day where I’d be jealous of Charles Leclerc but here we are… Jokes aside I’m so happy for you mate 🖤
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user209 you’re so real Lew
landonorris when will the child see his fav uncle?
arthur_leclerc EXCUSE ME?
lorenzotl you’re so delusional
carlossainz55 Yeah. Clearly I AM already his favourite one
pierregasly you’re all so wrong @/yourusername said he’ll like me the most 💁🏻♂️
charles_leclerc @/pierregasly she literally never said that?
pierregasly @/charles_leclerc oh shut up you know it’s true
user42 what is going on in this comment section??? 💀
daddylec16 the way they can’t never leave Charles in peace even in his comment section 😭
maxverstappen1 Once I saw Charles crying his eyes out because Y/n sent him an audio with the baby’s heartbeat since he couldn’t make it for the ultrasound
user66 OH MY GOD!!!!!!! 😭😭
maxalonso1995 STOPPPPP GIVE US MORE MAX
charles_leclerc THAT’S NOT TRUE I was just having an allergic reaction to dust
maxverstappen1 @charles_leclerc oh c’mon Charlie
user66 CHARLIEHSJSJDJJS FUCK OFF
charles_leclerc @/maxverstappen1 it only happened ONCE
leclercfan12 every day Charles comes on this app and has to fight for his life poor baby
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charles_leclerc Our little boy Jules Hervé Leclerc is finally here.
I can’t even put into words how over the moon we are right now, I feel like my life just started all over again. Watching my wife give birth to my son is an experience I’ll never forget, you’re a force of nature baby I can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me.
And to my little Jules I love you more than the air I breathe I can’t way to start this new life with you ❤️
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yourusername Don’t let him fool you guys he went to sleep after I GAVE BIRTH
charles_leclerc OMFG THAT’S NOT TRUE DON’T LISTEN TO HER
yourusername hehe 😆 just kidding guys he’s the best. I love you so much Cha, Jules and I are so lucky to have you ❤️
user765 STOP THE WAY CHARLES IS CRYING IN THE FIRST PIC
user22 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN
mclarengirllll112 JULES HERVÉ LECLERC DO YOU HEAR ME FUCKING CRYING
norrizzzzz528 WHAT IF I JUST KILLED MYSELF
user976 OUR PRINCE IS HERE EVERYBODY MOVE
daddylec16 I know I’ll find someone who loves me like Charles loves his family. I just know it
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JJK SPOILERS chapter 236 LEAKS
prediction.
Gojo isn't dead. Or we'll he's not gonna be dead.
1 Because in his fight with Toji, he stated that the only reason Toji didn't kill him was because he didn't cut of his head.
2 his head isn't cut off, he's just cut in half and as seen he can regrow limps. (Also, if he can't regrow it, I imagine Shoko can kinda put it back together. And as long as Gojo has enough curse energy. He can flow that shit back into his lower half like blood to make it usable. (Daddy needs his gun people)
3 Gojo also said bye to his dead friends, which tells me that he probably has something up his sleeve.
And when he said he enjoyed the fight.
I think that is him excepting he lost. But not died.
Also the rebirth flowers.
I think the flowers play a huge role, Gojo may not come back stronger but as Geto asked, is he satoru gojo because he's the strongest or is he the strongest because he is satoru gojo.
And I think he is going to realize who Satoru Gojo is without keeping the title 'the strongest'
4 sukuna said don't let me down. And how he will remember Gojo forever.
Sukuna the king of curses, should know about reverse curse technique. And I think it's known that Gojo was holding back due to sukuna being Megumi. (As stated in previous chapters.)
So while they were fighting fighting. Gojo) wasn't going all out.
And as seen through Sukuna's thoughts he does respect gojo.
So knowing this, even though Sukuna can't be trusted! I do think he holds strong loyalty for people who impress him.
(Uraume and now also gojo)
So I think he knows gojo will likely heal.
Now! DO I think gojo will remain a sorcerer? No!
Here's why.
I saw on a stream that while reverse CT flows through the brain, CE generates in the stomach and if that's true. Then that means Gojos MAIN source of CE is well... gone .
BUT!!Like Maki and Toji's weapons, we know things that allow others to see and interact with curse energy are imbued with it.
Like Maki's glasses. 👀👀(see where I'm going.)
Curse energy can be transfered and held.
The six eyes allow Gojo to see curse energy mainly the flow. Therefore the six eyes , must be a sort of pseudo generator of CE. That's why people can't just redirect curse energy to their eyes to be able to be on a six eyes user's level.
So having to use his last and only intact source of generating curse energy, Gojo will use reversal technique to heal himself. But end up leaving himself without six eyes and likely without curse energy like Toji.(the outfit has to mean something other then being Megumi's dads.)
Because although he can heal using six eyes it won't be actually healing from the root so once that input of curse energy is gone there will be no more.
Other theories.
1. We didn't resolve anything with kenjaku, and while sukuna is a villain, I don't think he was the main one. (Cuz how the fuck is Yuji gonna best this man if bro can cut through the world..like wtf Gege you killed gojo just to make another OP character concept qhehe)
So either 1. Kenjaku fucks shit up for everyone, either takes out Kuna, and by this time a healed Go jo jumps in the frey but since he had to literally reconstruct half his body, he will be severely weakened and due to this.
Personally I'd like to see him and sukuna fight side by side, both going all out. And if they lose they die together.
Because I feel if they weren't on opposing sides they'd actually get along.
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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 11
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wc 2942 (Chapter 8 when on ao3)
“So who’s Jason?” Sam asked without preamble after the rest of the topics had wrapped up.
“Jason?” Tucker echoed.
Danny winced.
He had been hoping Jason wouldn’t come back up. He’d know that was complete foolishness, this was Sam, but he’d still been hoping. Because… he didn’t know how to explain Jason.
Being a halfa was Jason’s secret, one that Danny could tell the other was still struggling with. As much as Danny trusted his friends, it wasn’t up to him if Jason should. It wasn’t his secret to tell (no matter how much it affected him too).
There was also the fact that a little part of Danny didn’t want to tell. Being a halfa might have been Jason’s secret, but Jason was his secret too; his bit of his new life in this new place. Sam and Val and Tucker already had whole piles of little things like that from leaving Amity, but Danny didn’t. Nothing for Danny had been new for so long.
And now there was Jason who was new and amazing and completely different—
“Danny?” Tucker prompted.
Danny was regretting giving them a call on the way back from his first lab class.
“Someone I met when I was just out exploring Gotham some,” Danny lied. There was a little bit of truth there. “We’ve eaten together a few times now.” Donuts and take out while Jason was ill but still. “And he’s been showing me some of Gotham.” Or at least telling him about the city for safety reasons.
There was silence on the other end of the call. Shit, did he not sell it well enough? He had thought without being on video he’d be able to get away with the lie.
Finally, suspiciously, Sam asked, “Is he cute?”
“Ancients Sam!”
“It’s a valid question, you’re weak for the cute ones.”
“This is true,” Val spoke from experience.
“It sorta is, dude,” Tucker agreed. His tone completely (and sympathetically) resigned.
“It’s— I don’t— okay, yes. Fine. He’s built like a brick house, okay? He could kill me with his thighs.”
“TMI, my dude,” Tucker teased.
“No, go on,” Val interjected.
“Oh fuck you all.”
Sam gave an amused scoff. “I don’t think it’s us you want to—”
“Okay!” Danny said loudly, talking over Sam which just made the others dissolve into laughter. “He’s just a friend, okay? He’s a Gotham native who’s been nice. He’s fun to hang out with.”
“Sure Danny,” Val said in a tone that made it clear none of them believed him. “Sam and I have to get going for dinner. Give us an update later on the not boyfriend—”
“And a picture.” Sam chimed in.
“And a last name!”
“I’m not letting you stalk him Tucker.”
“Not stalking, background check.” Danny could practically hear the finger guns Tucker must be doing.
“Bye,” Danny said, firmly, though he knew that they knew he was close to laughing, and ended the call before he fished out his keys to get his door open.
“You know,” Danny said as he started at the scene that greeted him. Jason sat on his couch, looking comically large on the small piece of furniture, messing with some wires. “I don’t remember giving you a key to my apartment.”
“You didn’t,” Jason said, words a little muffled by the screwdriver that he held in his mouth.
“Right.” Danny closed his door. He fumbled blindly with the locks, not taking his eyes off Jason. “So you, what, decided Tuesday was a great day for breaking and entering?”
“Yep. Which is why you need better security,” Jason grabbed the screwdriver and pointed it at Danny who’s eyes flicked between it and Jason’s mouth. “Which is what I’m doing. Setting up better security.”
“You remember the whole I’m half dead thing, right?” Danny drawled, but couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. The faint feeling he got off Jason’s forming core was a pleased rumble. Like the purring cat that got the canary. How could he be annoyed in the face of that?
“Don’t need you to end up all the way dead, kingya.”
“Okay…” Danny dropped his backpack (his new, tear free backpack) on the tiny island counter. He had adulted up and gotten a new one right before classes started that week and was glad for it. (It was nice to not have to worry about losing things out of the bottom.) He moved to perch on the clutter free edge of the coffee table. He tucked his knees up to his chest to stay out of the way. “What does kingya mean?”
“Pet goldfish in Japanese.”
Danny just started at him, knowing Jason would explain if he just gave it time. He was getting used to these stupid fish names. They were still weird, but he was getting used to them. (Maybe he liked them, a little.)
Jason glanced up from where he was tightening the screw on a plate and grinned. “’Cause you’re my sensei in all things ghost.”
“Ancients,” Danny groaned. “That is the—” No, he would not laugh. “—worst one yet. How am I both a sensei—” Okay so he was laughing, sue him. “—and a pet. That makes no sense! You are fucking ridiculous.”
Jason just smirked and focused on the electronics in his hand.
Once Danny’s laughter had finally calmed, he leaned in to get a look at everything that was covering his coffee table, part of the couch, and even some of Jason. He’d spent enough years with Tucker to know that it was all very custom and very high end; that meant expensive.
“You really didn’t have to do all this,” Danny said. He didn’t know if that was true though. What if Jason’s developing core made it feel like he did?
“Nah. You’re my teacher in ghost, I’m your teacher in Gotham. And rule one of Gotham is if you take precautions you do it. Have you gotten that gas mask yet?” Jason asked, snapping the back back on a camera.
“Jason.”
“Danny.”
“Again. Half dead. I don’t have breathe if I don’t want to.”
Jason blinked at Danny. “What.”
“What what? Like, sure, I have to in human form but I can still hold it for, like, upwards of twenty minutes? I figure that’s long enough to get out of most situations. You could too with practice.”
“Human form,” Jason echoed.
Danny froze. “Oh, shit. I, um, sorta thought that the two forms thing was given.”
Jason rubbed, wearily, at his face. “Fish.”
“I’m sorry!” Danny said, throwing his hands up. “I mean half ghost, half human! What did you think?”
“A mule is half horse half donkey but it doesn’t stop being a mule!”
“Did you know when the horse is the dad it’s called hinney instead?”
“I’m going to stab you with a screwdriver,” Jason grumbled wearily. “Explain, now.”
“Okay. Right. I really thought you knew? I mean I was forced to change when I died. But, right, so,” Danny placed his hands together and tried to gather his thoughts on how explain this. “Ghosts are just, fundamentally different beings than humans. As humans, we take in parts of the word around us— air, water, food— and those things keep us alive as they’re processed by our organs. Ghosts, on the other hand, are the world around them.
“The Infinite Realms—” Danny still struggled sometimes not to call it the Ghost Zone after years of doing so, but he wasn’t going to use a name made up by people who hated ghosts for their home. “—are made up of ectoplasm. Everything there— the structures, the land, the sky, the people— is ectoplasm. Ghosts are too. The closest thing to an organ that ghosts have is their core.”
“You’ve used that word before. When you said you had an ice core,” Jason said. He’d put down the parts he had been messing with and was giving Danny his full attention.
“Probably. Cores are everything for a ghost. If you’re being poetic, you could call it the heart but it’s a bit more like a brain? You have one, but it’s strangled by the corruption. I didn’t want to go too much into it yet when you couldn’t get. Most of it of it would mean nothing to you right now. It would like, I don’t know, trying to explain what a rose smelled like to someone who’s had a stuffed up nose all their life.”
“Right, so, something to come back to,” Jason grumbled.
“Basically. But the core is sort of the only… I guess tangible part of a ghost? But humans have their whole bodies so those two things really aren’t compatible. That’s what makes halfa’s so rare. Somehow the ectoplasm was able to bond with our DNA enough so that our human bodies can handle what our ghost bodies are. But it also made a ghost body for us. It’s a balance.”
Jason leaned back into the couch, arms crossed as he frowned at Danny. “And I’ll get one?”
“Every other halfa has one,” Danny said with a little shrug. “You just don’t have access to it yet I bet if you’ve never changed before. Like, there are some powers or effects that I have access to in this form, but they’re more powerful in my ghost form. So if the corruption are blocking the flow of your ectoplasm and your ability to generate it, you probably just don’t have enough power to change yet.”
Jason’s fingers tapped a restless staccato against his arms as he glare at the other side of the room. Danny tried hard not to fidget as he let Jason absorb the information. He really hadn’t meant to keep something like this from Jason. There were other things he was waiting to talk to Jason about, once they saw how he was developing, but Danny just really hadn’t thought about Jason might have never changed into his ghost form. May it was because he had been buried? Jason was the only half with an actual grave.
Coming out of the portal as Phantom had been everything for Danny. It had been the end of everything. It had also been the beginning of everything. His ghost form had been part of that from the start.
Jason looked back to Danny, who froze under the glacial gaze. “Will you show me?”
Danny’s heart stuttered in his chest.
He’d be revealing Phantom. For the first time, by his own choice, he would be showing someone.
“Hey, fish,” Jason said. He leaned forward and rested a hand on Danny’s knee. “You don’t have to.”
Danny made himself take a breath. He’d stopped breathing.
“Sorry, no, it’s fine.” What would someone in Gotham, home of the Batman, know about a small town hero like Phantom? “I’ve just… I’ve never shown anyone who didn’t already know? I guess it just got to me a for a moment. But, I mean, you do know, you just haven’t see it yet.”
Danny stood up, ‘going ghost’ running his head, as the familiar white rings appeared.
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Jason dropped the arm he had raised to block the blinding white light and just stared. He hadn’t known what to expect from Danny changing to his ghost form, but the color change was not part of it. Or the clothing change.
Gone was the black and orange NASA sweater, well worn jeans, and collection of space themed earrings that Danny seemed to love. Instead, Danny wore a tight, long sleeve top that showed off that he was more than just a stick, something that looked a bit like black cargo pants, white combat boots, and white fingerless gloves. There was a white DP was emblazoned on his chest.
He glowed faintly of a blue green that didn’t hold a candle to his bright, bright eyes.
(Jason’s breath caught at the sight of those green eyes.)
“I didn’t know a costume change came as part of the package,” Jason’s mouth said without his permission while he was still trying to process the rest of the details. Like the way that Danny’s now white hair seemed to drift as if gravity had effect on it. It was almost mesmerizing. That was easier to focus on than the green eyes.
Danny rubbed nervously at the back of his neck. What Jason thought must have been a blush crawled up Danny’s cheeks, but it was oddly purple tinted, like this form had a different undertone than blood red.
“Um, yeah. Ghost things for the ghost form? I was stuck in the hazmat suit I had died in for years until I learned to control the ectoplasm that makes up the clothing in this form. It takes some effort to change it but… I didn’t want to be stuck in that any longer.”
Jason resisted the urge to shudder. He couldn’t imagine even being his old Robin outfit for even a moment.
He stood and cross the single step it took to be standing in front of Danny. Smirking, he reached out and flicked Danny’s right ear. “You look naked without your earrings.”
“Yeah, well,” Danny mumbled.
Yep, that purple, magentaish tint was definitely a blush. He felt a little bad for teasing Danny when the other was obviously nervous about this.
“The hair suits yo. It’s a good look,” Jason said. Without really thinking about it, he reached up to run his hands through Danny’s swoop of bangs. The soft strands shifted between his fingers as if they were under water. But his attention went back to the green eyes. “When you’re like this, there’s no…?”
“No what?”
Jason tapped next to his own eye. “Pit Rage. Anger.”
“Oh, no,” Danny said with a thoughtful little frown as he… drifted up?
Holy shit, Danny really was floating. His feet were drifting apart as if they were made of smoke as he rose a few inches up into the air.
“I guess now that I know about ghosts liking to brawl, I can see that a little? Like, I’m more willing to meet a fight if they start it, just like with you, but they also don’t mean any actual harm. Well, most of them don’t,” Danny explained. “The green really is just part of the color change. Some ghosts have red eyes or cyan or something else.”
“Is the white hair a constant?” Jason asked, thinking of his own white streak.
“For halfas it seems to be about being inverted? Like, frootloop has white hair as a human, but it’s black in his ghost form. And Danni matches me. But for full ghosts, lots of them have flaming hair in all sorts of colors. We think that maybe it’s our human half influencing the ghost half. Also maybe why I don’t have blue skin or something.”
“Blue skin?”
“Ghost coloring is weird and very bold,” Danny said with a little shrug. He reached down to grab the not all there foot he had lifted up and just folded his legs under him— sitting cross legged in the air like it was nothing.
“You’re really comfortable like this, aren’t you?”
Danny gave a little shrug. “I mean, yeah. This has been a part of me for eight years. I was a ghost before I was through puberty. But it was a learning curve for sure.”
Jason eyed Danny wearily. “So what haven’t you told me about now?”
“Well, so I mean part of that is that I was a teenager when I changed? So I was a mess in so many ways and we’re— Frostbite and I, I haven’t told anyone else but him about you, not you being a halfa I mean—but we don’t know if you’ll have have the same side effects since Danni didn’t really. But sometimes I would just suddenly go invisible or intangible. The intangibility was the worst because a few times I just… go stuck part way something?”
Jason gave him the flattest stare at that and Danny just grinned bashfully back.
“You don’t have to worry about that yet! You’re no where strong enough, even if those are things that every ghost can do. Frostbite doesn’t think that you’ll really start having any noticeable effects until your core snaps into place anyways. You just might be extra sneaky for a little bit?”
“So it’s just a big mystery?” Jason asked.
“Welcome to being a halfa. I’m sorry.”
He wanted to be mad. It would be so easy to be mad. Danny was keeping things from him. But… a lot of that seemed to be accidental or things they didn’t have a clear answer for or that maybe, actually, didn’t matter yet.
There was enough for him to deal as it was.
And Danny was just so very… Danny. Jason was learning that Danny was earnest, but pretty fucking awful at explaining things. Unless Jason asked specifically, or it came up in conversation, Danny just outright forgot to mention things. There were some problems with that:
1) there was so much to learn about
2) he didn’t know what he didn’t know
3) ghosts were fucking weird
“I promise,” Danny said, a nervous sort of pleading in his words. “I’ll be around for all of it. I’m not saying parts won’t be hard or confusing, but at least you’ll have me here to help?”
Danny was maybe horrible at explaining things and keep missing out details, but he was still trying. Danny was floating right there, offering something that he never had for himself— understanding.
Jason heaved a sigh, leaning into the dramatics of the sound a little. “Fine. Since you can float make yourself useful and help me mount some of the tech in the corners.”
“Sure thing, dead boy.”
Snorting, Jason gathered up one of the cameras. He paused, just briefly, before he turned back to Danny with smirk. “So, does this make you a flying fish?”
The groan he got was worth it.
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AN: Danny, raised in a small city in rural Illinois: “Hey I have a fun fact!”
I love Danny being so bad at explaining things. He’s trying, he really is, he’s just not great at it. Jason not really mad, he’s just struggling with things a little and coping by making sure that ‘his’ people are safe. Luckily Danny has the friends he does and is used to the odd protectiveness like breaking and entering.
Fun (?) fact: Danny’s black and orange NASA sweater is from the mars rover line the Smithsonian did a few years back. It is very warm and comfy. Anyways, stay delightful darlings!
So, this should be the whole tag list. I’m sure there’s a limit. I’m not sure if I’m over it? So sorry if you’re at the end of the list and not getting pinged! (I removed anyone unabled to be tagged.)
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⇝ 04 - (✍︎︎) you can’t run from me
“Are you sure you don’t wanna tell them you’re okay?” Lumine asked, hint of concern in her tone.
“It’s fine.” Your voice was a little muffled since you’ve decided to cocoon yourself into a blanket. “Besides you’ve already told them how I’m doing.”
Lumine sighed and looked at her wrist. Was she looking at her watch? She didn’t have a watch. “Andddd, time’s up. Time to stop sulking.” Lumine drawled out before pulling you up from the couch by your hand. You let her drag you out of your comfortable spot, not having the energy to put more of a fight.
“Nooo.” You wailed with a straight face.
“Let’s go out and get something to eat. We could go to the arcade or go shopping, since I have time before my class.” Lumine ignored your dramatic act and pushed you in your room. “Get dressed or you’ll leave the house looking like a rat!”
“Fuck you.” You grumbled and Lumine just laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. I know you love me! Love you too.”
Since you didn’t have a choice, you got dressed as per Lumine’s command. You didn’t wanna leave the dorm looking like you just woke up from the dead. You didn’t want your non-existent (at this point) dignity to dwindle more. You were so embarrassed with what you said the other day and now that it got to Twitter you don’t think you would be able to look anyone in the eye if they found out you were the one who blurted that bullshit out. Just thinking about it makes you want to bury yourself in a grave.
“I’m ready.” You quietly announced.
“Oooh! Looking good. 10/10, Scara would smash.” Lumine joked.
“Is that a compliment or not?”
“Obviously a compliment.” She rolled her eyes.
“It’s hard to tell when Scara’s name is in the sentence.”
“That’s foul.” Lumine cackled.
—
“Ahh that was delicious!” Lumine stretched, seemingly content with what the both of you ate. “I’m full.”
“We should visit again next time.” You said gleefully, your mood lifted.
“Oh wait.”
“What?” You tilted your head. “What are you looking at?”
“It’s Venti!” Lumine exclaimed.
You squinted in the distance, “Oh yeah it is.”
“Venti!!” She waved her hand around above her head trying to get your friend’s attention. Venti looked around before spotting the both of you. He waved back making his way to where you guys were.
“Wait…” You blinked. “Is that Scaramouche with him?”
“Oh yeah, seems like it.” Lumine answered still waving her hand.
Your mood dropped. With a blank face you said, “Bye.”
“They a runner, they a track star.” Lumine hummed, chuckling a little as she watched your figure run away.
“Why’d y/n run away?” Venti inquired.
“Who knows?” Lumine shrugged.
“What the fuck is up with them?” Scaramouche frowned. “Are they avoiding me?”
“Yes.” Lumine smiled sweetly and Scara scoffed.
“Fine. I can play cat and mouse with them if that’s what they want.”
“Aww, how romantic.” Venti teased.
“Shut up.” Scara groaned, starting to chase after you.
“Nice one.” Lumine high-fived Venti.
“But of course.”
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You started to jog once you thought you were far enough before you were walking altogether.
‘Should be far enough.’
You didn’t wanna go home yet, so you just walked around the mall leisurely. You had no destination in mind. All you knew was that you didn’t wanna face Scaramouche. At least, not yet. You knew that only Lumine has the knowledge of what happened, but you’re also aware that if anyone else finds out— especially Scaramouche— they would never let you live it down. He’d either tease the hell out of you or kill you before you could even do it yourself. Both of them doesn’t sound like a good outcome.
Because you were too distracted, you didn’t notice how someone was trailing after you and how he was already clasping your hand to stop you from walking any further. The only reason you noticed was, well, when he was already doing it— which was right now.
He tugged at the wrist he took a hold of making you turn around to face him. When you realized it was Scaramouche, your first reflex was to try to run away but that proved futile as he just tightened his grip and glared at you. “Don’t even try.”
You wanted to say something snarky but held it off. Instead you avoided eye contact with him and looked anywhere but towards him.
Scaramouche pulled the both of you towards a more secluded area. You let him pull you along without putting up much of a fight, because you knew he would just tighten his hold on your wrist more if you even tried to move away from him. Despite his hold being firm, it was soft. He held you in a way that didn’t harm you. Like how you would hold something delicate.
‘I guess he’s kind of a gentleman…’ You smiled a little at the thought as you looked at both of your hands.
“What are you looking at?” Scara frowned and followed your gaze. He immediately let go of your hand. “There’s not much people here, so speak.”
You try to evade your upcoming doom, “Are you sure you wanna let go of my hand? You know I can just run for it.”
He paused for a moment, thinking of what he can do. Now, this could have been your chance to run away while he was distracted but for some reason this didn’t even cross your mind. You wanted to know what he would do.
“Then I’ll just do this.” He trapped you between the wall and himself. He used his hand as some sort of cage for you. “This way, you can’t run from me.”
‘UHM???’
He whispered close to your ear, “Is this much better for you?”
‘EXCUSE ME? CELESTIAL BEINGS FROM ABOVE HELP ME.’
“Ahah,” you pushed him off of yourself chuckling nervously, you can feel your whole body slightly heat up. “Okay there buddy, ever heard of personal space?”
You knew that he knew that he had successfully made you flustered with the way he smugly smiled at you. It was like he knew where every single one of your nerves were and so far he has managed to hit every one of them.
‘He’s insufferable! I don’t get how anyone can like this guy.’
You bitterly rant to yourself. Just looking at him made your blood boil, so you scoff and turn to look at your right with your arms crossed. You refused to talk because you’re petty like that. He was the one who dragged you here in the first place, why would you need to speak first? After all, you don’t owe him anything.
“I just thought it would be more comfortable for you. I do apologize about that.” He didn’t sound the least bit sincere, if anything he found humour in it.
“Anyway, about the rumour.” Scara sees your facade crack a little, you stay quiet. “Hm, so you do know something about it.”
“No, I don’t.” You immediately refuted and he raised his brow in a questioning manner.
“Seems you do. You’re being defensive right now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then, shall I remind you?” Scara reaches for your hand and while holding eye contact, kisses your knuckles, the way a guy would in those historical manhwas you’ve read. “You and I are in a relationship.”
You frantically pull your hand away from him. You could feel your heart beating rapidly. ‘What is wrong with him?! Where did this confidence come from?’
“No, I don’t think we are.”
“Ooh really? That’s not what the guy who confessed to you said.”
“Huh?” You blink at him owlishly. “How… do you know about that?”
“Obviously the guy consulted me about it after he confessed to you.” Scara said matter-of-factly. “I heard it from him. Asked if we really were in a relationship.”
“And what did you say?”
“I did confirm it.”
‘Oh god, he really just secured my grave.’
You sigh, “So, you pulled me aside just to embarrass me further?”
“That. And I have a proposal.”
“And that is…?”
“We’ll date.” You look at him weirdly. “It’s fake of course. Think of it as a free trial.”
“Okay, so let me get this straight. We’re going to fake date? What do i get out of this free trial?” You shudder just at the thought, and what did he mean by free trial? He makes it sound like after you experience being with him, you would change your mind. You won’t ever change your mind about wanting to be with him, ever. The world would have to end before that even happens.
“Well, whenever someone confesses to you, you can just say you’re with me already just like you did before. It makes it less awkward for you trying to turn them down.” Scaramouche shrugged as he laid down the pros. “And, those annoying girls who are all over me would finally be out of my ass.”
“They would be out for my ass instead.” You deadpan. “Your fangirls are crazy, like isn’t this college? Why do they still have this behaviour.”
“You tell me.” He sighed. He was tired of their obsession towards him.
“The cons still outweigh the pros though.”
He tilted his head to the side, “What are the cons?”
“Being in a relationship with you even if it’s fake. And your fans coming for my ass.”
He looked at you with irritation and rolled his eyes, “Shut up. You think I wanted this?”
“Well.” You drawled out. “You were the one who came up with the proposal.”
“And you blurted my name out to turn them down.”
“Touché.”
Scaramouche hummed, “You would get free food during our dates?”
“Ooh man, why didn’t you say that earlier?” You light up. You were about to milk this guy’s money clean. “Just to be sure, you pay for everything whenever we go out right?”
“Yeah?” Scaramouche agreed, but it seems like he wasn’t too sure either.
“You got yourself a deal.” You offered your hand to him for a handshake. “Nice doing business with you.”
“Oh, but one more thing. No one can know that it’s fake, okay?”
“Okay, sure, whatever man.”
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Synopsis: In which you major in astronomy and scaramouche is the biggest astronomy hater (in your eyes). What happens when someone confesses their feelings for you, and you not knowing how to handle affections, suddenly blurt out that you are already taken. By who? Well, scaramouche of course.
a/n: ty for your patience! also, if you didn’t know already “bruvily” is my main blog so i could only respond to most of you with that acc.
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(another @taznovembercelebration delight, for sick)
“I can do it,” Kravitz murmbles hoarsely from under about fifteen blankets. He stares blankly up at the dark ceiling. Taako wants to put him in his pocket and he isn’t even wearing pants yet.
“Yeah?” Taako shuts off their fourth alarm. And the fifth one, you know, preemptively. “You sure there, bud?”
“I can do it,” he insists, like he’s trying to convince himself, too. “I’m……………………….good.”
“You’re good?” Taako’s trying not to laugh, he promises. Kravitz looks miserable. He looks like a wet sack of marbles left behind in a dead mall. What were those marbles for? Why are they wet? Is someone going to miss the marbles? Who can say. But they’re going in Taako’s pocket.
“Sooooo good.” Kravitz tries to sit up, fails, and squinches his eyes shut, groaning. “I’m, good. I’m good. I’m good I’m good I’m good. I can do it.”
“What if,” Taako says, “Hear me out.”
“I’m not staying h— ome.” Kravitz swallows, once, twice, a third time, none of them looking less unpleasant. “Home,” he corrects. “No way. Got. Too much work to day. Do.”
“Hear me out though,” Taako says. “Perhaps, correct me if I’m wrong, the county coroner should maybe not look like a zombie.”
“I d- doh- hhh. Zombie.” Kravitz tries to sit up properly, and it makes Taako wince just to watch him. He unwraps another single cracker from the Freshstack ™ they were working through at two in the morning, and hands it to him. Kravitz nibbles on it like the world’s most pathetic mouse. Like if a mouse was divorced, and crying a little, and wet, like a sack of marbles. He gets about a third of the way through this monumental obstacle and then lets his hand flop down, and Taako is very normal and makes no crumb comments, because his boy is ailin’.
Ooooh, is he ailin’. So ailin’ he’s from another planet.
“Let’s write your boss an email, and then tuck you back in, buster.”
“Noooooo,” Kravitz whines.
“My guy, my handsome criminal empire cohost, you get that you are making Taako be the voice of reason, yeah?”
Kravitz considers this.
“Haven’t barfed yet,” he says, petulantly.
“Sit up and put on your tie,” Taako challenges.
There’s a long beat.
“No?”
“That’s what I thought, asshole.” Taako reaches over and squeezes Kravitz’s hand with affection. He hands him his phone. “Let’s just, be brief. Dear boss, can’t come in today, so sorry. Love you, bye.”
Kravitz drops his phone on his face.
“Fuck,” he says, delayed. Taako covers a snort. Poor beast. He takes the phone and can’t cover a second one. “Oh, buddy.”
“Yeah?” Kravitz blinks, and rubs his general face zone.
“Your beautiful schnozz hit send on this masterpiece?” Taako shows him, but not until after taking a screenshot and sending it to himself, for posterity and also social media crimes.
Subject: ow
DEAR HELLO
Cannot’nt come to death today, I am maybe am not well enough to help bodies thankpologies K
–sent from my iPhone
“What’s wrong with it?” Kravitz says, grimacing.
“Yeah, you’re not goin’ fuckin’ anywhere, beloved,” Taako decides. He hands him his damaged little sadboy cracker and kisses his forehead and tucks him in, and starts doing the Get Ready Shimmy. “I’ll be checking in on you on my lunch hour, unless you think I need to call in too, and take your sorrowful mouse ass to the hopsicle.”
“Probaly not,” Kravitz cannot manage a whole lot of conviction. He nibbles the cracker. Wetly. “I’ll…watch the price is right?”
“You’ll sleep.”
“I’ll sleep,” Kravitz confirms, snuggling down, forgetting about the last third of the cracker right then and there. Given permission to burrow back into his pathetical little mousehole, his whole body relaxes, and somehow he manages to look even greyer. “I’ll sleep so many.”
“So many.” Taako pats something in the vicinity of his shoulder. “Poor bastard. If you get me sick, I am going to kill you.”
“No promises,” Kravitz sighs, almost immediately dozing right back off.
Shame Taako loves him so much.
[id: a space themed game board with 15 spaces and a cat, fish, and "good worker" sticker on 1, 2, and 3 respectively]
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Kyle x reader p. 1
Warning: Swearing, violence, all characters are over 18!
Background: It's your freshman year of college and you have been dating your boyfriend Jake since middle school. One day as you walk around campus you see Jake with another girl and snap. Thankfully Kyle was there to pull you away.
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"I hope you fucking die." You growl at your boyfriend who you caught making out with a random girl.
You punch him square in the face making him stumble back as his nose gushes blood. The girl looks at you with fear in her eyes. You glare at her and then back down at your boyfriend.
"Dont hurt her." He says holding his nose.
"Not going to im gonna hurt you." You say kicking him in the balls.
"Woah hey hey." A man says as he pulls you away from him.
"Let go of me!" You yell trying to get out of his grip.
"You crazy bitch." Your boyfriend yells out in pain.
"I'll show you fucking crazy." You yell back trying to get out of the mystery person's grasp.
"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend you dick." The girl says pouring her smoothie on him as he's still on the floor. The girl walks away calming you down a bit.
"Dont ever fucking talk to me again not even to get your shit I'm burning it!" You say as the person holding you drags you away. You look up seeing a tall boy with pale skin an big red curly hair.
He sees you looking at him and blushes a bit. "Please don't kill me I just didn't want security to come. Not the he didn't deserve what you did to him."
He let's you go once you got far enough away. You dust yourself off and look down at your bloody hand. You sit down on the bench you were in front of and sigh.
"I'm sorry." You say whipping off the blood on your sweater. "Thanks for keeping me from killing him I guess."
"Dont mention it. But God you went pretty crazy." He said with a chuckle.
"God wouldn't you? Dated since middle school only reason I came to this college and he cheats on me. Doesn't even have the decency to do it in private." You say rubbing your bruised knuckles.
He looks down at your hand and frowns a bit. "Do you want me to help you patch up your hand?"
"You're not a murderer are you?" You ask looking at him causing him to laugh softly.
"I promise I'm not."
"I guess I got nothing better to do." You say getting up and following him to his dorm. Once you walk in you see the room wa well decorated and pretty tidy for a man's room. You see two twin size beds and a desk with a computer. It was not a big room but it had enough space.
Kyle pulls out a first aid kit and pats a space on his bed. You sit down and he holds your hand wrapping some bandages around your hand.
"Sorry for all the trouble." You mutter.
"Hey don't worry about it you can pay me back sometime if you want." He says with a smile.
Suddenly the door opens and a man with black hair walks in. He looks at the two of you.
"Who's this?" He asks.
"Hey I'm Y/N." You say.
"Stan." He says
"Oh thats right I didn't even ask your name." The redhead said. "I'm Kyle, and I think your hand is all good."
"Thank you." You say and hop off his bed and move your now bandaged hand. "I should get going but thanks for today bye Kyle bye Stan."
You walk out leaving Kyle and Stan there. Kyle let out a sigh and threw his head back. Stan watched Kyle closely just staring at him.
"What?" Kyla asked feeling Stan's eyes on him.
"Y/N? Really?" Stan asked. "I've heard about her she's pretty crazy."
"Tell me about it," Kyle said with a smile.
A/N: Thank you sm for reading im sorry of it not that great I'm very sleep deprived but I hope you enjoyed it at least a little. Lemme know if you want more. I'm pretty new to Tumblr so please be nice to me I will cry. Anyway love you all thank you so much for reading 🩷
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Dearest Aisha,
I hope this letter finds you well on this horrible sunny day. I’m leaving you this message because my heart is twisted in twain, and you must know that it’s not you, it’s me. What we had was wonderful, but alas, my future in the Bay is either woefully short or non-existent and as such I must bid you adieu.
Or in plain English, I’m leaving because this whole plan Glory and Taylor cooked up isn’t my thing and would just put a target on my back. Maybe things would’ve been different if we weren’t pulling up the curtain, but oh well. Try not to be too upset about it. I left the playstation behind, and feel free to save over my old files.
Say bye to the others for me, just don’t be too mushy about it.
-Alec.
JESUS. WHY DO PEOPLE THINK HE TALKS LIKE THIS. alec wouldnt say bid you adieu if you paid him. or Twain. or Dearest Aisha. oh my god hed gag before saying dearest aisha. hang on we need a full count off of the sins here
the base premise that he didn't discuss his feelings about victoria and taylor's plan with aisha beforehand is absurd--they're extremely communicative with each other
the base premise that taylor would go along with anything victoria cop dallon said in the first place is insane and makes me want to see the person op thinks victoria is killed badly by bugs
the base premise that Aisha is fine with victoria cop dallon's plans instead of going "alec isnt this fucking sucks." is insane.
the base premise that alec is the only undersider not okay with victoria cop dallon's plans is also insane. I'm going to be real with you they would kill her immediately and without hesitation for alec and they dont even like him that much.
again, it's absurd to act as if aisha and alec are noncommunicative enough that he would drop this on her as opposed to telling her he was considering leaving off the bat. also i think she has enough wrong with her that she would want to go with him. but i digress, that's besides the point because
alec would not want to leave without aisha in the first place. people latch on so hard to him casually suggesting leaving the undersiders in that one early chapter but like. he's doing that bc it's in the context of a hypothetical scenario where his dad is getting after him. he always unequivocally backs them & follows their lead when they get into Shit That Is Not About Him--he's just both not wanting 2 burden the undersiders w/ having 2 deal w/ his dad + assuming that they wouldn't necessarily Want to help. once they say they would help he's like. oh ok. and this is certainly the last time he ever even considers leaving. those are the only ppl he has he's not walking his ass out of there. he Thinks he doesn't care but in any situation where he's at risk of exiting or losing one of them he leans HARD into backing them up. e.g. knocking himself unconscious to help brian sacrificing himself for aisha suggesting leaving town As A Team when the s9 is there and explicitly mentioning stopping to pick up rachel first. his actions demonstrate how he feels even if he isnt consciously aware of it. this entire situation is cartoonishly implausible but even if it did happen he would just not react this way
anyway the fic literally just ends like this.
A/N:
And so the curtain rises. Or sets? Maybe it’s an interlude? Or a intermission? I didn’t really think this metaphor through. Writing Alec is hard, but I’m hoping I managed well here.
No, this is not an elaborate rug pull or “oh he shows up later”. Alec is gone. He doesn’t show up for the rest of the story. And the reasoning for that should be laid out pretty clearly here. Maybe in another world, where Tori and Taylor resolved the communication issue before this point, they could’ve had that conversation. But they didn’t and he didn’t. So the only way out was out. Alec was never going to be willing to unmask. And with that knowledge, what happened last chapter should be a lot clearer.
Today’s rec is an essay on Alec’s Costume by ewingstan on Tumblr, which does an excellent job breaking down his character in terms of psychology and code switching between his cape self and who he is regularly. Or rather, how there’s not much difference at all. I’ll see you all next week.
YOU DID NOT MANAGE WELL. HOW ARE YOU READING AND LINKING GOOD ALEC POSTS (albeit ones i had a bit 2 expand on but like. Its a good post it stands on its own.) but not internalizing Any Of Them. my god. this is so funny. there he goes fucking off into the sunset leaving literally his entire life behind because op understands nothing about him. resti n peace boy. ok thus concludes my Complaining. i'd apologize but its my blog and i can do what i want forever
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Happy Thursday hoes, let’s get to it!
Todays pros: citytv thinks im in TO so I’m getting it started at six!
Cons: no subtitles.
Alright, OG up first.
Love this new detective that’s a fanboy of everyone, makes me miss rollins lol
Pls let it be a female perp. We love a good female perp.
Okay seriously, this very subtle shaky cam is fucking terrible and hurts my head.
The GROAN I let out at the sight of Samantha in her well fitted pants suit sitting there like a fucking badass pissed off look on her face. Ma’am. Please. (yes, she is the only reason I watch this show)
Okay, the pedo may be the only eye witness, but they still have blood on the murderers pants, don’t they? Would that not tie it together enough? Or is it because the eye witness was the one who lead them to him? God I hate the legal system.
I REALLY wish this show would show more of the arguing between Nolan and Sam, like these two do NOT see eye to eye or have the same opinions on basically anything. And while I know major fighting would be called unprofessional, we at least used to see the lawyers get into it, or bantering. There’s so many times that you can tell just by the look of her face that Sam’s pissed, that she doesn’t think highly of him or his decisions on cases, like she hates him. I wanna see that play out on screen LOL
SVU time!
Let’s see if this week is any better than the last ones
Liv back in therapy, we love to see it.
A crumb of EO? Will that keep the crazies at bay? (like, I don’t even ship it but fuck am I sick of it now, the baiting is hella annoying and terrible, make it happen or not, don’t keep leading the actual ship fans on…)
Uhhh… is there not some kind of patient dr confidentiality? Like this bitch could have just lost her job (esp with someone like mcgrath involved… wtf..)
ITS THIS KIND OF SHIT THAT MAKES ME FERAL. In previous episodes they’ve had situations where shrinks couldn’t testify when they were the ONE witness, and like the entire case went into the trash because of it based off this exact type of situation… where TF is the continuity??
Okay… so she’s a minor so I can see the loophole here, BUT the therapist should have told her parents….
I knew it wasn’t the math tutor…
Ok… so mcgrath threatens to kill the math tutor, but when they’re picking up the son across the street he goes rage on benson?? And the iab captain? Shouldn’t you be attempting to punch the kid or something? God I really hope this ep is his last…
“can you drop that to me?” good thing Bruno’s there cause fin would have ZERO ideas on how to do that…
“until the age of 25 the male brain is about as useful as an electrified meatball” jfc… that wins for best line of the night.
Where the fuck is Velasco? Like.. man deserves his paycheques too..
Okay, mcgrath’s wife needs to shut the fuck up, liv’s trying to help her daughter and she accuses liv of gunning for mcgrath’s job.. jfc..
I was expecting mcgrath to throw hands not pull out his fucking GUN jfc… and like.. that was infront of two cars, that’s gonna be on a dash cam somewhere…
This is one of those one case turns into 4 but there’s only 5 mins left of the episode… cmon…
“I guess I didn’t see it in myself…” THANK YOU I was just gonna bring up the whole half assed back plot of mcgrath being abusive… (which is on par for cops, and ironic that the woman playing his wife was the wife of a cop who abused/raped her in 1.o)
This very much seems like a good bye. Pls let it be a good bye. Petition to bring back Garland!
Okay… im confused, I looked at my phone for 5 seconds and lost track of what was happening. Is the iab captain joining svu, cause that doesn’t work…theyre both captains. Or is she saying she’ll be filling in for mcgrath in the meantime??
Onto OC!
Okay, I am incredibly thankful for carisi on oc, but he’s the *sex crimes* ada.. not the only Manhattan ada, he wouldn’t be prosecuting this case… lol
Me: “wait I thought he was an officer.”
Reyes: “detective?” *side eye*
Me: ah yes, okay he was promoted the writers didn’t forget between weeks.
God this entitled pos teenager… wtf… its not *your* house bitch.
Ah, thank god, here’s the arguing that was missing in OG, not surprised its Elliot. Lol.
Oh god..the bratty teen overheard that didn’t she? Fuck..
God… this girl is gonna blow the entire thing, isn’t she? Like, in todays day and age with all the social media and how teenagers (and some adults) don’t know how to go without it, there’s no way they’d cut contact with everyone and delete socials and keep things quiet.
Aaaaaannd here we go. 5 seconds in and she’s blown their new location. (also WHY would the cops even tell them the location? That seems like something they wouldn’t do until they were halfway there…)
Okay… we’re missing a daughter.. I don’t know if this is supposed to be Maureen or elizabeth but I’m assuming liz as it looks like her kids are twins and she was the twin… Also where’s dickie? (I know the brother said something about someone not being able to get a flight? Im just deaf and without subtitles I couldn’t tell ya what exactly was said lol)
How old is this younger brother supposed to be? The only info online I can find is the actor is 50 which im not sure I believe.
Okay there’s dickie he’s in the background!
These guys KNEW they were in a high risk situation and none of them have a vest anywhere near them? ARE WE DUMB?! IS IT OUR FIRST DAY ON THE JOB?
Okay, there’s the other kid.
Maureen and Kathleen giving side eye while sipping their drinks while the tea is being spilt is the highlight of this moment.
This is SOOO awkward for everyone else at the table jfc… ESPECIALLY Eli’s poor girlfriend.. like. Welcome to the family drama, don’t worry we never have to come back…
Why the fuck did jet not grab the other gun?!
Me: unfazed at Elliot body slamming a teenager.
Bell: *casually* “I’m shot”
Me: ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW
THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING IF WE FUCKING LOSE HER I WILL ACTUALLY RIOT.
(BUT ALSO MAY WE STEP BACK TO 8 LINES EARLIER WHERE I WAS YELLING ABOUT THEM NOT HAVING VESTS ON?!)
I knew this other captain was going to be coming more into play, but im pissed its cause bell’s out with a gunshot wound.
Christ.
Okay well, another week and OC is continuing it’s reign as superior of the three!
Some pics for context/hilarity
#law and order svu#svu#law and order#law and order special victims unit#law and order organized crime
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hi! i hope you’re having a good morning/afternoon/night and that everything is going your way, if not, how are you?
i came into your inbox to ask a sam harvey x fem!reader (if you feel more comfortable writing gn that’s okay!) drabble. i was just thinking a fluffy friends to lovers and itd just be so cute and everything. it can be before samusa happens or after and readers just helping sam get better and maybe stay at alfea. honestly you can do what you feel like, the only thing i ask is that there’s no angst (at least not hardcore) and that it’s friends to lovers.
if for any reason you feel like not doing this just ignore this! bye!<3
oh I absolutely can do this, I'm not really for writing angst anyway! most of my drabbles should be fine if you'd like to read them and the others I've tried to mark with triggerwarnings!
"Come on", you pouted, throwing one of your shirts at Sam, who was sitting on the opposite bed, while you were hanging from yours. The ground was basically just your clothes by now, and you weren't in the mood to clean, so just throwing them at him served two purposes at the same time already. "Please, Sammy. Just this time. It won't hurt."
Sam raised his eyebrows.
"Riven's birthday party, really?"
You huffed and rolled your eyes, throwing another shirt at him. This one was blue. And not yours. Since when did Sam not put his shirts away? You pulled it back from where it had slid off his leg, de-crumbling it. Oh. Yeah, you'd stolen that one from him.
"Come on", you repeated. "Pretty please? I don't want to go alone."
He shook his head, folding the last shirt that had landed on his lap and putting it away onto the pile he had already created next to him on the bed.
"I don't understand why you're going at all if you don't want to."
"Riven's my brother, I have to. Mom would kill me if I didn't. I had to promise her to give him his present."
Sam let out a dry laugh, running his hand through his hair. "Your family...", he started, trailing off.
"Is fucking weird?", you offered. "I know. And I love them, but they're so annoying at the same time. Riven especially."
The two of you looked at each other in silence.
Perhaps this situation would be strange, if it were with anyone else. But not with Sam. You'd found yourself in much stranger situation with Sam. This was one of the more normal ones.
"Please just go with me", you begged, pretending to sniff as though you were crying.
Sam let out a sound between a grunt and a deep breath that told you he'd already agreed. You grinned, throwing the last shirt in your reach right at his face.
"Love you", you smiled. He muttered something that you just decided was a "love you too".
Because you really did love him.
"Hey", you said suddenly. "I'd like us to officially go as a couple."
Sam raised his eyebrows once more today. You couldn't blame him - the two of you hadn't been dating for long. You'd been close friends before, best friends. For years. But it had taken its time for you to realise that you had eventually started falling in love. So it wasn't actually official yet. Or, well, for the two of you it was official. It was just that no one really knew.
"Won't say no to the party then", he sighed, poorly hiding a grin, bending down and dropping the shirt on your face now. You picked it off with two fingers, scrunched up your nose and threw it in the furthest corner away from you.
"Come here", you ordered instead of answering, sat up in a smooth movement, straightened, grabbed him by the hands and pulled him towards you.
He let out a chuckle, "Steady there", but it ended as barely an intake of breath as his lips met yours.
You didn't think you'd ever get enough of him. You didn't know how anyone could live without him in their lives.
"I want to be able to kiss you in the hallways and when our friends are around. I don't want this to be a secret anymore", you whispered, eyes still closed, forehead resting against his.
He put his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.
"Then we won't keep it secret anymore."
#sam fate#sam harvey x reader#sam x reader winx#sam harvey#fate winx saga#winx#fate series#x reader#ftws
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i just ranted in my friend group discord server about 3ld life and im just gonna copy paste it all here
spoilers for: 3rd life, last life, double life sessions 1-4
story trigger warnings: trauma, suicide, abuse, exclusion, bullying, insanity portrayed negatively (all in universe, except the swearing is from me lol)
typed trigger warnings: swearing, caps
all characters are c!, not cc! !
okay, ffs, why is friends messing around with small light roleplay sO EASY TO MAKE DRAMATIC
grian just
causing chaos because its fun and he isnt hurting anyone (...debatable)
aND THEN KILLING 2 PEOPLE AND WATCHING 2 OTHERS GET SHOT TO DEATH-
"im still kind of in a little bit of shock because i was just playing the fishing rod game" nah what you mean is "so i just committed murder while having fun and now im traumatized"
andthefucking- like- desertduo just happening by chance every single season
and grian slowly going insane while scar has already accepted that he's chaotic
but them only being able to lean on each other in the end
and the first time that happened they had to punch each other to death
the second time they were separated in the chaos of last episode war and both individually died
and now theyre gonna be forced to die together
and then fucking flower husbands
scott (canonically) sobbing over jimmys last death as he had been shot in the middle of a war that scott also died in, and scott had no time to process it until everyone finally left him alone and he just built a grave and broke down
then latching onto pearl in last life and them being the one duo that never broke up in any way as they had agreed to not go face to face in the final battle
and then in double life, scott latched onto cleo as that was the only other person he had any sort of positive personal history with, and they went looking for pearl and by the time they found her they were pissed that her and martyn had just ignored looking for them
so pearl was left on her own, martyn wanted revenge but also wanted to be with cleo, cleo and martyn had beaten each other up, and scott was just like yeah no bye
and then pearl, at first going into some sort of hiding, as she stays awake longer, 5am pearl our beloved loses her dog and just takes it out on the world, freezing herself in a snow bath purely to hack away at scott's health and openly being suicidal just to get back at scott because why should she care? she has nothing left, nobody cares about her, and scott hurt her for (from her pov) no reason. she has nothing to lose and may as well get revenge
scott's view of pearl is just changing for the worse as pearl isn't with it and nobody knows how to handle that, describing her as having gone batshit psycho and wanting nothing to do with her, so much so that he tries to break up other couples (and in the process, having to have ren also be openly suicidal due to a failing relationship), yet still caring for pearl, because one, he kinda has to as he doesn't wanna die, and two, he knows pearl, they spent and entire lifetime together from day one, she's not in a good headspace and scott knows it's his fault
grian's going crazy trying to keep scar from being chaotic as hell, all the while causing his own chaos, subtle enough to not be recognized until the damage is done and even then nobody learns their lesson. he's seen scar be suicidal ("you can slay me and take the enchanter") as well as pearl ("do you want to die?!" "YES!!"), he's seen scar slip further out of touch with reality, talking people into doing things that isnt worth it in the slightest, and he's seen scar latch on to things that they can't give attention to right now. he's seen scar take every risk possible and not realizing the dangers of it - and if he does, he couldn't care less. grian's seen jimmy be excluded and tossed aside and made fun of, and while grian does this too, he sometimes feels bad for him. he's been preyed on for is gullibleness, he's been excluded just because he's jimmy, and he's been tossed into rivers and left to drown just because it's funny
grian's gone to bigb as an escape, and the two want to do something about it, but their universally decided soulmates and the stigmatization of others make it hard - bigb doesnt want to be the reason ren's suicidal, and grian doesn't want to be either - grian also doesnt wanna just up and leave scar, as he's gonna get himself and therefore both of them killed or worse
enjoy my rant, 3ld life lives in my brain rent free every weekend
#c:/starblobs#c:/starblobs/gold#c:/starblobs/gold saying stuff#traffic life smp#traffic smp#traffic light smp#trafficblr#third life smp#third life#last life smp#last life#double life smp#double life#mcyt#third life grian#third life gtws#third life scar#third life scott#third life jimmy#last life scott#last life pearl#last life grian#last life gtws#last life scar#double life pearl#double life scott#double life grian#double life jimmy#last life jimmy#double life gtws
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WOOOO FINALLY A NEW CHAPTER,
READ ON AO3 HERE
Tw: implied dehumanizing
I ALSO WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH POSTING THIS CHAPTER. I'VE BEEN EXTREAMLY BUSY WITH PERSONAL LIFE. I HOPE YOU ALL UNDERSTAND. ANYWAY ENJOY THE CHAPTER :D
CHAPTER SEVEN
WHITE BOX
Stanley closed the door behind him, and he looked back at the very angry yet anxious mother.
“Eliana, what’s going on? Is everything alright?..” Stanley crossed his arms on his chest, worried for his client.
“Adam. Something isn't right with him,..” Eliana was tapping her foot rapidly, the sound of high heels on stone could be heard.
“What does that mean…? He hasn’t done anything wrong, nor has he hurt anyone…Eliana what are you talking about? Does he have a disability or dietary problem that I should-” Stanley was cut off by the woman.
“No! It’s just….,” she sighed before continuing, “Adam isn’t my kid, and I think he’s not even a kid at all..”
“Oh! Is he adopted or is he going through a growth spurt or-”
“STANLEY! HE ISN’T ADOPTED, HE’S NOT GOING THROUGH A GROWTH SPURT. HE’S A FUCKING ALTERNATE STANLEY…..and he’s with my son..” Eliana screamed in frustration. She gripped on the smaller man’s shoulders and shook him.
She was desperate to get Adam away from Jonah… She wasn’t going to lose him…He was all that she had left.
“Yikes,- hold on,.. Let’s calm down for a moment…Now, you’re telling me that Adam is an alternate…” Stanley needed to process this information. If Adam was really an alternate then….why hasn’t he hurt anyone yet?
Then again, alternates usually pick loners, or people who are already weak minded.
“Yeah…look. I…I don’t want my son getting hurt. Adam showed up after my son was interacting with a guy on the T.V. , who funny enough, had the same name as you. He said that he could have friends come out of thin air, and wouldn’t you know it, Boom! Adam…” Eliana explained, she let go of Stanley, and crossed her arms on her chest, tapping her foot rapidly.
“Um... What are you suggesting me to do?...” Stanley straightened his shirt and looked at Eliana.
“I don’t know…I just…I could call the cops and have them pick it up… yet… something in me doesn’t want to do that…” Eilana explained.
Adam had caused no major problems, and it was nice to Jonah. Yet Eliana was unsure..
“Do….you think you can take care of Adam… until we figure out what to do with him?...” Eliana asked the shorter man.
“Like…after the daycare closes?...” Stanley hesitantly asked, using his hand to brush his black hair back.
“Y-yeah…Look, I don’t know what to do with him. I know he’s an alternate, but I want him away from my son…I don’t want him getting hurt…” Eliana bit the inside of her cheek; a nervous habit.
“What about me? If he’s truly an alternate, what will I do when he tries to kill me?” Stanley pressed his hands to his chest.
“...I…I don’t know Stan…look… we can just give him up to the police. Let them deal with him-”
“Wait wait…are you a hundred percent sure that he is an alternate?”
“....No…the reason I suspect he is an alternate is because when I went to the police station to find out if his birth parents were looking for him. He was marked as dead from fourteen years ago…He still looks like a little kid…” Eliana looked at Stanley with a worried expression.
“Jesus…but…how? I-it could be someone else?...” Stanley was puzzled. He didn’t know what to do with this kid..? Thing?.... Nah…Adam wasn’t a thing…
“I mean… Maybe..I don’t know,” she sighs,”Look, for now, keep an eye on him, i’ll pick him up when i’m out for work, and we will talk more about this another day.” Eliana sighed, some tension was removed from her shoulders.
“Okay… See you later then Mrs. Marshall-”
“Ms. Cruz actually…” She sighed, letting out a breath of air she didn’t know she was holding.
Stanley nodded.
“Alright, see you Ms. Cruz…”
“Bye Montgomery.” She said her goodbye once more and started to walk back to her car, finally driving off to work.
Stanley sighed and went back in the house. The door creaked as he closed it. He locked it and went back to the living room.
Cesar was sadly pouting, hands crossed on his chest as he sat on the floor. Mark was side hugging him trying to help calm Cesar down. It looked like Cesar had been crying, his eyes red and slightly puffy.
Jonah had somehow managed to look cleaner than he was before. Adam had a pile of baby wipes that were covered in various paints placed next to him….it?... Stanley sighed at the thought. How did Adam even get those baby wipes? He could’ve sworn they were under the table where he had placed his tea down on… His tea was probably cold… damn it…
Sarah and Evelin were no longer painting each other's faces. The two girls were now playing with the dollhouse, giggling to each other as they got paint on the dolls and miniature furniture.
“Evelin, Sarah, go wash your hands, you’re dirtying the dolls. Come here girls.” Stanly sighed, tired from the conversation he had just finished with Eliana.
“Mr. M, they can use these wipes I found…” Adam offered, holding a pack of baby wipes.
“I-...alright, sure thing, thank you Adam…” Stanley stuttered slightly.
Adam stood up from the floor and carried the wipes over to the girls handing it over to them.
“Thank you!” Sarah smiled and took two wipes rubbing them together in her small palms.
Adam nodded and looked at Evelin, bringing the packet closer to her.
“I-I.. um…t-thank you…” Evelin muttered, quickly taking a baby wipe and backing away slightly.
Adam nodded again once more, leaving the girls and sitting next to Jonah, who had gone back to painting.
“Look Adam! I drew us!” He smiled a wide toothy smile and showed his painting to the other boy.
It was two awfully made stick figures standing in a white void that is the canvas. Underneath them was an odd shade of green and yellow mixed together to symbolize grass. The top left corner had a yellow circle with yellow lines spaced around it; the sun. One stick figure had a brown blob on its head, while the other had a bright yellow.
Adam smiled softly at Jonah’s painting.
“It looks amazing,” Adam complemented Jonah's work.
Jonah’s smile had grown, and he giggled. He was so happy that Adam had liked it.
“What did you paint?” Jonah tilted his head slightly and looked over at Adam’s painting.
Adam’s painting was a mess of colors and rough edges. In the center of the chaos was a white square box, left untouched by the splashes of paint. In the box was a small black dot.
Jonah had a confused expression.
“What is it?”
“....I don’t know..” Adam responded dully.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN, WHITE BOX
#tmc#the mandela catalogue#the kiddela catalogue#the mandela catalogue au#adam murray#mark heathcliff#jonah marshall#cesar torres#intruder#stanley m.#tw: implied dehumanizing#why is that not a tag?
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HI HOW ARE U DOING?
omg i haven't been in tumblr for a while D": i mean i wasn't that inactive, i logged in when i felt like it but i was not that active and interactive
so how have you been? :D have you been drinking enough water? have you been eating properly?
From my part i haven't been really well, i feel like everything is going bad instead of good, like i am not getting better but just getting worse and acting like i'm aren't. BUT luckily everything will get better :D i try to keep that mindset when i can ;;
BUT I'M NOT HERE TO COMPLAIN, MAN I AM SO MAD AT HALLOWEEN END, IT'S LIKE, I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY MINUTES PASSED AND WE DIDN'T GOT A CHANCE TO SEE MICHAEL MYERS. IN HIS OWN FUCKING MOVIE, i mean yeah corey was kinda hot but 😔 like man i wanted so bad to be horney for michael and in the end we didn't got as many scene moments to see him, AND IN THE FINAL MOMENTS HE GOT INSTANTLY KILLED, AND WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE TO HAVE SOME SCENES HE WAS JUST GETTING BULLIED BY COREY, I JUST- i don't know dude i got so excited for the movie and i just ended up dissapointed 😭 but well, at least it entertained me :D
ALSO, I WANT TO DRAW SOMETHING BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DRAW AND I WANT IT TO BE SLASHER THEMED SO PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS. IF I GET TO DRAW SOMETHING I WILL SHOW IT TO U ( >▽< )
(Also- i got another of those weird dreams with slashers 😭 i was really short but it was about billy lenz. I remember that in the dream i woke up in my room and billy was there in a corner and i obviously started screaming (i don't know if from fear or from enthusiasm) but then he tried to kill me, and all of suddendly i grabbed an fork from under my pillow (i don't know why) and started to threaten him HAJSJJA and for some reason he also had a fork and well we started having an fork fight. Then i woke up 💀 my dreams are really fucking weird but they are so funny i just can't get enough of them-)
WELL BYE SORRY IF THIS IS LONG BUT I LOVE INTERACTING WITH THIS ACCOUNT ;;-;;
OH MY GOD BRO HIIIII. I WAS GETTING KINDA WORRIED
You did the right thing in taking a break if you needed it. Don't force yourself into interacting or doing stuff that drains your already very low energy. Take good care okay? Eat, take your meds, drink water, try to go for a walk if you can and do something that makes you feel happy and relaxed. I DON'T WANT ONE OF MY FAV GREMLINS TO GET SICK OR ANYTHING OKAY?
But no for real bro, I may not know exactly what you're going through but I know the feeling of not getting anywhere good with your life and its really hard when you feel like that. Not gonna tell you yOu hAVe tO bE poSiTivE or yOu dOnT hAVe to WoRRy abOuT it. If you need to feel sad or you need to say rant ecc then do it bro. You have every right to feel bad or sad and to complain about it.
You're very right about the fact that things can't stay forever like this. One day it would be less hard to go on and other days won't, you just have to find some reasons to keep going until the good days come back. SO YEAH TAKE CARE AND DON'T LISTEN TO ANYONE GIVING YOU SHIT OR SAYING HOW OR HOW TO NOT FEEL.
Now speaking of halloween ends THAT SHIT WAS ASS. THEY BULLIED MY BELOVED PEEPAW, THEY TURN HIM INTO A USELESS OLD FART USING A SEWER AS A RETIREMENT HOUSE. THEY LET A DERANGED TWINK BEAT HIM UP AND STEAL HIS MASK AND CALL HIM AN OLD MAN.
Like for real WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT THAT MOVIE WAS SOMETHING RIGHT TO DO
Like I was so happy too about it cause I have been feeling like shit and I was so hyped to see some peepaw content JUST FOR THEM TO PULL THAT FUCKING SHIT.
Yes corey was hot, yes he was a good character BUT THEY RUINED HIM TOO SO WTF WAS THE POINT OF PUTTING HIM IN THE MOVIE.
ANYWAYS BRO YOU SAID YOU NEEDED SOME IDEAS FOR SLASHER DRAWINGS? I've been trying to draw slashers but like as cute ghost and doing Halloween things I KNOW ITS BASIC BUT YOU COULD TRY. YOU'RE CERTAINLY WILL DO BETTER THAN ME
Bro your dreams should be subject of study CAUSE AT THIS POINT NOT EVEN I CAN KEEP UP WITH THEM. WHERE DOES YOUR BRAIN FIND SO MUCH IMAGINATION
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on the first day of halloween my true boo gave to me...a sakura with a sword
Alright, only two people expressed interest in seeing this, so apologies to the rest of you. I'm thinking just tumblr drabbles, but some might get long. So, here's a little bit of Sakura's POV for a bit between chapter one and the as of yet unposted chapter two of i get knocked down (BUT I GET UP AGAIN). Enjoy.
Sakura itches her nose and tries to fight off the second hand embarrassment she’s getting from this whole…thing. Haku, next to her, is just staring in horror. Which is absolutely a reasonable response, and luckily on his henge’d face can easily be mistaken for terror.
Which is good, because they’re supposed to be civilians and ergo be terrified of all of this.
But really it’s just…really, really bad.
“Did they just —“ Haku’s mouth snaps shut as Sakura shoots him a look — her brown eyes might look softer than her normal green glare, but he’s always been a smart kid.
Not that he’s wrong. And really, she’d prefer he be horrified and disbelieving than think anything that’s happening is a good idea but —
Sakura squints slightly and then tilts her head, hand itching for her bingo book. That's not a symbol she knows. Which is just wrong. How can there be a village she doesn’t know? They’re wearing their forehead protectors proud, which is nice she supposes but…
“There are too many,” one of them is saying, not even bothering to keep their voice down, “we should just kill some here. Keep the healthiest.”
Sakura sighs and tilts her head back. Next to her Haku’s shoulder’s relax. Her lips curl slightly and she shakes her arms out.
Every few months she likes to have them henge up and join a caravan as civilians just to work on some of those subtle skills that being a missing-nin don’t emphasize, but it’s not like this is the first time she’s ended up doing something to defend the group — but normally that's because whoever’s attacking realize that there’s someone with chakra just chilling there.
These guys haven’t noticed, didn’t even notice when Sakura made a clone to join the children.
Haven’t even noticed that mist is slowly rising and curling around their ankles and higher, despite the bright sun beating down.
Which is just, hell, just insulting.
“Okay, I’m sorry," she says, stepping forward from the crowd where she’s been cowering with the others, “what fucking village are you from?” She considers and glances to the children, “whoops, sorry, cover your ears, that’s a bad word.”
“We’re Sound! And we’re going to —“ Sakura whistles sharply to cut them off and signal Haku.
“Sounds made up,” she says, “but I changed my mind, I don’t actually care. Okay, bye.”
The ice mirrors rise from the mist slowly, and she wants to applaud at both how smooth they move and how down right creepy it looks. Haku’s learning so much, she’s so proud.
Her hands go over her shoulders, even as the fake-ninja arm themselves and look around, one splitting into two which is just bizarre, to pull out Kabutowari even though he just looks like a backpack at the moment.
She still hasn’t bothered to drop the henge, probably won’t, since what she’s pulled out looks like a leg of lamb attached to a mirror with ribbon holding the two together which is, quite frankly, amusing enough to make her enjoy what’s probably going to be a brutally boring fight. She snickers to herself, deflects a blow with the mirror and then cracks a skull open with the lamb before flash stepping to the next one.
“Okay,” she says once they’ve raided what the civilians have left behind — she figures they escaped with their lives which obviously wasn’t going to be the case otherwise, so taking some of their shit as payment is reasonable, and they weren’t even there to argue so they must not’ve cared about it too much, “but ‘Sound’ is definitely fake, right?”
Haku shrugs and continues to examine the roll of silk he’s going to spend the next week bitching about carrying until they get to one of the few tailors they like.
“Oi, brat, don’t ignore me. Sound, fake or real? I kinda want to find out what’s up with that. Side trip?” Haku rolls his eyes and ignores her, so she reaches over to flick the side of his head — being very careful not to catch him with the sharp edge of her fingernail. “Show some respect, brat, we’re gonna go hunt down some fake ninja, it’ll be fun.”
“Yes, Sensei,” he says, dryly, giving her a look over the silk that makes her laugh — he’s come so far from the shy boy terrified of his own bloodline limit, she’s so proud.
#sakura haruno#haruno sakura#haku#seven swordsmen of the mist#my fic#the twelve days of halloween#i wasn't up to fictober this year#for new job reasons#but i think i can do this#this'll be fun
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Whumptober 2023
Day 29
(@whumptober)
By - B.W
⚠TW⚠
~ Swearing
~ Mentions of Death
~ Mentions of Suicide
~ Mentions of Abuse
Enjoy!
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“I know.. but this is a big deal for you, don’t let me hold you back..” Karyme talks into her phone.
“We’ve been through worse, long distance won’t break us.” She replies after a bit.
“I can visit, and so can you.” She says. “We’ll be fine.”
“Karyme!” Shouts a voice.
Karyme sighs. “Hey, I got to go, my mother’s calling me.. yea.. you know how she gets when I talk to you..”
“I’ll talk to you later, bye.” She says, hanging up the phone.
“Karyme!” Her mom shouts again.
“Coming..” Karyme mumbles, leaving her room.
She walks to the living room, where her mom stands, arms crossed. Immediately the air in the room becomes tense.
Karyme frowns. “What’s going on..?”
Her mom sighs. “That’s what I want you to explain to me.”
Karyme raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean.?”
Her mom makes a face. “I went to the pharmacy to refill my medication.. and they asked how your new medication was going.”
Karyme feels the blood drain from her face. “I-..”
“Care to explain what new medication?” Her mom asks.
Karyme looks away. “It’s for..”
“Well?”
“They’re for.. depression..”
Her mom only frowns. “You’re not depressed, Karyme.”
Karyme makes the same face. “How would you know? You’re never around..”
Her mom narrows her eyes. “Excuse you, but I think I know my daughter.”
“You only know what you want to know..” Karyme mumbles.
“That’s enough, Karyme.” Her mom says coldly. “The medication, hand it over.”
Karyme widens her eyes a bit. “..What.?”
“You heard me.” Her mom replies. “You’re only drugging yourself.”
Karyme frowns. “No.”
“What?”
“I’m 19, and I sorted that medication for myself. You can’t take it.”
“I’m your mother-“
“Only when it’s convenient..”
“That’s enough from you!” her mom shouts. “You need to learn your place!”
“Fuck that!” Karyme shouts back. “Can’t you see? You’re the reason I have to take that medication!”
“You’ve never had a reason to be upset!” Her mother retaliates. “That boy you’ve been with has corrupted you!”
“Don’t you talk bad about him.” Karyme says coldly. “He’s helped me open my eyes-“
“He’s taking you away from us!” Her mom says.
“No! That was what YOU did! When my uncle died, when my ex took advantage of me, when I tried to kill myself, guess what? You weren’t there!” Karyme shouts. “You’ve only ever been here when you want to belittle.. or hurt me..”
There’s a deafening silence as they both stand there.
“Go to your room.” Her mom mumbles. “I don’t want to see your face.”
“Typical.” Karyme mumbles back, heading back to her room.
Once she closes the door, tears begin to sting in her eyes. She wipes them away furiously, and looks at her phone.
The time reads 8 pm. Karyme sighs.
‘I still have time..’ She thinks to herself.
She hears the front door slam closed, and the start of an engine.
This was her chance.
She is quick to pack her valuables, and discard anything of no use. Once she’s finished, she picks up her phone and calls Kaiden.
His voice picks up right away, at it calms Karyme again.
“Hey..” Karyme mumbles, cringing at how hoarse her voice sounds. “No, I’m fine, really..”
“..yeah.. we did..” Karyme replies. “It’s fine, it’s over with..”
She sighs. “What time do you leave again.?” She asks. “Right, 10 pm.. no reason, I just wanted to know..”
“..yeah, I’ll let you finish packing.. I’ll talk to you soon..” She says, hanging up.
She drags her suitcases out the front door, and down the street. She walks until she spots the bus stop. She sighs, deep in thought was she waits.
‘Should I have left a note..?’ She thinks to herself. ‘No.. why would I..?’
She lifts her head up as she sees the bus approach. She sighs, and boards without another thought..
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It’s dark out, and cold. Karyme keeps walking, checking the time every minute.
She can’t be late..
..what if she just told him.?
No.. there’s no reason to..
She picks up the pace, pulling her jacket closer to her shivering body. She walks until she spots a familiar black car, which is empty.
She turns her head towards the house, which has the door open.
Karyme takes the opportunity to rest, only turning her head when she hears something.
She spots Kaiden, and takes a deep breath.
“..surprise..?” She mumbles.
Kaiden widens his eyes a bit. “Karyme.? What are you doing here.?”
She sighs. “Room for one more.?”
He walks over to her. “What happened.?”
Once he’s close enough, she hugs him, trying to keep it together.
“I want to go with you..” She mumbles.
“But you said-“ He starts.
“Please..” She asks softly.
Kaiden sighs. “Are you sure.? Do your parents know?”
“Yes.. and no.” Karyme replies.
Kaiden frowns. “They’ll report you as missing-“
“I already took care of that.” Karyme says. “..don’t leave me here..”
Kaiden hugs her tight. “Wouldn’t dream of it..”
He lets go of the hug. “Do you have your things?”
Karyme nods, eyeing her bags. They’re quickly loaded in the car and Kaiden sighs.
“Alright..” He says slowly. “..then we’re set, no?”
“I guess so..” Karyme replies.
Kaiden frowns at her. “You need a better jacket, it’s freezing out tonight.”
“I’m fine-“
“You’ll catch a cold.”
“Kaiden..” Karyme groans.
“Here.” He says, taking off his jacket and putting it on her.
Karyme frowns at him. “Now you’ll get cold..”
“I’ll be fine.” He says. “Selyna knows how sick you get when it’s cold.”
”Hypocrite..” Karyme mumbles.
Kaiden smiles a bit. “Just get in the car.”
Karyme gets in the car, sitting silently. When Kaiden gets in, he gives her a weird look.
“You sure you’re okay?” He asks.
Karyme glances at him. “..kinda..”
“We’ll talk about it later.” He says, starting the car.
“Are you going to drive all night.?” Karyme asks.
Kaiden shakes his head. “Only for a bit, we can stop at a hotel for the night.”
Karyme nods, going back to looking out the window.
Kaiden starts to drive away from the familiar town.
Karyme did it.
She really did it.
She’s free.
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#whumptober#whumptober day 29#whump writing#i have some things to explain#So basically I wrote day 29 on the 29th#But it didn’t save#And that really demotivated me#So I gave up#but it’s the last day#So I’m going to pull through and finish this#Part 30 & 31 will be up sometime today as well#so look out for that#anywaysss that’s all for rn#and as always#enjoy! :)
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thots about my first b/g/3 playthrough especially wrt my character (utter disaster of a druid) spoilers for the whole game obviously
honestly im still Going Thru It (in all meanings of the term) but just in hindsight this playthrough is so funny.
i played as foxfoot, a half wood elf circle of the moon druid.
now that i think back on it, over the course of the playthrough he:
failed to save the shadow-cursed lands - i got everyone at last light killed because isobel 'died' in the battle and got kidnapped so i just decided to roll with it. i thought that ended halsin's questline (i think there may have been a way around it though?) so i never completed it and left halsin behind.
like i'm also a DRUID that should be my thing even astarion was like 'ugh typical druid (halsin) they care more about nature than people! er but not you of course' but hey we just had...other pressing things to attend to!! can't be helped
obviously, romancing astarion, letting him bite me and supporting him feeding on animals despite that 1. i can talk to animals and i care about the animals and 2. the undead just being the antithesis of what is natural in the first place. but look. we all have blind spots. it could happen to any of us. and it has, clearly
didnt ascend astarion because i wanted to break the cycle of abuse (good!) and then deciding to free 7000 VAMPIRES because i felt i couldn't justify astarion being allowed to live whilst saying the others should die.
i have either doomed baldur's gate, or the ecosystem/races of the underdark. with 7000 VAMPIRES. literally obliterated the natural order in one fell swoop. look, nature will just have to adapt to them okay.
funnily enough i am still somehow able to justify his actions from an in-character standpoint, not that i can put it into words rn. but the really shortened version is: umm he's actually kind of a selfish and self-interested asshole, he's not downright evil enough to leave baldur's gate to get destroyed by a giant brain, but....thats also in no small part just because HE doesn't want to be a mind flayer..............
literally i turned against the emperor, saved orpheus, then when orpheus was like 'welllll one of us is going to have to become illithid' i literally was like 'i'm not becoming a mind flayer.' lmao
then at the end i send wyll and karlach to avernus because 1. foxfoot is literally the first to get fucked up in every battle, he will be a fucking liability in hell besides his virtue of being able to become an owlbear and 2. most importantly my vampire boyfriend just started burning up in the sun im really sorry guys but i have to go Thataway now bye bye!!
and in the end i chose the dialogue option saying astarion and i should go to the underdark to find the vampire spawn. which i was really happy was an option. so for me somehow, it was a really good ending, despite everything being so bittersweet. and umm...irresponsible.
im kind of really curious how insufferable this guy (foxfoot) would be in a dnd campaign.........but tbh, the whole reason i made the choices i did was because i when i got attached to the companions, i just made whatever choices i thought would benefit them (or at least, whatever foxfoot's idea of benefiting them was). so he would actually be a great ally, once his trust is gained. he's just chaotic as fuck also
#i would like to post some stuff about him eventually#cause i even made a whole back story for him#tag: text post
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Ibrance, party of one… Ok, that’s kind of lame, but I can’t sleep. I don’t know if this is a legitimate side effect or a psychosomatic one. I was not thrilled to be beginning a new line of treatment tonight (or in general). Line ONE should do the trick. It should be most effective. It’s the gold standard according to every second opinion doctor I met with prior to treatment even beginning. It’s supposed to kill the cancer proteins. Starting a second line, especially one that comes with all of the same side effects as the first line of treatment is like being back at square one. I’m scared I’m going to lose my energy and go right back to sleeping and being in bed all day as the meds kill the cancer proteins. Fuck, I STILL have to use the words “cancer proteins”. It doesn’t get easier almost a year later.
I had an appointment with my primary care physician yesterday. The last one ever. She is leaving the practice because of the rules Penn has placed on their doctors to see “X” amount of patients in “X” amount of time per day. As a physician, I am sure it’s frustrating to be told how much time you can allot to one patient, especially when they have a significant illness or complications. She did have some different insight on my back pain which I was happy about— because “ghost pain” sans an amputation wasn’t cutting it with me. The hypothesis is that I likely have some nerve pain in my back, or a pinched nerve. This explains why sitting and standing emphasize the pain, while laying down alleviates it. She ordered an MRI, but the first available appointment is for August 3rd. “A shortage of technicians” is what the scheduler stated. I immediately contacted my Jefferson care team to see if there was anyway this could be expedited. The last thing I want is to miss out on Colorado because I can’t sit or stand. I left a message with my oncologist not expecting a response until today (06/29/23), alas, he called me last night and is getting an appointment STAT.
Side note, I love saying “STAT”, it makes me feel official.
I finally return to therapy and psychiatry tomorrow. These will be my first appointments since my 10 day hospital stay (sang like the words “3 hour tour” from the Gilligan’s Island theme song (And speaking of older shows, the man who plays the character Herman Munster is also the judge in My Cousin Vinny… look it up, you’re welcome)). I’m both excited and anxious for these appointments. Excited because it’s been too long for me to be without these services and anxious because I am not sure if I am going to be told my progress sans anti-depressant has been some type of mania. To me, it’s progress, although, I recognize the need for my antidepressant and am looking forward to restarting it. I am hoping the adjunct I have been taking can help me find a middle ground in life. A nice easy place where I sleep regular hours and have motivation to do the simple things like laundry, versus returning to the world of sleeping all day and accomplish nothing because I don’t wake up until 4pm. YES! That was my normal. I don’t want to go back there. Especially after enjoying English Muffins each morning with my Mom-Mom while we discuss our plans for the day.
I suppose that is enough for my medical fears and updates.
Outside of these “developments”, I have attempted a reconnection with my estranged family as my uncle has an incurable Glioblastoma and is in hospice care. I feel terrible for this man who was intelligent, determined, loving and stubborn to a fault (which he learned from his father). He was a good father to his children, and even to me when I was a child and spent many summers at his home or on vacations that he and his wife lavished upon me. We used to be so close. It’s funny how estrangement happens and no one wants to be the owner of the reason. In the end, I will eat the blame, just so I can have a chance to say good bye. Is that right? No. And frankly, I’m more than a little pissed off about it. How do you put adult responsibilities in a child’s hands and then shame them for being unable to meet your expectations of them. I have a distinct memory of baby sitting for my other aunt and uncle for a week during the summer in high-school. At the time, they lived about a mile away from my ill uncle. I spent the money I earned to buy my aunt a birthday present and she snubbed me for weeks over not coming to see her despite the gift. Why? Because I didn’t come see them while I wasn’t babysitting. I was 15, I had a boyfriend and friends who, at the time felt more important, as those things do at t hat age. Emotional maturity never seemed to be a strong suit for that side of the family and I recall it causing many rifts and hurt feelings for many. Especially “S” children. At the end of the day, I just want to do the right thing. But as I have said before, why does the right thing always mean I’m eating the blame? It hurts. I loved them all once upon a time and thought the sun shone out of all of their asses. Little did I know that my father was giving me the best upbringing I could have had in life. One with just the right amount of hardship to teach me how to earn things for myself, how to be a decent human and to love where it was deserved.
Newsflash: Money does not equal everything, nor does it equal a happy life. Though I am sure it doesn’t hurt.
Why did karma decide I could have a long life with a stage IV diagnosis, while others I love have a stage IV diagnosis and quickly deteriorate and die? I can’t reconcile it with anything I have in my heart.
I’m starting to get teary eyed while typing this, and at 3:35am, I should probably try to get some sleep for my body’s sake. As always, thanks for listening (or reading). El Fin.
#fated with mbc#confessions of a cancer patient#stage iv deserves more#metastatic breast cancer#stage iv metastatic breast cancer#breast cancer#metastaticbreastcancer#grieving adult child#memories#healthcare#chronic conditions#medical fears
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