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February 17, 2021: Desert Hearts (Review)

Another late one! School just went fully remote for a couple of weeks, so I had some things to prepare yesterday! Nevertheless, let’s get this underway!

This was a lovely movie. I mean it! While I don’t think it’s overall quality is quite equal to other recent films I’ve seen, this was still a wonderful movie, and one that I’ll definitely be happy to watch again at some point! But OK, it’s not quite equal to other films I’ve seen? I should explain that a little.

Sonce, oh, around The Bridges of Madison County or so, the romantic dramas I’ve been watching have definitely been pretty...intense. Not necessarily negative or positive (well, OK, mostly negative), but a bit, well...dramatic. And this film is definitely a romantic drama...but it’s UCH less intense than those movies. This is legit a romance film that I could leave on in the background while doing something, and look up every one in a while and say, “oh, yeah, it’s this scene. I’ll sit down and watch this for a sec.” Then, knowing me, I’d watch the whole movie again, but you get the point.

This movie is lovely, and it’s going to be one of my favorite romances for the onth (and the chemistry of the two leads deserves my finest chef’s kiss), but...it’s not Brokeback, or Carol, or CMbYN. And did it deserve to be slept on at the Oscars? Well, what was it competing against?

Oh FUCK, is that The Color Purple? YIKES, bruv. OK, what bout Best Actress? Helen Shaver should’ve at least been nominated, so was up for that one?

OH SHIT MERYL

Uhhhhh...OK, Best Director? Donna Dietch did a pretty good job.

OH DEAR SHIT IS THAT AKIRA KUROSAWA???

...Best Adapted Screenplay?

AH FUCK IT’S THE COLOR PURPLE AGAIN

And the worst part is...NONE of those nominees WON those prizes. Yeah, this movie was FUUUUUUCKED. But, still, it’s a cult classic now, so that’s good! But what did I think of it? Well, check out the Recap first for some on-the-fly thoughts; it’s here and here. Otherwise, look out below for the Review!

Review

Cast and Acting: 8/10

OK, before I say anything else, I want to explain why this is an 8/10, rather than anything higher. The reason is because, for the most part, the acting was good...but not perfect. I never really lost sight of the fact that I was watching people perform these lines. It’s hard to explain, but there’s an inherent artificiality to the film. Might be because of the time it was made, might be the direction, but...I dunno, it was somewhat lacking in certain spots for me. Especially as compared to the last several movies, all of whom have been dramatic dynamos. OK? Now...

Helen Shaver and Patricia Charbonneau are great. I mean that, both of them are real good, especially with each other in terms of chemistry. Individually, they may not have been perfect (Charbonneau felt, at certain times, a liiiiiiiiittle forced), but their chemistry was sizzling, and I still enjoyed watching them! Side character actors are mostly fine, but some credit definitely has to be given to Audra Lindley for her turn as Frances. Again, not a perfectly acted role, but emotionally dimensional, and I appreciate that. So, a little mixed here, but good overall!

Plot and Writing: 9/10

This is basically the reverse of Carol, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. In fact, if anything, I like this plot just a little more in some ways. In some ways. It’s funny, because both of these films end with a somewhat ambiguously happy ending, but they get there in wholly different fashions, each of which seems fitting. Anyway, writing in here is done by Natalie Cooper, based off on a 1962 book by Jane Rule, and it’s good! Definitely a very romantic movie all around, and the writing very successfully reflects that intention.

Directing and Cinematography: 8/10

This is Donna Dietch’s first film, and for the record, she has been an out lesbian since this film came out, which is great! I feel like I don’t hear about a lot of LGBT directors, and the fact that she made an LGBT film in 1985 is fantastic. Again, very glad I watched this movie! Anyway, her directorial style isn’t overly apparent, but she definitely knows how to film things romantically. Some of the scenes when Vivian and Cay are together look amazing. Cinematography by Robert Elswit also has something to do with that, and this film overall looks fantastic. It’s not really a Brokeback Mountain in appearance, but it’s still great!

Production and Art Design: 8/10

This one is interesting. Because this film takes place, it turns out, in 1959, and it doesn’t feel that way half the time. I get that I might be too much of a stickler for period authenticity, but if you’re gonna make a period film, then I gotta feel it. Other than that, though, everything and everyone looks pretty good. However, MASSIVE PROPS to whoever figured out Vivian’s outfits and transformation, because that is all GODDAMN EFFECTIVE. They effortlessly and realistically took a repressed academic woman, and turned her into someone who wanted more out of her life and out of love, and didn’t even know it. Some credit to Helen Shaver here, who’s fantastic, but seriously...nice job on wardrobe!

Music and Editing: 7/10

...OK, I may need to reexamine how I examine music on here. I mean, part of this little project is to refine my taste in film, and decide how I judge movies, right? Anyway, the reason I say this is because, well...music was fine, but I wouldn’t put in on my playlist. Which I know I’ve said FAR TOO MANY TIMES, and I should adjust that parameter. But, in my defense, I did put “Quizas, Quizas, Quizas” on my playlist, so I’m not just bluffing with that statement. Anyway, music was basically all preexisting tracks, which is totally fine...but I remember none of it. Like...NONE of it. Editing was fine (done by Robert Estrin), and there were noticeable wipes that never felt jarring or anything, but...yeah, music’s drawing a blank for me. Still, I know it wasn’t bad by any means...just wasn’t memorable for me.

Well, that’s an 80%, but this really was a delightful movie!

Seriously, if my friends are ever in the mood for a more serious (but not drainingly serious) romance, then I’ll throw this one on the table! I’d definitely watch it again. Like I said, it was delightful!

And with that...well, let’s see. Watch two films featuring L, two featuring G, technically B was in there somewhere...Shall we go for a T?

February 18, 2021: The Danish Girl (2015)

#desert hearts #donna deitch #helen shaver #vivian bell #patricia charbonneau #cay rivvers #romance february #romance film #romance films #LGBT film #LGBT films #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 days 365 movies #365 movies a year #fuckyesmerylstreep #usercande

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ryqoshay · 3 years

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Tri-Arame: RPG Night

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Secondary Pairings: AiRina, Shizu??? Words: ~2.8k Rating: T’ish for some fantastical violence and a mildly suggestive ending Time Frame: First year of college? Maybe second? Dunno yet Story Arc: Stand Alone (for now... I may indulge more in this later)

Author’s Note: This may be my most self-indulgent chapter yet; doing a crossover of sorts with my own unpublished work and even bringing in my screennamesake. And trying a new formatting style to boot. But after Setsu’s Bond episode revealed she liked TTRPGs, I couldn’t stop thinking about this. Well, except to get sidetracked by writing two other scenes...

Anyway for those who are unfamiliar with my D&D story - read: at least 95% of my readers, probably more but that's the cap for a d20 - names may get a bit messy and confusing. Most of my OCs have a given name, family name and a call sign. And several have nicknames. I’ll give a list of who is playing who here at the start, but for a bit more information on the in-game characters, please refer to the notes in my Followup Post.

Player - Character Call Sign - Character Name Setsuna - Dungeon Master Yuu - Ryqoshay - Rebecca Bouteillevoix Ayumu - Yozakura - Hakumei Yaiba Rina - Nullsilver Luna Ai - Recipere (Rx) - Rachel Ira Xaviera Shizuku - Lady Sanguine - Vivian Sexton / Sanguine

Ryqoshay couldn’t help a smirk as she took careful aim. It didn’t matter that her bodyguard, Yozakura, was engaging her intended target in close quarters, in fact that was a boon. The girl knew her best friend’s fighting style better than anyone, so it was merely a task of picking the right moment. The bandit wouldn’t know what hit him.

Dodge. Feint. Parry. Strike. Now. She released her arrow.

“Nice! A Nat 20! Roll to confirm your crit. Perfect. Now for damage and don’t forget your bonus.”

“Yatta!” Ryqo cheered as the bandit collapsed, clutching his throat where the arrow had struck. The man was dead before he hit the ground and the raven-haired archer scampered toward the blonde ninja. “Yoza-chan! Thanks for keeping him distracted for me!” she threw herself into a tackling hug.

“Y-Yuu-chan?” Yoza stammered. “What are you doing?”

“Yuu-chan?” Ryqo cocked her head to side. “Who’s that? I’m Ryqo, remember?”

“Are you guys talking in character or OOC?”

“O-Oh… uhm, sorry Setsuna-chan… I meant Ryqo-chan.”

“Ne, Ayumu, would a super serious girl like Yozakura really use -chan?”

“Aren’t they childhood friends?”

“Well, yeah, kinda like you and me, but…”

“Honestly, are you two in or out of character?”

“Sorry, Shizuku-chan, we’re still learning our characters.”

“It’s alright. Maybe we can talk more about things after this battle is done?”

The DM cleared her throat. “Anyway, Sanguine, you’re up.”

A manic bout of laughter from nearby caught their attention.

“That’s the last of ‘em!” Lady Sanguine practically shouted as she stood over the bodies of several bandits, her two longswords coated in almost as much blood as she was herself. “Too easy! You guys are a hundred years too early to think you could defeat me. And look, your blood has barely sated my blades. Pitiful! More! I demand more bloodshed!”

“Were we not to leave at least one alive for interrogation?” Recipere made her way over to the redheaded barbarian, healing magicks already gathering around her hands.

“Woops…” Ryqo chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, while refusing the remove the other arm from around Yoza. “I was just caught up in watching Viv-ne-chan take down all those bad guys that I didn’t want to be left out of the fun.”

“Woah, I got you, I got you, Vivian.” The blonde cleric said as the barbarian collapsed into her arms.

Vivian mumbled something unintelligible as her rage subsided and her personified bloodlust retreated into her mind.

”What’s up, Setsuna-chan?”

“Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” The DM’s giggles betrayed her words as she read something from her phone. “I’m awarding Inspiration to Vivian Sexton.”

“Thanks.” Shizuku responded with a smile. “This Vivian/Sanguine persona switching thing is turning out to be quite interesting.”

“Ne, Luna-chan!” Ryqo called over to the team’s artificer. “Was that really all of them?”

Nullsiver Luna held a finger to her lips as she stared at some device in her hand. Silence reigned in the roadside clearing for almost a full minute, the local fauna having long since been scared off by the sounds of the battle that had finally ended. Suddenly, the orange-haired girl pointed and a moment later, an anguished cry sounded from a stand of shrubs a short way into the woods. From the sky, something dived into a nearby tree while something else scampered across the road into the brush.

“Race you there, Yoza-chan.” Ryqo let go of her bodyguard and made for the bushes.

“Y… Ryqo, wait! It’s dangerous, let me go first!”

“Nope!” The archer cried happily over her shoulder. “If you wanna get there first, you gotta be faster than me!”

Yozakura couldn’t help releasing a frustrated grumble before she followed her charge. With her training, however, she easily caught up to and passed the other girl, but remained annoyed as the two approached the scene.

“What in Karla’s name are these things?!” A young man, not much older than the two girls cried, his eyes shifting rapidly among several gathered devices.

“They are my familiars.” A blue-haired artificer stepped into view.

“Wait, Rinari, wasn’t Luna’s hair orange earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Huh…”

“Itov Altiui, to me.” Nullsiver held out her arm, upon which the bird-like contraption landed and stood like a well-trained hawk. “Moxt Tonash, Weyog Kornari, maintain your positions.” She instructed the cat-like and spider-like automatons.

“Where did you come up with names like those, Rinari? I love them! You have to tell me what they mean!”

“I’m interested as well, Rina-san. I was intrigued when I read them in your character bio and would love to work something into a future campaign.”

“… I can send it to you two…”

“Thanks, Rinari!”

“Yes, thank you. Anyway, where were we?”

“Those don’t look like any familiars I’ve seen.” The bandit continued.

“I made them.” Luna responded simply.

“Well, now that we have your attention,” Rx suddenly appeared from the direction of the road, a fully healed Vivian in tow “we have a few questions for you.”

“I’m not telling you anything!” The young man practically shouted.

“Oh ho?” The redheaded barbarian grinned, slowly drawing her swords.

The bandit flinched, but otherwise remained defiant.

“We just want to know where your boss and the rest of your gang is hiding.” Ryqo spoke up.

The bandit spat towards the girl’s feet.

“Take me to your leader!” The archer demanded.

“Yuu-chan…”

“What’s the matter, Ayu-pyon? That was hilarious!”

“As amusing as that was,” the DM interjected “I’m afraid neither of your Intimidation checks were successful. Would someone else like to try their hand?”

“Like I said, I ain’t telling you guys nothing!” The bandit insisted. “The boss will kill me if I gave away our hideout’s location.”

“You realize, of course, that we’ll kill you if you don’t.” Rx stated, matter-of-factly.

The young man glanced among Vivian and Yozakura’s blades, Ryqo’s bow and the three automatons. “You guys ain’t got nothing on the boss.”

“Tell me.” The artificer began. “When you cried out earlier, was it because Weyog Kornari bit you?”

“You mean this thing?” He kicked at the spider, which dodged with ease.

“Yes.”

“What of it? It didn’t hurt much.”

Luna raised an eyebrow but did not attempt to dispute the claim. “I believe I should inform you that you have been poisoned.”

“Yeah, so?”

“You may not feel much now, but you will. Soon. Everyone reacts a little different, so you may notice some blurred vision, shortness of breath, chills, perhaps some perspiration despite the chills…” She spoke in an almost unnerving monotone as she continued to list potential symptoms of the toxin.

The bandit held a hand up and stared at its visible shaking.

“Ah. I see. That would be your nerves being attacked at the chemical level.”

The bandit suddenly convulsed.

“It will hurt. A lot.” Luna continued to explain solemnly. “Until it reaches your heart. Then it will hurt more.” She knelt beside him and held out a tiny vial for him to see. “This is the antidote. Only this can save you as I have ensured my poisons cannot be cured by magical means.”

The young man tried to reach for the vial but ended up clutching at his chest before convulsing again and curling into a fetal position.

“Tell us the location of your base of operations.”

“Alr…” The bandit began before choking off. Despite his entire body shaking now, he managed to make what appeared to be a nodding motion.

“Recipere, Lady Sanguine, please hold him.” Luna requested of her guildmates.

“Right.” Rx replied, moving forward, alongside Vivian.

Once the spasming man was secure, Luna pulled the cork from the vial and upturned it into his mouth. Within moments, his shakes began to fade until he lay still completely.

“Is he dead?” Ryqo asked, poking at his arm with the end of her bow.

Vivian delivered a quick backhand across the bandit’s face. His eyes snapped open and he gasped.

“Ready to talk now?” Ryqo leaned over the bandit with an all too cheerful grin. “If you’re really that worried about what your boss might do to you for spilling the beans, let me assure you we’ll be taking care of him as soon as you tell us where he is. Then you’ll be free to run along and join some other bad guys and we’ll meet again when some other town hires us to get rid of you. Sound like a plan? I think it sounds fun.”

The young man stared up in confusion at the archer. His gaze drifted over to Luna, then to the spider automaton and back to the artificer. With a sigh he began to reveal the location of the hideout.

“Alright, that seems like a good place to call things for the night.” Setsuna said, glancing up over the top of her DM screen. “But before I forget, Rina-chan, Nullsilver was the one to get the bandit to talk and your performance was quite chilling so I’m awarding her Inspiration.”

“Mm.” Rina confirmed with a nod.

“Rinari, that was amazing!” Ai marveled, leaning over to throw an arm around her girlfriend and pull her close. “It honestly sent shivers down my spine.” She giggled as she nuzzled the younger girl’s cheek. “Who would’ve thought you could be so evil.”

“Not evil. Just not good.”

“Rina-chan’s right.” Setsuna nodded. “You’re from a guild of mercenaries, technically none of you are good; you’re all Neutral on that scale. Sure, you’re currently contracted with a town that’s more good leaning, but you could just have easily been hired by the bandits instead.”

“Oh dear, is that the time?” Shizuku sighed as she checked her phone. She looked across the table at Ai and Rina. “We’ve missed the last trains of the night.”

“You guys can stay here if you want.” Yuu offered.

“That’s not the problem.” Shizuku lamented. “She’s not going to be happy…” She started typing something on her phone.

Ai laughed. “Just tell her to join us next time.”

“Next session would actually be the perfect time for a new player to join.” Setsuna pointed out. “We can work it into the story that you guys sent for another merc from your guild to assist in the raid of the bandit camp. And I can adjust the threat levels of the encounter as needed.”

Shizuku nodded. “I’ll be sure to ask her again…” Her phone chimed and she frowned upon checking the message. “I know I’m about to get an earful, but I’m going to call her.” She stood up.

“You can use my room.” Yuu said. “If you’re good with a couch, you can use that, otherwise Ayumu will have to help me find our guest futon.”

“Thank you, the couch will be fine.” The younger girl nodded and excused herself.

“Yuyu, you still don’t have an actual bed?” Ai asked.

“I like it.” Yuu shrugged. “Though I suppose there is one bed I prefer these days.” She pointed a thumb over her shoulder to indicate Ayumu’s bed behind her.

“Of course.” Ai turned to Setsuna. “So, does that mean we’re to take your room, Setsu?”

“Yes.” Setsuna nodded. “Everything is clean because, well…”

“Because you sleep here.” Ai chuckled.

“Y-yes…”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you all fit.”

“It’s actually quite comfortable.” Ayumu spoke up, somehow managing to sound less embarrassed than the dusting of red on her cheeks would have otherwise indicated.

“Well we’ll leave you to it, then. C’mon, Rinari.” Ai stood and took the pink-haired girl’s hand.

“Mm.” Rina affirmed, allowing herself to be led out of the room.

“Setsuna-chan!” Yuu threw herself at the raven-haired girl as soon as the door closed.

“Yuu-san? Wha…?” Though the behavior was by no means out of the ordinary, it still surprised Setsuna.

“I’m sorry!”

“Huh?”

“I spent the entire night flirting with Ayumu.”

“You mean your character flirted with hers.”

“Yeah.”

“But, that was perfectly in character? I figured you two would act that way based on the bios you gave me for them.”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t want you to feel left out.”

Upon realizing what Yuu meant, Setsuna laughed lightly. However, she stopped when she felt herself being embraced from the other side as well. “Ayumu-san?”

“Yuu-chan is right,” the redhead said softly “we don’t want you to feel left out.”

“You guys, I…”

“Hey, I know!” Yuu interrupted. “There’s a bunch of other mercs in the guild, right? Why not write up a character of your own to join in the campaign?”

“That’s a good idea.” Ayumu agreed. “I’d like to see what kind of character Setsuna-chan might play.”

“And then I could have my character flirt with Setsuna-chan’s in-game as well!” Yuu concluded.

Setsuna’s mind spun through several possibilities. But as she glanced back and forth between the faces of her two girlfriends, still snuggled in close, something snapped. “Impossible! I can’t!” She cried before a wave embarrassment washed over her from the outburst. “I mean… I…” she fumbled to explain “I have enough to do as DM running the game. It would be too distracting to try to play a character on top of that. Especially if…” She trailed off.

“Especially if…?” Yuu pressed.

“… Especially if you two were flirting with me…” Setsuna admitted sheepishly.

Yuu laughed. “Don’t worry, Setsuna-chan, it would probably be just me doing the flirting, I don’t think Ayumu knows how.”

“I do too know how to flirt.” Ayumu stated, reaching across Setsuna to punch Yuu lightly in the arm.

“Pouting isn’t flirting, it’s just cute.” Yuu pointed out in an amused tone.

“Mmph...” Ayumu puffed her cheeks.

“Case in point.”

“Ayumu-san was indeed very cute tonight with her reactions to Yuu-san.” Setsuna recalled, thankful for a moment’s respite as Yuu focused on Ayumu. “You played your characters well and were in perfect sync in battle. I’m really looking forward to our next session.”

“We did good?” Yuu blinked.

“Very much so.” Setsuna nodded. “With the exceptions of the occasional name slip and confusion about in or out of character talk, but those kinds of things happen in many games. So, honestly, if I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t have guessed this was the group’s first session together.”

“Oh…”

“Huh?”

“Well, it’s just I thought I wasn’t doing as good as the others because I never earned any Inspiration awards.” Yuu explained. “Ayumu didn’t either.”

Setsuna replayed the night’s game in her head, scouring it for memories of each award. She had recorded them in a document on her laptop, but with her girlfriends hanging off her arms, she was unable to confirm with certainty.

“I know!” Yuu suddenly spoke up, excitement in her voice. “Maybe if we get you some of your favorite snacks for next time, that will earn us a few points?”

Setsuna shook her head. “Sorry, no. Actions taken outside the game like that shouldn’t have an effect in game.”

“Maybe I can give you a massage?”

“That’s even worse.”

“Even though you love me?” Yuu cooed.

“Yuu-san, it is because I love you that I need to take extra precautions. I refuse to participate in the impropriety of playing favorites, or even giving the impression that I am. It would be unfair to the other players and jeopardize the enjoyment of everyone.”

“But is it fair to ignore her completely?” Ayumu interjected.

Had she really not awarded any Inspiration to either Yuu or Ayumu? Setsuna tried to recall again.

“Shizuku-chan was awarded Inspiration for making you laugh with inner dialogue acting.” Ayumu continued. “But Yuu-chan also made you laugh multiple times with her antics, yet…”

“Hrm…”

“Rina also earned some for her great acting and giving us all the chills. And while I don’t think Yuu-chan’s character could do the same, she certainly entertains in other ways.”

Setsuna sighed. “Perhaps I was being too cautious.” She conceded. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Yuu said with a smile before craning her neck so she could press a kiss against Setsuna’s cheek.

That was quick. Then again, it was Yuu. Still… “I can’t fairly grant awards via retcon, but I promise I will try to be more fair going forward. I really do want everyone to have fun with this game.”

“We are having fun.” Ayumu assured.

“It was even obvious that Rina-chan was having the time of her life.” Yuu pointed out. “And maybe Shizuku-chan can convince a sixth to join. And if Ayumu and I weren’t having fun we wouldn’t be so excited about the next session.”

Setsuna smiled. “Thank you. So long as my players are interested in continuing, I’ll do my best to DM a good game for them.”

“We know.” Yuu’s tone changed a bit. “And all that hard work deserves a reward, right Ayumu?”

Setsuna gasped as a hand slipped under her sleepshirt to push fingertips past the hem of her shorts and graze across the skin near her bellybutton.

Yuu giggled. “I think Ayumu’s getting a little impatient to issue your reward.”

Whatever Setsuna was about to say in response was cut off as Ayumu covered her mouth with her own.

Author’s Note Continued in Followup Post

#YuuAyuSetsu #Takasaki Yuu #Yuki Setsuna #Uehara Ayumu #Tri-Arame #Love Live Nijigasaki #fanfic

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klaviergavinwiki · 4 years

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i’m thinking about doing Inkt*ber this year again or at least doing a few traditional drawings and i gotta reprise human vivian

#might call it like #tradtober or something #or maybe i'll just call it inkt*ber fuck it he's not getting my money just from a hashtag artist friends what are y'alls thoughts #maybe just drawtober

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randomikemendegen · 4 years

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I'm excited for the game to finally come out (even if I live in North America😅) but the tension is killing me on the waiting list, how about you and your ocs, are they excited to attend the school and adventure as well? (-From Kaiyahna Meeks🙂)

(A/N: F*ck, I got the wrong ask earlier- ALSDJSADLKASJDASKD I’m so very sorry holy hell- there’s quite a bit in my inbox that I got confused lololol- I rly should clean up owo;;)

LOLOLOL I’M SO LATE TO GETTING TO THIS I’M SORRY ASJDASKDJASLD (I rly gotta clean up my asks/inbox sooner or later qwq)

Quintin is feeling pretty nervous!! It’s his first day after all, though luckily enough Seisear is in Heartslabyul too so he’s not feeling too much dread. Quin just wants to get through the entire school years by without anything drastic or problem happening…. (Well, he won’t exactly get his wish due to the dumbass group lol)

Seisear on the other hand is quite thrilled to be going back to school, since it means that it will be another year that he gets to “fulfil [his] wish”.… that, and he’s just generally excited seeing the school and being able to prank on his dorm mates again~. (And it’s another year again of being a thorn on Riddle’s side yet again, *sigh*)

Lala is NOT happy. Like. AT ALL. She’s pouting as Shir is trying to remind her about their deal that they made during their death match. Lala doesn’t wanna go to “this stuck-up school full of know-it-alls”…. But she IS a king of her word, and a deal was a deal. She just sighs and immediately sets a goal of taking down whoever is her dorm leader. (She actually did challenge Leona. It ended in a draw, of sorts.)

Ophiou is extremely anxious to the point he doesn’t wanna go to school at all, but he does anyways since he promised his mom he would do his best. Like Quin, he doesn’t want to get involved any trouble during this year, and/or the next, either… so his solution to that is to simply try his absolute best to blend into the crowd and draw as little attention as possible. (Again, with the dumbass group around, impossible :P)

Cirnu isn’t sure if she feel excited or something, but assumes that it’s like that. She can’t wait to see the same old faces, but even more so simply cannot wait to see the new junior students. Sure, they may test her patience every now and then, but she always forgives them in the end since that’s how children are~. (Once again, she ends up trying to remind everyone again about inviting Malleus to any occasion/party while Lilia is finding this amusing all over again)

Berebis is totally 100% neutral, well, to be specific… HE COULD NOT GIVE A SINGLE SHIT. Bel doesn’t expect this year to be exciting or thrilling or whatever in the slightest; it wasn’t last year, so why should he expect the same of this year? … well, the only thing he’s looking forward to is the Potions class and snoozing off in the library again, so that’s that. (His attitude quickly irritates Sebek despite being the latter’s senpai, to which Bel clearly doesn’t give a fuck about)

Fuyume… has no idea how to feel. I mean, sure it’s her first day at NRC, but she doesn’t feel anything at all… well, not entirely. There’s a tiny part of her that’s feeling… what she thinks is nervousness, though even then she’s largely detached from it. Fuyu just patiently deals with everything, unemotive as usual. (Though even she is quite surprised at how…. Many “unique” people there are; and by unique she means, loud, noisy, all over the place, etc.)

Viviane is super excited to be going back to school~! The amount of new faces she’ll see and meet, the old faces she’ll reunite with, the new and potentially exciting school activities… she simply cannot wait! Viv just wants to make friends with and get to know all the new students while also rekindling old friendships~. (MC interests her the most due to their unique circumstance)

Leviotan is being Leviotan as usual; he doesn’t care. Well, not entirely— Lev minds about whether or not the newbies/juniors will be either even slightly fun or a complete waste of time, and keeps a close eye on Viviane to ensure nothing bad happens to her. (He’s watching over MC and Grim like a hawk whenever they interact with Viv; he’s not the type of person to judge based on word of mouth, but he can’t help it when his sister’s involved somehow)

Orchis is… well… unknown. Though they can’t help BUT feel thrilled at being “back at school”. They do remember that they once attended NRC in the past, but Orchis can’t remember what their school life was like; was it exciting? was it depressing? Who knows. But at any rate, for Orchis, this is a second chance in of its own– a second chance to relive the time lost to them~! (They’re MC and Grim’s only other dorm mate, if only due to their circumstances)

Hokusai is, funnily enough, DREADING another year. Sure he’s already long gotten used to being a teacher at this point, but it still doesn’t mean that he can’t help but internally face palm whenever the students do something stupid. Hoku still thinks they’re all cute though, even the most headache-inducing ones, and will continue to genuinely watch over them… unlike in the past. (He takes GREAT INTEREST in the MC and Grim, since they’re unknown factors that Crowley let stay)

Shir is already graduated so he doesn’t have to go to school anymore, though he does remember his very first day and longingly looks back on it with a chuckle as he’s telling Lala about NRC and what she can expect from there. He occasionally visits the school whenever he’s not busy to check up on Lala and perhaps catch up with the Savanaclaw dormitory. (Leona jokes that Shir should attend again since he seems so attached to the school; he declines, saying it would be too embarrassing and he already has his responsibilities)

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In Happy Times, Our Love Does Grow, Chapter 44: Sexy Bunny

Summary: Wanda helps Vision with Easter Bunny duties.

Ao3 link :https://archiveofourown.org/works/20601530/chapters/56716072#workskin

Nightmares aside, Wanda ended up having the best night's sleep she'd experienced in quite a long time. In Vision's arms, with Viv snuggled safely between them, Wanda felt perfectly at peace, like this was exactly where she was meant to be.

Vision and Viv seemed to sleep exceptionally well too. Perfectly content.

Everyday, it was getting easier to ignore the nasty little voice in Wanda's head that told her she wasn't good enough for Vision and Viv, and harder to deny the idea that maybe, just maybe, the three of them belonged together. --

The following morning began with a ritual that had been established on previous weekend sleepovers: Watching cartoons, and eating sugary cereal of the kind that, in the home of a sensible parent like Vision, was most definitely only allowed on weekends and special occasions.

Viv, being a very perceptive child, perched herself in Wanda's lap as they watched and munched, not knowing what her nightmare had been about, but somehow knowing that Wanda felt better having her close by.

Vision, with his arm around Wanda, let TV time go on quite a bit longer than he normally would have, even on a weekend. They were just so comfortable, and besides, this wasn't just any weekend, it was a Holiday weekend. He could relax the rules just a little more, right? As Wanda kissed his cheek, resting her head on his shoulder, Vision decided that yes, he definitely could. --

Later that afternoon, they set about making their Easter baskets ready for the following day.

"First, you gotta make a kind of box thingy, for the baskety part of the basket.." Viv was explaining.

"Of course" Wanda smiled, listening intently.

"And then we glue a handle on.. Can you hold it while I glue, Wanda?" Viv asked. "Usually Daddy does, but he's busy making you a cup of tea.."

"Mhmm.." Wanda flashed a smile to Vision in the Kitchen as she held the handle in place for Viv.

"And the other side.."

"Got it.."

"Done!" Viv grinned.

"That is a very fine looking basket" Vision smiled as he came to sit beside Wanda, who thanked him with a kiss as he set a mug of tea in front of her.

"Thank you, Daddy! Now we've just gots to make baskets for you and Wanda, and then we can decorate them!" --

So, they made two more baskets. Decorated them with stickers and drawings, laughing and having a wonderful time all the while.

Before they knew it, the sun was slipping below the horizon.

Wanda helped Vision whip up an easy evening meal, and after eating, they watched a movie with Viv before they both tucked her into bed.

"Remember, Vivian" Vision told his daughter as he kissed her goodnight, "The Easter Bunny is like Santa Claus."

"Your Father is right, Fata dulce" Wanda agreed, brushing a stray hair out of the little girl's face. "The Bunny will only come after you go to sleep."

"I know" Viv yawned, snuggling deeper into her blankets. "Goodnight, Daddy. Goodnight, Wanda."

"Goodnight" Vision smiled softly.

"Vise placute" Wanda added, as they crept out of the room. "Sweet dreams.." --

"Wanda.." whispered Vision, a few moments after they had pulled the door almost, but not all the way shut, "How would you like to be the Easter Bunny with me?"

"Hmm.." A cheeky smile crossed Wanda's face, and she rushed off to fetch something from her bag. "Give me a minute.."

"Alright.." Though slightly confused, Vision waited as Wanda had asked him.

Soon, Wanda returned, wearing the bunny ears she donned at work.

"Is this good?"

"Yes" Vision chuckled. "Very good."

"And this?" She turned, revealing that she was also wearing a tail.

"Uh, yes.." Vision blushed a little, trying very hard to focus on the tail and not.. anything else. "That's good too."

"Alright then. Let's go, Easter Bunny Wanda on duty!"

Giving her 'tail' a wiggle that was maybe a little less subtle than she intended, Wanda set off. When Vision followed her, unable to stop a happy, puppy dog look from spreading over his face, she smirked.

As much as Wanda hated all the 'Sexy Bunny' comments she inevitably received around Easter time at the Party Store, right now she found that she really didn't mind being one for Vision. -- Once Vision had fetched the Easter Eggs, he and Wanda set about hiding them. Some they scattered around all the obvious places. Others, they more stealthily tucked into little nooks and crannies about the House.

By the time the two Easter Bunnies were completely satisfied with their work, it was getting rather late. They had just enough time for one more hot drink before admitting that it was time to turn in.

"I'm guessing Viv will be up early Tomorrow for her Easter Hunt?" Wanda asked, as she drained the last of her tea.

"She will" Vision nodded, finishing the last of his own drink.

"I suppose we should probably think about bed.." Wanda stood, intending to head for Viv's room as she usually did, even if, somehow, that did not feel entirely right anymore.

"I suppose.." Vision hesitated, unsure whether he was about to overstep a line, but now that he had held Wanda as she slept, even just the once, it felt wrong to have her sleep here and not be holding her. "Wanda?"

"Mmhm?" She looked at him.

"You.. You can stay with me, if you like.." Vision blushed. "If you'd rather not, if it's too much I understand, it's just.. It was nice, holding you.."

Wanda cut him off, bending slightly to kiss him.

"It's not too much."

"It's not?"

"No" Wanda smiled softly. "I.. It's nice being held, and like I said, I trust you" She offered Vision her hand. "So.. Time for bed?"

"Yes.." Vision smiled, taking her hand. "Time for bed." --

So, once again, Vision held Wanda as she slept, because it felt right to do so, felt like in his arms was where she belonged.

And the next day, when Viv jumped on them to wake them both up, excitedly declaring that the Easter Bunny had come, and wanting to begin her hunt.. Vision watched Wanda, occasionally picking up a few eggs for her own basket, while leaving most for Viv. Watched Wanda gently guide the little girl towards the better hidden eggs, without telling her straight out where they were, letting Viv enjoy the sense of victory that came from working it out herself.

And as he watched, and Wanda flashed a dazzling smile in his direction.. Vision couldn't help falling a little more in love with her.

#scarlet vision #ScarletVision #scarlet vision au #scarletvisionau #Scarlet Witch #wanda maximoff #vision mcu #wanda x vision #vision x wanda #viv vision #Avengers #MCU #avengers au #mcu au

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iwannawritepls · 4 years

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Le Morte d’Arthur Thoughts P4

I’m halfway through book 2 before I finished book one of Les

Book 2

Chapter 1

Whence last we left off

‘without villainy or treachery’ is kinda hard but ‘or treason’ is kinda easy. It’s been at least 3 weeks since I last committed treason

Man, if only there was a knight who was virtuous and kind and hadn’t commit treason. Ulfus can’t draw it! he helped in killing whatsis face Igrains old husband

Chapter 2

Meseemith

‘give me the sword’

‘no you gotta fight me for it’

‘a plague on both your houses’

That joke is not thematically appropriate for this time but I'm here now so :/

He travelled not only by his own super coolness but also magic OwO

Chapter 3

Wtf Vivian

Yeah I forgot the name of my sword aha

Its Excalibur you dumbass

Oh yeah, well whatever you want I’ll give it to you…if I can

I want the head of the lady with the sword and the dude who took the sword – they killed my brother and father

Balin: :o

This was like a four-way treachery

Chapter 4

Can we please kill the swamp monster?

Lanceor is not to be confused with Lancelot

She is the falsest damsel that liveth ooooof

I'm confused. (I should start a counter for this really – confusion counter: 7)

Political intrigue novel about Balin and that whole shenanigan

Chapter 5

Merlin says all this stuff after it happened, bitch what good will that do?

Pokémon battle commence!

He was dead…like a corpse. That metaphor usage 22/10 y’know. Just wow

Chapter 6

What in the hell just happened in here on this day?

Oml they’re going to castle terrible!

You know I think only terrible things have happened there so really if either one or both die its their own fault

Chapter 7

Its been like 3 days since I last read this, I'm sorry but confused counter 8

Wait are we talking like real dwarf!?!!?? I'm confused. 9

This guy doesn’t even know these bodies and he’s super distressed and he’s pulling his hair out like boo surely, you’ve seen a dead body before unless dwarf means kid? But then who’s letting a kid ride about on his own?

I'm thinking too much about this I know but also that’s kinda my job as a literature student [insert sparkles]

He’s got a curse squared rn

Balin curse count = 2

People to avoid list:

Hairless dwarves (possibly hairless children it is not clear),

the falsest damsel that liveth,

uncle joe from Charlie and the chocolate factory

this dwarf was really upset about this but now he’s kinda chill

the adventures of Sir Balan, Sir Balin and the Dwarf (that is possibly a child)

I blacked out now I have to read that again

King Mark has nothing better to do with his time, but I respect the man for making a tomb for these two people he didn’t even know

Its weird to know that’s what people did – no police just bury the body hope it doesn’t rise from the dead

Oh his wife has a name ‘Colombe’

Better love story than Romeo and Juliette (pls don’t come for my head)

Chapter 8

Oh thank god names I recognise – also one of them is Tristan and I was just talking about this dude with my friend (Hi Tyler)

Fighting on top of a grave is kinda disrespectful – also isn’t it a tomb? They’re going to be fighting on top of a tomb???

Merlin is a swamp man and he just defiled a grave! Why would you do that! This man has no respect – he can just die

Nah g he’s Lancelot of de lake bruv

‘What’s your name?’

‘Can’t tell you that. However, in a few years my friend – he’ll tell you and you’re going to get some very bad news’

Balin curse count = 3

Wait did he not only get cursed but get 3 whole kingdoms and another dude cursed? I feel bad for him at this point all he did was pull a sword from a shieth and what happened to the falsest damsel that liveth? She just doesn’t get any consequences???

Merlin left and then merlin left.

King Mark – the king who asks who you are and accepts non answers as the answer

Merlin is in disguise. He’s wearing these glasses.

They catch him out so fast.

‘what’s your name’

‘can’t tell you that - - but I know where you’re going.’

‘oh hi merlin’

This is so cursed.

Chapter 9

3 sentences dedicated to their horses. This is on par with the green knight’s whole “and he was green, his hair was green, his skin was green, his beard was green, his boots were green, his top was green, his trousers were green” so on and so forth (except his eyes – they were red)

What, are they going to kidnap a king? :[

3 sentences dedicated to their horses – 4 words dedicated to how they beat the king. Tommy boy I'm disappointed.

Why cant merlin just stop being a bitch? Like he half tells people and then stops. Either tell someone in full or just don’t tell them!

You’re telling me that Emperor Nero is the brother of this rando king that came along, that Balin and Balan beat up????????

Chapter 10

Castle terrible!!!!

What is this prophesy? Merlin just appears and says

We’re working out how many pop tarts a horse weighs (the process = ‘horses are fat!’ = 20.31 x 500 = 347 pop tarts)

Nero and all his people were killed – that’s another war crime oof

Wait so Arthur and Lot are working together now? royal families and international politics confuse me

Friends who smite together are friends who stay together

Arthurs sister married Lot and Arthur had sex with his sister who was married to Lot and Lot married Arthur sister – the one that had sex with him.

That’s basically what that paragraph was

Wait…Lot died???? Oof

Gawain killed Pellinore and was made a knight like that???? Oof

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In an unexpected turn of events, I have avoided the nefarious Talk Like a Pirate Day.

I actually get to play it tomorrow. How heinous. (in general i don’t like things that end up relabeling everything in the game and spend the rest of the time deciphering it. it’s just annoying for my sad sad brain.)

Today Dorothy finished her aspiration. Hooray. It is seven days until Kris’s birthday, which given how many days I can get through, around two occasionally three, I’ll hopefully has his birthday done by the end of the week. Hurrah. Then I can obsessively think about how nice it’ll be to have teens in the household.

Or maybe it’s gonna be a whole new hell. Let’s find out together.

I had Sans randomly go to Willow Springs to the Spencer-Kim-Lewis house to chat with Olivia. I tried to have him chat with her parents, and that’s when I found out that Vivian and Dennis died. I mean, it had to happen. I suppose that’s one reason why Olivia was moping around a little while ago. Huh.

At any rate, I discovered something baffling about their house. Well, one thing. There are many odd choices that were made with that house, but I’m specifically talking about how high the toilet paper is in the bathrooms.

You can’t reach that high if you’re on the toilet. Why is it so high. You can see Sans sitting there, and if he can manage to get some with his tiny short child arms, he’s probably gonna end up pulling down a huge chunk along with whatever he needed. It’s just weird.

An out of the ordinary thing that Dorothy did today was skip school. It was 100% because I got a random number generator that determines what the kids are gonna do in school, and for her, it chose for her to go home early. And I mean, I didn’t choose that. Math did. Or computers. Or both. Idk.

But what did she do with all that new free time? Not much, really. I mean, like I said above, she completed her aspiration, but I suppose she chatted a little bit with Kris? One of their socials were low, and so I had them talk.

I realized that despite the fact that they’re in the same house the majority of the time, the siblings barely interact. The game lists all of them as friends, but barely. I think if they all spent a little more time actively not talking to each other, it’d drop down to acquaintance. But it’s just like that sometimes, y’know? Just casually not talking to the people in your house even if they’re the only people you see on a regular basis? No? Just me? Okay.

She also took some time to chat with her dad, which if I may remind you, is Patchy the Scarecrow. I think that would be nice. I mean, he’s always available, within the times of around 1pm and 5pm. Just in the garden. Can’t miss it, but you can avoid it. And that seems to be what Dorothy (and the rest of the kids) do, because they honestly have no business back there. It’s not like they can do anything in the garden anyway. which is dumb. but anyway.

Tiffany got promoted again today, and actually managed to max out the painting skill, so if I do have her go on to pursue the Painter Extraordinaire aspiration, she’s just gonna fly through it. Except maybe at the parts where you have to make masterpieces. Can’t really control that, but so far she’s made 2. Maybe 3. One of them was a picture of a sad pug, which truly was a sight to behold. Y’know when you’re sad, and all you can draw is a picture of a sad pug? Me too. Gets me all the time.

Grim made a little time for themself (again, I’m making that a thing until someone tells me it’s not okay) by upgrading the oven and disappointing themself time and again with their flower arrangements. It’s not their fault. They’re just... not good at it yet. They’ll get there. Hang on, reaper of souls. Maybe one day. Eventually they’re gonna have all the fucking time of the world to spend making a bunch of arrangements, so really you just gotta look at the bigger picture.

They also found a squeaky toy that they gave to none other than WD Gaster the cat (I mean they couldn’t give it to anyone else), and I think Gaster likes it. Probably in that way where someone gives you something and you use it for maybe a few weeks and then never look at it again, because he has a lot of squeaky toys. He is a prowler, so that’s why most likely. He’s bringing them home as a collection, not really as a toy. A squeaky toy connoisseur.

That’s kinda it for now. Tomorrow will be a struggle: it’s a weekend. Maybe there’s gonna be more volunteering. Probably. I just can’t handle everyone crawling all over the house. It’s way bigger than it originally was, but it’s still too small for all these Sims.

#seriously all I can ever think about these days is when all the kids are gonna grow up #that and she ra #i'm thinking about she ra alot #to be fair #the next season's in like a month #there's a lot to anticipate #a lot of tension #and stress #and p r e s s u r e #it's gonna be a blast #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #ivey legacy #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 screenshots #april 13 2020

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18 Months (Epilogue Headcanons) — Michael Langdon

Here is the official final part of 18 Months. It’s been a journey.

After Michael proposes to you, the two of you sneak off to the oh-to familiar bed down the hall

Gallant sleeps on the couch with earplugs, blasting music he hasn’t gotten to listen to in almost two years, and catching up on all the things he ‘missed’

(Its all fake celebrity news and fashion trends at this point, the universe trying to fill in the blanks Michael left behind)

The wedding is planned for Halloween of next year- all three of you need time to get accustomed to life once again (and you discreetly wanna be able to invite some of the homies from Murder House, but to do so, you’ve gotta convince everyone to make amends)

Gallant takes over the salon in full, putting his name on the front of the building with encouragement from you

You’re the one to keep him sober and on track, wanting to prove Evie wrong in the after life

Michael rebuilds The Cooperative, but it’s different this time, because he knows better than to destroy the world

The Cooperative is now a sort of... hit-man agency for assholes in power (🙄🙄). Michael and you use The Cooperative to weed out everyone that could potentially cause the apocalypse, now that you know exactly what will happen if it does happen. You’re basically Angels of Merch but low key and won’t admit it (Gallant stays out of that bullshit)

You, Michael, and Gallant get into so many fucking fights about where you’ll live (but everyone agrees no on Hawthorne). You wanna live in Murder House so you can rekindle everyone and it’s a total aesthetic. Gallant wants to live in his Nana’s mansion because ‘it’s fucking huge Y/N!!! You’re being d u m b, pack your bags and let’s go’. Michael wants Mead’s small house but he also wants Robichaux’s bc it’s in New Orleans and means a lot to him (sentimental fuck).

You guys rock paper scissor for it (“Don’t use your guys’ magic or I’ll fucking cry”)

You choose rock, Gallant chooses scissors, and Michael chooses paper

It’s hell for the whole day

Until finally you manage to sit everyone down over dinner and explain to them why you think Murder House is the best option (“Y/N it’s called murder house you’re fucking trippin”)

Despite all the comments, side eyes, huffs, scoffs, and groans... you win. You all decide to finally leave The Ritz and move into Murder House- But the boys still keep the deeds to their respective homes, and you Robichaux.

Moving into MH is... a hassle to say the least. The second Michael steps foot through the door, Tate is there (Gallant fucking screams “WHY DOES HE HAVE MY FACE”)

Tate and Michael get in a yelling match that you’re trying to referee, until finally, you just kinda... scream. It scares Michael so bad bc he thinks you’re hurt, and he body checks Tate out of the way (Tate doesn’t think you’re half bad)

Things are tense and awkward the first few days (Gallant nearly refuses to pee bc “y/n they’re gonna watch” and you refuse to shower bc “Michael they’re gonna watch” and Michael has a headache)

But within a month, things are alright. You’ve befriended Rose and Tate right off the bat (respectively told Constance to “get fucked”) and caught Nora up to speed on today’s events. Everyone is #shook she likes you

Gallant hates Chad, never says why, but just know that he does. He prefers Violet and Vivian, and the occasional Ben (“I’m a slut for Harmon’s I guess” “guess I’m a slut for Langdons then. What’s Michael a slut for?” “You, red eyeshadow, and wearing his fuCKING SHOES IN THE HOUSE”)

Michael doesn’t let you get a job even tho you tried to physically fight him over it once. Instead, you become his partner with The Cooperative shenanigans and organize most of the hits

Everybody thinks you’re in a poly relationship with Gallant and Michael (none of you correct them except Michael sometimes bc he’s confused about what that is)

By the time October rolls around, you’re shaking 24/7 (“I didn’t think I was actually gonna get married” “you said yes did you mean no” “nO! I love you and I wanna get married I just...” “I’ll be right here, don’t worry” “I’d sure fucking hope so”)

Your wedding dress is red (Constance screams) with black rose decals (pretty similar to The Outpost dress, but not quite)

Michael’s suit is red, too, with a black tie (“you wear black suits everyday, switch it up for her” “what do you know Gallant” “fashion that’s what you fucking punk”)

Gallant wears white with a red tie (Constance screams)

Gallant is the best man, obviously, and Madelyn is the maid of honor (she survived the apocalypse... Hannah is nowhere to be seen)

Jeff and Mutt beg on their knees to stand at the alter, so Michael lets them. You let Tate, Rose, and Ben stand on at the alter (read: forced)

The wedding is held at Gallant’s mansion, because it’s the biggest house to your guys’ name with the largest backyard

Somehow

Someway

You and Michael had grown a name-to-fame in the year leading up to the wedding

The place is packed and there’s celebrities (Gallant knows half of them, and you wanna faint bc “oh my god is that Harry styles?????? Michael is that Harry styles?????” “U gonna leave me for him?” “I fucking might” “then no, it’s not”)

The wedding goes smooth as fuck (shockingly). The Satanic Church members are in attendance (with an oath not to call Michael Satan and keep that shit under wraps), certain Murder House tenants (“I don’t wanna carpool”), and of course, Gallant’s celebrity bitches

Gallant does yours AND Michael’s hair, and it’s truly spectacular

You and Michael make your own vows, and don’t have a priest (confuses ppl but they don’t care bc the food is g r e a t and the aesthetic is perfect for pictures)

Gallant cries his eyes out. Madelyn looks proud as fuck. Jeff and Mutt look smug (especially Jeff. If he talks to anyone that night it’s “I’m the reason they’re married. Don’t forget that”)

Even though you’re now legally (Y/N) Langdon, and no longer have Foxx anywhere near your name, Michael still calls you that on the daily

You get a tattoo of a fox on your shoulder for his birthday, with ‘don’t tell me what to do’ scrawled on the bottom

Gallant goes with you to get it down, and he and Tate are the only ones who know about it, because nobody else in the house can keep a secret AND Tate helped draw the fox (it’s a typical red fox, but on a red and black backdrop that kinda looks like a moon [“Jesus get a new color scheme y/n” “suck my ass Tate you look like that bitch from blues clues”] but the fox has one (e/c) eye and one blue, and tiny horns poking out of his head)

For Michael’s birthday, you go to Ms. Mead’s home so you can be alone

Michael is sat patiently on the bed, tapping his bare thigh while watching you strip down

“I have a present”

“You are my present some c’m here”

“No, look”

You turn around slowly, exposing your shoulder. It’s in the spot Michael always rests his head when he holds onto your hips

Michael is off the bed in a second, rushing over to you. He traces the design carefully, like he’s afraid it’ll smudge even tho it’s weeks old (grumpasaurus-Rex sometimes during those weeks when you wouldn’t take your shirt off)

Michael is speechless, and you can feel your blush running from your cheeks to your neck

“It’s fucking beautiful”

“You think so?”

Michael doesn’t respond. He just kisses the tattoo before grabbing onto you and tossing you to the bed

And that, is the end of Langfox’s journey (with Gallant ofc). I tried to tie up as many things as possible, but my askbox is always open for questions, concerns, thoughts, or just love💕🖤❤️ Also, this was written on my phone, so I’m sorry if it looks weird.

#michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon imagines #michael langdon fanfic #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon x reader #ahs #ahs x reader #ahs imagine #american horror story imagines #american horror story x reader #american horror story imagine #american horror story #18 months #mr. gallant x bestfriend!reader #mr. gallant x reader #mr. gallant

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Unknown Magic

Chapter Five: Pretend

As they leave, Merlin wishes them good luck on the mission. Meliodas turns to Gowther and says “Since stealth is required for this, you’ll have to change out of that outfit. It might draw attention when we don’t need it.”

“That seems logical. I’ll go to the Boar Hat to change my clothes. We can discuss strategy along the way,” he replies.

“We can wait at one of the places Merlin mentioned until we spot Little Gil.”

“If we don’t find him at that place, how long should we wait before moving on to the next one? What length of time would be optimal?” Gowther asks

“Half an hour might be too short. Let’s go with an hour. If anyone spots us, we’ll have to distract them quickly and quietly.”

Intrigued, Gowther asks, “Why do you say that?”

“We can’t do anything that would hurt civilians, and we shouldn’t do anything that will make a lot of noise or draw attention. If someone’s lost for example, we can give them directions. Or one of us can lead them to their destination.”

Gowther nods. “Where do you think we should start first?”

Gowther thinks for a bit. “Since stealth is the objective, it would be best to avoid Gilthunder’s quarters. We might have difficulty coming up with a plausible excuse for being there. The café provides a convenient excuse, but it’s bound to have a large number of people nearby. Most of them will be civilians. In terms of stealth and safety, starting at the blacksmith should provide the best approach.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

Sometime later, they find Gilthunder at the blacksmith with his friends. Gowther says, “We have eyes on the target.” A moment later, they start to follow Gilthunder and his friends. It doesn’t take long for Meliodas to recognize Vivian’s magic. He mutters, “So that’s what that is.”

Gowther asks, “You know who this is?”

“Yeah, but we’ll need to catch them in the act again. We need a little more proof, something definitive.”

Gowther nods. “That seems logical.” Some of the Captain’s plans are actually quite ingenious.

Meliodas follows the Holy Knights as they leave the blacksmith’s. Gowther stops when there’s a tug on his shirt. A young boy asks “Who are you? Are you a bandit?”

“No, I’m not.”

The boy gives him a skeptical look.

Gowther sighs, “I am the Seven Deadly Sins’ Goat Sin of Lust, Gowther!” and poses in the hopes of getting the boy to leave him alone.

Instead, the boy’s face lights up with amazement. “Hey, wait a minute! You gotta ask me my name too!”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“Bothersome,” Gowther sighs. “Fine. What’s your name then?”

The boy says in a dramatic voice “Since you asked, I have no choice but to tell you. I am the Seven Deadly Sins’ Dragon Sin of Wrath, Peliodas!” and ends with a dramatic pose as well.

Gowther stares at the boy. This child, Pelio from the sound of it, is behaving a little oddly. Is this what people call play-acting? Would other people consider such behavior ‘adorable’? Whatever. It’s not important right now.

He attempts to leave, but Pelio keeps asking Gowther to play with him. Gowther says yes, hoping that Pelio will leave him alone after this.

After searching the city a little, Pelio finds a cat. He calls it the “Pig-Cat Dragon.” It’s easy for Gowther to use his abilities to get the cat to come to them. When the cat jumps in Pelio’s arms, he excitedly calls for his mom for some reason. Upon hearing about her recent death, Gowther decides to help. I can look through his memories to see what his mom looked like. I can then use that to bring Pelio some comfort.

Pelio cries upon seeing his mother’s image and hugs Gowther, thinking it’s really his mother.

Gowther is puzzled. This is a strange reaction. What is this?

A voice suddenly calls out for Pelio- his father. He had been searching for Pelio for some time now.

Gowther slips away before either of them notice. Though Pelio seemed saddened by the conversation between him and his father, it does provide Gowther with a question for the Captain.

Meanwhile, Meliodas is wondering about Gowther’s whereabouts. “If he’s taking care of a distraction, I hope he can figure it out soon. Not to mention that doing this alone is kinda boring.”

Meliodas follows Gilthunder and his friends to the café, choosing a hiding spot that allows him a good view of what’s going on yet still allowing him to be hidden. A few minutes later, a waitress heads towards them with three cups of tea. Thinking that there might be some sort of potion in Gilthunder’s tea, Meliodas acts quickly. He walks over to their table and starts a conversation.

Taking Gilthunder’s cup, he says “I’m really thirsty. Can I have a sip?” When Gilthunder says yes, he pretends to drink some of the tea.

A woman’s voice rings out. “Don’t you dare drink that! “

When Meliodas spits the tea out, he reveals where the woman is standing. Enraged, she casts Fireball. Meliodas grabs the nearest object- a teaspoon- and uses Full Counter.

Doing so destroys whatever spell the woman had been using to conceal herself. She falls to the ground. When the smoke clears, Vivian’s face is revealed. She manages to say “Gil…” before passing out.

#nntbigbang2019 #nnt #merlin #gowther #meliodas #pelio #gilthunder #kenpachiofsquad10

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hibiscuswolverine · 5 years

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Chapter eight of ‘Of Tiaras and Coconuts’

Note: There is a small lil scene in here that isn’t in the FF.net or A03 version.

Disclaimer: I own no one and everyone other then Kelly belongs to Disney and their respected creators. This is collab fic with @historianofenchancia

Chapter Eight

Being strong was more difficult than Sofia thought it would be.

Cubby couldn’t boss her around. She couldn’t understand why he was so mean to her. Jake and Izzy weren’t.

Maybe it was a jealousy thing? Or was because he was getting less attention? He didn’t seem like a bad kid but then again he was pushy around her so she didn’t really know what to do.

She sighed, thinking of her family.

Who knew how they were doing without her? Especially Miranda and her baby sister.

The thought of her baby sister with Amber had tears in her eyes before Sofia wiped them away.

Her baby sister couldn’t even move the last thing she needed was Amber abusing a baby.

Speaking of baby, how many months had it been? Three months? Four months? A month? She couldn’t tell as to how exactly did they even keep track of time here?

Her thought was interrupted by a knock at her door.

“Permission to enter?”

Sofia smiled. “Permission granted!”

Jake opened the door with a mischievous smile and a paintbrush in hand. “Ahoy there! Up for some face painting?”

“This is to cheer me up isn’t it?”

“Well you are resting and don’t worry, we heard what Cubby said and Izzy’s giving him a scolding.”

“Oh really?” Sofia asked.

“Yeah. She’s a bit harsher than me. I’m not one to scold,” Jake told her.

Sofia noticed the paintbrush in his hand but didn’t do anything except squeal when it came in contact with her face.

Being easily ticklish didn’t help.

“Join us!” Jake playfully whispered, swiping the brush around her nose which resulted in her giggling wildly.

“Ok! Ok! I’ll join you!” Sofia surrendered.

She wiggled around helplessly as the paint went from her nose to her cheek.

Screaming playfully, Sofia tried to get Jake away from her but he was faster.

"Avast! I have caught you! Har! har!”

Jake smiled, stepping closer to Sofia in a playful way.

“No fair! I haven’t been here for a week yet!”

Sofia squealed again, the paintbrush in contact with her face once more.

What was he trying to draw on her anyway?

"Too bad!" Jake smiled as he continued to paint on her. "I'm sure Izzy will wipe this off later but oh well!"

“Unless she likes it,” Sofia smiled.

“If she does, you’ll have to get used to it being on your face.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“If she likes anything painted on, she won’t wash it,” Jake explained. “With us, it doesn’t last long. But with you, I don’t know.”

“Oh,” Sofia replied. From the kitchen, the two could hear Izzy and Cubby’s voices most likely arguing. “Are they going to be okay?”

“They’ll be fine. Unless a scream is heard that’s when we come into play,” Jake explained to her. He smiled again. “Now time for the rest of your face dear princess!”

Sofia tried to protest only to lose it in laughter as the pirate boy’s smile widened.

“Can you give a hint on what you’re painting on my face?”

“It’s a favorite thing of hers.”

“That’s all you’re telling me?” Sofia pouted. “As princess of Enchancia, I command you to tell me!”

“Sorry but that doesn’t work here,” Jake smirked. “You’ll just have to be patient.”

She blew him a raspberry and as a response, he put a dot of paint on her tongue. To which she gagged at trying to wipe the paint off her tongue. Jake just laughed.

“Hey, that’s what you get!”

“You’re lucky you’re a friend and not an enemy Jake.”

Jake gave a fake gasp of fear. “Or what princess? What would happen to me?”

“I would report you to my dad and his guards,” Sofia smirked playfully. “Though since you’re a kid, they’d let you off with a warning.”

Jake gave a sigh of relief, “Oh my goodness thank you, your highness, for your mercy.”

Sofia placed a hand to her lips and giggled.

Jake and his crew were kids just like her, not thieves or people taking her hostage.

It was weird but definitely better than how James described them.

“Don’t touch your lips!” Jake squealed as he dipped his brush in the red paint again, “Now I gotta reapply it!”

“Sorry,” Sofia said softly.

“It’s fine.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“You apologize way too much,” Jake smirked.

“I wouldn’t have to if it wasn’t for my sister,” Sofia smirked back.

“Well guess what? She’s not here, so stop apologizing so much.”

“I wish I could but I do it so much it just became a habit.”

Jake shook his head playfully. One hand was now on her dress to hold her down as the other repainted her lips.

Sofia tried to squirm away but was unsuccessful.

“Why are you squirming so much?” Jake asked. “it’s only your lips!”

“It’s just so ticklish!” Sofia giggled.

“Oh, so you’re ticklish huh?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Nope.” Jake gave her a wicked smile, “I’m sure Izzy will be delighted to hear that you’re ticklish.”

Sofia gasped in fright and then glared at him. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh but I would.”

“You... You naughty pirate!”

“I’m not that bad,” Jake assured.

“Hmph!” Sofia huffed, puffing her cheeks.

Jake laughed. For one so small and trauma-filled, Sofia was adorable.

“Now hold still! Let me finish your face!”

Sofia obeyed though giggled throughout.

Eventually Jake had put down the paintbrush as she looked around.

“Is there a mirror I can look at?” Sofia asked.

“No!” Jake smiled. “Izzy will be the judge.”

Sofia blinked in confusion.

Wasn’t she supposed to be resting from a wound that was her own fault?

“Hey, I’m on vacation! I should be able to judge my own face!” Sofia protested.

“Relax it’s just Izzy. She just judging my handy work, that’s all.” Jake shrugged.

“Oh. Well if she’s done scolding Cubby, then she can come to see it.”

“Still you cannot look at a mirror.”

Sofia grumbled playfully, crossing her arms.

Eventually, Izzy did come with Cubby beside her who wanted to laugh at Sofia’s face.

“Geez Jake what did you do to her? She looks hideous!” Cubby commented, resulting in Izzy striking him from the back of the head.

“All he did was paint it Chubby!” Sofia growled.

“Easy now. This isn’t time to start fighting. Besides I don’t wanna paint you again,” Jake smirked. “And I didn’t paint her for you to mock Cubby.” He then turned to Izzy, “I painted it for her little girlfriend.”

Izzy’s face then blushed furiously while Sofia’s cheeks were a pink tint.

Little girlfriend wasn’t a term used in Enchancia very often.

Vivian’s mother used it once before Amber found out that Sofia liked girls alongside boys.

And then all throughout school, she called Vivian her ‘little girlfriend’ in front of people or in private. It didn’t matter to Amber.

But hearing Jake unintentionally use it brought back the memory of Amber found out that she liked girls much to Sofia’s dismay.

But she supposed her crushes was more apparent to the crew than Amber.

“You painted her face for me, Jake?” Izzy asked in surprise.

“Did she squirm?” Cubby smirked.

“Yeah sometimes, but she stayed still for the most part,” Jake told them.

“And you get to judge Izzy,” Sofia smiled.

“Shocking. It’s definitely not my birthday what gives?” Izzy asked in surprise.

“I am your girlfriend aren’t I?”

Izzy choked on her spit, her face now very red,

“I u-uh I need to use the bathroom!”

She then ran off as the two boys burst into a fit of laughter.

“What did I do?” Sofia wondered.

"I guess she's very surprised." Jake laughed.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“She’ll be back Sofia. In three, two, one,” Chubby smiled, seeing Izzy’s presence.

"She's just really shy about express her emotions," Jake whispered to Sofia.

“So I didn’t do anything wrong?” Sofia whispered back.

“No. Look how she’s smiling at you.”

The pirate girl came up next to the princess, her cheeks now pink. “You look really pretty.”

Underneath the paint, Sofia blushed crimson.

She had never been called pretty before.

Well except her mom by other than that no one of her own age group.

“T-Thanks,” Sofia stammered.

“You’re welcome.”

“You really like it?”

"Jake didn't do a bad paint job I will say that," She told her.

Jake smiled. "See? I told you I wouldn't ruin your face!"

“Can I see my face now that Izzy’s judged it?” Sofia asked him with a pout.

“Sure.”

“Thank you!”

With that Sofia rushed off to a bathroom. After closing the door, she gasped at what she saw in the mirror.

Seeing her arms, she noticed a few fading bruises as the cut on her chin seemed to be improving.

But Jake’s face paint was a rather detailed set of lily flowers which was surprising as she didn’t think that Jake could paint, but when you lived on an island with not a lot of things to do she guessed that you had time.

Minus Cubby, this vacation wasn’t bad at all as she sorta felt relaxed. It was nice being able to relax after a day of play.

Not to mention her injury was gonna keep her at bay for a few days.

Yet she blushed at the thought of Izzy calling her pretty.

Oh goodness... I can’t believe she called me cute... Sofia thought to herself.

Being called cute by another girl was exciting.

Maybe she should keep the face paint for a little while. Sofia didn’t care if Amber were to freak out over it or not.

Then she remembered that amber wasn’t here so who cared?!

Then she remembered Chubby. Or was it Cubby? They sounded the same and unfortunately, he reminded her of Amber just in a really small and chubby way.

She couldn’t believe she was be being bullied by a four-year-old kid.

“Sofia! You are alright?” Izzy asked, accidentally barging in. “Oh. Do you need to be alone?”

“No. I’m good,” Sofia smiled softly. “Izzy, do you really think I’m cute?”

“Yeah. I’d say Jake did a really good job on you. But your real face is a lot prettier to me.”

“So goodbye to the face paint then?”

“Not necessarily if you like it you can keep it on your face. But I’ll redo for fun if you’d like me to.” Izzy told her.

“It would be fun,” Sofia blushed. “Though I’m sorry about what happened on Hook’s ship before you rescued me.”

“Sofia, I’ve seen worse. Besides you were scared and tied up. “Besides hook generally does that when he kidnaps people, trust me you are not the first.”

“You say that like it’s a good thing.”

“It is considering you got off with a scratch Sofia. A scratch. That’s considered lucky. Since generally, I rescue the people out of the ropes, I have seen bloodier situations.” Izzy explained.

Sofia shuddered at the thought, biting her lip.

She had been lucky with Hook. Lucky that he didn’t do anything else with her.

Otherwise, she would’ve been more damaged than ever before.

…

Amber glanced at the clock, hoping that Roland would update her on Kelly’s condition as the doctor sure as hell wouldn’t do it.

It had been not even ten hours since the toddler had been knocked over by the wagon yet all the princess could do was worry.

At this point, it was close to dinner time in the castle but with Amber’s crazed state it made the castle a lot quieter than they expected.

They figured she’d be bouncing off the walls, but she was quiet which was a relief and sorta worrying.

Miranda gently sat down next to her, nausea thankfully gone since that afternoon as she stroked Amber’s hair.

“Did someone find who drove the wagon?” Her stepdaughter squeaked in a low voice.

“We think we might have a lead but so far nothing really,” Miranda told her, seeing the dissatisfaction on her step daughter’s face.

“Are you guys even trying?”

“What do you mean? Of course, we’re trying!”

“It’s just I want Kelly to be okay,” Amber muttered, hearing the toddler wail.

The drug Kelly was given seemed to have worn off.

“Well let’s hope he’ll calm her down,” Miranda said as it fell silent between the two.

Ever since Sofia’s kidnapping, it had been rather awkward between the two.

Very awkward as Roland carried Kelly in his arms, shushing her gently.

“See? Amber’s right here,” Roland assured with a smile.

But the toddler seemed to be interested at Miranda’s still slender form.

Miranda shook her head, "No I'm not your mama sweetheart."

“No ma-ma?” Kelly frowned.

“Kelly, how are you feeling?” Amber asked softly, taking her from Roland’s arms.

“Boo-boo hurt.”

This gave the time for the king and queen to leave as Kelly began to cry.

The toddler screamed as Miranda took her in her arms.

Kelly started to calm down, putting her head on her shoulder.

But Miranda didn’t smile. This wasn’t her baby. She was already pregnant and under too much stress with Sofia’s disappearance.

The last thing she wanted to deal with was another mother’s child.

“The moment she’s better, you take her back to her mother!” Miranda demanded.

“Yes Mother,” Amber sighed. “Come on Kelly. Back to Ember.”

“Ember!” Kelly cooed, reaching out for her.

Should Miranda be happy?" Amber thought, taking the toddler and sitting her in her lap. "She had a child in her arms. It’s not Sofia but still, it’s a baby.

Roland then spoke up. "So Amber the doctor told me that in two days time, Kelly will be able to go home."

“No!”

“Amber, we can’t keep a toddler here. Why do you want to keep her?”

“Her home life isn’t that great,” Amber scoffed. “Of course you wouldn’t know that with your kingly duties.”

“Pardon?” Miranda asked in surprise.

“Well, that’s a bit ironic coming from the girl who used to loathe her village,” Baileywick chimed in.

“Amber we’re not keeping the toddler and that’s that,” Roland told her in a more stern tone.

“Why?! She’s a toddler!” Amber growled.

“We don’t want the risk of you hurting her like you hurt MY baby!” Miranda shouted, “WHERE was your COMPASSION when you thought it’d fun to burn my child?!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault! If anything it’s James’ fault! If he hadn’t compared her prettiness in front of me then maybe she’d be here and we would be ever after friends! Kelly hasn’t had it easy. If you want to know why then ask. Especially you Daddy!”

“Okay, Amber. Why? Why hasn’t Kelly, who currently is staring at us, had a good life?”

“Because... because...” Amber’s eyes shifted from left to right, looking for an answer in the back of her mind. “She comes from a poor family that’s currently being killed off by a disease.”

“So when you want to bring in a toddler who could possibly bring in these diseases into the castle? Are you trying to kill us all?” Roland asked.

“It’s not the diseases! And no I would never do that!”

“Rollie, hear her out. Sofia and I faced those same diseases before. Besides having the little one around wouldn’t be so bad,” Miranda confessed with a small smile.

“You say as you’re pregnant. Miranda, think about the baby, think about yourself. You catch one and you’re done for. When Sofia gets back will she have a mother or will she be staring at her mother’s own grave?”

Miranda was taken aback, as the trio grew silent.

“I-I need to be alone.”

With that, the queen walked off but after turning a corner, she was definitely gone as Roland turned to Amber.

“You’ve been getting your way for the past nine years, Amber. It’s about time you stop,” He sighed. “ So I won’t go back on my word. Enjoy your two days with Kelly Amber cause when it’s the dawn of the third day, she’s gone.”

With that Roland left, leaving Kelly and Amber alone.

“Ember?” The toddler asked softly, whimpering softly.

“Come on. Let’s get you changed,” Amber sighed.

“I bad?”

“No. Everyone’s just upset. I didn’t get a chance to tell Daddy about Skip.”

The two walked down the hall, they so happen to run into James who gave amber a smug smile.

“So,” He started, “I hear you’re in baby fever. If you want a toddler that bad Amber, just go do it with Hugo. I’m sure he’ll be all for it.” James gently stroked Kelly’s hair. “And you must be Kelly. Sorry to hear about your accident. Amber, you have more compassion for a toddler but not your own step-sister? What a bitch."

“James! Great! Now she’ll repeat it!” Amber growled.

"Okay bye."

With that James hummed a tune as he walked off.

Kelly glanced back at him before tugging at Amber’s dress.

Right. How could she forget? She didn’t want her to get a rash again like Skip had done.

Once Kelly had used the bathroom, the injuries made it harder than normal, Amber carried her in her arms before Miranda bumped into her.

“Well, you’re getting your wish. Kelly’s yours,” She smiled sadly.

“What do you mean?” Amber asked, a lump forming in her throat.

“Ma-ma? Skip? Da-da?” Kelly asked.

“You-you’ll see them soon Kelly I promise,” Amber told the toddler.

“Ya? Ya!”

“Yeah, really soon!”

The toddler smiled for she did miss her mother and family.

But the look on the queen’s face looked sad as she slipped out of Amber’s arms and hugged Miranda.

“You remind me of Sofia,” Miranda smiled warmly, taking her in her arms. “Kelly, you’re a little sweetheart.”

“But you’re not her and you’ll never be her,” Miranda told her quietly as she grazed her cheeks lightly, moving her fingers over to her little button nose pinching it and not letting go. Miranda only staring blankly as she drowned out Kelly’s screaming.

“Mother?” Amber asked softly, seeing Miranda’s frown turn into a smile quickly letting go of Kelly’s little nose.

“I..I... Kelly, what am I to you?”

“Ma-ma Queen!” Kelly giggled.

“Here,” Miranda told Amber, handing over Kelly. “She’s your responsibility. You wanted her now enjoy your two days.”

“Oh,” Amber frowned. “But...”

“I’ll help you. I might still be furious with you over Sofia but I won’t let you do this alone.”

“I know. And M-Mom, I’m sorry. When Sofia comes home, I’ll treat her better. I promise.”

The queen said nothing as she walked out, leaving Amber and Kelly who nodded and decided that two days was enough much to the toddler’s dismay.

“No!” Kelly pouted. “No!”

“Kelly...” Amber sighed softly. “I can’t have you here.” She smiled. “ Let’s play have a tea party!”

Kelly immediately brightened up at the thought of a tea party, being put down to the ground.

“Tea party!” She giggled, unintentionally bumping into Baileywick.

“Oh... you.” Baileywick said to himself, “Do you need anything Amber?”

“Yes we are having a tea party, I need tea obviously, and cookies as well,” Amber smiled.

“Right away Princess Amber. You and Kelly can enjoy yourselves.”

“Ma-ma?” Kelly frowned. “Where Ma-ma?”

“Ma-ma.. isn’t here. She’s busy,” Amber smiled. “It’s just me and you.”

Kelly’s face started turning red as tears filled her eyes.

She wanted her mother or Miranda.

With a sigh, Amber explained that she would see her mother in forty-eight hours, stopping Kelly’s tears.

The toddler sniffed, rubbing her nose on Amber’s sleeve.

The princess tried not to act disgusted, stroking her hair.

Sofia better return home soon.

And hopefully, she won’t be mad at her or anything. She never thought she would see the day that she would actually fear a commoner.

#my writing #izfia #if you wanna read more go check it out on FF.net or A03 #Thank you!#fanfic #liturature #disney #sofia the first #sofia the fandom #jatnp #jake and the neverland pirates

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save-the-cronch · 6 years

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Flowers and Tattoos

Merry Christmas to @trans-space-prince !! I really hope you enjoy this!

This is for the DEH Secret Santa from @dearevanhansensecretsanta

Evan wiped his brow with his sleeve, as soon as he had placed the final load of flowers for a wedding in the buyer’s truck. It had taken all day yesterday to find all the needed flowers and sort them in the order that the bride and groom had asked for. It had only taken half an hour to load the truck.

Once the truck had driven away, Evan walked back inside his mother’s shop and went to the counter to sit on the stool behind the cash register. He didn’t have any orders he needed to work on, so he pulled out his phone and waited for anyone to walk through the doors with any last minute arrangement.

About ten minutes later, Evan looked up at the sound of the bell on top of the door ringing. In walked a tall, lanky boy, around the same age as Evan, twenty-three. He has long brown hair and wore ripped, black, skinny jeans, and a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a few tattoos littering the boy’s arms.

“Hi! W-welcome to Hansen’s Flowers, how, um, how can I he-help you?” Evan asked, placing his phone into his apron pocket.

“Oh, I was just wondering if I could look at your flowers for references? I work at the tattoo shop two shops down, and I realized that I didn’t have any flowers in my reference book.”

“O-oh! Yes! That’s to-totally fine!” Evan said, beaming at the man in front of him.

“Thanks…”

“Evan.”

“Thanks, Evan. I’m Connor by the way.”

Evan nods at Connor, as the tattooed man makes his way over to the flowers placed on display at the window.

Connor stays in Evan’s shop for half an hour, before he stands up, gives Evan a small wave, and exits the shop. The whole time that Connor was drawing, Evan couldn’t take his eyes off of the long-haired boy. Evan liked how Connor pulled his hair back into a messy bun right before opening his sketchbook. He thought that the tattoos on Connor’s body were beautiful. He admired how Connor was able to concentrate so intensely on his drawing. To Evan, Connor seemed to be that kind of person that had a lot of secrets, and he just needed someone to share those secrets with. For some reason, Evan wanted to be that person.

Two days later Connor showed up in the shop just as Evan was walking out of the back room.

“Hey, Evan, what’s the best way to say ‘congrats on your engagement, I’m sorry for being a bitch when we were in high school, you and Alana totally deserve each other.”

Evan blinks, not completely sure where that came from. “Uh, ye-yeah, one second.” Evan heads off, in search of the perfect flowers for Connor. Five minutes, he returns with plenty of different flowers in his hands. “Okay, so we have red carnations for love and pride, a bunch of daffodils for joy and happiness, yellow roses for a new beginning, and goldenrod for good fortune.”

“Thanks, Evan, these look fantastic.”

Evan smiles at that and goes to wrap the flowers up. “I-if you don’t, um, don’t mind. Who are the-they for?”

“My sister, her wedding is tomorrow, and the rehearsal dinner is tonight, she’s marrying her college roommate, super cheesy, but they are good for each other.”

“That’s ni-nice,” Evan finishes tying a bow around the flowers and then hands them to Connor, “Ten fifty please.”

Connor hands over the money, gives Evan another smile and then leaves with the bouquet in hand.

For the next two months, Connor continuously comes into Evan’s shop. They’ve developed a sort of routine, Evan brings them both drinks in the morning, coffee for Connor and tea for Evan, then during lunch, Connor comes into Evan’s shop to eat with him in the break room, sometimes they go out though. Their shops close at the same time, so occasionally they will grab dinner together, on Wednesdays, Connor comes up to Evan’s apartment, which is just above the shop and where his mother lived before she moved in with her boyfriend, well fiancé now, Kyle Heere. They watch the episode of Survivor that airs, while eating a bunch of stove popped popcorn.

On Saturdays, Evan goes with Connor to his apartment to do a movie night. They order out, and share a pint of ice cream, while watching whatever movie they had randomly selected that night. Usually, Wednesday nights end up with Connor’s head in Evan’s lap, while Evan mindlessly rakes his fingers through Connor’s long hair. On Saturdays, Evan is usually asleep before the movie is even over, his head resting in Connor’s lap, or on his shoulder. Connor always wakes him about ten minutes after the movie ends, prolonging the feeling of Evan sleeping on him.

Both boys wished that this could happen every night. Both boys wish that their friendship was more than that. Both boys wished they could have the courage to tell the other this. Both boys knew it would be awhile before they did.

Six months after they had first met, Connor was sitting on the counter, next to the cash register in the flower shop, when a guy, most likely around his and Evan’s age, walked in the door. He was shorter than Connor, defiantly taller than Evan. He wore glasses, and his hair was a dark brown.

“Yo, Evan!” The guy shouts, completely ignoring Connor, as Connor openly stared at him.

Evan hurried out of the back room, wiping the dirt on his hand, onto his jeans. “Jared, you’re early.”

“I got bored, my class was canceled because the professor is sick. So, I decided to come here early! Obviously, I’m better than just sitting here alone.”

“Jar-Jared, I’m not alone, remember whe-when I mentioned Con-Connor?”

“Yeah? So?”

“That’s Connor.” Evan points to Connor, who was still sitting next to the cash register.

“Oh, hey man,” Jared greets, giving a small wave. “Evan has told me a lot about you, is your hair really as soft as Evan says it is?”

At that comment Evan sends a glare to Jared, as Connor laughs, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I believe it is, my sister gave me dove shampoo as a joke one year for Christmas, and I liked how it made my hair feel, so I kept buying the stuff.” Connor shrugs his shoulders as he hops off the counter. “Anyway, I should be getting home, Zoe and Alana are coming over for dinner, and since Zoe is pregnant now, she has really weird cravings. I’ve gotta get prepared for that.”

“Al-alright! I’ll see you tomorrow morning, right?” Evan asks, twisting his hands in the hem of his shirt.

“Course Ev.” Connor pulls Evan into a hug, waves at Jared, then leaves the store.

One minute of silence later, Jared turns to the nervous blond haired boy. “Dude, he is so into you. When are you planning on turning those movie nights of yours into date nights?”

“Shut, shut up Jared. He isn’t in-into me.”

“I dunno what planet you’re living on, but Connor is totally in love with you. The way he looked at you is the way my Dad looks at my mom when she’s babbling on about whatever story she’s currently writing.” At Jared’s words, Evan’s face gets as red as a rose. “Look, man, all I’m saying is, if you don’t ask him out soon. You might miss your chance.”

“But How am I su-suppose to do that!” Evan cries out. He’s never asked anyone out, and has only gone on a grand total of three dates. He doesn’t know how he should ask Connor out, much less how to proceed with the date if he even says yes.

“Relax dude, I know exactly how to handle this. Connor seems to be exactly like my sister’s boyfriend, and she asked him out so, we’ll base it off of what she did.”

“Bu-but Jenny is a lot mo-more comfortable around people!”

“And you’re comfortable around Connor. Please Evan, just trust me.”

Evan thinks for a moment. Honestly, he really does want to ask Connor out, and since he has no idea how to do that, Jared could help. He just hopes this doesn’t ruin what he already has with the tattooed-covered boy.

Two days later, as Connor walks into the flower shop, he notices that Evan is in the back room. Connor, deciding that he should sneak up on his friend, quietly walks around the counter, and goes to push open the half-cracked door when he hears Evan on the phone. Initially, he wasn’t going to listen in, but that was before he heard Evan mention his name.

“-Okay, but I’m still nervous. I always am! What if Connor doesn’t like me as more than a friend, and he thinks I’m really creepy, and never wants to talk to me again!”

Connor is a surprised at hearing that Evan likes him, but his happiness soon takes over that surprise, as he shoves the door open, and runs towards a shocked Evan.

“Trust me Ev, if I thought you liking me was creepy, I’d be a huge hypocrite.” Connor pulls back from the hug, smiling down at Evan.

“I, uh, you heard that?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, I didn’t mean to listen in, but I’m glad I did. What do you say we go out to dinner tonight? It’ll be like normal, except this time we call it a date, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

“Perfect,” Connor repeats, as he places a soft kiss on Evan’s cheek.

“And that is how I met your papa.” Connor finishes, placing a soft kiss on Evan’s head, hugging him from behind.”

“Damn dad, why didn’t you wait to see how papa was going to ask you out?” Their daughter, Vivian, asks.

“Well, Viv, I was just too overjoyed by the fact that someone as amazing as your papa liked me, that I just couldn’t wait. Plus, who knows if Ev would have actually followed through with it.”

Vivian and Danny laugh, knowing all too well how nervous their papa can get.

“Hey, I would have asked you out! Eventually, probably with Jared doing most of the work, but it would have happened.” Evan counter reacts, swatting at his husband’s hands that were still placed around his waist. “Now come on, your first day of finals are tomorrow, you need to rest up. Junior year is important.

The teens grumble as they walk down the hall to their respective rooms.

“We did good with them, didn’t we.”

“Yeah, we did.”

Connor turns Evan around in his arms, and leans down to give Evan a slow and soft kiss. Even after being together for twenty years, Evan still feels like a teenager, in lover for the first time, when kissing Connor. He never wants this feeling to go away.

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Ink and Flowers (1/2)

Summary: When Owen’s mother is desperate for help at her flower shop, he helps out, thinking nothing will come of it. Then, the tattoo artist from across the street comes in, wanting to sketch the flowers. From there, everything becomes more than just ink and flowers.

AO3

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I know you guys want other fics finished, but I got inspired and wanted to do this. Next update should be in two weeks. Sorry if the delay is long. My birthday is coming up and free time is being taken away by like a dozen different things. Hope you like. xx

When Owen came back from the Navy, there wasn’t much he wanted to do. He worked with animals before, but had no formal training with them, he had his military training but there wasn’t much he could do with that in ordinary life. So, he worked for his mother and father part time, the other times he was working as a personal trainer and training men to work with military dogs.

Pulling up on the bar, hitching his body up and feeling the twinge in his thighs - the pull ups at the gym were getting excessive. Owen couldn’t help it though, he was driving himself in circles when he thought about Charlie Charlie or the dogs at the military training base. He was struggling to find a clear path in his head.

Phone blaring, Owen dropped from the bar and took his way past the mirror. The scars on his skin shone brighter with the glistening sweat drenching his torso. He huffed before he picked up his phone, hearing the frantic breathing of his mother on the other end. “Owen!” she proclaimed, a tone of surprise and joy all in one.

“Mom? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m desperate, are you free?” she gave out a soft and hopeless breath.

“Yeah, what is it?” he asked, running a towel over the back of his neck, trying to catch the beads of sweat over his body.

“I need someone to run the store for me,” she said, begging with every last word. Owen groaned. His mother flower shop was lovely to visit, but Owen hadn’t run it since he started training for the Navy

“What about -”

His mother quickly interrupted. “Vivian had to go out of town. Your father is still at the hospital and he isn’t taking his medication again and I don’t -”

“Mom, I’ll handle it,” he sighed. His mother sighed on the other end.

“I love you the best. You’re the best son I have,” she said, like she always did. He rolled his eyes.

��I’m your only son. Say I’m your favourite child and I might believe you,” he smiled.

“Sorry, I love you and Elena equally,” she gave a soft giggle, knowing that his mother was never going to pick a favourite of her kids.

“Yeah, yeah,” Owen chuckled, gathering up his belonging. He managed to jump in the shower at home before changing into a dark dress shirt and some jeans that had probably worn past their use at this point. Putting on his combat boots he met his mother at the entrance of the shop. She handed him the keys, kissed him on the forehead and left him at the corner shop that was filled with flowers.

Stepping inside was like a perfume store; every smell and fragrance that lingered in the air intoxicating and lovely to walk through walls of different aromas. He had worked the store before, being a nice enough salesperson, but he didn’t care enough to gauge what people were really looking for. Managing to work the afternoon with no uncomfortable conversations and adhering to all his mother’s rules about the shop, even fixing bouquets together on the fly from how he remembered it.

Pushing the cash drawer closed, he smiled to the last customer of the day. He turned the open side over, showing the closed sign out of the door. Owen took the cash from the till, counting it all and putting down everything in the books before going to the safe in the back, stacking away the money. When he was making sure everything was ready to put away, he heard the soft ding of the bell as the door passed it. He crooked his head before closing up the safe. “Viv? Vivian, you in?” a feminine voice called out.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” Owen called, walking back into the main shop, watching as one of the most radiant women walk cautiously into the shop. With a sketchpad hitched underneath her arm, she smiled to Owen. Her hair was the colour of copper with similar coloured freckles scattering her skin. With blue eyes like the ocean in the middle of a storm, the small lift at the edge of her nose and a smile that slayed him, Owen was sold. Gracing her skin, she was covered in tattoos; across her arms, along the side of her neck and most likely littering the rest of her. She looked almost professional, flared trousers that came up just past her hips and a shirt that was tied in at her stomach; whoever this was, she was stunning and Owen was feeling his heart patter like rain on roof.

“Oh, no. I had an agreement with Vivian that I get to sketch here after hours to work on my flower skills. I work at the tattoo parlor across the road,” she explained, biting at the edge of her lip, waiting patiently for Owen to reply.

“I’m Owen, the owner, kinda,” he stammered, rubbing his hands together as she came up and around the counter, sitting on the stool and setting her sketchpad down.

“Nice to meet you, Owen the owner. Kinda,” she winked before she stopped, looking over to Owen, who must have seem flustered and uncomfortable; he really wasn’t sure how this usually worked and he couldn’t exactly ask anyone. “Is it okay if I do this? I mean, Vivian stays with me and watches me work,” she elaborated, showing some of her other sketches. Some of the flowers were in clear view from where she was sitting, others hidden or not on display. Owen noticed one sketch that he had seen before.

“You give Vivian that tattoo on her ankle?” he asked, pointing to the tulip that decorated an entire page in the woman’s sketchpad.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a smile that made her cheeks beautiful and full.

“You’re welcome here,” he shrugged. She extended her hand to him, a large and detailed image of a fox laid across the backside of her hand, the colours matching that of her hair.

“I’m Claire, by the way,” she greeted and Owen took it, nodding and smiling back to her. Owen decided to clean as she worked on the lavender in front of the desk that day. Claire sat on the stool, her shoulders hunched over and hair falling all around the right side of her neck. Owen tried not to watch her when she swept the floor, but there was a thing she did that had him watching her every time.

When she was trying to get a petal or flower right; she put her pencil in her mouth, rolling the wood across her teeth in frustration. Around her index finger, she curled her hair, the length of it filtering through the remainders of her hand. Eyes focused, she maintained a contact with what she was drawing, as though she was willing it onto paper with sheer intimidation. Then, like an electric shock, she was working once more; pencil out from teeth, fingers no longer playing with hair, now she was focused on the art, that soon turned into a sketch-work-masterpiece.

“I haven’t seen you in at all,” Claire said, half working on a new sketch and half paying attention to Owen. He shrugged as he placed the fallen petals into their bin and rested his hands on the top of the broom, his chin soon meeting against his knuckles.

“My mom owns the store. She was desperate. Dragged me here,” he sighed

Claire glanced up from her sketchpad, smirking as though she knew something he didn’t. “And you just have time to jump when mommy calls?” she jabbed, returning to her art.

“Well, I got discharged from the Navy ‘cause of my bum knee, so I’ve got time on my hands nowadays,” he replied, not letting her words phase him. He had heard similar replies since he was home, so he had hardened to being useless. Sometimes more than others. Claire stopped working to look up at him, a red line rushing over her cheeks and nose.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she grimaced, her own words impacting on her. Owen shrugged again.

“Nah, it’s okay,” he said, lifting from the broom and moving around the desk to lean against it. “I didn’t do much before I joined the Navy, so I haven’t been able to find my legs since being home.”

“Why did you get discharged?” she asked, a timid voice behind her words, as though she was worried she was stepping over the line. Owen folded his arms, sighing but smiling in a way he knew his mother would describe as ‘goofy’.

“That’s a bit of a story,” he said, not wanting to get into the gory details as much. That’s when he felt Claire’s foot nudge against his thigh.

“I’m not going to cringe,” she whispered and Owen chuckled, letting his hands fall to either side of him and grip hard into the desk.

“Me and my unit were supposed to be on a solo mission. We had no back ups because we were the only squad asked to go. If we fail, we die. We got to the location, we were ready and we got out mission completed,” he explained, noticing that Claire was listening and waiting for the story. She tapped his leg once more, eager to hear the rest.

“But?”

Owen signed, watching his feet and not wanting to raise his eyes to Claire. “We didn’t anticipate the amount of guys we had to get through on the way out. We got hit with an IED. I got thrown. Knee was ruined. It was my last tour,” he chewed on his bottom lip. “I got discharged ‘cause I couldn’t pass my physical. But I had pushed myself to do it, so my captain has put in a word to see if I can make it up,” he explained, finally looking up to Claire. She tilted her head.

“Are you considering going back?” she asked, a small amount of concern in her voice.

“I have no idea at this point,” he shrugged. Then, there was a loud alarm blaring. Claire scrambled for her purse, grabbing at her phone and turning off the alarm.

“Shit, I gotta go!” she swore, grabbing her sketchpad and rushing past Owen.

“It was good meeting -” he started as the bell rang and the image of her woman was gone. “you,” he finished, picking up the broom and finished up the floor. As he was reading to shut up the shop for the late afternoon, the bell suddenly rang again. Owen perked up to see Claire half peeking in through the door.

“You too, Owen,” she smiled before rushing off again. Owen chuckled, shaking his head and continuing locking up.

Owen found that every moment he was meant to be at the gym, he was now at his mother’s shop, helping out when he really wasn’t needed. Every other day Claire would stop into the shop, drawing and chatting with Vivian and Owen. Sometimes she’d just come in to talk and joke with them. It was becoming a habit and Owen loved it. There were days where Owen had to work with clients and work with the dogs, and he would feel guilty for missing his days at the shops - even though there was someone already there. Anyone who wasn’t him and took care of the shop was not good enough. And he knew damn well why he felt that way.

“You’re working here more often, Mister Grady,” Vivian mentioned that afternoon, as Owen adjusted the roses in front of the counter.

“Vivian, don’t you dare,” he commented, though he smiled to himself.

“I didn’t say anything,” Vivian giggled. “Just maybe a certain tattoo artist is making you hang around,” she teased, tickling at Owen’s sides. He raised his eyebrows, staring Vivian down playfully when the door’s bell rang and the two smiled.

“Hey guys!” Claire beamed, an odd outfit on for the day. She wore shorts, which was very unusual, but as his eyes investigated, the clingwrap that hugged her thigh told him everything; she had a new tattoo.

“How’s the new tattoo going?” Vivian asked, Owen taking the money from the till to the back room like he always did, dictating in the books the new amount that day. Owen came back around the corner, leaning against the doorframe and folding his arms. The women talked away.

“I only got it done today. Wanted to drop by and say hi before heading off,” Claire smiled, tying up her hair in a lazy bun. She seemed tired, the session must have been long enough for Claire to become exhausted.

“I bet it looks amazing,” Vivian beamed. Claire huffed as she put her hands on her hips.

“And how is our soldier? Silent today,” she remarked, looking at Owen. He scratched the back of his neck.

“Got a lot on my mind,” he said as the bell rang to the shop and a whirlwind of noise came flooding in - in particular, the sound of a dog panting, barking and sniffing all the flowers. Owen jumped off from the frame and raced over to Barry who led in the excited pup. “Wow, Barry, I didn’t realise you were bringing Trixie in today,” he said, greeting his friend. The two shared a small embrace before Owen bent down to Trixie. She was a growing German Shepherd, a thick fur coat with a gorgeous face that beamed with excitement.

“Sorry man, house wasn’t keeping her there long enough,” Barry explained and Owen nodded, scratching behind Trixie’s ear. He gave a sharp whistle between his teeth and the dog sat down patiently, wagging her tail in an eager display of willpower. Owen grinned before clicking his fingers and the dog jumped up, licking his face. She was only young after all, so he let things slide with her.

“Who’s this?” Claire interrupted as Barry extended his hand.

“Barry.”

“I meant the dog,” Claire remarked before laughing a little. She took Barry’s hand. “I’m joking. Claire. I work across the road,” she told him. But who is this wonderful puppy here?”

“Trixie. She’s a military dog. Been training her for a while,” Owen said as Claire bent down at his side. Trixie started to jump up at Claire when Owen whistled and Trixie sat back down.

“You train military dogs?” Claire asked as they both rose up. Owen tucked his hands into his pockets before shrugged.

“In my off time.”

“What else do you do in your off time?” Claire challenged, crossing her arms.

“Personal trainer,” Owen said, untucking his hands and scratching the back of his head.

“Plays a mean round of pool too,” Barry shot out. Owen’s brow narrowed, then he realised what his friend was doing. Since coming home, Owen hadn’t dated anyone, hadn’t even considered dating anyone. And Barry must have sensed something, known something.

“I’ve been told I can beat anyone at pool. Where do you want to go? I know Ricky’s has a small table,” Claire offered, a challenge waiting in that smile of hers.

“Owen has his own full-table,” Vivian interrupted and Owen clenched his jaw.

“I’ll have to show you one of these days,” he said before anyone else could make a fool of him. Claire bit at her lip before nodding.

“It’s a date,” she said, Owen feeling the beat of his heart like an electric wave - the quickening of flowed through his body, making him feel new and alive. An alarm blared from Claire’s phone. 5pm on the dot. She scrambled to stop it and furrowed her brow. “Shit, I gotta go,” she remarked, waving to everyone and patting Trixie’s head.

It was a week or so later when Claire finally confronted Owen on the date that he had promised. They agreed to keep it casual, just hang out at his and call it a night around 11pm. There was an unspoken agreement to not mention why she would leave but they both knew it was the right thing to do. Meeting at his at 7pm was the plan, to just have dinner, play a little pool and let them both be free of any mistakes they might make that night. Instead of his dinner and cooking skills going to plan, he almost set fire to his kitchen. Letting the remains of the poor unfortunate meal he was planning, he quickly rang up the Chinese restaurant just down the street and begged for them to hurry it over.

It was 7:30 when Claire managed to get there, in a fluster as she got to the door. “Sorry, I thought I might have to cancel and a lot of other mess,” she said walking in, barely letting Owen register what she was wearing. In a green dress that had string straps hugged at her bodice before giving her room from her waist onwards. Across her chest, and at the top of one of her knees leading up to her thighs, she was showcasing a range of tattoos with bizarre styles to artistic to a classic form of tattooing. Owen would have to ask her about some of them soon.

“All good,” he shrugged. Claire tossed her hair over her shoulder before she looked at Owen.

“You fucked up dinner didn’t you?” she said, both noticing the faint smell of burnt food lingering in the air. He chuckled.

“A little.”

“Chinese?”

“Already got it covered.”

“Genius,” she smiled before setting down her purse.

The Chinese food arrived a little while later and as for surprises, Claire kept hitting him in the gut with them. She settled on the floor in front of the TV, resting her plate on the coffee table as she ate through her dinner. Owen sat down opposite her, smiling and blissfully aware that this night was happening and it was everything he wanted it to be.

��Did you work with dogs when you were fighting?” Claire asked, taking a bite from her spring roll. Owen dusted his hands.

“Yeah. A couple of different ones. Most other people’s. But I had my own,” he recalled, leaning back on his hands with his legs outstretched. He felt comfortable talking to Claire, which was very weird.

“How many dogs did you work with?” she asked, covering her mouth as she talked.

“I was in a special unit so we always had a dog with us. We worked with around twelve dogs. Some were more permanent than others,” he said, Claire’s eyes widening.

“Did they -”

“Oh, no. We never saw our dogs get too badly injured, but some of them retired or got injured in a spot that prevented them from doing their job efficiently. Some were only training so, we swapped around a bit,” he corrected and Claire gave a sigh, dusting her own hands, both plates bare.

“How was working with them, though?”

“Dogs are loyal but they’re an incredibly big target,” he shrugged.

“What do you mean?”

“The people we fight, they know about the dogs. They will find out what kind of dog it is and have a price out for it. People, not just the other side, but civilians will target the dogs for the reward. We’ve gotta be real careful when we train them and use them,” he explained, remembering days when covering your dog was more important than any other mission because they had done it so many times before. “They’re your lifeline.”

“Did you ever use one?”

“Yeah,” Owen smiled. “I didn’t tell you what I am.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Navy SEAL,” he remarked and Claire gave out a surprised scoff. “My dog, Charlie Charlie, she was my best friend and my ultimate life-saver,” Owen remembered. Times when he was at his worst, scared and feeling alone in the middle of chaos, he had Charlie Charlie there to be his everything.

“What happened?”

“I got out. She didn’t,” Owen shrugged. Claire was visibly taken aback by that and Owen corrected himself quickly. “She’s still on active duty and it’s killing me being away from her.”

Claire sighed, tucking hair behind her ear. “How much longer does she have?”

“Another year or so. Though, I’ve heard she’s stopped taking orders so she’s probably going to retire soon,” Owen said, stretching out his neck that had become stiff.

“Why wouldn’t she…” Claire started before it seemed to click. “She misses you.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Some dogs are incredibly loyal. Meaning, they won’t take orders from just anyone. Charlie Charlie took orders from me. Now I’m the only person she’s going to listen to.”

“Must be tough,” she said, sympathising with him. He smiled back to her timidly.

“It sucks, yeah.”

Drinking another bottle of beer, and joking with one another, they finally managed to rise from the floor and Owen showed her the pool table that was held in the back room for the space alone. Claire bit at her lip before going over to the cues. “So, you wanna play?” she beamed.

“Thought that was the point of tonight,” Owen said going behind Claire and following her to the rack of cues. She grabbed at a cue before Owen came behind her, taking hold of the stick and slipping it from her hand. “Ah, mine,” he said over her shoulder. She turned, a spark of excitement echoed across her eyes.

“Oh, picky are we?”

“About a few things,” Owen shrugged and Claire tugged on another cue as Owen walked around to the other side of the table.

“Want to play for something a little more than just winning a game?” she tempted and Owen stopped, holding onto his cue tightly.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, watching as Claire tilted her head and suddenly leaned across the table.

“If I win, you have to lie down on this table and I get to do whatever I want to you,” she said, a wicked smile pressing to the edge of her lips. “If you win, you can do anything you want to me,” she said as her hand skimmed over the green fabric. Owen felt his cock twitch. She was good at temptation and he knew she was keenly aware. Biting his lip, he clutched at the cue once more before his eyes tightened on her. Claire took in a sharp breath.

“Why not get the game out of the way? We both want this to happen,” he asked before Claire battered her eyelashes.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

Then, the game got interesting beyond what they had already bargained. Owen and Claire had both played well for the first three balls before they both got crafty - distracting the other in some way or another. Once, as Owen prepared to shoot, he watched as Claire ran her tongue up the cue, her eyes barely lifting from his. Owen kept his eyes on hers as he shot the ball, it skipping past one of Claire’s and sinking directly into the pocket in the corner. Claire huffed as her turn came up, sinking her ball. It became habit to just skim past each, teasing and distracting every way they could.

Then, Owen snuck the eightball with two of Claire’s balls still remaining on the table. Owen put his cue back on the rack, walking around the table to try to get to Claire. She avoided him, their bodies orbiting the table. “I win,” Owen reminded, raising his brow.

“You lied about how good you were,” Claire said, her cue fitting up against Owen’s.

“Never said anything about how good I was. I think the phrase Barry used was ‘he plays a mean round’. I count that as mean,” Owen reminded her. Then, everything in him screamed for her, begged for her to come to him. He wasn’t going to move; she was his in this moment and he was going to have her how he wanted her. He gestured to her, one finger softly beckoning her to him. “Here. Now.” It wasn’t a question; it was a demand, and he wanted it met. Claire bit at her lip, taking her time in going to Owen. The guttural sound that vibrated at the back of his throat was unexpected, but he watched her with heated eyes and she finally made her way to him.

“So, what are you going to do to me?” she asked as she stood in front of him. She seemed so much smaller now, her nature and confidence not wavering, but she seemed to buckle under his gaze. He twirled his finger, making her turn around. Claire complied, like she had no control over herself; she was willingly doing as she was told.

It was like a daze of thoughts - everything all at once and yet nothing seemed real. He was really getting to do whatever he liked to her. Owen flipped up her dress revealing the black lace underwear that hid beneath. Owen pushed on her lower back, forcing her down onto the table gently. Taking his fingers, he ran the lace down her legs and she stepped out of them quickly. As Owen’s pace was slow, he was so tempted to taste her, have her exactly the way he intended, but something in him pulled him to ask.

“You sure about this?” he whispered as he bent over her and whispered in her ear. His cock was hardening now, lining the seam of his pants and pressing into her. Claire nodded with a small whine following. “Legs,” he demanded. She stepped to the side, letting herself be spread up just that little bit more. His hand rounded the curve of her ass, her soft skin so tempting - his hand smacked against it and Claire gasped, as though she wasn’t quite expecting the pleasure of it. The red mark came up quickly, his hand leaving a perfect sign that she was his.

Licking his fingers, Owen ran them over Claire’s folds, already wet with anticipation, but as soon as his fingers slid over her, Claire’s hips raised - expecting more. Unbuckling his pants, he took his length into his hand, stroking it lightly before running his tip over Claire’s heated cunt. Claire rose up on her hands as Owen started to fill her with his length. She was warm and as she rocked back, she was more than inviting. Hitting each other in a soft movement, she welcomed him fully, though she was panting more than he expected. With how Claire was going, he expected her to be composed and trying her hardest not to see effected by him - instead, she was shaking slightly, visibly enjoying herself.

Holding onto her waist, his other hand slid up her back, fingers loosely tracing the lines of her tattoos. Taking hold of her shoulder, Owen began thrusting into Claire with everything he had. Claire whimpered and moaned with every few thrusts, the way their bodies moved together made everything like ecstasy - intoxicating and mind-blowing. Every thrust was to the hilt, their bodies meeting together in a display of passion - they needed as much pleasure as possible. Owen gripped hard into her hair, forcing Claire up and holding onto the rail of the table. Kissing along the length of her neck and cheek, it dawned on Owen that the two hadn’t kissed at all; yet this all felt right.

Claire panted, her hand reaching down to her clit, beginning to stroke it. Owen grunted, forcing his hand in her place. Her fingers were rough, and he teased at her. Claire buckled, needing the railing once more as Owen’s fingers began playing with her more and more. Claire suddenly reached for Owen’s wrist, not because she wanted him to stop, because she was getting close to her climax. Her nails ground into his arm, an overwhelmingly brilliant pain that just fucking worked enough to push Owen harder.

Taking a sudden gasp in, Claire’s hips forcing back into Owen’s, her orgasm broke beautifully. Sweat glistened on her shoulders as she moaned and chuckled out in surprise, bliss just radiating through her. Owen didn’t stop his fingers or the way his cock filled her each time their skin met - her next orgasm following quickly and unexpectedly. That’s when Owen couldn’t take it anymore; when Claire’s head fell back, or pleasure took over her, he never got to see her. He wanted to see her and for her to know it was all him.

Leaving her beautiful warmth, he took Claire around and settled her on the rail of the table. Claire took up her dress and threw it across the room. As she unclasped her bra, Owen marvelled at her decorated skin; every piece of art hidden by clothing was fine art on even finer art. Her hands grabbed at Owen’s shirt, beginning to unbutton it when she stopped, tracing her fingers over the tattoo that was on his chest.

“You’ve been hiding this from me,” Claire said, smiling. Owen ripped his shirt open, showing the tattoos littering his skin.

“These,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss Claire. It was rough and needy, teeth biting and nipping. It was the exact fire that Owen thought they would have; perfect and filled with adrenaline.

“I’m gonna kill you for hiding these,” she muttered as Owen pulled her closer, trailing his lips down her neck and to her breasts. Claire soon found the tattoos that littered Owen’s back. “Wait, let me -”

“Later. I’m busy,” he mumbled, biting at her breast and slowly sinking into her again. Claire had no choice in concentrating on his tattoos, her head had already fallen back. Owen let his mouth stay on her breast, biting and nipping at her, sucking at her nipples whenever he got the chance. Claire purred when Owen lightly bit on her nipple, her legs forcing his hips in tighter to her.

Their hips met in a flurry of want and need. Claire’s hips bucked to meet with Owen’s, both impatient as the other. Owen kissed Claire again, as he thrust into her harder. It became harder for them both to maintain themselves, pushing, clawing, biting just to get each other off. Owen could feel Claire’s chest fluttering faster, gasping and moaning more than before. She was going come and he knew that it was going have her shaking and buckling. Claire’s nails dragged over his skin, crying out in pleasure, her body trying to gain friction, but she was just riding out her pleasure as best as she could.

The table was becoming an unwelcome component to their rhythm. Every time Owen wanted to go harder or faster with Claire, she would almost slip from the railing and Owen would have to pull her in and start again. It was becoming messy and uncoordinated. Owen just wanted to fucked Claire how he wanted to fuck her. And this damn table railing wasn’t helping in the slightest.

Owen groaned, taking himself from Claire once more before kicking off his pants and jumping up on the table. Claire laughed, moving herself around to the centre of the table. Owen found himself right back where he wanted to be inside her, their bodies meeting in a wonderful rhythm of sin. Claire giggled more, enjoying herself and the pleasure she was feeling. Owen just couldn’t stop smiling. There was something sensual about what they were doing - obviously - but, they focused on each other, the happiness that being together had them in.

This position, however, gave Owen the perfect view of the beauty underneath him; watching her every time his cock pressed in deep inside her. Every time she wanted to feel something more, her chest lifted and fell back on the table with frustration, immediately masked by pleasure. Her face would turn to the table when she wanted to hide the smiles she couldn’t bear to show him. When he saw her like that, he would kiss up her neck, letting his tongue linger on her skin. They linked their fingers, holding on tight as Owen breathed heavily into Claire’s shoulder. Her nails pierced the back of his hand as she held on.

Owen knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and when he felt Claire’s body crave his, he knew they weren’t going to last long at all. They were rocking back and forth, pushing and thrust as hard and fast as they could, begging their bodies to get them to the end. Skin feeling like it was fire and electric, Owen felt Claire’s orgasm, the way her walls clamped down on his cock just wanting it that much more. It took no less than four thrusts to have him spiraling through Claire, his climax reached and he spilled inside of her. Claire’s hips circled, riding them both out of their climaxes.

It had been some time, just lying on the pool table that would forever remind him of that night. They were wrapped up with one another, Claire’s leg laying over his hip and Owen’s arm draped over her back. Claire’s fingers circled around tattoos and scars, asking him about the certain tattoos that her had. Some were old, from when he was a teenagers, some from when he first joined and others from different countries that he visited. Claire’s finger traced over a lined scar at the base of his ribs. “Tell me about this one,” Claire asked.

“Stabbed,” he told her, gracing his fingers over the scar line. “When you do what I do, you have to be prepared to do whatever it takes. Getting stabbed was a requirement of taking down a pretty bad dude.” Claire winced. Owen chuckled and kissed her crown.

“And this one?” Her fingers traced a scar hidden by a tattoo. It was circular and was hidden by a moon, just a little larger than the old scar.

“Shot in combat about two years ago,” he said as Claire’s hand tried finding more scars to ask about.

“And what about -”

“Enough talking from you,” Owen groaned, pulling Claire into him and tickling her. She started to squeal and kick her legs, trying to push off from Owen but lost terrible.

“No! Stop!” she cried out in between her laughter and Owen watched as she smiled brighter than ever before. How did he get so lucky?

“I want to keep seeing you,” Owen murmured. Claire hummed, curling up alongside him again.

“I come to the store nearly every day,” she reminded. “You can pick me up every day you see me.”

“I’m gonna be there everyday from now on, I hope you know that,” he said as Claire tilted her head up towards his.

“I was counting on it,” Claire chuckled before they kissed once more.

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12 MONKEYS SEASON 3 TRAILER

* UPDATE *

I’ve posted a v.2 of this, now with screenshot visual aids *and* more rambling! I know—how’s *that* possible, right?

So…Syfy’s posted a new trailer for season 3 of 12 MONKEYS. Usually, I would do my best to dodge promos before a show or movie is actually released. I like to get hit w/the text without as few hints as possible. Go in with as little pre-text as possible. But, given the paradigm-shifting “linear-binge” release of this season—leave it to 12 MONKEYS to Splinter an entire season (encompassing centuries =) into a single weekend, with all 10 episodes beamed in order over May 19, 20, and 21—I’m thinking I’ll need to get my wheels-spinning crazy talk wherever I can. And thusly, I tumbl…

The first new shot of Cole, from the front and then from behind, has him holding a tech-festooned staff. The design calls to mind a computerized tuning fork, *just* the thing for time/dimension/reality-hopping, or tuning/dialing. Perhaps one of its components is a tank of red tea, reloadable via Keurig-like cartridges? With a regulated IV feed or retractable needles in the handle? Maybe this device enhances or adapts Cole’s mental time travel abilities, allowing him to view specific points in time or even what-if?s. Could it be a way to enable him to physically travel? A staff version of the vests? =)

Titan appears as a complex/city in the distance with a sea with rocks or wreckage or maybe ice floes in the foreground. Does Titan only move in Time and not space (relative to the Earth)? Is it always in Colorado? Climate change is real, people!

We see someone with great posture ascend the steps within Titan to meet w/Tall Man, or perhaps his father, both surrounded by robed figures. RE: that posture…It reminds me of Ethan Seki, but knowing that he’s in this season, I’m thinking Gaius Baltar.

That first shot of the four hat-and-coated figures, silhouetted in the fog or smoke in the dark…The three lights on each of their vests powering on…Gorgeous! Evokes DARK CITY for me (a good thing =), and some kind of clockwork men. I want the tech to be embedded in these people, but a later shot shows us that this is likely tech mounted on a vest. Portable Splinter/Titan units, a la Doctor Who’s Vortex Manipulators? In a future world (like, the future of the future, post-2044) of 12 MONKEYS, that’s where my head immediately goes. Although, honestly, that seems very unfair, no?

Still, if that IS what they are, I'd associate them with some very interesting story/logic that necessitates their not being usable before some year. After all, if the Witness's forces *ever* had this tech, they could have used it in the times Team Splinter has visited, right? Maybe the use of these vests shreds spacetime, and jumping back beyond a certain point would undo their invention in the first place? Or, y'know, something like that. =)

I’m *really* hoping that these figures are Something Else, tho. At the bottom of the season 3 poster, we see them standing in front of a console with the Witness’s/Titan symbol, and so, we want to associate them, right? But what if that’s just a couple of these…Time Shadows entering the Titan city limits? What if these guys are representatives of another player in the war across/for time? Perhaps descendants of the Witness and the Titanians, who know more than W does…Or are using W as their agent in their relative past?

Or maybe they serve a Time Variance Authority. Some organization—who knows under what authority/morality?—that watches over and polices Time and History, countering and punishing anyone who seeks to change too much. Maybe to preserve their own existence, Time’s existence (assuming damage is done by reckless splintering), or their own ideal mission outcome.

Cuz, how great would it be to have everyone we know, set up as enemies and rivals in so many permutations, ultimately be on the same side versus some (apparently) greater Time fascist?

Or greater threat to Time itself? If we take the Red Forest being an End-of-Time paradise as a feint, constructed to get all the splinter chess pieces into the right places to bring about the birth of the Witness, then the Witness was never really about that, right? Maybe he didn’t come up w/that threat himself, tho. What if he adapted it from a greater threat to Time? So…Casserole & Son (*and* Jones, Jennifer, Ramse & Son, Olivia, the Daughters, the X-Monkeys, & Agent Gale, Primaries, Monkeys, Druze et al) are destined to fight someone who truly does want to destroy all of Time and replace it with… Well, nothingness seems like a good ultimate goal, let’s go with that for now.

What if the super-future is amazing, but in a universe in which time travel is ever invented, history must be choreographed in order for it to be realized and persist. So, this paradise future has a black ops arm that manipulates events in the past to keep it safe. The paradise is a wonderful destiny for humanity, but it robs humans in the past and present of free will. Which side would you fight for in that scenario?

Hrm…Looking a little harder at the season 3 poster again…Are there four Time Shadows (that works, right?) holding, like, an Ark of the Witness between them? I thought it was some kind of console/control panel, but now I’m seeing it differently. Interrrresting…

A funeral for Time? For the Witness?

A Time bomb?

If the vests aren’t vortex manipulator-y, maybe their portable splinter device?

A Witness trap or cage?

Time picnic dinner?

The Word of the Witness is shown preserved in plastic panes or lucite, hanging in a candelabra-lit room, a red-vine patterned banner (or glass pane?) behind it. Its Ramse-torn corner is still absent. Does Ramse still have that swatch tucked in a coat pocket somewhere?

COLE: The man behind the apocalypse is my son?

A clip of some creepy Edgar Allen Poe-y Masque(rade) of the Red Death…Cole and Cassie apparently in attendance. Hrm…Red Death…I had a theory back in season 1 that the Army might be an influence throughout history responsible for all major epidemics/plagues, as a way to thin the herd, perhaps disable or control meddling Primaries, and keep a population manageable via their resources and manipulations.

Cross fade to Cass and Cole going Nicholas Nickleby/Christmas Carol on some cobblestoned street…

KATARINA: It's been about them…

That's Jones apparently referring to Cass and Cole.

<aside> What would Cassandra name her child? I’m guessing, sadly, that Cole won’t be present for the birth. Assuming it’s a boy, maybe she’d go with her father, whom we haven’t met yet. Has Cassie mentioned him by name on the show? If not that grandpa, then how about Cole’s father, Matthew? (I don’t think we have confirmation that he’s James’s bio dad, but we never saw anyone question it.) Or—How about someone important to *both* of them? The person responsible for bringing them together? Katarina Werner Jones! Boy, *that’s* gotta sit well with Katarina, eh? (see/watch above line of dialogue =)

So, how about Jones? Like the space cat in ALIEN! Or Jonas? Jonas Cole. Jonas Railly? Or…Werner? Not so cute, but somehow fitting for a Witness-to-be, eh? Werner Cole, The Witness. Yeah. That’ll look good on his business card. =) </aside>

RAMSE: About time we set things straight…

If that is actual dialogue between Jones and Ramse, it signifies the formation of an alliance, between Ramse (and Olivia and her X-Mon/Orphans of Time) and Jones and Project Splinter. Their goal? To undo and/or destroy the Witness, which would likely pit them against one or both of his parentals. Ramse *does* like to boast about how he eats blondes for breakfast…~

Next we see an eyes-burning return to the Emerson Hotel, sometime in the mid to late 80s.

Will we ever see the lightning storm/strike that freezes the lobby’s clock? =)

Cole is dressed as Marty McFly. O, man! Are we gonna get an in-universe origin/inspiration encounter for BACK TO THE FUTURE? Whoa…

So, how about this? Agent Gale’s granddaughter, Roberta, has somehow inherited his dossier on his wacky misadventures with Cole & the Gang, and is staking out the Emerson in the 80s, perhaps at her grandpa’s direction, but maybe on her own. She meets them, maybe joins them in splintering, if the tech allows (Deacon as Time…ummm…Peter? Paul? Judas doesn’t seem right, right? =) helps them out, but of course, is sworn to secrecy—who’d believe her, anyway?—but hey, disinformation as a 3-movie franchise wasn’t disallowed, right? Story credit: Bob Gale. =)

CASS: Help me save him.

It’s just a pronoun, people. "Him" could be anyone…Junior/Witness, Cole, Deacon, Witness the Time Puppy… =)

Christopher Lloyd, wearing the Titan pendant, apparently standing in an event-y tent illuminated by standing and hanging lamps…a remote location? An excavation site? A wedding reception? A pop-up portrait studio?

The pendant and wardrobe sells the Tall Man's father identity pretty hard. As far as we know, he wouldn’t have any Messenger blood. So, if he’s not enhancedly long-lived, what era/s would he have been operating in? Given the garb, perhaps from within the clergy? Maybe late 19th century into the first half of the 20th, to find/meet Vivian in the 40s. There’s gotta be a story there about why/how Vivian returns to the Army after rejecting the Witness. I still would really love for Tall Man to be playing a long con within the Army, a sleeper agent of revenge upon the Witness for doing his mother wrong.

Maybe Christopher Lloyd's playing TM’s adopted father or Army mentor? Cuz I still *really* want his biodad to be Agent Gale! =)

COLE: If there's something wrong with him, he got it from me…

We see some drawings of gun-pointing Cole, surrounded by arcane, rune-ish characters… There’s also a shot somewhere earlier in the teaser, looking down on a figure in the center of a spiral of similar marks on a floor, suggesting that the figure has drawn them. Jennifer? Young W?

The drawings are followed by a matching image of Cole pointing the gun in reality, the exact some POV. If this were season 2, I’d say the drawings were done by a Primary who’d been targeted by Cole. His mission would have been to kill the Primary before a Messenger could paradox him or her. Could that strategy still be in play by the Witness or another party?

Or are these drawings by the Witness, who has seen that Cole would come for him as a child? Does Cole know at this gun-pointing time that W is actually Jimmy, Jr.? I’m guessing not. Hrm…

We see Katarina approaching the mothballed/covered up Splinter device. When is this? In history and in her personal timeline? Could this be a flashback to when she first arrives at Raritan National Labs from Spearhead? Or a visit that calendar-year predates that (maybe in Kat’s past, maybe her future), after the Army shut down Mr. Dr. Jones when Cole and Ramse went off-Word. Or her return to the lab, in a future (splintered-forward?) visit, post-2044.

OLIVIA: …the very edge of time…an inch from falling over…

I *think* that’s what she says. Is there an End of Time? Following thru on the idea that Time is a living thing, given life by Humanity, the End of Time would be coincident with the end of Humanity. Maybe Titan’s “home” setting is that era? If only Titanians live then, then they (and their one or few Primaries) basically ARE Time, no? Whoever lives then, would essentially *be* Time.

We see Cass approach a pedestal with a Witness plague doctor mask mounted on it…The mask is lit from above, but the space is lit by candles. This may be the same space in which the WotW is hanging.

JENN: Stop talking like a super villain.

Jennifer continues to rock! Olivia and Jennifer seem to be speaking to each other through a chain link fence. Olivia’s lucky there’s something separating them, cuz *that* is going to be an interesting reunion. I wonder how close the nearest stabby item is when that happens. =)

THE COMPLETE NEW SEASON

KATARINA (or the new girl?): Don't make me put you down…

As Jones pushes thru double doors (at Project Splinter?)…Daughters behind her?

JENN: They're coming—they're coming!

This may be Jennifer the Titan-zapped girl-out-of-time dropped into WW1 (or later, 2?), exercising her Primary abilities to warn her unwitting captors or guards of imminent Monkeys Army meddling.

DEACON: Go!

This looks like a shot from the season 2 finale, caught between a rock and robed-and-masked place, facing Witness acolytes in Titan, holding the pass so that Jennifer can escape get coin-tossed into Time. Maybe just cuz that footage is available, but maybe cuz we’ll see it again when we learn how he survived.

Ramse, leading with a gun and firing…Nothing new there, right? =)

IN ONE WEEKEND EVENT

CASS: He's mine…

Cut to Cass apparently giving birth…a new age-y red leaf infused water birth?

Tall Man looking true-believer-ecstatically pleased…Maybe a shot we’ve already seen?

EVIL ANNIE LENNOX: You can't have him…

She's sporting a 3-lights vest vortex manipulator over her MIB/Stranger/Observer/Chosen One/Time Shadow coat…

Jenn and Cole stomping thru a complex (looks like Project Splinter), Cole loading his gun, Jenn following…

A chapel or small-ish cathedral(?), the sanctuary heavily candlelit…Are the walls decorated with gilded red vines? A figure before a table before the altar with his back to the pews…It seems the voice we hear should belong to that figure…

W: Mother…Father…After all this time…

Two people walk down the aisle, approaching the figure at the front of the chapel… Seems like Cass on the left, Cole on the right, possibly in those black coats—in disguise?—maybe wearing Time Vests.

Cut to a figure raising a mask to reveal his face during "After all this time…"

Knowing that James “Gaius Baltar” Callis is in this season, I think it's him and his Brit-ish/aristocratic accented voice. Not sure that the unmasking happens in that same chapel space or as part of that same scene.

Based on W’s choice of words, seems like Cass will be separated from her son at some point in his infancy. Sad. =(

Then again, if that’s the case, who’s to say that this person confronting them *is* actually Jimmy, Jr., huh? =)

12 MONKEYS NEW SEASON MAY 19

It’s later than you think =)

Keep on keepin’ on~

#12 MONKEYS #Syfy #season 3 #teaser #video #crazy talk #theory #breakdown #Cole #Cassie #Ramse #Jennifer #Jones #Gale #Witness #James Callis #Christopher Lloyd

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