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arundolyn · 1 year
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funny maid so true
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03-22-24 | Channing had a blast making Hail, Caesar! in 2016 with the Coen Bros. via howloopyisthat. MisterLemonzMen.tumblr.com/archive
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darthpastry · 4 months
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I think I have an issue because according to Apple Music and including the instrumental version, I've listened to this song over 160 times this year. With how much I've listened to it on YouTube, easily over 200. It's been out for 2 months.
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ofc-fics · 2 years
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Consider this a request for dark headmistress Peregrine. Go crazy. Go wild. Let your imagination soar to its highest heights.
Thank you.
A/N: That's cheating! I've got a million ideas! It y'alls' job to narrow the field. Now you get the dull, unoriginal idea.
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Fairy tales were about a certain type of woman put through unnecessary trauma. They were often pale with dark and beautiful hair, red lips, shining eyes. The perfect woman of the time of fairy tales. This is why you were called his little Fairy.
Your dark hair laid at your hips at all times. Your skin was pale nigh to the point of death. Your skin clung to you in an unhealthy way, jutting out your bones sharply. Your eyes seemed to glow like mirrors at night. It terrified anyone who saw it. During the day, though, they sparkled as if the stars lay within them.
You were the stuff of fairy tales, inherently popular at school purely based on your looks. But, if it kept the Normals off your back, you didn't mind.
You were mind-numbingly bored at having to sit through classes you'd sat through a dozen times to be perceived as normal. Time went on, history was lost, made into fairy tales, and everyone was so certain they were right. It annoyed the crap out of you. Not that you could claim to be the keeper of knowledge. Many things were left outside your purview.
Other peculiars, for one. You'd met a few through the years, though resided in no Loops for any length of time beyond one day. Your own past, for another. You didn't age, held the energy to resurrect the dead in your body, and the weight of it made you into this sickly thing which sat in that class. But every gift has its drawbacks. Any memories pas the previous 50 years were wiped clean. You didn't remember any of your birth family, and nothing before Abe.
The final bell of the day rang and you burst from your seat, trapped in the same hormonal urge to escape that 8 hour prison as the rest of your classmates. You all oozed from the school, masses of children making you shudder.
You knew about the monsters which hunter your kind. That's why you were in school. As far as you were concerned in the public eye, you were normal. You had nothing unique about you. Nothing to have you stand out to the Hollows and Wights which sought you out as the key to their ascent to power.
And just like an ordinary 18 year old just released for summer vacation, you did not take the bus home. You walked. You took in the sun, you reveled in your release from childhood. Even though it was directly ahead of the worst part of your routine. You could only be a grown up for a few years, three at a push. But you didn't age. You'd have to transfer sides of the family again, ages, start over school, the whole nine.
One bus trip and then another took you to the bus stop on the corner of Palm and Bahia Circle. You walked down to the end of the cul-d-sac and found your best friend's house. Abe was officially known as your grandfather, you lived with his daughter, son-in-law, and their twins. They adopted you, under a false name, at Abe's insistence. But you were always close with him, travelling when he did because no one could keep you apart. It almost pissed off the adults until he started getting worse and you were the only one to regularly take care of him.
Well, besides Jake on occasion. The boy couldn't drive and he was very easily tied up with the family. They even kept him from his peculiarity, though Abe was more than okay with that.
Knocking on your "grandfather's" door, said teenage boy appeared on the other side as he opened it. The boy smiled at you. "Hey, Y/N," he greeted with as much enthusiasm as you expected.
You smiled back, genuinely thrilled to see another peculiar, even if he was ignorant of his gift. "Good afternoon, Jacob," you responded before slipping past him.
Abe sat on his couch, only the television on as entertainment. He brightened at having you both at the same time. It happened so rarely anymore. The three of you used to be thicker than thieves when Jacob was younger and you were Franklin's little sister, Emmaline.
Now, you were alone with your "sister's" family and no one even recognized you beyond saying you got your dark hair and complexion from your "aunt" Emma. Jacob didn't know you as well and you had to watch what information you let slip you know. You pulled your coat off, rolling your eyes at Abe's version of relaxation. You pulled a deck of cards from your coat pocket, waving them before joining them in the living room.
Jacob sat back beside Abe so you sat on the other side of the table, on the ground. You looked over at the door, double-checking it was shit, unbeknownst to you in unison with Abe. The boy laughed at the twin actions.
"Okay," you started, knocking both hands of cards onto the table, "who knows how to play gin?"
Jacob rocked back in his seat. "Gin is an old person game!" he complained. Abe gave him an affronted look. Both you and Jacob burst into laughter. "What about spades?" he requested hopefully.
You laughed lightly, looking at Abe. He shrugged so you dealt.
*
Jacob was dragged home by his parents and you had to assure them four times you were fine staying.
Once the door was closer behind them, you sighed and moved back into the sitting room to clean up the plates and cups. "They take more energy than children."
"How would you know how much energy children take?" Abe snipped.
You froze in your steps to the kitchen. Facing him sharply, he shriveled up at your glare. "You mind your tone. I may have fewer wrinkles, but I assure you I am your senior," you asserted.
Abe looked away, picking up the cards to reshuffle them.
"Besides... the twins?" you tried to remind him.
But the Polish man hesitated before looking at you with a much too innocent, curious smile.
You returned from the kitchen to see it and immediately scoffed. "Carlton and Carson?" you prompted. "Your other grandsons?" you laughed out. You sat beside Abe, cutting the deck and flicking the flushing peculiar's forehead. "Besides, I helped raise Susan and Franklin more than you did."
The abashed man smacked his palm into his forehead, laughing dismissively.
The two of you cut up, and went for a few walks, and finally played gin until it was nearly sun-down. You had to take a few buses home as well so you had to you soon.
You weren't scared to walk from the bus stop to your home in the dark, through you knew what hid in the shadows. You unlocked the door with your key, input the code in the alarm box, and found the family sat down for dinner. You cursed under your breath. If only your bus had been a little slower, you could've missed the entire fairy affair. Then you scolded yourself because these people saw you as a daughter and a sister. They loved you. But they were just another fake family to you.
*
The call hadn't been unexpected, but it was devastating all the same. The news you already knew was like a blow to the stomach and a relief at the same time. Susie was who tried to comfort you. Only emotions, especially strong ones, made your peculiarity unstable. All the energy within you threatened to lash out at her so you did what you did best: you disappeared. You pulled away, locked yourself in your room.
That night, you felt a random memory alluding you into feeling petite but firm arms holding you through the grief. The earthy scent of old tobacco, not the horrid modern stinky stuff. it smelled like... like that pipe Abe kept stashed in his basement to keep it from you.
The next week was hell. Cleaning out Abe's house with Jake was bittersweet. You were the two who loved him most. And it was Jake's birthday. He didn't deserve to be grieving, but death didn't wait for permission. It threw a wrench in everything.
Including you, who was having an existential crisis. You didn't know what to do with yourself with Abe gone.
You'd sworn loyalty to the Portman family, to protect them from the monsters and the truth. You knew you had to tell Jacob, tell him what he saw and why. But you didn't remember finding out about yourself so how could you tell someone they weren't insane for seeing things other didn't? How could you express all Jacob's grandfather kept from him?
A wet laugh drew you from your thoughts. You looked up to see Jacob holding a photograph. You peeked over his shoulder to find Abe holding Jake, both of them smiling. The teen might've been 8 at the time. Emmaline had taken the photo.
You laugh yourself, catch a live smile on the boy. It made you allow a slight grin yourself. "If you do not keep and cherish that, I will," you threatened.
Jake looked at you with a look that tested you to try to take it from him. You laughed again, wandering back over to the bookcase. The teenager stared at the photo, in awe at how much he'd changed until something occurred to him. "Hey, Y/N?" He had never seen a childhood photo of you. "Where are the pictures of you when you were a kid?"
You pulled a book from the shelf, eyes glazed as they traced the oddly familiar words: Tales of the Peculiar. You tucked the storybook, which you somehow knew it was, between your arms and chest, and then faced your fake cousin. You shrugged genuinely unaware. "Europe, I guess." 34 years in a frozen body, traveling every continent with Abe had given you an ever-changing, definitely European accent. And the last 16 years in America changed nothing.
"Can't you ask your family?"
A faint smile donned your face. "No family to ask," you answered easily. "It is just me...." Your eyes flicked down, sad. "...And Abe," you mumbled. "...Was."
Jake looked at the photo again, re-depressed as well.
With the mood sufficiently re-lowered, you decided to take him home, where every blood-Portman left awaited to jump out at him in the dark. Like he hadn't had enough of that lately.
*
You didn't need therapy. You were used to people coming and going, used to peculiars living and dying. And yet you sat in an office with a blonde woman failing to shrink your head due to your closed lips.
Luckily, you weren't alone. This was Jacob's therapist, and both him and his parents sat with you. Technically, you sat with them. You were only there as a courtesy to Maryann and Franklin. Which they didn't deserve, but you digress.
Jacob found a postcard in his birthday gift from Abe. A postcard from Cairnholm. You'd never been, but you knew the importance. That's where his Ymbryne and his peculiar childhood friends lived. You weren't sure if they still lived there, loops were tricky that way.
You were quite shocked to find how easily Jacob manipulated his shrink. She was all for him going to Cairnholm and, based on his parents' reaction to her advice, it seemed like he would be going.
Franklin faced you, familiar bitterness reflected in his eyes. He hated how you'd been everywhere with Abe while he and your adoptive mother had never left the US, not even having been to every state. "Y/N, have you been to the Home?"
No, but if you said you had, you'd go and Franklin would likely leave you and Jake alone while on the trip. "Once or twice." You had no idea where the loop entrance was, but you had to go.
*
Franklin didn't think Jake was funny. You did, and you were 70% sure he'd shouted at the actual Miss Peregrine, but Franklin's horrified face made you forget your second hand embarrassment. You covered your smile with your hand because Frank would get mad, but his son was hilariously ignorant.
Everything on the island was eerily familiar, like deja vu meeting a dream you'd had when you were younger than you could remember.
The Priest Hole was your old, run-down motel and you could swear it had been burnt down. Regularly. There went your peaceful sleep for the next two weeks. Franklin went to the beach, leaving you alone with Jake to try to sniff out the Home. It was like walking in thick, blinding fog and still knowing your way.
The Home... was a decrepit shell of what it should have been. Jake wanted to go back to the motel, but you wouldn't show him the way. He followed you inside, both of you being nosy, you feeling like the windows needed to come alive and dance like the cartoon Anastasia. There was something you were missing and you hated that feeling. Sadly, as per your Peculiarity, it was horridly familiar. The parlour had a clock knocked onto the ground, cracked and frozen on September 3, 9:17 pm. You looked the clock over a million times, wondering where you'd seen it before.
You closed your eyes and turned away. You looked up the stairs, holding back Jake before he went up. "You're right. We should go."
The two of you back-tracked to the motel, your eyes dim. Your lies to Franklin slipped over your tongue easily. "There's another home, a back-up, if you will," you tried to explain. "We can try that tomorrow."
Franklin clearly didn't believe you. "A back-up home?"
You sneered at the man. "They're Abe's friends. Paranoid?" He felt stupid on the receiving end of your look and stupidly believed the next lie.
*
The next morning, the house hadn't magically reconstituted itself and you weren't sure what to do or say. But Jake had a plan. You went up. He went down. You looked through what must've been the children's rooms and found nothing. Another step down the hall and you found the largest room yet. The Headmistress'. She had a fireplace. Her room was massive, but very burnt and moth damaged. On the mantle, different photos of the same people from Abe's... stories. You paused, you weren't sure you wanted to continue. You could already tell this was going to blow your mind. A little further down the line-
Jake's footsteps distracted you and you moved out to meet him in the hall, worried he saw something he couldn't understand. He was ecstatic, showing you another photograph, this time of everyone. You definitely recognized Abe in the background. Curious as ever, Jake went to step into the Headmistress' bedroom.
"Abe?" came a question from down the hall.
Jake turned and nearly took off. You moved fast as greased lightning and grabbed his arm. You pulled him back beside you firmly. "Jacob. This is Emma." You held your hand out to the blonde in lead shoes. You faced her finally, your heart stuttering in your chest. But her eyes moved from him to be fixed on your face. "Emma, this is Abe's grandson, Jacob." You leaned forward to whisper playfully, "He likes to be called Jake."
Emma smiled brightly, a spark in her eyes that wasn't there a moment ago. "It's so nice to see you both."
You smiled in relief that you two were welcome, for the time being. "I'm assuming we're expected."
Blonde hair bobbed as she nodded excitedly. She raced over to you both, a bounce in her step. This was a considerable feat in your eyes. She took one hand of each of you, pulling you both down the stairs behind her. A small girl with a pink dress, tutu, and blonde curls stood beside two identically dressed... not clowns but something made for some sort of circus. And a redhead came out of the woodwork with a small brunette. With a wide grin, Emma told everyone who Jake was. No one questioned you.
Claire was beside the Twins, Jake wasn't given their names so neither were you, the redhead was Olive and the brunette girl was Bronwyn. "What are you doing in this depressing house?" Bronwyn asked from her height by your hip.
You smiled guiltily. "I don't know where the loop entrance is," you admitted abashedly.
The smiles in the room seemed to diminish slightly. "So..." Emma started, eyes fixed on the ground. "...you needed the introductions too?" she asked.
You looked at her confusedly, but not unkindly. You didn't answer, but you got the feeling you didn't need to. You both were led to the loop and you had to talk down Jake's nerves, which you knew were getting the better of him. Once on the other side, he was shaking terribly until he jerked to the side. You grabbed his arm, bringing him in tight. "You are not safe out there. Now, we're in 1943, and these people are in the middle of a war zone. They're paranoid of anyone not from their little town!" you insisted.
"I'm just a tourist!" he insisted right back.
"Jacob," you snapped, your tone turning for the worse. You were about to be a little... a lot Scottish. "Thay dinnae care whit ye say, aw' 'at ma''ers is whut thay think. Thay think they'rre in danger. 'n' they're rright. Thay literrally git bombed th'dae! " you hissed under your breath.
Jacob looked over your shoulder. "Do they know?"
You frowned in sympathy. "Tis nae th' type o' thing ye forgoat, happens evrry nicht."
Now, it was his turn to frown... in frustration. "Since when are you Scottish?!" he demanded.
"Since a'm frustrrated!" you barked back to silence him before turning back to the kids. "Jake," you squeaked before clearing your throat. "Trust me, Miss Peregrine can explain all of this better and way easier than I can."
Jake finally relaxed at your return to normalcy and nodded. You all walked to the cairn together, Jake asking a ton of questions about the kids and their time. The children, likewise, had questions about your time. You fielded the ones they really didn't need to know. The trip to the Home took very some time, but the view on the way was delightful. You had a child holding each hand and Jake was talking with the older two and Millard while the twins led the way.
The large rope by the door was pulled and a ringing echoed all the way back onto the stoop.
The doors opened inward and an out silhouette stepped outside. Green eyes pierced down at all of you, but soon fixed on you and Jake. It might've been your imagination, but something lit up in those eyes when she regarded you. "You're here. I predicted Jake would run away." She seemed to be speaking to you. Was she asking you a question? Did she think it was your fault?
"Elspeth talked him out of it," Emma explained easily, stepping inside with a guiding arm on the invisible boy.
The woman nodded the other children in, eyeing you and Jake in such a way that you both knew to stay outside. She grinned very widely, a billow of smoke surrounding her head. She held out her free hand to Jake, "Miss Peregrine, delighted to meet you." Jake shook it and she walked backwards, you both following. "You've grown so! The last time dear Abe sent us a photograph, you were but a fledgling." Her mouth grew wider as she led you both through the home and into the kitchen.
You passed a dark haired boy in front of a wall cabinet and time seemed to slow as you walked past, eyes never leaving his face until you turned all the way into the kitchen to follow Jacob and the Headmistress.
Olive had her hands on the kettle, heating it with her Peculiarity.
"That will do Olive, thank you."
The redhead brought the kettle over to three pre-prepped mugs.
"Jacob, do you take sugar with your tea?" Miss Peregrine approached a tray and took the sugar tongs in her fingers to drop three in her cup. You grabbed yours and moved it to the other side of the table. His cup was filled and two sugar cubes delivered per his direction.
Olive eyed you and your cup which you guarded with a hand. "I don't drink tea." Her face fell in disappointment. "But thank you," you bade.
She smiled kindly before racing after the pale brunette who fled as well, mason jars just out of your eyesight.
You faced Jake who sipped his tea then grimaced. "And that's why I don't drink tea," you whispered poorly. "Dreadful stuff," you grumbled, shuddering as you recalled your revolting attempt at herbal tea 30 years ago. You hadn't gone near the stuff since.
"I'm so sorry for your loss, Jake," Miss Peregrine interjected when able.
You both looked at her with heavier hearts. Distraction was so much easier than grief. "You know, then," Jake mumbled.
You diverted your eyes when she looked at you then him. "I know, if Abe were alive, he would have told me you were coming." The woman looked around, not wanting the air to get too depressing. "Come along, the children are all outside and it's a lovely day." She took her cup and led you both out the back door. You snorted from behind her and her eyes shifted to the side as if to look at you out of the corner of your eye with a smirk. It was always a lovely day.
The two of them walked together ahead of you. "I'm really sorry, but I'm still confused."
Alma frowned at you over her shoulder.
You laughed and explained, "Okay, not my fault. Logistics of loops go way over my head, and I haven't even been in one in the last half decade."
So she explained. You took in the information as well and soon found yourself meeting the rest of the children. There weren't many left that you hadn't met, but you'd shaken hands with Horace and Hugh hugged you for a whole minute, your arms awkwardly in the air the whole tense time. You gave them a far too toothy grin before they ran off to fetch the ball in the dinosaur's mouth.
"Elspeth, could you...?" Hugh pointed at the ball.
You stepped over to it. "My name is Y/N," you corrected softly before placing your hand on the dinosaur's leg. "But yes." The topiary's forked tongue flicked the ball out and you caught up with the traveling couple, pulling your phone out briefly to instinctively check it. You had one notification from one of your chat rooms. Tucking your cell back into your back pocket, you nearly bumped into Miss Peregrine who was turned to and walking toward you.
She jolted in shock, but was already smiling. "Hello, dear. I believe we have something very different to discuss than a mere refresher." She looped elbows with you, pulling you back toward the house. "Like, since when don't you drink tea?"
"Miss, I've never enjoyed tea."
The blue clad woman forced a tight smile, though she really was pleased. "Alma, dear."
You frowned. "Since when do you allow Wards to use your given name?" you asked, familiar with the story of the stoic Headmistress.
Alma gave you a sideways look, opening the front door for you. "You've been more than a Ward for some time."
You laughed awkwardly as you stepped through the doorway. "And here I thought my title remained a prospective Ward."
The door shut behind you only just before you were pinned against it. Your eyesight drowned in blue as she surrounded your every sense. All you could see, smell, touch, feel was Alma Peregrine. She looked you over with a hawk's gaze, no pun intended. "I know it's been over 50 years, but you do still have your journals, don't you dear?"
It was startling, that she knew about that. There was something you were missing again. You reached for the doorknob, but your wrist was caught in a iron grasp. "You can check your library later." She moved in, pinning your arm to the door, and you could soon taste Alma Peregrine. And she tasted lovely. She was fitted against you with no space anywhere between you, pressing closer as if there was any closer. Instead of diminishing distance, she was applying pressure. "For now, I missed you." Ducking her head and craning her neck, she pressed her lips and teeth to your throat, not relenting.
"I'm... very confused," you huffed out through your heavy breaths.
Your arm remained against the door even after Alma moved hers away. She pressed firmly against your middle to more securely hold you against the door. "I know..." she crooned in a fake-sounding, disappointed voice. She was far too pleased to have you again to worry about the details. Her confident hand traveled up your abdomen, right under your breast, when the door behind you knocked. Alma frowned, pulling away quickly and moving you by your shoulders, to step sideways. When she opened the door, you were hidden behind it. You leaned against your new wall heavily, trying to regain some form of composure and control. Once the door was shut, all humans accounted for and breathing, dark green eyes piercing you. Alma grinned a bit widely, and you were expecting to be accosted once more. Only, the Ymbryne thought better of it and checked her pocket watch. "Come," she ordered with the complete expectation of being obeyed. She held out her hand. "Let us get you in some era appropriate clothes for supper," she offered.
You frowned, the haze departing as you focused on the thought of Jake. "Jacob and I cannot be out late. Franklin will be frantic." But nonetheless, you met her hand halfway.
She looped your arms once more, pulling you with the strength of Bronwyn and her brother combined, leaving no opportunity to argue. "Supper is precisely at 5:30. Movie time is no later than 7 and reset occurs at 9:07." She released your hooked arm, moving behind you to guide you up the stairs. Your freed hand was taken by Alma's free hand and she never strayed far enough to be out of arms reach.
*
Somehow, the first outfit you tried on fit perfectly. The long skirt would have been a problem if it didn't raise in the front. The corset didn't really restrict you, like you'd been wearing it all your life and you were permanently formed to it. The button-up shirt underneath pulled taunt across your skin, but it merely felt secure, not tight. The shoes worried you. They looked like hard heel boots, but as you slipped into them, they felt like... well, like they were yours.
Fifteen minutes til supper and you both trailed down the stairs. You were tasked with setting the table, something you did almost thoughtlessly. By the time you returned, plates had been made and the very large carrot had been chopped and distributed. The plates and the children were the only thing missing from the dining room now. You took a few and so did Alma. You balanced more than a few on your arms and served them six at a time. You were bursting with questions, feeling ironically much like Jacob at the moment.
How could you be missing so much? How could you not know? Almost as if sensing your inner turmoil, Alma walked suspiciously close to you, face pressed very close to yours when she leaned over you. She picked up a bell and you felt very foolish for assuming she knew what you were worried about. She rang it, and footsteps rang out as the children approached. "You'll sit beside me," she declared and you knew better than to argue, even now.
She stayed in your personal space, awaiting your response. Your breaths mingled and you were sure your pupils were massive as you stared back. Slowly, you nodded when the moment went on too long and the children's footsteps were thudding against the upper floor. "Yes, Miss Peregrine."
"Alma," the Ymbryne corrected, leaning in even closer to the point where she was pressed against you again, "I do insist."
You nodded again, nose tracing her jawline on accident. She shivered against you before moving away just as Claire came in.
"Miss Peregrine, may I sit beside Elspeth?" the adorable blonde requested with such manners.
The blue-haired woman grinned widely. "I don't see why not." Alma took your hand, guiding you to the seat at the immediate right of the head of the table. "Do you mind?" she asked you.
You looked between the two of them, startled by the hope in both. You laughed with awkward energy. "Not at all, but my name is Y/N," you corrected with a lopsided smile, feeling your inside twist at the repetitive use of an unusually familiar name. You frowned in concentration behind your expected seat. "I think I had a doll named Elspeth..." You grimaced. "A very long time ago." The emptiness behind your eyes startled the Headmistress, seeing your gaze reach inside your own mind, seeking memories you'd long since forgotten, including your own name.
Claire frowned in confusion before you, while Alma looked devastated behind you. The child shook off the moment and took her seat. She smiled brightly up at you, patting your assigned seat and you were helpless to resist sitting beside her. Alma actually pulled out your chair, watching you and Claire reignite a special bond.
Claire poked your hollow cheek and you brought a golden lock between your fingers and threaded down. The two of you spoke quietly, Claire wanting you to join the next tea party she hosted while the others flooded the table. The chair across from you slid back on its own, making you jump, eyes searching for the invisible monsters they were always trained to seek out.
Some of the children were disappointed at your cluelessness and others laughed.
Alma quietened them all easily, though she had some help from Jacob who was a carbon copy of Abe, especially dressed in what you somehow knew to be Abe's clothes. You gasped when you first saw him, then smiled ruefully. The self-conscious boy looked to you for encouragement and confidence and you nodded with a kind, watery smile.
Emma sat in a chair clearly designated hers by the straps to keep her firmly in her seat. Jake moved to sit beside her, and you forgot about Millard or you would have warned him. Either way, Millard was affronted, scolded, and sent to dress. Even supper was incapable of being dull as Enoch stirred the shit-pot, upset Emma, and Hugh unleaded his honey-bees. Then, you got up close and personal with Claire's peculiarity. She stared at you in worry until you wiped off her backmouth. She was practically attached to you after that.
This was far more entertainment than you'd experienced in some time and you were already exhausted. You feared it was obvious with how Jake was staring at you. Or worse, he was terrified of Claire and how close you had gotten to her. You didn't want Claire to know, if it was, but his staring was getting creepy and would likely draw more attention. So you just mumbled, "You okay?"
Jake nodded silently. "Are you?" He was frightened of Claire. You could have cursed. "You've got color in your face."
With a frown, you reached up and felt your cheeks for paint or something similar. But you were startled once more that evening when your fingers burned. You dropped your hands with a gasp. You looked around the room before setting your eyes on a grandfather clock. You leaned back and around Alma to see your reflected peach cheeks. Your eyes bugged and the children laughed. Your focus redirected back to them and you felt the warmth on your face as you smiled through a blush. You slowly began to feel cold, but was once again distracted, this time by a 40′s phone ringing.
Alma politely excused herself.
"So, Jake, what's your Peculiarity?" a fancy-dressed gentleman asked.
Jake froze, then appeared abashed. "Oh, I'm... not Peculiar."
Mr. Emo set his fork on his place setting. "And that, my friends, is why he will not be staying. No matter how hard we try to persuade him." His eyes accidentally met yours and his rough facade faded. He went back to eating, only silently and without comment now.
Alma re-entered the dining room and narrowed her eyes at the deflated mood. Her gaze instinctively sought out yours. You would know what happened. But when she settled beside you, you didn't even look up. And so she was reminded you weren't the you she remembered. You didn't even know she wanted to know what happened while she was out. You didn't know her rules and routines with the kids. You didn't know how she ran her household. You couldn't help. She had you. But you weren't hers. It was very... deeply unfair.
Her eyes flicked down to your still full plate. "Are you not eating, dear?" Alma asked, leaning forward to placing her hand on your wrist.
You faced her briefly, whispering back, "I had a big lunch," before retreating your arm.
*
You weren't one for the word cozy, but that was definitely this room. A fire roared despite the heat of this September night. But you were even more heated by the child on your lap. Claire now dominated much of your space, and you had a feeling she wouldn't give it up when you were around her. Regardless, Bronwyn sat to your left. She sat with her legs criss-crossed, no shoes on the couch, facing you, but looking at Horace's projection. Hugh sat on the floor between your legs and Fiona sat right beside him, on the floor to your left. Your immediate left was the armrest of the couch. You were very deeply trapped.
Alma was staring at the children's subconscious attempt to make you stay, loving how naturally the kids still loved you. You were very tense, though. Claire, you seemed okay with. The others, you seemed very wary of. She paid little to no attention to the movie and only perked her ears when she heard her name. But you were soothing Fiona's worries with a few fingers down her braid and lovely words of logic and reason which convinced the child of their safety. You were still good at that. She doubted you even knew you did it.
Time continued without Alma checking her watch, she would scold herself harshly later for it, and you finally turned to meet her gaze. Only, you looked concerned. Her eyes moved to the source, what you'd been looking at, and saw an image of Jake and Emma moving closer as if to- Alma stepped forward, flicking the light back on. "That's quite enough of that, thank you, Horace."
You knew she wouldn't want them seeing that. You were in there, somewhere. Instincts honed through decades with her. Others were used to fight monsters, but she shaped your youth.
"We should get back," Jake realized, placing his hot chocolate on the table by the couch.
"You could stay the night," Alma offered gently, "if you wanted to. Rather than walk home alone in the dark."
"Erm..." Jacob eyed you and soon so did the whole room.
But you kept your gaze on Jake, shaking your head. "Franklin would flip his lid. He's going to want to meet any friends we stay with's parents."
"I can pass for normal when necessary," Alma debated lively.
Your eyes found her 1940s navy blue skirt and jacket ensemble. You stared at her perfectly curled wild, deep blue hair then at the talons on her side. You held back a laugh. "Perhaps in your time. In any event, Abe's been telling his story for forever. Franklin's seen your photo. He's gonna wonder how this one hundred, at least, year old woman hasn't aged a day since the day she died. Oh yeah, and how she's moving about." You were likely being rude in your sarcasm, but there was no version of events where anyone from the home meeting Franklin would end up in their favor.
"You convinced Dad to bring us to Cairnholm, Wales," Jake reminded you dramatically. "You could get him to let us stay a few nights at a friend's house, on an island."
You frowned. Yes, your brain was capable of talking you into the impossible, but Franklin was... difficult. "Perhaps, but not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. And/or the next."
"Could you at least stay for reset?" Olive asked optimistically. "It's really quite spectacular."
Again, all eyes were drawn to you. With a muffled huff, you leaned away from Claire on your lap, pulling your wrist in front of your face. Your watch ticked away dutifully. You caught sight of Jake's horridly hopeful face behind your arm and sighed deeply. "We're already in a deep enough hole, what's a few more inches?" you mumbled.
But the children understood. The group surrounding you hopped away, helping and urging you to stand. Alma grinned out at you and Jake, finally able to show her Peculiarity off like the children had been doing all day. You saw her excitement and nearly giggled at how much like a child Alma herself was.
*
Changing back from your 40s clothes was a relief, and it allowed you a moment alone with Alma to finally give her the news. She knew Abe was dead, but you had to inform her the death was natural. She nearly cried at those words, hugging you tight. "I would've told you earlier, but you are a very distracting woman."
Said Ymbryne smiled tearily before escorting you downstairs where Jake was waiting in his normal clothes as well.
You showed Jake the way through the bog so you wouldn't get wet or maybe lose another shoe. Back in your own clothes, traipsing through the wet forest was decidedly much easier than that outfit from the 40s. Once you were clear of the loop, Jake's phone dinged a million times. You were back tracking the very steps you just made in the other direction when you stopped promptly. "That's actually very annoying."
Jake smiled sympathetically, pulling out his phone to mute it. "Why isn't yours updating?" he asked.
"My phone was operational the whole time inside the loop."
Jake gaped at you. "...How?"
You stuffed your hands in your pocket. "I'm a livewire, in just about every sense of the word. I'm chock-full of energy. I'm sure I would have had reception if I really wanted it." You shrugged, leading the way back still.
Jake followed close behind, stepping where you did and quickly picking up the terrain. "What else can you do?"
You shrugged again. "All sorts of things."
"...Like what?"
You smiled. "Like... the fact that I hold so much energy is why I don't age. No injury I've ever sustained has kept me down."
The boy didn't say anything for a long time. You both were walking the trail back to the motel when he was overtaken by his curiosity again. "You know, you could've stayed behind. I know you must wanna catch up with them."
The pace you were setting didn't falter. "Nothing to catch up."
He frowned up at you. "Must be. You all were friends when you were young."
You nodded. "Over 50 years ago. Anything I knew or felt was washed away with my memories." You shrugged. "No big."
"Why'd you leave the loop?"
"According to my journal, Abe needed help and I was the most capable and the most likely to survive long enough to return."
Jake took a few quick steps to walk right beside you. "What journal?"
"One I grabbed from my library."
The boy frowned deeper in confusion.
You spared him a glance then let out a sigh. "My hands are the source of my external power. I could do just about anything with my touch. Including opening a doorway to a pocket universe I call my library," you explained swiftly.
The Priest Hole came into view and the young man knew better than to keep talking about this stuff in public. You were straight for the kitchen, making a sandwich and squishing potato chips in between your sandwich meat and the bread.
"I knew it!" Jake exclaimed in a whisper. "You didn't eat lunch, let alone a late one."
You smiled at him, laughing under your breath. "The woman makes, essentially, the same thing every night. While it is very delicious, I grew out of my ability to eat the same thing on repeat. Another consequence of reality." You led the boy to your bedroom, knowing he'd have more questions.
"Y/N, was grandpa peculiar?"
You looked at him for a long heartbeat before nodding silently.
Jacob was shocked by your appearance. Your face, usually so hard, was soft and sad. Your eyes, always so critical and paranoid, were heavy and dark with compassion. "Am I?" he asked, almost desperately.
Again, you nodded.
"Do you know my power?"
You didn't answer. Until you did. Another nod.
"Will you tell me?"
You looked down. "Your Peculiarity is very about a certain topic that you haven't even learned yet so why don't we take this one day at a time?"
You knew he wanted to demand answers about himself, but he also knew he was exhausted from all he'd learned and done in the past few weeks. He laid down on the other bed, technically supposed to be rooming with his father, but you were much more fun. He jerked back up with a burst of energy and stared eagerly. "Can you do what Enoch did?" he asked.
You laughed. "I don't know, what did Enoch do?"
"He brought some dolls to life and had 'em fight."
You snorted. "'course he did, emo little shit," you grumbled, biting into your sandwich and reveling in the crunch. "Yes, I can do that too, but I prefer not to."
"Why not?"
You smirked up at the confused boy. "It unsettles people."
Jake paused before propping himself up by his elbow, his palm under his chin. "Can you do what Miss Peregrine does?"
You froze, eyes meeting his after another bite. You chewed silently, holding back the growing smirk. "No."
Nothing was said until Jake came up with his next question. "Why didn't you eat supper? It was good."
You grimaced, holding a hand over your mouth. "The energy I hold allows me to manifest my will sometimes. Or rather, my beliefs. Children believe they will never age. That fact came true for me through... other ways, but the fact that it came true keeps it real. And it reinforces my beliefs. After so long out of the Loop, I believe I can't handle it inside one. So little parts of the Loop start to rub me like an allergy. Like the food, amazing, moist, fresh, tender, juicy." You gagged on your bite of sandwich and quickly covered your mouth. "I'd quite like to finish eating before continuing the subject. Next question."
"Why does Enoch hate me so much?"
With a sympathetic huff, you looked up at the boy again. "Same reason Snape hates Harry. Abe took something he cared about, well two things, and then didn't take care of one of them." The boy didn't say anything so you knew you had to. With another sigh, you took another bite then set the sandwich down. You gave Jacob your full attention. "Abe isn't my brother, not by blood. Enoch is. But I've been gone a long time. I'm not who they remember and I don't know them either. Abe might not have been connected to me through blood, but in every memory I have, he's there." You shrugged. You picked the plate off the bed, setting it on the nightstand.
"Are we going back to the loop tomorrow?"
You laid down on the bed, shuffling to get comfortable. A heavy weight burned your eyes and you allowed them to fall shut. "I'm not, but you have fun."
Jake frowned at your sleepy form, sure he'd fall as well once you were gone. "Why'd you bring me here? You could have just delivered the news and left."
You yawned, mumbling, "You're young enough for it to stick."
The young Peculiar looked at you quickly, wanting to demand if your plan was for him to stay, but you were gone already, completely limp, not even under the covers. The color in your cheeks had faded back to the ghostly pale skin Jake had come to recognize you by.
*
You had barely been out of the loop when Enoch found himself in the Headmistress' study. She insisted he wasn't in trouble, just that she wanted to check he was alright. You'd barely paid him any attention all night, heavily distracted.
Enoch just shrugged. Of course he was disappointed you didn't remember him. But he'd known your memories end 50 years past. He just didn't expect Abe to have pulled you away 50 years, without a scrap of true knowledge about them.
It's only when Alma herself opens up about having missed you and the mixed feelings of the day, that Enoch lets himself feel, revel, plan.
"I had a thought," the Scottish boy offered. Alma looked at him questioningly, genuinely interested. "To keep her here."
That put the Ymbryne off. Children of the Loop were to consent to staying, especially once someone got old enough to be trapped. You wouldn't age outside the loop so it was moot point. "It cannot be done," she asserted, wishing for Enoch to move on from this plan. He was a strategist after all.
And strategize, he did. "No, hear me out, please," he requested so softly. "Her memory only goes back 50 years. It's how she forgot us." Alma nodded once, barely indulging him. "Give her another 50 years with us, I bet she'd forget the outside world, her non-aging, Abe." He looked down as if ashamed of that part of his plan, but it was a good plan, as far as plans went. He brought his eyes back to hers. "And if natural forgetting doesn't work, or she's stubborn," the latter seemed more likely, "you always have the feather."
This plan rubbed Alma entirely the wrong way. But a dark part of her in the back of her mind indulged the thought of you with no memory, but of the loop and the little family. Smiling in paradise like you always should have been. She and Enoch were getting ahead of themselves, they had to handle you one day at a time, or you'd scatter as you had before and they'd lose you again, possibly forever.
*
True to your word, you didn't leave with Jake to return to the loop. Instead, you spent the day at the beach where Franklin didn't have the guts to return. He was feeling discouraged by a fellow bird-spotter. Not that the other person even mattered.
The second-born Portman would find a way to quit or stall anyway.
So, you sat at the round table with both Portman men when you casually dropped Jake had made a few friends. Franklin was, of course, ecstatic. You managed to slip in the plan for a sleep-over and, while his father was a little skeptical, you assuaged that as you always did. You'd helped raise Franklin; you knew how to handle him.
Now, the island was very different in the modern day. Oddly, the past seemed to have more color, but that might've just been the home. You didn't get to see much of 1943 Cairnholm. The modern day was wet and muggy and cool. Not that you minded. What you did mind, however, was being interrupted. You'd been out there for hours without any sign of sunburn when an unexpected shadow startled you. You spun around, ready to use your hands on anything that would dare attack you.
But it was only Alma. She had her own form of attack, though. You stayed on guard. The bird landed on a rock not too far away and you caught a few snaps of her. "You know, the purpose of sending Jake alone was so you'd understand I'm not coming back." You turned away, pointing the camera again.
Another flash of shadow and Alma stood behind you on her own two, human feet. Her fingers twitched, wishing to touch you. She wished to slip her hand under your shirt and trace her love into the skin of her love. "Why?" was all she asked.
Much like a child, you noticed. It'd been some time for her without adult company, you realized. Hands lightly grazed your hips, nearly making you tense.
"Because Abe made you promise not to?" she guessed, oddly on point. You didn't say anything or even acknowledge her, which she took as a confirmation. Her hands slid up from your hips, along bare skin, leaving you breathless. She looked at you sympathetically from behind. "He's gone, love." She pulled your hair backwards over your shoulder. Her lips pressed against your neck. "His opinion hardly matters."
You wanted to argue against that, but Alma was very persuasive.
Before the hour was up, you and Franklin's camera were back in the Home.
The children had your attention most of the day, Alma actually having very little. It would have upset her if it didn't warm her heart so to see you so comfortable back in her home, where you belonged.
Reset came and went once more and you were preparing to leave. Alma's words, nor the children's, would deter you. You had to return the camera to Franklin, help him process the photos, maybe pop up to the mainland to stall even more. But as you stuck your foot out the door, you seized up, your entire form tense. Muscles you didn't even know you had locked up in a direct pain response. You grasped at your chest, unable to gain any breath and losing the strength in your knees. You fell into the Headmistress who caught you with wide, but not shocked eyes. You both moved to the ground, Alma pulling you into her lap. You writhed a bit longer at the pain in your chest before collapsing against her, entirely unconscious.
*
When you came around, it was in Alma's bed. You were very warm and very comfortable. It made moving unlikely and unwanted. Not that you would have been able to move, the Loop Mistress tucked behind you, pressed all the way against you, like you were puzzle pieces, once more.
You hummed nonsensically. Her fingers moved against the bare expanse of skin she could reach at the moment. It was most likely unconscious shuffling that exposed you, and you weren't exactly eager to move from your spot.
"Good morning, dearest," Alma mumbled from behind you, sounding tired herself. You wondered if she got any sleep the previous night, if she knew what had happened.
Of course, you were both nosy and needed to know so you asked. The first word came out as a grunt. "... 'appen'd?"
A low chuckle vibrated in your chest due to your proximity. It made you warm on the inside and out and a smile pulled at your lips. Alma watched your reaction with a pleased smile. She removed her hand from under your shirt, tracing up your arm. She pulled at your short sleeve, drawing attention to your decidedly not modern nightclothes. Well, night dress. You nearly scowled, but noticed how dark it was and let the moment go. "Enoch happened. He was quite finished with you coming and going from the loop. So he put a stop to it."
You looked up at her over your shoulder. "How?" You were still mumbling, still tired.
Alma traced a talon down your face. "Oh, my dearest. There is so much you do not recall." She wanted to avoid the subject as she did with the children, but you weren't a child, not in any sense of the word anymore. You stared at her with oddly focused eyes. Her hands kept moving, kept tracing, as if some part of her had to be in constant motion or she'd freeze, turn to stone, then stone dust. "The monster that killed Victor also killed you. Enoch only had a single heart that day, we keep well stocked since. He had to pick: you or Victor. There was no guarantee Victor would stay alive, but your peculiarity would work with Enoch's."
You frowned, tipping your head sideways. "I'm dead?"
Her hand rested above your heart. "No, not anymore. You brought yourself back with the new heart. Enoch has yours. It's still attached to you so he can influence you a little."
Your hand moved on top of hers. "That was more than mere influence."
Alma looked away. "Debilitating influence," she relented.
You stared listlessly for a long moment. "There are pages missing." She frowned down at you. You met her gaze without fear. "From my journal. I must've torn them out."
The Ymbryne nodded in understanding. "There are some memories too painful for you to retain. It was a horrible day. You were ill for weeks."
You weren't sure what to do. How to act. You weren't supposed to remain there. You didn't want to, you wanted to follow the promise made to Abe.
*
Alma enjoyed her time around you. Though you were depressingly naive and oblivious, you were practically the same person. Your priorities had shifted, but you noticed the same things about the loop that you had the first time. She got to repeat a few of her first moments with you, watch you blush like you did right before Abe pulled you away. But now you had a smirk to you. You'd grown. Differently than Alma would have had you, but you were much more yourself and that made her love your time away just as much as she hated it.
One new development, you weren't keen on touch. She noticed how much more relaxed you were with the children when they kept your personal space in mind. Except, of course, Claire who clambered her way into your arms or she'd guilt you into feeling rotten all day and no one could allow that. You were conscientious and kind and witty and you showed the children a compassion they'd only ever gained from her. But you shied away from everyone, but Claire and Jacob.
You were a stumbling mess when she got very close, like you always were, but when she was less intimidating, a gentle touch on the back made you jolt away. One day, she got away with holding your elbow. Emma missed the squirrel, most likely snogging Jake, and you were holding the poor dear, nursing him back to health until the reset placed him back in his tree. But what went up had to come down and you learned more than she wanted before she wanted you to know much of anything. It was quite annoying of Enoch, though she understood his love for you, his sister.
You looked much better. Closer to your heart, and your little hearts, your face regained its color, your hair looked healthier, and you weren't nearly as paranoid as usual. You were back in your own clothes, sleeping through the night with the all-encompassing smell of tobacco and flour.
It was another morning, just like all the rest. Only now, Enoch was back on baby squirrel duty with Emma. He hadn't known you were around, or he did and would later lie about it. Either way, Emma had been one of his closest friends and confidants (of the three at the Home) for over 70 years, and he needed to vent. "When she left, I was the older one. Now she is," he whined.
Emma's eyes jerked off to the side a second too late and he turned to see you mid-wince.
Your face folded in extreme concern. "Really?" Alma was very hands on with you and she seemed very used to doing so... in such a manner as well. This was a distressing thought.
The necromancer diverted his eyes down. "Physically," he corrected. "You've grown a few years in 50, and I've stayed the same. You'll stay the same now, but... You're older."
You thought for a long moment then let out a sigh. "By how much?" you asked.
Emma eyed the ground before excusing herself to allow you two a long awaited reunion.
He was decidedly guilty now. "30 years, give or take."
You frowned. "And I'm your sister?"
He shrugged, smirking. "I was a miracle."
You threw your head back, laughing hard. You calmed briefly, holding his face. "Oooooof course you are." You laughed again, patting his cheeks before walking back to the house.
Your... brother caught up with you and you both made dark jokes Jacob would judge you for. You were cackling when you stepped through the back door, finding Jake with Miss Peregrine. She grinned at you with excitement deep in her. You'd strayed from your abandonment plan and didn't seem to be returning to it anytime soon. "He did," she finally answered, bringing your attention to the topic at hand. "But years later, he found a way to reverse the effect, to regain humanity. They had become, not immortal gods, but Hollows. Invisible beasts, dangerous, cold-blooded, deadly. Baron discovered that consuming the eyes of other Peculiars, especially children... he began to change. Consume enough and a Hollow can fully regain its human form. Just as Baron and some of his friends did. We call them Wights."
Emma, from in front of Miss Peregrine. "The rest are stuck as Hollows."
Jake cast his eyes to the ground. "A Hollow killed my grandfather," he told the pair.
Though she suspected as much, Alma rose her eyes quickly. "How certain are you?"
Jake flipped back a few pages. "The funeral was open-casket." He pointed at a full frontal of an eyeless corpse. Only, the lids were closed. He pointed to the sunken eyelids. "Grandpa looked like that."
The Headmistress found the same spot on her carpet as Jake, focusing. If a Hollow killed Abe, you and Jake could've been followed. But, if you had, why hadn't they descended? You'd both been back and forth several times. The entrance had to be obvious. Alma wished she had another day, another minute, to create a new loop entrance. As it was, all she has was the loop she had, unless they wanted to age one day at a time to find a new home to make a new loop. "If a Hollow did this-"
"A Hollow didn't kill Abe," you insisted.
Alma looked at you, far more inclined to believe your words than that of the inexperienced Portman.
Jake looked over at you, argumentative. "I started having nightmares right after he died-"
"A symptom of grief, not only Hollow sensing."
"His eyes were hollow!" he barked back insistently.
"I have his eyes." The entire room stared at you in silence, only one in terror. "When he first got hit with Dementia and hadn't realized, he was terrified they were after him. I swore on my life, no one would take his eyes, no one was after them." Your eyes sought out those of Miss Peregrine. "And I happen to come from the kind of people who knew how to bottle body parts."
Emma frowned in confusion. "You remember them?"
Your eyes never left Alma's. "I remember a lot of things."
Green eyes pierced you back. Her head twitched sideways like a bird. She'd never physically hurt you, but the beginning of your relationship was rocky at best. "You believed you could remember."
"I believed there was nothing to fear. I was wrong."
Alma diverted her eyes first, for the first time. "I am sorry about that."
"So, you had them the entire time?!" Jake demanded, very much not calm.
You looked up at him as he stood, though you stayed seated. "I don't know what you're so upset about. Why do you care about Abe's eyes?"
Jake crossed his arms. "I don't think you're being honest," he admitted.
You stood with a sigh. "I mean, I could take you to them, but they're kinda gross."
Alma stepped closer to the two of you. "You can't leave."
You stared her down. "And you are no longer in a position to give me any orders." You faced Jake, holding a hand out to lead him out the door.
"Miss Peregrine!" Emma shouted, pulling a feather from her dress pocket.
The Ymbryne saw it and, though momentarily stunned, took it with a regretful face. She had your arm in a moment and pulled you all the way into you. The feather ghosted up your nose, the woman mumbling words from some other language. You went lax in her arms, startling the shit out of Jake, though Emma simply pulled him from the room. "I think you need to go back to your prior beliefs, but I want you to hold onto the memories of your brother, your parents, the Home, me, Jake, and hold onto only the most basic memories of Abe." She kissed your cheek, watching your eyes slip shut as your memories re-arranged themselves. "You've never left the Loop for more than a day after its creation. That's how you're still young." Her talons combed through your hair to help lull you where you needed to be.
The world went dark as your brain re-ordered itself under the commands of your Ymbryne.
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todaysanother · 7 months
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Look. I loved LOVED lucifer series in general and I absolutely onboard with s6 deckerstar daughter and time travels cause I adore both this tropes, but the way it was handled....... that was unnecessary cruel and poor. I love good time loop ouroboros terminator style written tragedies that you can't avoid to happen, but that didn't make sense in lucifer. First of all RORY HAD WINGS ALL HER LIFE. If she was so angry at Lucifer and wanted revenge/answers so bad that she literally involuntary time traveled to get it, why couldn't she JUST FLY TO HELL AND CONFRONT HER DAD AT ANY POINT OF CHLOE'S LIFETIME? Makes no sense she didn't try to find him in her own timeline at least once, he's not hard to find, he's not hiding, Lucifer is literally in the first place you would go look for him - in HELL. No need to time travel for that, girl.
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More than that, if they couldn't stop the time loop, they def could STAGE all her acts in it in order to have a good life together and still keep the story happening. Like, Lucifer would work part-time in hell (like Ame in heaven) an spend half of the time with his family on earth, and tell Rory what happened in s6 and what she did, so Rory would KNOW about her future and learn to control her powers sooner with her dad's help. Then when it's time Rory could time traveled back and simply ACT angry, so her parents would believe the story she told, how she never knew her father and how he just vanished and all of that (that is not true anymore or never ever was true at all). Yes, all of this is a little messed up, but it is still more logical and satisfying than the fact that Rory basically ruined her parents' and her own happy life on earth together for her character development arc, that she wouldn't need at the first place if she didn't do it.
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Bozer is the type of friend who would simply believe someone if they told him they're in a time loop
No questions asked
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h3lgertime · 25 days
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Best friends forever and ever!
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safyresky · 7 months
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A List of Crystal Springs FACTS That Have Been on ROTATE in my HEAD for the Past Few Weeks:
The Frosts are a HONDA family! Winter drives an HRV, Jacqueline drives a Fit, the family car is a Pilot
The cars are shrunk and are little keychains while in Crystal Springs!
The HRV and the Fit are BOTH blue
The Pilot is either RED or basic grey
Jack does NOT drive a Honda, he drives some kinda fancy sporty flashy car that is literally just for show. (Porsche? Mustang? Something along those lines)
Winter is the designated driver. Blaise likes being the passenger, or, as I have seen kids say on the INTERNET, the PASSENGER PRINCESS? PRINCESS PASSENGER?
Jacqueline's Fit is actually just my old Honda fit, Fitzy (rip bud you are MISSED 😥)
Jacqueline wears bike shorts under ALL her skirts/dresses. She quite enjoys people looking at her bare legs in -20 and lower weather and freaking out about it, adds DECADES to her life span
When Blinter first met they were kids and Blaise said "WOW YOU'RE SMALL" And Winter threw him right into a wall with a north wind. Pyros almost died of laughter. Blaise was smitten then and there
Jacqueline once impersonated Jack for reasons that are unclear to me as of yet but she has said involved robbery 🤔🤔
When Charlie becomes Santa she takes a turn as Jack Frost and steals Jack's vest about it
She rocks the vest
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justaboutsnapped · 9 months
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sorry the incredibly fucked up friendship dynamics between real men are rattling around in my head again
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harbingrs · 7 months
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Just get me off of this ocean I want to move on the true sea Where there's no above or no below, just you Just you beside me Just take me over that last horizon Where this light's never been Into a roaring black silence no ship Would even attempt to repeat My starry-eyed compass keeps a secret No starry-eyed theory could contain And a promise she'll keep until the true sea gathers us up In a tidal wave I'll follow you overboard In the collapsing waves I'll find you in the dark Like a stowaway Just leave ourselves unfinished Just leave an empty page And let those sweeping arms just carry us away Carry us away It makes the ocean seem like a drop in the ocean It makes the ocean seem like a drop in the ocean She makes the ocean seem like a drop in the ocean She makes the ocean seem like a drop in the ocean
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carolesdaughter streak second year ...
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musicollage · 4 months
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Tape Loop Orchestra – Go Straight Towards The Light ... 2016 : Facture.
! acquire the album ★ attach a coffee !
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aethercurrent · 4 months
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i always get bit by the "YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THIS NOW" devils every time my sub's at, like, less than two weeks left
this time around its "OHHHH GET A EUREKA WEAPON GET A EUREKA WEAPON!!! AND THE ELEMENTAL BODY PIECE TO GO ALONG WITH IT YOU NEVER DID THAT!"
all while chewing on an anima already.
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sh5 · 7 months
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y’all heard of this new album? it’s really underrated. give it a listen.
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vogelmeister · 10 months
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thinking about the australian cultural cringe on this sunny sunday hbu
#no but it's kinda true i do actually suffer from cultural cringe but i see how bad it can be for artists from australia#like idk its a big topic but like majority of our tv happens to be reality tv or imports#i actually saw a really good tiktok about how australian tv is stuck in a time warp#i feel like australian music is either indie triple j or x factor winners singles and x factor hasnt aired since 2016#and international shit has taken over the hottest 100#it says a lot that one of the few australian things to get impact internationally as of recent is bluey#dont get me wrong im so proud of bluey i love seeing my home country portrayed#but im 22. give me more.#and im not innocent to cultural cringe or alienation either but id love some good australian media that isnt americanised or makes me cring#even with heartbreak high i physically recoiled after realising it was australian#so i need to also work on not being so ashamed of australian stuff myself#and im not doing myself any favours by only listening to dutch music which in turn is a loop bc dutch ppl probs also have cultural cringe#actually they defs do#its an issue here but i defs talked to dutch ppl in nl who were suffering from cultural cringe she is international#hearing australian accents in songs is also a hard one for me. sometimes its cool but i cringe more than find it cool#even watching tina the tina turner musical when roger appeared i went FUCK NO NOT AUSTRALIANS#and the actor there is australian#idk i am rambling now#but like... this is a complex topic bc i know how bad it is for australian culture and locally produced music and shows and that#but like i do it myself#anyways doei
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