#opening up. also i've heard my brother and my dad say that people who go to therapy are just whiny and pathetic and go to therapy so they
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Together (IX)
Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, kidnappings, shootings, swearing and scary men.
Summary: They're finally together and nothing's getting in the way... maybe.
A/N: So this is the second final chapter before the epilogue. This has been so much fun to write you don't understand. This is like my baby that I've had since January and I'm so proud. You guys have shown so much love for it that it makes me upset it's all coming to an end. So I hope you enjoy and cherish the last two chapters of this series!!
I'm not a professional so ignore any medical inaccuracies. Also, for my sake, let's pretend that all these characters are still here because I can't be asked to remember who left and what season is which. Everyone's just going to exist happily together ;))
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The gunshots reverberated through the warehouse, despite being cut off from the outside world it sounded like a battlefield where thousands of bullets were being shot when in reality it was probably under thirty people shooting back and forth at each other.
You’d been awake for a while now, your body curling around Will’s as both of you shivered. He tried talking, telling you stories that you somehow never heard before but talking became too hard at one point and his pain doubled resulting in staying in silence.
The silence made it easy to get lost in thought, getting carried away in the thought that maybe this was it. It daunted on you that no matter how hard you fought, how hard your brothers fought, none of it was enough at the end of the day because look at where the three of you ended up.
Half an hour later, Will was dragging you and himself towards the door as soon as the gunshots went off. He murmured how when the door was eventually opened, you’d be hidden behind the door and it’d taken just a few seconds longer to be found, giving Will hopefully some time to come up with a very last-minute plan.
Holding in your breath, you waited anxiously on the floor with Will crouched besides you, pain evident on his face from the new uncomfortable position. Just as you were going to tell him to sit down, footsteps could be heard stomping downstairs and across the corridors.
You and Will shared a glance, worry written boldly on both your faces. This was probably it and that thought of this being the end made the pit in your stomach grow. All this pain and suffering only ending in death, it was kinda pathetic. You prayed Jay mourned healthily, prayed Kelly wouldn’t lose himself and moved on, prayed that everything stuck together, and no one let this tear them apart.
Will gripped your hand as tightly as he could, his body shielding yours as best he could because if this was it, then he was going to go down protecting you and putting up some sort of a fight. You squeezed his hand back as tight as you could, expressing words that you were too scared to say in the silence that was interrupted by stomping feet and shattering bullets.
With a watery smile, you squeezed Will’s hand one more time for good measure, maintaining eye contact for just a little longer, having a silent conversation where you both said everything necessary with simply your eyes; eyes that you shared with Jay and eyes that he shared with your dad. Merely the thought of it made a tear slip from where you were pushing it back.
Will softly smiled back at you, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles comfortingly. This minute of silence shared between you two wasn’t enough, you wanted, scratch that you needed more time.
The sound of struggle was the next thing you heard; someone was trying to get into the locked room. The sudden banging overtook your thundering heart that was already having a tough time.
The door burst open; it happened so fast that it hit Will’s back whose face scrunched up in pain. You squeezed his hand tighter to hopefully offer him some comfort, but he only adjusted his position so that his crouched body was fully covering yours from outside eyes.
“Please, please don’t touch her.” Will begged, urgency dripping as it heavily coated his words. He would rather they did all the damage on him than you, you’d been hurt enough, and he could handle a little more violence. You argued he couldn’t since he was barely stable while on the ground. If he wasn’t being so hypervigilant and took the time, he’d realise he was worse off than he thought.
“Thank fuck.”
That didn’t sound like Jackson or Ezra, neither did it sound like any of their bulky lackeys.
You slowly peeled your eyes open, watching as Will froze from shock. All the oxygen left his body as he lay eyes, finally, on Jay.
“Shit, what the hell did they do?!” The fear and anger mixed as Jay took in the sight of his siblings. To see them again took off all the weight on his shoulders, relief replacing it but soon it was gone because you and Will looked worse than he could’ve ever anticipated.
“Help me up Jay.” Will ignored Jay’s question and instead held out his hand. Jay complied easily, pulling Will up onto his feet but as soon as he stood, he crumbled back onto the floor.
“Shit okay, never mind.” Will groaned, eyes screwed shut as he caught his breath, arm protecting his abdomen. “Leave me for now, you gotta carry Y/N, there’s no way she can walk.”
“Dude, neither can you or are you also blind now?” Jay scoffed; his eyes wide in bewilderment at his older brother's insistence. “Kevin’s down the hall, he can help.”
You and Will hummed in reply, neither of you having the energy to properly reply. You felt bad because you barely did anything while Will did all he could and more despite being incapacitated.
“Seeing your ugly mugs makes me want to cry.” Jay said, a smile appearing on his scabbed lips as he looked down at the two of you. There were no lies in his words, relief flooded his body at the simply seeing his siblings even if they were injured beyond human capabilities but being separated for so long, it did things to men.
“Come on Halstead’s, let’s get you outta here.” Kevin said, suddenly appearing from out of nowhere, making you and Will jump in fright. It would’ve been funny had your responses not been a result of the trauma you just experienced.
Jay scooped you into his arms, expletives spilling from your lips from your body being jostled around. His whispered apologies and tried comforting you, trying his best to quell your pain with just his words but it could only do so much. Behind you was Kevin holding Will around his waist, the pair being much slower as Will struggled mightily on his feet, but Kevin was a godsend, being the most patient and kind person as he supported Will.
The bright afternoon sun blinded you as your finally entered the outside world, being met with fresh air, natural lighting and the company of people who had pure intentions of helping. You briefly saw members of intelligence surrounding you, acting as a shield as they guided Jay towards the ambulance waiting.
The familiar faces of your favourite paramedics soon came into view causing a smile to break out on yours. As soon as you approached the ambo, Jay gently lay you on the awaiting stretcher and stood back, letting the professionals do their job while keeping watch.
“Oh Y/N.” Sylvie said sombrely, gingerly pushing your hair back before connecting to a bunch of wires that you couldn’t remember what their purposes were. “We’ve got you, you’re going to be just fine, okay?”
The question was rhetorical, but you still nodded drowsily in reply. You were aware of the two pairs of hands working on you, Violet and Sylvie were very likely panicking on the inside from the state you were in, but their concern took over. They could panic later once you were properly treated.
From the corner of your eyes, you could see a new group gathering around the ambo and you could hear voices rising, getting louder the closer they got to 61. If you had it in you, you would’ve looked for the source, but Sylvie reassured you that everything was being handled.
Violets hands suddenly disappeared as she suddenly exited the ambo, rushing with things in her hands. It took a while for you to understand why, your brain all muddled up, but it only now registered that Will was behind you with Kevin.
“Will.” You mumbled, your voice scratching as your panic increased. “Will-”
“Violet's with him.” Sylvie said, her undertone giving it away that she wasn’t confident deep down. “Another ambos on the way for him, don’t worry.” Yet, despite her own words, Sylvie didn’t believe in them. She saw Will for a brief millisecond when he appeared, the ruckus catching her attention, but he somehow looked worse than you under the blaring sun.
Before you could insist on being told what was happening to him, the ambulance doors were suddenly being slammed shut as Violet drove with all lights and sirens.
*****
Maggie couldn’t believe her eyes.
It had been two days since the Halstead’s disappeared. Everyone was informed on day one about their disappearance and it was news that everyone found difficulty in swallowing.
Everyone had been on edge for the 48 hours. While on shift, multiple people from intelligence and 51 made an appearance into the ED and their solemn faces were all identical. The tension was high, and it only got worse when Jay was randomly dumped outside of Med.
Around an hour ago, Kim called in saying that Will and Y/N had finally been found and that they should be prepared for the worst. And so, Maggie did what she does best.
61 Was the first to arrive with police escort, Hailey and Adam drove in front with Kim behind with Jay. They almost formed a protective circle as Sylvie exited along with Violet who helped pulling out the stretcher.
Laying eyes on you for the first time made the charge nurse sick. No matter how long she’d been working in the emergency department, nothing could ever make her get used to this.
Sylvie relayed shakily what she knew about your condition, Crocket and Natalie listening intently with April’s assistance as they got to work as soon as they entered a trauma bay. Maggie stood with Ethan and Connor by her side, watching as chaos descended in the bay. The three of them were waiting for Will.
“Jay, how about we finally get a good look at you, huh?” Ethan said, remembering what happened yesterday as he caught sight of the green-eyed detective at the back of the group who refused to look away from his baby sister.
But the man in question looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“Will’s not going to make it.” Jay stated, his voice strong and firm as he spoke. He looked away from where you were being treated and looked at everyone almost robotically. “Will’s not making it.”
Before anyone could say anything, the bay doors were opened and everyone flooded out, pushing the gurney towards the elevator. Crocket stayed back from the rest, slowly walking backwards as he explained, “We’re taking her into surgery, but all things considered, she’s looking okay.”
And with that, the surgeon was speeding off to basically save your life.
“How about we look at you Jay? You promised me, remember?” Ethan asked rhetorically, guiding the stoic man towards a different, cleaner trauma bay so that he could properly treat him, giving him everything he desperately needed yesterday.
“I don’t have Will.” Jay retorted but followed the doctor anyways.
Maggie and Connor watched the two men enter another bay before all they could hear was the sounds of the bustling yet peaceful ED. They didn’t know what to make of Jay’s words, but the man seemed hopeless and on the verge of breaking down. He looked awfully similar to the time when his dad died.
They turned to the paramedics and the three members of intelligence but the look on their faces told them everything they needed to know.
*****
Jay finally broke down when he was left alone, your sleeping body being the only thing present in the room with him.
Crocket fully led Jay through every procedure that they did, explaining what they did during the surgery and what exactly your injuries were. Usually, that was Will’s job, but Jay tried not to think about that when the surgeon gently spoke to him.
You had several broken ribs, some even fractured, and it’d been very very close to puncturing your lungs - it was apparently surprising you didn’t have a pneumothorax. You had quite the concussion, multiple lacerations that were both superficial and that needed surgical fixing. There also had been some damage to your spleen that was repaired, a fractured left hand and an out of place bone in your foot.
Overall, everyone had been expecting much worse, but they did explain to Jay that recovering would be the worst part of all of this. They weren’t sure about neurological damage nor how bad your vocal damage was. Once you woke up, there was plenty of testing to be done.
Seeing you alive and breathing, even while connected to a bunch of tubes and wires, Jay felt relief but oh so overwhelmed at the same time. So much happened in the last two days and now that he finally was left alone with his thoughts and feelings, the sounds of beeping machines and you sleeping painlessly, everything came crashing down on him.
It properly dawned on him that the three of you had been kidnapped, you’d been hurt and hurt time after time. He was left to fight and get you back home and he’d been so close. For a while, Jay thought everything was done and he did it but then, but then Will happened.
Jay harshly wiped away the tears on his cheek, his eyes catching sight of his bandaged knuckles and the IV in his left hand that he was itching to remove but then a voice sounding like Will warned him against doing so.
Ethan did an x-ray on him, stitching his bullet wound and thoroughly wrapping it. He plucked several butterfly stripes and many cotton swabs to get rid of any and all blood stains. All in all, Jay would be off work for a few weeks, maybe some physio depending on how his leg felt but he was in pretty decent shape given the circumstances.
Jay bitterly laughed, shaking his head at the thought that he was expecting to have a full recovering with barely any long-lasting damage. He hated to admit it aloud, but this was going to stay with him forever, there was no way he was ever going to get rid of your gut-wrenching screams, they were forever engraved into his mind.
And well, if Jay didn’t see Will at least arrive at Med, then nothing was ever going to be the same again.
And so, what if Jay cried himself to sleep in the chair at his sister's bedside, at perhaps his only sibling's side.
Jay drowned out his thoughts as he sobbed, hand curling around his mouth to muffle his cries as not to alert anyone of his emotional state. But, when Maggie walks in later to find the two younger Halstead’s gone to the world, she pretends not to see the tear tracks staining Jay’s cheeks.
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Breakeven prt 2.
Bang Chan X Plus size Reader. Pinning so hard here. Fluff??
In the coming days, Chan's interest in the woman grew. Like an open flame, it licked the parts of his heart he buried under the permafrost. With the years of temptation and wishing for a type of companionship his brothers couldn't give; the dark side of his heart began to warm with hope.
Y/n however was none the wiser. She stood where she had been standing the last six days. Wore a purple sweater today. Long creme skirt. That's at least what Chan could see from his perch.
The studio had been filled with Han, Hyunjin, Chan, and at one point I.N. Working on a love song that Chan had 'magically' come up with in the middle of the night. The boys knew he had it bad. Lounging there like a Shakespearean ingenue. The boys teased him lightly only to be scolded like he was their dad.
Han though saw an opportunity for mischief and wanted to play cupid. It wasn't hard right? Get Chris to walk downstairs out the door, and say something before she leaves? But knowing his friend he wouldn't want him to meet someone that would break his heart. Han was the most affectionate motherfucker you'd ever meet, but that also meant he knew it needed to be the right person. Slipping out with an excuse Han put on a mask and a beanie and walked towards the singer.
Beauty queen of only 18
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times
But somehow, I want more
The voice that leaves her lips is one that's shy and carries the weight of the world on her tongue. Han has heard better technical singers, people who this is their craft. This woman though had feelings and need in her voice. She was hidden by the clothes she wore, but Han could at least tell she was full-figured. She was steady and certain and the presence that she had wasn't something he had encountered really. Most people when they busk or go out and sing, is to share their talent. Make a name for themselves. Get attention. Their whole career was about getting and maintaining attention Han knew that energy well. This felt like she had to sing. She would burst if she didn't.
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay a while
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Tap on my window, knock on my door, I
Want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
Doesn't matter anymore
Rocking on her heels she kept time with the metronome in her head. Y/n knew this song like the back of her hand. Like the route from home to elementary school and back as a child. She reveled in the nostalgic of those songs. Talking to the moon, Stero Heart, Cheerleader...all these songs grew the garden that was her love of music. For just a second, a moment in time with her eyes closed she was in her room at home again. The world was right, and just, and simple. Thats what singing does, at least in Y/n's philosophy. It brings you back to the time you heard it. It brings those emotions with them.
Han watched in amazement, for he knew he had his own biases, he had his own type. He knew what he looked for in partners, but watching this chick sing her heart out? Flashes of Chan pre debut flooded his vision, this boy he needed so much for someone to listen to him.
"Someone needed to listen to her" is the thought that enters Hans mind as the woman finishes the song. Opening her eyes again she sees a man watching her perform and she bows slightly.
Leaning over her guitar case she sees a couple coins, her shoulders droop slightly unable to hide her disappointment. With a shrug she starts to pack up, Han though filled with so many memories and thoughts felt a push.
"Wait- uh...Hi, you got a minute?"
"Yea? Can I help you?"
"Could you stay around this afternoon? I have a friend who has been dying to meet you. We work near here and from what I just heard you have something people should hear."
Y/n raises a brow at the man. He looks young, far too young to be talking like he is. Brown hair flopped over his face. Round glasses, dressed like an Idol. But most guys try and dress like that so who's to say.
"You work for what-? Jyp? as if.." She smirks shaking her head.
"..Actually yes..I do"
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To be continued.
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i've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all
Song- Lover-First Dance Remix by Taylor Swift
Pairing- bob floyd x bradshaw! reader
Warning(s)- None!
Wordcount- 1,562
Summary- It's wedding day baby!
A/N- Happy Valentine's Day y'all! Why not upload a cheesy oneshot?
Part 1, Part 2
Backing up from the mirror, I smoothed out my outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. The afternoon sun shone through the window, shining my ring which reflected on the mirror. Just in an hour, I’ll be married to the love of my life.
“Who is it?” I asked as I heard a knock on the door.
“Just us hun.” I heard Mom’s voice on the other side and the door opened.
“So,” I turned to face my family, Rooster and Dad in their dress blues. “What do you think?”
“Aw,” Mom awed and clapped her hands together, with tears in her eyes. “Sweetie, you look great.”
“I have to agree with your mom Chickadee,” Dad smiled. “How are you feeling?”
“Nervous,” I let out a nervous chuckle. “But I’m ready.”
“You’re going to be fine,” my brother reassured me and gave me a hug. “Come on, let’s go. If we don’t we’ll be late.”
All of us grabbed our things and we got into Rooster’s bronco to head to the Hard Deck. Since Bob and I didn’t really want to do a huge wedding, we decided to plan a small and intimate one. It was just our close friends and family celebrating with us. Also Penny offered to close down the Hard Deck for the day for us for our ceremony and reception.
Pulling up to the Hard Deck and parking the car, the four of us got out and headed inside. All of our wedding party were inside chatting to each other before the ceremony started.
“You look great,” Phoenix walked up to me and hugged me.
“Thanks, you do too,” I complimented her in her dress. “How’s Bob?”
“A little nervous but he’s going to be fine when he sees you walking down,” she smiled. “So, did you tear up?”
“More like bawling,” I let out a laugh remembering when I read the vows he wrote for me a few hours ago.
We decided not to say our vows outloud to everyone but write it and give it to each other. It just feels more private and personal.
“Him?” I asked.
“Definitely cried,” we both let out a chuckle and we heard our wedding planner grabbing everyone’s attention.
“Well, see you down on the aisle.” Phoenix hugged me one last time before leaving the Hard Deck with everyone else.
“Remember, don’t trip.” I smacked Rooster in the chest from what he said.
Letting out a laugh and giving me a kiss on the top of my head, he left the bar leaving my parents and I together. With tears in my eyes, we did a group hug and collected ourselves before we walked down the aisle.
Linking arms with my parents, we saw everyone standing up and we started our way down the aisle. When we got closer to the aisle, I saw Bob in his dress blues and the tears started falling down. I saw him letting a few tears go which caused me to tear up more.
“Hi,” Bob whispered as I joined hands with him. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks,” I blushed a little. “You too.”
“You may be seated,” Mav announced.
Yes, he’s officiating our wedding. Ice was our first choice but with his voice and everything, we decided not to risk it.
“Today we are here to witness the union of Robert Floyd and Y/N L/N. If there are any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.” There was silence all across the crowd. “Alright then. Y/N, Robert, before we started with the rings, look out to the crowd.”
Bob and I look out at our friends and family who already have tears in their eyes. “And remember you’re going to be stuck with these people for the rest of your life. Are you sure about that?”
Bob and I let out a laugh while everyone else cheered. “Bob, you’re going to have an amazing mother-in-law but are you sure you want Rooster and Goose as your father and brother-in-law?”
“Oh I’m sure,” Bob nodded his head as everyone laughed harder at Mav’s quip.
“Y/N, Robert, the two of you are going to spend the rest of your lives together,” Mav started his speech. “The two of you have gone through so many hardships which made your bond stronger than ever. Like every relationship, you’re going to live. You’re going to fight over every small and big thing. Yet the two of you always manage to get through them. I think it’s because the two of you have amazing role models when it comes to relationships.”
Bob and I looked at our parents and thanked them.
“Remember, these don’t just disappear when you get married,” Mav looked at us and we nodded our heads in understanding. “Now for the fun part, rings please.”
Phoenix got up from her seat and handed Mav the rings.
“Robert, do you take Y/N to have and to hold. In sickness and in health, for the both of you shall live?” Mav asked.
“I do,” Bob replied as he slid my wedding band on my ring finger.
Mav cleared his throat and faced me. “Y/N, do you take Robert as your husband to have and to hold. In sickness and in health, for the both of you shall live?”
“I do,” I replied with tears in my eyes as I slid Bob’s ring on.
“Well with the power vested in me and the state of California, I pronounce you as partners for life. You may kiss!”
Bob swooped me in his arms and dipped me giving our first kiss as a married couple. Bringing me up from the dip, we faced our friends and family who were cheering for us. Linking our hands together, we walked down the aisle and under the saber arch while Pheonix and Rooster closed the end. Giving each other a kiss again, they lifted their sabers and we headed a few feet away from the bar to take pictures together.
Before walking into the bar, Bob and I spent five minutes alone reflecting what just happened.
“We’re married,” I mumbled in his chest.
“Oh my god we’re married,” I heard the joy in his voice and looked up at him.
“I love you,” I got on my toes to kiss him.
“I love you too,” he kissed back.
When our five minutes were done, we made our way to the bar.
“Everyone, please welcome the couple of the evening!” We heard Phoenix announce. “Y/N and Robert Floyd!”
Bob and I walked hand in hand as our friends and family cheered in celebration. I let out a chuckle as Bob dipped me again to kiss me. Bob and I did a little speech thanking everyone for coming and helping us out with the wedding before food was served. Bob and I decided to cater Mexican food from a local taqueria that we go to after we’re done with work once a week that’s near base. Bob and I ate our food in the booth that was decorated for us.
Throughout the meal speeches were made. All of us laughed and teared up at the speeches that were given. Our parents gave some sweet speeches that were so filled with love and happiness for us. Rooster decided to spill all of my embarrassing moments and embarrassed me in front of everyone.
Why did I choose him as my man of honor?
Phoenix on the other hand shared a pretty sweet story between her and Bob.
“Alright, time for the couples first dance!” Rooster announced.
Tables were pushed along the walls leaving space for a dance floor. Grabbing Bob's hand, he pulled me to the dance floor and I wrapped my left arm around his neck while holding his hand. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer as we danced to the first dance remix of Taylor Swift’s Lover. We did some little spins and twirls to give our guests a show.
When the song ended, everyone applauded and the music changed. All of us danced to the playlist that Bob and I created with the addition of the Dagger Squad adding some songs. I gave Rooster a nod and he turned off the playlist and I went to the piano with him along with our dad. As Rooster pressed the keys, a familiar melody I grew up listening to filled my ears.
“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain,” Dad first sang.
“Too much love drives a man insane,” Rooster sang next.
“You broke my will, but what a thrill,” I sang out.
“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” Everyone joined in.
“Kiss me baby,” I sang to Bob who kissed me. “Ooh, feels good.”
After the singing and more dancing, Bob and I cut the cake. Feeding it to each other, a little bit of the vanilla sponge cake with strawberry cream filling somehow ended up on our faces.
“Stay safe you too,” our parents told us as we were about to leave.
“We will,” we reassured them.
“The two of you have fun in Romania and England,” Phoenix and Rooster came up to hug us.
“Thanks,” we hugged them.
Saying and waving goodbye to everyone, we got into Bob’s Wrangler and drove away starting our new life as a married couple.
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Navy Nurse
Pairing: Rooster x Y/N
Summary: You were a Navy Nurse, formally a navy pilot. You moved into being a nurse after you had done your time in the air and wanted to go into being a nurse. But, being presented with an opportunity to leave you home base to go to California changed your life in a. few different aspects.
Warnings: flirting, drinking,
You had finally made it. You completed you 4 years to get your bachelors degree in nursing. But, that wasn't it for putting in work for you. What you really wanted to do was be a Navy Nurse. So you decided instead of just going in as civilian, you'd do it all. Bootcamp, graduating, ranking up the whole 9 yards, all while still being a nurse for the Navy men and women. It was pinning-on day for you, you were ranking up to a Captain now. You over see second and first lieutenant nurses now. Your father, also was in the Navy as a aviator at one point, but made it all the way to Commanding officer and constructor. Mike was his name, but most people knew him as Viper. People feared him, but people respected him. He was here to do you pinning today.
"First Lieutenant Y/N "Rattle" Metcalf. Right now you stand here as our First Lieutenant. But, that changes." Your Major spoke into the microphone beside you. Stood at attention you looked out into the crowd, seeing your brother, and your father.
"We would like to welcome Commanding Officer Mike "Viper" Metcalf to the stage to pin our Lieutenant here today." Your Major said as you watched your father stand slowly with his cane next to him. Taking slow steps with men by each side helping him to you. Keeping your face tight and serious trying not to cry.
"First Lieutenant, we now grant you with the badge of a Captain." You major said handing the patch to your father who couldn't help but smile. He tore off the your old patch and threw it to the ground. He lightly put the new Captain badge on, then giving a not to hard punch to seal with deal. Normally, you give the person being pinned a hard punch to the patch, but obviously your father wouldn't do that to you.
"Welcome Captain Y/n "Rattle" Metcalf." The major rang out into the mic and the crowd erupted your family being the loudest.
"At ease." He said letting you celebrate along with everyone else. You pulled your dad in for a huge tight hug.
"So proud of you my little girl." He said into your ear.
It was a few weeks later and you were back in the office with all your fellow nurses. With your new ranking came with new responsibilities. Now you were responsible for what the nurses on the floor were doing. What they needed to do. So you spent most of your day assigning them places, and helping out around the floor. It was a normal day. Until you commanding officer came in looking for you.
"Captain." You heard from behind you as you restocked a bunch of supplies. You turned and stood at attention.
"At ease." He said and you did so.
"What can I do for you Commander?" You asked.
"Take a walk with me." He said. You were slightly confused but followed orders.
"I know you've been here in Virginia, on this base since you came into the Navy. But, I have an offer for you." He said as you walked down the hallway side by side with a straight posture.
"Yes, I have sir. I've loved every moment of it. Made some amazing friends, and gained all my respect here." You said agreeing with his statement.
"But, we have a spot that has opened at the base in California. Specifically Fightertown. Top Gun is reopening so there will be more men and women going there. We need to staff up the hospital over there make sure we have enough people. But also need someone to go on the boat when there is training, and when this mission begins." He explained the situation to him. You didn't know what to say. You didn't know if you wanted to leave this town, these people you grew with. But at the same time maybe a new place would be good for you. Also working with Top Gun would be a different thing in its own.
"Yes Sir. Just have one question." You said accepting his offer.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Will I be flying again?" You asked thinking back to the days when you were a navel aviator. You could fly, always could. Been in planes since you were born. Your dad was Viper for christ sake. He was not going to let his daughter go into the Navy and not fly at all. You wouldn't say you were the best, but you were good.
"We will not need you for the mission, but I believe they do want you to do some training with them." He explained you.
"Alright sir. When do I leave?"
It was about a month later and you were settled into your new house in Fightertown, tomorrow you started with Top Gun. Not in the air yet but, going through simulations next to Maverick, who you father has known since his Top Gun days. You haven't really made friends with anyone yet on base. So, you decided to go out and go to the Hard Deck, which was a Navy hang out. So maybe you'd meet some people. You weren't going to wear your uniform because well for a few reasons, one being you don't want someone trying to be friends with you just because of the last name you had, and two they were god awfully uncomfortable and ugly. You decided on a pair of tight blue jeans, a navy blue tank top to show off your tattooed arm, and chunky heeled leather boots. A little make up, your rings, but you kept your dog tags on stuffing them into your shirt, the chain the only thing showing between the little bit of cleavage the tank top showed. Maybe you'd meet a cute boy. Grabbing your leather jacket off the hook before walking out your front door. You went to you Jeep Wrangler that you had brought along from Virginia so you weren't without a car to get places. Getting in it and starting it, you backed up out of your driveway and headed to the Hard Deck. Arriving not to long later, the place was packed. It wasn't like it was a Friday night it was only Thursday. Parking your car next to another Jeep, getting out, shutting your door and locking it.
"Here goes nothing." You said outloud to yourself as you walked towards the front door. Walking in and seeing the place almost packed enough that you couldn't move. You pushed through to the bar and found a seat. You took it and waiting for the bartender to come to you.
"Hey there sweetie, what can I get ya?" The women behind the bar said coming up to you.
"A beer and a shot of whiskey." You said handing her your card. She smiled taking it from you and grabbing your drink. She came back just a few minutes later with your stuff and handed your card back.
"Is it always this busy!?" You asked, yelling over the chatter and loud music.
"Yeah, almost everyday after the Navy is done with their work day. You new here?" She asked.
"Kind of. Been here about a month. Just recently settled in at my house. So thought I'd get out and learn this new place." You told her.
"Navy?" She asked.
"Yeah. How did you know?" You asked as you tipped back your shot.
"Just have the look. I'm Penny." She said putting her hand out to shake.
"Y/N!" You yelled out.
"What do you do?" She asked being very friendly.
"I'm a nurse now. But, came here to help out with Top Gun." You told her thinking maybe she knew what that was considering how many fighter pilots come into this place.
"Oh, is that right? Must be s pretty good pilot for them to take you off nurse duty to fly." She said wiping the counter in front of you.
"Yeah. My father was the Commanding Officer back in the 80's." You told her.
"Oh, who's you father? I've had my fair share of running into many Top Gun men." She asked leaning over the counter.
"Mike "Viper" Metcalf." You told her. She smiled slightly.
"Yeah, I knew of him. He had a soft spot for Maverick back in the day. But the must make you Rattle. I've heard of you. You've done some good things up there in the sky." She said with a smile setting another beer and shot in front of you.
"Just please don't say my name, or who my father is. I don't want people trying to be friends with me because of who I am." You pleaded with her.
"Course hon. Those are on the house." She said walking away from you. You smiled and turned in your seat looking around the room. Seeing all the men and women drinking and having a good time.
"Bradshaw!" You heard someone yelling catching your attention. You followed the women eyes and saw a man walking into the bar. He definitely caught your eye. He was tall, wide shoulders, wore a Hawaiian shirt, with a low cut tank top underneath, blue jeans and a pair of aviator hung off his nose. You watched as he walked in and to the back where the women in Navy Tans stood with a bunch of men in Navy Tans. So you assumed he was also in the Navy.
"Penny, darling, can I get 4 beers please?" A man came over pushing himself between you and the person next to you. He was also a very pretty man. Perfect jaw line, wide shoulders, think arms. But, you knew these kind of guys just by looking at him. An aviator that has had his ego fed for to long.
"Hello there beautiful. I'm Jake, but you can call me Hangman." He said smiling down on at you with a toothpick sticking out of his mouth.
"Y/N. But you can call me, Y/N." You said being sarcastic.
"Oh, feisty one huh? I like that." He said taking his beer and taking a sip.
"Bagman, leave the lady alone." The women who yelled out to Bradshaw earlier.
"Sorry about my friend, he's a bit of a asshole." She said smiling. Hangman rolled his eyes, grabbed his drinks, winked at you and walked away towards the very handsome man you saw earlier.
"Natasha, or Phoenix." She said shaking your hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." You said with a smile.
"So, you in the Navy too?" She asked.
"Yeah. You know the look?" You asked with a giggle thinking back to what Penny said not to long ago.
"Yeah. I do, being one. What do you do?" She asked.
"I'm a nurse." You told her avoiding telling her about why you were really here because you didn't know what she did.
"Oh, alright. What's you rank?" She asked sipping her beer.
"Captain." She said plainly.
"Oh, wow. You're very young. Would have thought 1st or 2nd Lieutenant." She said looking you up and down.
"Yeah, worked my ass off for the passed couple of years to get here." You told her. All of a sudden the jukebox was unplugged and everyone booed. But quickly you heard a piano ring out.
"Come on." Phoenix said grabbing your arm with a smile. But grabbing your beer before you couldn't. She pushed up to the front to stand behind the person playing the piano. Once she moved out of your view of seeing who was playing you saw, it was Bradshaw. He looked even better up close. You smiled as you heard "Great Balls of Fire" begin. You went over to stand in front of the piano so he could get a view of you, but so you could also get a good view of him. He looked up over his aviators at your as he began to sing.
"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane." He sang out loud and everyone singing along. The song rang out across the bar. You sang along enjoying this moment, not being able to take your eyes off this man.
"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!!!" Everyone sang out the last line of the song. He reached for his sunglasses pushing them down to give you a wink before everyone came over to engulf him. You smiled as everyone cheered for him. You felt a slight breeze from behind you, noticing there was a sliding glass door that goes out to a deck. You decided to go out and get a breathe of fresh cool air, after sweating in there. You breathed in the cool salty ocean air and closed your eyes relaxing your body.
"Hey." You a heard a voice from behind you say. You turned to see it was Bradshaw. He had two beer and walked up next to you. He handed you a beer and took a swig of his.
"Bradley Bradshaw." He said putting his hand out to shake yours.
"Bradley Bradshaw?" You asked confused at his name.
"Yeah, yeah I know. Two Brads. You can call me Rooster." He said laughing under his breathe.
"Nice to meet you Rooster. Y/N." You said taking a sip of you beer.
"Well, I haven't seen you around here." He said turning around so his back was up against the railing, while you looked out to the ocean.
"Yeah, I'm new to the area." You said looking over at him.
"Well, I'm pretty happy I see you now." He said looking you in the eyes. You slightly blushed and turned to him.
"Pretty happy I see you now also. Not too bad of a sight to look at." You said with a smile.
"Well if you think you will come here more often, here's my number. Let me know when you come and I'll be here." He said handing you a piece of paper with his number.
"Maybe I will, maybe I wont. Maybe see you around Rooster!" You said with a smile and you walked passed him.
Maybe California wouldn't be too bad after all.
#Rooster#top gun#rooster imagines#top gun imagines#Bradley bradshaw#Bradley Bradshaw imagines#miles teller#miles teller imagine
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ITS ME IM FIRST are there any moments from your writing inspired by something that happened to you personally??
This is why you're one of the best people in the fandom, thanks!
And yeah, there are some actually
Let's start with Indi-Quack!
So in Under the Influence of Gandra Dee!, Fenton has to sober up for his m'ma after unknowingly vaping a bunch of weed. Something similar happened to me. No, I did not need get high on accident but I did have to sober up fast one time for a parent that was coming home
It was back when I still lived at my dad's house, I had just gotten out of a long day of working retail pharmacy and supposedly had the house for the evening. So yeah I wanted to get high that night. After getting out of work I went out and bought some stuffed nachos for my dinner/high snack and then went back home to get high. In the process of doing so, I get a warning text from my brother who was letting me know that he and dad were coming home. I wouldn't say I was super high, but it was enough to be a concerned and the worry just increased so I was pretty high. Quickly googled different ways to sober up from a high as I Febreezed the room and went with a cold shower. I think it somewhat did the trick, I felt more alert but also pretty awful but that's because I'm not one who takes cold showers that often
I basically felt the way I wrote how Fenton felt after he took that cold shower to sober up, less high than before but in-between this state of high and sober, not fun. Luckily my dad was none the wiser, but my stuffed nachos got cold. :(
I think I did write in the notes of Stuck in the Middle with DEW! about an experience I had with an edible, might as well give out so more deets on that. So that someone I mentioned, was actually a sibling of mine; it was back in college when we were all home for the holidays (ha-ha) she was staying the week with her husband (great guy btw) and yeah they're both stoners too. Anyway, a surprise Christmas present from her was a weed brownie. And it was good, like no joke, my siblings are amazing chefs. But she told me not to eat the whole thing in one go because she put a lot in there. So I ate half of it. Big mistake
Okay. So my bedroom was basically in the basement floor and usally the area I got high in back then, and I kid you not that one moment I was in my bedroom on my bed and the next I was in the living room (which was one floor up) lying on the floor in the middle of a conversation with that sibling who was checking up on me. That was a great high, I'm pretty sure I saw every title card for every Arthur episode I've ever watched in my mind that night
Last Indi-Quack! related one comes from What'd I Miss?!, after I wrote the scene where Gandra tells Della about one time she was high at F.O.W.L. and she could not for the life of her understand what Bradford was saying to her and winged her response and got away it was similar to two other experiences I had
So during the summertime me and another sibling thought we'd have the house for the afternoon to ourselves and you will not believe what happens next. We got high and were going to go chill in the pool. Well we got high in the kitchen and then we heard something that sounded like a car door being opened, I investigate, I see that my dad, step-mom, and half-sister arrive home, I tell my sibling, they don't believe me because this would totally be something I would lie about to just fuck with them, i assure them that it is not and quickly start spraying the room and opening all the windows, they put away the bong, we retreat to the backyard, and just wait
So long story short, they came to the backyard and talked to us and we kept a straight face. But at one point my step-mom goes to something in the backyard and asks me a question about it that I still don't know was. And after having her repeat the question twice I just responded with "Yeah, it seems to be working fine" and got away with it
And while no, I did not get high at work but one year when I was working 2nd shift on Christmas I did smoke like hours before I had to go into work, just a little, honestly just a bowl. And by the time it was for me to go to work, I honestly felt fine. It wasn't till I got to my job and started working that I was giggling, so I was teensy bit high, but I am GREAT at my job so I just played some jazzy Christmas tunes and went to work. Luckily I was by myself for those first few hours of work tho
Now let's talk about stuff more wholesome, two of the Home for the Holidays! stories hit close to home for me, When Siblings Reunite! and It's All Downhill from Here!
The former is basically how it feels to be reunited with my siblings over the holidays but with the Ducks so it's way more cooler and the sledding one is based on sledding with my cousins on Christmas which is literally my favorite thing to do with them when we did do it
The last one I'll share comes from Let's All Go to the Movies! where Dewey is bothering Gandra at the Fight Fighters cabinet (you're welcome, Gravity Falls fans!)
Now look, Dewey is my favorite triplet because I was 100% most like him when I was that age but waaaaaaaaayyy less cool. And looking back now, I probably annoyed waaaaay more people than I thought I did when ever I wouldn't stop bothering people because I was interested in them or just wanted to talk to them about whatever was going through my mind at the time. And yeah, sometimes those people would snap. Not totally lose their cool, but just snap at me in a way made the message clear to me that I was being a nuisance to them at the moment
And look, nowadays I can be quite the snarky person when I'm in a bad mood so I also relate to Gandra here. Just being somewhere you don't really want to be, being with someone who is at a social level where you're not at now while prying into your personal life that you don't really wanna discuss right now.
But here on tumblr with mutuals, never an issue
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Thoughts after finishing Shadow
Finished watching Shadow, and I just love it to pieces. Was it what I expected? No, but it's like expecting a strawberry cake and getting a schwarzwald cake – it's different, it may take some getting used to, but it can be just as delicious if not more.
Spoilery spoilers below!
I don't feel like I can express all my thoughts in one post, because I don't feel like I even HAVE all my thoughts yet. This may be a show I have to return to and watch all over to see how things are set up, because they ARE set up.
I mean, they straight up told us what the shadow was, pretty early on, but it was in among so many conflicting tales and perspectives that we didn't know who to trust.
And that's at the heart of the show, isn't it? Conflicting perspectives. I was thinking about how Dan was so absolutely convinced that Brother Anurak/the one-armed man was a murderer, and it turns out he wasn't at all, he tried to stop the massacre and failed.
But why did Dan believe that? Because he was influenced by the Shadow, who had its own agenda: wanting to stop the school and this newfangled religion that prevented the age-old rites from taking place.
At the same time, can the Shadow be said to be lying? It never said Brother Anurak murdered anyone; that was Dan's conclusion. It just made the connection between him and the ghosts – and the connection WAS there, because he WAS the one who kept their bodies hidden and thus prevented their souls from moving on. Which, from the Shadow's perspective, was probably a worse crime, since death and the dead was part of its domain.
And with Brother Anurak dying at the end, did he give himself over to the Shadow?
Unsubtle political point: Do not sweep the past under the carpet! Bring it out into the light, acknowledge your wrongdoing, and learn from it!
Anyway, I just love that even though we have people giving completely opposite opinions, you can't definitely say who is wrong or right even at the end.
Apart from Dan's dad, who was just straight-up trash, it was hard to call people heroes and villains. Even Anan, murderer, bully, homophobe, was almost pitiful at the end.
As for the Shadow itself, it's so ambiguous, and I love it! Everyone told Dan that the Shadow was a threat, and he insisted that it wasn't. He claimed to be at peace in the dark realm, but seemed afraid when the Shadow materialized. And then at the end, we learn that he always belonged to the Shadow, that he was connected to it even before his birth. So does that mean that he was never meant to be in this world and he is returned to his true realm, or was he groomed from childhood and lured in by a promise to end his depression, stuck in purgatory and effectively dead?
You decide!
(Sidenote: I can understand sticking the final scene post-credits, to end the "proper" show on the very effective note of Trin's reflection, but I also think the scene contained a little bit too much vital information to be placed where half the audience will miss it.)
We were also warned that just about any spirit could escape through Dan's body, which is indeed what happened. From Trin's perspective, I suppose this is good news; he DEFINITELY didn't like the Shadow realm. And kudos to Singto's acting and the way the scenes were set up; I had been spoiled and really enjoyed all the little ways you could tell it was a different person. (He recognizes Josh and Nai but doesn't seem to care about their presence, doesn't acknowledge Cha-aim by name until he has heard it from somebody else, and only brightens up when Master Joe enters the room.)
The way it's all set up, they COULD go for a season 2, but I don't think they should. This unsettling open ending is very suitable for the show! Shows and films I have seen compared to this one have included Twin Peaks, Pan's Labyrinth, and The Haunting of Bly Manor, which all did similar things with their protagonists. It's nicely thematic. Leave it be.
Also, I think some of the negative opinions I've seen have been people who got so attached to their headcanons during the hiatus that they won't accept anything else. And that would probably just get worse with the time it would take to get a second season.
Well that, and then the ones who are sad we didn't get romance. Because boy howdy, did no one get a happy ending on this show. :-)
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911 Lone Star Rewatch: 1x09
Wow, I'm actually getting caught up! Everyone should be very proud of me!
Alright let's get this show on the road. Time to wrap up season 1 with these next two eps.
I do want to start this off by saying that I had a dream about lone star last night. Like not a dream that involved lone star characters or anything, but like a dream that I was watching lone star. Anyone know what stage of hyperfixation that is?
The 126 and I are of the same opinion regarding gender reveal parties.
Captain Judd!! The first captain Judd episode wow.
Oh wow, baby TK with his little firetruck. So is the insinuation that Owen gave the truck to TK for his birthday present and he like just opened it after Owen got there late? And he and Gwyn are fighting in the other room now about him missing the birthday. Honestly, I feel very bad for all three of them in this scenario. Like they all went through a major trauma--obviously Owen had a much more up close encounter with it--but they are all still very much recovering from it in December of that year.
Also I'm upset about the fact that this should cannot decide how Gwyn's name is spelled. My closed captions for this ep have it as Gwenyth. But later episodes have it as Gwyneth. I'm pretty positive Gwyneth is the correct one.
"Come meet my boy". Kill me. God Owen and TK's relationship destroys me. And I also love that he tells Zoe that TK looks more like his mother. Cuz he definitely, definitely looks like Owen. Like he does also look like Gwyn, but he's certainly Owen's spitting image. So I love that Owen says he looks more like Gwyn because of course that's who he would see in him. He wouldn't see himself, he would see the woman he loved(s).
TK asking so earnestly if Zoe is his doctor is just so good. "You brought a date?"
TYLER KENNEDY STRAND. "oh that poor kid" SIR. STOP. YOU ARE DESTROYING ME WITH YOUR BIG GENTLE HEART.
Also love that as soon as his initial questions are answered, TK immediately wants the details about 'hot babe' Zoe.
Also I definitely think that after Owen asks him about the cop, they do indeed have a conversation about it. Because in episode 10 when Carlos comes to the firehouse, Owen makes that comment about 'how many decisions did you make today'. So I think he was very aware of TK not being sure about things with Carlos before then.
It's funny that Marj is shocked by the idea of TK coming back so soon after being shot. But then of course after she gets shot in season 4, she's back like immediately.
Oh wow I forgot that we meet Judd's dad this season!! For some reason I didn't think it was until season 2!
Okay but Owen is right, TK did look uncomfortable on that couch.
Oh noooooooo. Not the cave call. Getting stuck in a cave is like at the top of my fear list. I would literally never go spelunking. I would have a panic attack as soon as things starting getting narrow.
I FORGOT THIS KID'S NAME IS KEITHAN. I apologize to any keithan's and loved ones of keithan's, but that's gotta be the dumbest name I've ever heard. Why do we need to Frankenstein Keith and Ethan together like that. (I just looked it up and 6 million people named their baby Keithan in 2023... why)
How many siblings does Judd have? I feel like he's said a number before... but I can't remember. I know that he's the youngest. Does he have three brothers? Or is he one of three?
Poor Paul. Just wanting to help and getting torn to shreds by that little boy. I love that this is the story that he tells Asha on their date.
TK calling Zoe is just so silly on his part. Like he's at home, spiraling, and he just decides to email Zoe's university email. Which is objectively hilarious. Like "my dad's new girlfriend is a psych prof. she will know the answers."
'I guess there is my BOYFRIEND.' yeah that's right. your boyfriend. soulmate. future husband.
Buttercup perking up as soon as TK walks in makes my heart swell.
MY GOD. Listening to Owen talk about his experience as a lifeguard, saving the little girl's life. And that being the reason that he decided to quit law school and become a firefighter..... like knowing what happened to his brother. GOD. GOD.
"BUT YOU ARE MY KID" (a lot of all caps this episode. I'm feeling a lot.)
His little smirk when he asks Colt if he likes cops. I see you, TK.
Oh yeah the space station!! Solar flare ep is up next! (and it's the finale!! crazy)
(also no Michelle?? except for that tiny scene at the start)
10/10. And I know I say that for every episode. But honestly... this one might be the favorite of the season.
Previous episode thoughts
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Root
My family is pretty distant.
My sister has been climbing the economic ladder since she went off to Unova to study for business, we saw much less of her after her first year of school.
We recently reconnected, out of business obligation....
I have been seeing her a bit more lately but it's really awkward and hard to be professional but I do what I must.
My mom has been a bit distant lately too. She was always kind and caring, usually keeping my dad's feet on the ground whenever he had big ideas and was ready to decorate the whole house for Christmas or open a restaurant where people who didn't have a lot of money could trade things for meals.
She's been a lot more quiet lately, and last time I visited her she was looking into more of her Johto roots and I even heard her playing one of her old instruments.
My dad was a dreamer, bigger than life and cared about people and pokemon so much. He opened his small corner store, Mercado if you will, to help trainers and travelers who came to Sinnoh. Everyone in the area knew who he was, and he could remember every fact about a person he met only once.
He was also a lover of lore and history, probably why he settled in Sinnoh. I miss him a lot.
My little Brother "Tei" was just as energetic as my dad, and he LOVED pokemon. He was really excited to go on his pokemon journey one day...unfortunately he never got to do that.
I dont do what I do as a Ranger because I'm trying to remember them or be closer to them, but I sometimes feel like they are with me when I'm just enjoying what I do.
I can say that while I love and miss my family, I'm a lot closer to the people I call a family lately.
My whole team, every pokemon that I've adopted or that has adopted me is a very important part of my family.
My Ranger Team and I are super close. Eddie is like the Big Bro I never had. Minnie is like a little sister, though she thinks she's more responsible than me, and we have known each other since we were kids.
And Jo is a great boss who I respect, and although she's never said it, I think she cares about us too.
The Girls of Team Wild Dragoon are pretty awesome too.
Jo decided to help out an up and coming team of Poke-Tri-Games athletes and they work in our Cafe to help support their team and we see a lot of each other.
Konani is very nice and knows so much about herbs, plants and foraging, and she's surprisingly very funny. If you ever go into the cafe and see a funny chalk writing, it's probably hers.
Vea is very passoniate and can be a lot to handle but she has the back of anyone she deems worthy, so despite her abrasive and in your face attitude, she's pretty cool. I often see her and Minnie getting in little competitions, so it's good that Minnie has a friend.
And Tia...she's, pretty cool. It's a little hard to describe her but "determined" is a good start. A lot of people seem to write her off as "uptight, srandoff-ish, and ice cold" but she's actually very caring and nice, she just doesn't talk alot.
We were getting a lot of people asking if she was in a bad mood when they first started but we assured them that she was fine. She doesn't have a glare that could freeze a Glaceon soild, but I think she's just trying to figure people out.
I really admire how hard she works at it, and when she's in the sky training for their next competition, it's really something to see.
But uh...yeah I think I really care for my found family a lot!
#ranger rai#pokemon ranger#the ranger base#pokemon#ask me anything#sinnoh#pokemon fossils#this is a fun ask
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15 questions to get to know me
Bestie @oonajaeadira didn't tag me in this but I'm gonna do it anyway just to spite her.
1. are you named after anyone?
No and I'm a bit salty about that. I have two brothers and they both have family names. My name was picked at random and my middle name was originally going to be my first name until my mother heard a terrible nickname for it at the grocery store. I am so thankful for that because I HATE my middle name and don't use it unless legally required.
2. when was the last time you cried?
Last night! It was just a few tears, but I just started watching Euphoria and have been cruising through it and watched Season 2 episode 5, "Stand Still Like the Hummingbird," which was gut-wrenching and also one of the best episodes of TV I've ever seen.
3. do you have kids?
Nope and that's not going to happen. For the longest time I didn't want kids and then I went through a few years where I did, and now I'm just happy being the weird aunt to kids who aren't even related to me.
4. do you use sarcasm a lot?
I try not to. The majority of the time it comes off as cruel to me.
5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?
Weirdly, their hair. It's weird because I know nothing about hair or hairstyles but maybe my eyes just start with the top of the head when I meet someone. But I find myself thinking a lot, "wow, they have cool hair!"
6. what’s your eye colour?
Yellow ring around the pupil, blue ring around the outside, green in the middle. I do love them even though an optometrist once asked me what I say my eye color is and I said, "hazel?" uncertainly and they replied, completely deadpan, "That's a made-up color." So I just say "green."
Also fun fact: my dad and I have the exact same weird eye color AND are the only two in my immediate family who are near sighted.
7. scary movies or happy endings?
scary! sometimes I need a good happy ending, but a lot of the time I get mad when I feel like it's not earned.
8. any special talents?
I'm a really fast learner of anything I'm interested in. Also very good at teaching myself new skills.
9. where were you born?
a stupid town in Minnesota. but now I live in an awesome city in Minnesota and never go back there.
10: what are your hobbies?
Reading, writing, video games, puzzles, knitting, gardening, house projects, and hiking. I just want to be an old timey spinster.
11. have you any pets?
I have the best pets! My two black cats who are twin boys (from the same litter). They're sweet and snuggly and sometimes are assholes and are very entertaining. They totally make my life better and the three of us are super bonded.
12: what sports do you play/have you played?
Growing up my dad and older brother were really into sports and I tried to follow suit but was terrible at everything I tried. I did softball, basketball, tennis, and golf. My other problem was I just didn't care about winning or not and everyone else did, which I thought was dumb. I just wanted to have fun.
Thankfully I also did music and theatre and thrived in those. When I was older I trained in martial arts for ten years, which was the first time I realized all the things my body could do because I wasn't competing, just learning. I also do open water swimming in the summers, just because I really like to swim.
13: how tall are you?
5′9″
14. favourite subject in school?
"Language Arts" (English) was always my favorite, as well as orchestra, theatre, and art.
15. dream job?
I want to be retired and travel a lot. Seriously. If I had the choice, I would not work. Or maybe run a B&B in Costa Rica.
tagging: @beecastle @serpentstyles @nissameta1782 @trinikins @sunflowersturn and anyone else who is interested:
MAKE A NEW POST with your answers!
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I've posted this on Twitter before, but since Tumblr seems better for long text I thought I'd repost it here. I should also say that yes, I was an incredibly dumb kid.
When I was 15/16ish, I used to regularly walk up to the local library while my parents were at the supermarket, check out a ton of books, and then walk home. Well, soon after I got home this one day, the doorbell went. It was this guy, I pegged him at the time as being about my granddad’s age, which would put him in his 60s, glasses, green hat, heavy grey coat, umbrella (it was raining). He told me he was a friend of my dad’s and that my dad had borrowed some magazines of his and he wanted them back.
Me: He’s not home, you’ll have to come back later.
Him: That’s ok, I’ll just come in and get them.
Me: ??? No, you’ll have to wait until they’re home. They won’t be long.
This was true, by our routine I was normally home about an hour or so before my parents.
He told me he didn’t want to wait and that he could just come in and grab them.
I told him no again, but I was starting to feel nervous, because if he *was* a friend of my parents I’d get yelled at for not helping him. Again, dumb kid, and this was how my mum would react.
Now, at the time my family had this terrier dog. He was maybe 8/9 at the time, but he loved to meet people at the door and he’d come with me. And this dog was *vocal*. We used to joke he could talk because you could tell what he wanted by the pitch and tone of his voice. He had different sounds for everything.
I’d closed him behind the inner door, but I could still hear him, and his voice wasn’t making the normal happy visitor sounds he usually made. It wasn’t growling, but it was a weird grumbling noise I'd never really heard from him before, and I thought he’d got into something trying to get to the door (shoerack or bags or something), so now this was more pressure because I needed to get rid of this guy to deal with the dog.
I told him to come back later when my parents were home and tried to close the door.
He stopped me.
I can’t remember if he put his hand out or his foot in it, or what, but he stopped me, and kept insisting I let him in to get his damn magazines.
At this point I was freaked, and under no circumstances was he coming in the house. Meanwhile, Doggo was going crackers with the grumbling and strange sounding barks behind me.
Him: It’ll be quick, I’ll just grab them.
Me: No.
I’d been trying to be polite, but this was pretty much the moment I think I shut down all niceties.
Me: He’ll be back later, come back then.
And I closed the door in his face.
I was honestly more afraid of how pissed my parents were going to be at me for being so rude to a friend of theirs than this guy, I mean, he was just some old guy, but I locked the porch door, went back in the house, and locked the inner door too.
Doggo had not, as you probably guessed, got into anything, but was just grumbling and wuffing at the door. He didn't look defensive or anything, but he definitely wasn't comfortable.
I got a drink and thought about things. My dad’s not a big reader, never has been. Why would he borrow magazines?
Also, it was summer and my mum had opened half the windows in the house.
I went round the house, closed all the windows, and then locked doggo, a carving knife and I in the conservatory until my dad and brothers got home. Best choice I made in that entire debacle. My dad ended up having to call me because he'd forgotten his keys and I wouldn't answer the doorbell to let him in. He had not borrowed magazines from anyone and had no idea who this guy could have been, but he just kinda laughed the entire thing off.
Looking back, I really hope that somewhere out there, there’s an old man who occasionally thinks of the time he got the wrong address and scared a teenage girl half to death. But sometimes I just think of HOW INSISTENT this guy was to get in the house, and I have to think about it, because was he so socially unaware of the fact he was asking a young girl to do one of the most major things she’d been taught NOT to do?
THEORIES
My street had a semi-similar name to two other streets nearby, and there was a third with the same naming patterns (though my friend lived in my number on one of them, and her family didn’t know the guy either, I asked and gave his description. I honestly thought afterwards that he was probably looking for them because my friend and I look similar in general from a distance but nope). So he might genuinely have just been lost.
I also thought for a very long time that this could have been a robbery scam. My town at the time had a problem with people (usually men) tricking usually elderly folks into letting them into the house and then robbing them. If this guy did think I was a child home alone, he might have decided to alter his script on what he hoped would be an easy job. And it would explain why his story was so weird: he was improvising it on the fly to what he thought was a child.
It's also worth noting that although I was 15/16 at the time, I looked MUCH younger. I could easily pass for preteen at the time, it was a mistake many people made. This guy had no idea he wasn't speaking to a much younger preteen and was demanding said preteen let him in their house. And if he'd seen me come home, he'd have seen me unlock the door, which meant there was a good chance I was alone. This aspect of things didn't strike me until years later, but it's still something I think about.
#true story#scary story#creepy#real people are scarier than fiction sometimes#wtf happened this day#conspiracy theories about my own life#who was this guy?#where did he come from?#where did he go?#let me in#yes I was so stupidly dumb as a kid and teen
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The Making of Elizabeth Shelby ch:4
Charles, I’m getting to the exact moment I fell in love with your father. As for when he fell in love with me, you’ll have to ask him that. Now be patient, I’m trying to finish the story. Like always, I love you too my little loves
Dear children,
10 years had passed, during that time we all had grown up. Not all of us, some were still young at heart. Arthur, who was 23, acted as the same age as Finn. Can you believe it Finn and Arthur would get in trouble, and Polly did not like Arthur blaming a boy who was only 9 and didn’t know any better. Arthur also made a name for the new generation of peaky blinders. He protected his younger brothers, so they wouldn’t have to take their first eyes, he did it so they wouldn’t have to. Your uncle Arthur will always protect someone he loves, he won’t involve someone he thinks is too young if he doesn’t have to. Polly once said he tries to be a good man, and that’s true.
John was cocky as ever but this time he met Martha who calmed his wild gypsy ways. They were good for eachother, I knew he loved her even before he knew he did. I loved that he found someone but it was bitter sweet I lost my best friend, my confidant. All that didn’t matter because what was most important, John was happy, he kissed the ground Martha walked on and most importantly loved their kids. After they got married, Martha kept popping them out nonstop or so it seemed like. Me and Arthur would joke they gave rabbits a bad name.
Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have said that either!! Ok children, mum didn’t say anything , disregard the last part.
I stopped my thieving ways and got a job working as a secretary. For no other than the Shelby betting shop, the betting shop became really successful. Polly would handle the money and I would make sure Tommy and Polly got any letters, or if someone rang and needed to speak to them and they weren’t there I would take a message for them. Sometimes I would take bets but that was rarely.
I still lived with mum, Helen got married to her childhood love and had a couple of kids. I didn’t have to take care of Helen anymore as she had a husband to do that but I still had me mum and myself to worry about.
Ada was 13 and just discovered boys, she was often at fairs and used Finn wanting to see the horses as an excuse to go. She’s Ada. You can’t tell her to do anything she doesn’t want to do and no one would dare tell her to stop.
As for your father this was a dark time in his life. I didn’t know then it was because he lost his sweetheart Greta. I don’t remember Tommy being away from us but I guess that’s the thing about growing up people drift off and explore and you really can’t tell. I just remember him being really sad and it was unexplained. From what I can remember he was really happy, smiling, joking being Tommy and then all of a sudden it stopped.
I’m getting to the good part now
One day Polly got worried because she hadn’t seen him in a few days. It wasn’t unusual for your dad to clear his head and go to the mountains with a horse but he would always let Polly know, he didn’t and everyone was worried. That night he came around to my house. He used rocks to hit my window so I could wake up,I saw a dark figure outside my house when I heard “Liz-Lizzie, it’s Tom. Can you open the door” I rushed down the stairs expecting to find Tommy but instead I found this shell of a man. He didn’t look right, his bright eyes normally filled with light they were sunken in,dark circles around his eye looked like they saw a ghost “what happened Tommy?” -“uh - I - can I come in” “yes of course” I grabbed him by the hand and led him inside. Now inside I sat with him on the couch, I didn’t know how to act or what to say. I've never seen him like this before. I just stared blankly, not able to understand what he wanted me to do, what I could do. He just broke down crying, Tommy Shelby crying I didn’t know what to do when he laid his head on my lap, I just held one of his hands and with my other hand running my fingers through his scratchy peaky cut “shhh shh shh, i know, I know, it’s ok Tom, I’m here” I kept repeating that over and over again until he fell asleep in my lap.
After that night, things were different. Slowly very very slowly, Tommy became Tommy again. Little by little to cheer him up I would suggest we go riding up to the mountains, take a train to Liverpool or Margate, or see the cattle just for fun, try to do something we used to do. I only tried to get him out of his head, after that night we never spoke about it again. There wasn’t anything to say; I don’t think, but I didn’t want to think there was and he did not tell me about it. We slowly went right back to being kids again, just us, we were Tom and Liz again.
Things were good with your dad, he was out of his head and became alive again. When I wasn’t with him I would be at the betting shop or walking home from work. When I was not with your dad I would get men getting off of work at the factory telling me things. Things like “ where’s my man, I’m too pretty to not have a man by my side” Did I want them to walk me home? Things that made me feel uncomfortable because they weren’t saying it to be nice, they were saying it to get something else from me. This went on for quite awhile until one man in particular named William Howard blocked my path, I was so scared and angry without thinking I said “ you mess with me the peaky blinders will cut you.” I didn’t know why I said it but It just came out. I was so proud of myself I ran back to the betting shop and went to tell Polly what I just did. When I arrived Polly wasn’t there but John was. I just excited, practically jumping out of my shoes and blurted out “guess what I did, John, I told William Howard, if he came near me again the peaky blinders would cut him. I don’t know why I said that, but I don’t think he will mess or follow me again” “ “Where’s Polly, I have to tell Polly, She’ll be so proud I finally stood up to him after weeks of torment, I bet she’s at home, I’ll go get her bye John” I left flying to go tell Polly. I didn’t realize I left John processing what I just said and left him shocked. Me, his best friend, kept getting harassed and he didn’t know about it until after I had done something about it.
I was 16 and didn’t know any better than to leave a Shelby man with his own thoughts.
I’m not sure how this exactly turned out, but according to aunt Martha your uncle John went up to your dad yelling no screaming, asking if he had been with me for weeks why didn’t he know that I was being harassed by the Howard boy, and why wasn’t Tommy doing anything about it. Tommy didn’t understand the words coming out of his mouth, he had a confused look on his face yelling back “what the fuck are you on about John, what happened with the Howard boy and Lizzie” Tommy and John learned everything from Polly and Martha that day. What had happened,the men that kept harassing me, what I didn’t or did do about it. Looking back I wasn’t made of the sterner stuff I’m made of now, I was too naive, too sweet, I didn’t have a voice yet.
Again it was night when Thomas Shelby came around, it wasn’t late but me mum was asleep. I heard a knock and when I opened the door expecting to find Polly but instead I was met with your dad having taken his first pair of eyes. He didn’t look at me, he did everything he could not to make my gaze, I held his face and finally looked into his eyes and was met with remorse, a sadness I’ve only seen once before. Without speaking I took his hand into mine and sat him down in a chair while the silence overtook the house, I made him tea and got out my biscuit tin. We didn’t say anything because I knew what he had done, and who he did it too. I knew I couldn’t know what he was feeling, I could only try to understand. I sat across from him, he just kept looking down and his hand started to tremble, without hesitation I grabbed it “I know Tom, I know. I know what you did for me, Thank you, thank you, we’ll be alright Tom”
It wasn’t that he injured someone for me, it wasn’t that he protected me from anything worse happening. No it wasn’t that, it was it took me over 10 years to know all the little things that he had done, our solo adventures, sharing secrets, him being protective or jealous that me and John were so close. It took me 10 years until that moment and I knew that I truly loved this man. I haven’t even had my first kiss yet and I knew that we would always be in each others life, no matter who we chose later, or if we would even be together, I didn’t need that, I just needed to know that he would always be by my side, he would come to me if things got to bad in his head and I would share the burden and try and get him out of it. It took me 10 years to realize the blue eyed boy that I saw stubbornly get out of the caravan that I was obsessed with, I’m in love with. It wasn’t a simple school crush, it was love.
That love hasn’t always been easy, but it’s the first love I ever knew. And it’s the love that brought me, you two children. I may not have given birth to you Charlie but I love you as my own. Ruby, I don’t hate your dad, I get mad or frustrated at him because I love him. Without that love there would be no you. I’m glad every day I wake up, I have 2 beautiful children and I have a man by my side and I’ve had him there since I was 7 years old.
I love you, my little loves- Mum
Notes: Hope you enjoyed my first ever fanfic about Tommylizzie
previous Notes: I changed the ages of the Shelby’s slightly (see below for more detail)
Done from Lizzie’s pov
Shelby’s we’re wild gypsies before they came to small heath
Year(s) 1901/1910
Thomas- 11/19
Arthur- 14/23
Lizzie- 7/16
John- 7/16
Ada- 4/13
Finn- FirstBorn/9
1930’s
Ruby-7
Charlie- 11
Lizzie-35ish
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Just in case the cheese bot gets this, The Nantucket literally has completely broken down without me having to be aggressive with just truth and me showing what it could be like without being cruel. It's Zach you know who I'm missing so much. I'm telling you everyone and I'm hoping on Tumblr because most of y'all should remember he is the one that drops the heartbeat and I saw it a couple years ago I've seen the blue light that means he loves me and I heard him say life partner. He is here and I want to thank every person who's chosen to understand I don't know exact date but you being quiet and not saying things and just let me speak and let me say and if you feel like you need to put input in report things doj and see send app. No matter what you're hearing people say I'm not going to be executed and I'm telling you every person who's been reporting things on my behalf even to see send what you can do anonymous I appreciate it that's why I'm not going to go missing. You can also report to crime stoppers cuz that is worldwide in Baton rouge relay the message back to people in Baton rouge Louisiana to call crime stoppers outside of the Baton rouge area and Livingston parish area. And to only report to the Baton rouge city police and Denham Springs City police not to the sheriff's offices. There's an website called Vine you can see what jails and sheriff's offices and courts have been closed and which ones are open so that if you see your city or your county or parishes sheriff's office as shut down but they're still riding around then you report it to the doj it's the one with parentheses for cops and to see send. Jason Ard Oces and jimminy further matter and commander may my biological Brothers are missing but hang tight Livingston parish that's why I stayed I know it's stressful and I know you're afraid but that's why I'm here same house same street if my black SUV is out there you may knock on the door or you can look me up Snapchat Kelly Beatty Landry, Instagram Kelly Donnette Beatty Oces , and Facebook Kelly Donnette Beatty Oces you can message me if you are having stress or you've been getting stalked or you know you just want to check on me. But remember if it deals with you feeling like you're being oppressed, gang stalked, stopped, or feel like you just need to tell somebody something because you need to get it off your chest I'm here. Cuz I know what it feels like to not want to burden somebody but y'all want a burden to me because if I have to I will show up for you before I let you feel so empty or end up going missing.
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Hello! For the BoB ask game! I hope you’re having a wonderful day!
2. Is there a character you liked/disliked at first, but then changed opinion on throughout the show?
3. When did you first watch the show?
4. If you could pick three characters to be on your zombie apocalypse team, who would they be and why?
6. If you had to pick only one episode as your favourite, which one would it be?
7. What’s your favourite quote from the show?
8. How did you find out about the show?
9. Is there a character you think is very underrated or that you think people should show more love to? Who and why?
10. Would you ever do the same thing the boys did if you got the chance? Why/why not?
11. What’s your favourite location from the show?
12. What do you think your army nickname would be if you were in it?
14. How many pairs of socks would you bring to Bastogne? [Because, as they say, socks are important!]
17. Did the 101st Airborne need saving in Bastogne?
18. If you had to be named after one of the boys, who would it be and why?
19. What song [beside the original scores] do you connect the most with the show?
20. If you have a(ny) ship(s) when it comes to the show, which one(s) is your absolute favourite?
Sorry there’s so many lol but like I tell everyone, I’m super curious! Have fun answering these (if you’d like)!
Whew, let me see if I can answer all of these!
Hmm, I think when I first watched the show, I didn't like Speirs. I was 20, and I saw the world in black or white and I didn't fully understand the positions the men were in (and I understand that I still don't, since I have never been in combat.) He's since become one of my favorite characters.
3. I first watched the show when it came out in 2021. My family are huge history buffs (my dad and my brother are social studies teachers, and I ended up majoring in history for my undergraduate degree.) I've seen lots of war movies, been to battle sites, etc., so I was very excited to see the miniseries.
4. This is a tough one. I would pick Shifty because I would need a sniper. I would pick Spiers because I would need someone fearless who accepts he is already dead. Finally, I think I would pick Lip, because he's a great solider, and great leader, and he would also keep my morale and focus up.
5. I would pick Speirs. I wouldn't want to commit any war crimes, but I would love to experience the fearlessness he exudes on screen.
6. The Breaking Point kills me every time I watch it. You get the sense of comradery and loss all in one.
7. "What's a guy gotta do to die around here?" - Joe Toye. But during this recent rewatch, I've really connected with Skip Muck. I love when Don asks him where he's been, and Skip answers, "Well, Don, I was at home in Tonawanda, but then Hitler started this whole thing, so now I'm here." Skip's sarcastic sense of humor is very similar to my own.
8. I think I just heard about it from all the promos at the time of its release.
9. Chuck Grant
10. I would love to go skydiving one day, but I don't have an interest in being in the military or in combat.
11. I love the scenes at Camp Toccoa and The Eagle's Nest.
12. Maybe Jack (part of my previous last name) or Bookie (I would be the one with a book during break time.)
14. ALL THE SOCKS. My feel are always freezing! I would leave the cigarettes and trade for them with all the socks I brought.
15. Okay, so this may be unpopular. They didn't NEED saving, but it sure was nice Patton's boys showed up when they did, right? I don't need my husband to make me coffee in the morning either, but I'm not going to turn that down.
18. I think maybe Johnny Martin, so it be almost impossible to find my on social media sites.
19, My current WIP is called Everything Beautiful Thing, a line from In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel. The song has a quality that I am striving for in the story.
20. I am open to all ships, but i think one underrated one is Harry and Kitty, and I would love to see more fiction featuring them. The man carried his spare chute and stole Hitler's silverware for her!
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dear m - 06/05/2023 11:18pm
hey. i don't think this is working out anymore. we heard the things you said about us and about me. we have been nothing but nice and civil to you. we feel manipulated and betrayed because it seems like you don't have any respect and/or appreciation for what we have done for you.
i actually called roger to ask if his dad liked crawfish or shrimp because he wasn't answering me and they had a seafood boil at h-e-b when i went to pick up my prescription. i actually don't have to explain myself to you but here i am because i'm a good person whether you think so or not. i don't tell you anything because i shouldn't have to. thats why i've distanced myself to avoid this situation. unfortunately, we aren't the only ones seeing it anymore.
From me asking what his dad liked, rogelio asked for my honest opinion of what i thought about his dad calling him. i told him that i didn't think it was fair that you were taking the kids out to eat when he's here alone asking us for food. tbh it pissed me off the other day that he asked ronaldo to make him food because you were getting ready to take the kids to the pool and he hadn't eaten all day. granted it is Ronaldo's dad but we didn't ask him to be here.
Rogelio also felt bad for chloe because his dad told him you asked if chloe had mentioned wanting to leave. i told rogelio that i just see chloe super bored and that we felt bad because she's only nine and shouldn't have to watch her grandpa and brother all day. not even your own mother wants to be here with you for the same reasons. yet you don't see that your the common denominator in this equation.
about the dishes and cleanliness of the common areas, we had nothing to do with that. ronaldo's dad told us on Saturday and we told him not to say anything to you because it shouldn't be someone else's responsibility to tell you how to clean up after yourself. even roger and his mom agreed because you do the same thing in their home that they let you stay at even though they don't have to and you still have no respect. we haven't cooked in the kitchen in forever because we know we don't want to make a mess or it's probably already messy. you're the only person with food in the fridge. we also noticed you ate some of our things and we never said anything because of what you had said to us messing with your food. somehow you didn't think that meant the same for you so we started buying cheap meals and putting everything in our room and thats 100% unfair. i already mentioned to you the last time that open things in the fridge make everything smell and it seems to have gone into one eat and out the other.
we never said anything because we shouldn't have to tell you since you're a grown adult and onto of that a mother. who are known to be clean and tidy.
I was never raised to be a messy person, especially in common areas. sure my room is messy but thats MY living space. we i lived with you all at your apartment, i never left a mess. because i always cleaned up after myself. i was raised to respect other people's households even if i was paying part of the rent. i didn't even bring friends or family over because it was your apartment. sure we left dog hair in the room and Ryder made that hole but everything else was clean and we bought stuff to patch it and repaint it. we just didn't have the time to go back.
at our apartment, the room and restroom were dirty before tavico moved in because thats how you left it. i took pics after you guys moved out when it was a mess. when Ronald and i lived alone with tavico our place was always clean because we didn't have time to mess around. you saying you didn't add onto the pile is a lie. my sister has been there before and after and she agrees, it wasn't always messy. the whole thing about Brianna cleaning after us is a lie as well because I've seen her fold your laundry before and we hardly cooked then either. even your mom apologized to me for you being messy when she asked if a pot of potatoes that had been left out for days was mine when it was actually yours.
you blaming us/ me for your mistakes is toxic. just because you hear it from miguel you attack us. he only hears your side of the story so obviously he's going to be upset when he's told otherwise. if we wanted to tell him we would have done so when you first moved in. i want you to know that there are times when i could get home and get so frustrated with the mess that i would cry and get angry with Ronald that it started to mess with our relationship. we understand that you have a child but we know people with kids who literally have no one and somehow they haven't struggled as bad as you have.
we find it irresponsible of you to not pay rent, daycare or a babysitter yet you get your nails done, buy expensive things for yourself and the kids or take the kids to a museum we wanted to go to when it was half priced and i offered to pay for everyone. it seems like the material things are more important than having a roof over your head. you can bring tavico into this situation because he payed for his baby mom's and children's home, cars and needs. you pay for a vehicle you choose to have, and whatever you want. you don't even offer a couple hundred bucks here and there. you tell us you don't have any money yet your spending it on things that are unnecessary. sure you can buy your kids what they want but i'm sure you all dont need multiple pairs of matching sneakers. it's your money right but it's unfair to us to continue to have to pay for you due to you making the poor life choices you made for yourself. if your trying to save up for a house that's cool but then at that point your being selfish. ronald and i are trying to make a life for ourselves too but we can't save or even try saving because we have to pay for everything with no help from you. and on-top of that we watch miguelito when you ask us to even when it's not our obligation. your only here because ronald feels obligated to help you for miguel and that's it. because you've done absolutely nothing for us.
for you to say that you hope i suffer when i have children is wrong of you. as if i didn't watch miguel for free for over month while you paid your mom work watch him for 3 weeks. I took Miguelito to school for you and sometimes picked him up and at times continue to watch him for you and yet i have done nothing for you. i would get upset and cry when i wasn't able to help yet i'm ugly and have it out for you.
you saying those things about me and how i dress/look actually hurt. i've never judged you for anything and to hear that you think of me like that after all I've done for you is sad.
we've done nothing but been there for you and we get no appreciation or respect. we've never asked you for anything in return and it frustrates me that you only see things your way. you don't pay rent yet we are secluded to our room due to your mess. especially Ryder. its not fair to us at all. you're getting what you need and don't give a care for us having to work extra to make up for rent, food l, or the things we need. especially when you don't respecting our home by you leaving a mess everywhere. cleaning is the least you could do. as well as being more respectful to us, others, and our things. i have things the way i want because its my apartment. believe it or not i pay ronaldo rent too.
i don't find it respectful when you let the front door slam. i wake up every morning when it happens and this whole situation has had my anxiety off the charts so i barely sleep. if i can hear you slam the door and it wakes me up every morning, how do you think ronaldo's dad feels being closer.
we've definitely have helped you out the most and we fell under appreciated and manipulated by you. i'm not trying to cause drama but i'm tired of being taken advantage of. rogelio felt courageous enough to tell miguel because he knew that miguel was only hearing your side of the story. I'm not telling or asking you to leave i just want you to really think about what you're doing because we're the real one's suffering here and at some point you'll have no one left to lean back on from you burning so of your bridges. you have people to help you but you treat everyone the same, with no respect. you can be mad all you want but we all see how unfair the situation is. so if living with us is the worst, you don't have to be here.
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Yeah this makes sense these people are obsessed with imitating my brother and they go ahead and do so and it looks like they're running possibly a large Warhammer ship lead and not telling people that and it also looks like they are infighting still and if they wear a bunch of different EXO suits and this one is one that looks like pool Hammer of course but it looks like them possibly Terry cheeseman on the ground and Trump above and they wind up on his own chips off of Saturn as thyshick and oryx. But the question really is who killed Jesus and the others. And the answer is in New Hampshire and the person who drove off of the boat to toss Dad into the sea and others or witness to who actually did the deed in other words if they burned him instead of retrieving him.
Zues Hera
We do know exactly what happened and somebody did murder him because he could have easily been revived and it was most likely the person at the hospice running it which was Tommy f the same person he had to go down and have a meeting and they sat there and talked to him for a while and said we don't want you killing us permanently and he said that's the way it goes it happened to his family and I sort of see something did you grab me this is no and he says I still have a family and it's very huge and we can grab anyone and you've been warned. You try and shoot me again it's going right out the back of your head. He opened his eyes and said wow I guess that's being threatened and I'm going to shoot you somewhere else for your talk every time you open your dumb mouth so he left and he was not happy and he saw the guy who he slept with his wife and he started pestering him he's going to not now I've got a big problem is that screaming I've got to shoot him dead and they said no you don't and it started beating him up and they heard this from him I can't keep on doing this and stupid stuff like that so this is you yelling that dumb s*** out and they said I guess so and they're hitting him and hitting him out of his mouth came the most absurd thing you've ever heard I'm John remillard and you're beating up the wrong guy they hit him in the mouth and The sopranos began he's this idiot who keeps on harming our son and he committed murder and is trying to kill just about everybody who has anything and we don't want him near our son at all he's crying out of self-pity because he knows that our son has people and they're big and they're unstoppable and they start in with us and he won't stop and it's like trying to kidnap him all the time so we have to support this move we have to temporarily relocate him we have to do it to the right place at the right time and we're going to work on it now we do thank you for this and he says you're very welcome anytime I can and we'll see it's going to work
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Good morning!I haven't been on here in a year but I've been binging on your messages because I love your replies and I crossed paths with an anon that I could relate to 100%.She was the one in a relationship with a white man and I think his mom died.I went through that last year with my ex, white,older boyfriend.It was my first time getting involved with someone who wasn't black.I had been single for years.We got to know each other by spending time together everyday,face timing, talking on the phone and texting every single day.We did that for a month then went on our first date.He was a gentleman and very sweet.He opened up to me about all his childhood traumas(even though he felt like none of it was trauma and some what normal).He opened up about being abandoned by his drug addict father who did drugs and would actually take him with him to get high,he was abusive to his mom etc.He was also open about his previous marriages.He was married two times also.I decided to not judge him based on his past but I was paying very close attention.Trust me.He also told me at one point in his younger years he did drugs and I think his dad got him into using.He had turned his life around and I was the polar opposite of the type of women he usually got involved with.He couldn't believe he met someone like me(I think most men tell women that lol) and it was so random because we met through a mutual friend and at first,I wasn't interested in getting with a white guy.After we started dating and discussed the direction we wanted things to go,he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.Not too long after I met his family.He wanted me to meet his mom because she was very sick and he didn't know how much longer she had.I got along with everyone and eventually started being around them quite a bit.His mom and I were so close.Fast forward to his mom's death.It wrecked him, supposedly.I say supposedly because he said it did but he stopped talking to me and kept in touch with everyone else.I feel like,if you're not interested in talking to anyone then why am I the only one being ignored?We had no problems before and only had one argument.When discussed,he said he was mad at me because I kept repeating myself during the argument and he heard me that first time.Personally I believe it was a case of...older men being stuck in their ways/thinking a woman is trying to change them...and that's why he stopped with the calls,texts and coming around.We did talk again about things weeks later and he said he... figured some things out about himself since she died etc.I was like,okay but that's no reason to act how you've been acting.
I believe he was mad that I talked to him about eating better,drinking more water and not drinking so much soda,working out to be healthier, going to church etc.You know basic things some men wish a woman would be down with because he knew I ate healthy,worked out and attend church.I even tried to help him get his credit together and teach him about real estate because I was learning about real estate and figured,why not include him?I did notice his friends were into very basic things and liked to do wild stunts,play video games,party and just go with the flow... basically... people who have the mentality like... I'll just take what life gives me and be okay with that.Not good thinking especially for people who are 40+ and have children,I think.I didn't know much about his friends until later via Facebook because he's originally from Texas and all of them are still there and Colorado.
But in the end he just wanted to be stuck in his ways and not change certain things to better himself.Like I told him,no matter your age you can always go after the life you really want if you work hard towards it every day.He says money isn't a big deal to him and he prefers to live simply.He was once homeless too and I just really wanted him to have it all.
His brother and I are friends on Facebook,so is my ex.His brother til this day says he don't understand where he went wrong and it still pissed him off that we're not together.He has terrible anxiety and is suicidal, that's a reason I keep in touch.
Usually,after break ups I NEVER keep in touch with family...but his family, including his sweet mama were so good to me and I know he has different problems that hopefully one day he'll finally realize he needs to work on.I'll never not deal with any of them because it's all love.Besides,it's not their fault that he acts how he does.
I talk to my ex like we're just friends and were never together if that makes sense.We got to that point once he apologized for all he did and I disappeared for a few months to focus on myself.I really only deal with them via Facebook every now and again.I'm not one of those people who have attachment issues or replay scenarios after relationships are over then be in my feelings like so many people do.I just be like...okay you're not for me.I'm glad I saw it in months instead of wasting years of my life.
I'm single, happy,back in the church,lost weight,credit score keep going up and I've been traveling.Almost finished with my psychology degree and the money going up.Lol.I am very happy and happy that him and I were able to share the time together that we did.During those months,we dealt with a lot...mainly sickness and loss...and we were there for each other.I was there more for him in the end but I wouldn't change a thing.I've always been that person who was able to handle more than others but I've gone through a lot myself and had to alone.That's why I'm always there for others and I don't count favors.All the good I put out,always comes back to me and I take lessons from every person I've known and situation I've been in no matter if it's good or bad.
Everything always works out for our good even though at that moment when we're going through,it sure don't look like or feel like it.Some people are dealing with all kinds of demons and trauma every day but covering things up with smiles and anything else to take the pain but nothing will work until people make the choice to do the inner work and own up to ALL of their b's.Just keep being good to people and never let another person's actions or behavior determine yours.Try and love people like God intended us to.It won't be easy but that's all we can do.
Also,Tae you got me back into reading my Bible last year and going to church.You helped me realize I was doing too much when it comes to men years ago.You would ALWAYS respond to me even when you were going through and I'm so grateful for you.I used to pray for you to have the desires of your heart and look at you!All of your hard work and the inner work you have been doing for years is paying off.I'm so proud of you and thank you for EVERYTHING.♥️
Good morning love! ✨🌞
Whew, this blessed me!
I took all day and a few hours last night to pray about how to respond:
This, what you've told me, is all Ive ever wanted for my followers. To see how God can work in your life. To see how God can change your internal and external reality.
i can see the spirit of God all over your life! kindness with his family. self control with your boundaries with him physically and emotionally. faithfulness to your spiritual practices and community. love for everyone you've mentioned. patience with your process. deep peace and joy with the life you now live. gentleness with your verbal responses. and goodness - all throughout these thoughts, coming from the heart.
I will always be here for yall. I am "going through" rn. (And trust me, Im here for myself.) But this will never override my urge to encourage yall. To speak to the integrity and purpose and love that yall have. To believe with you for your self love relationship, your God-connection, your friends, your future husbands and wives and marriages, your peace, your careers, your families. All the desires of your heart.
Bc I kno that when u commit ur ways, God begins to answer to those things in details. And you're living it rn.
I know this is only the beginning for you 💛✨🙏🏽 May God continue to show in both of us. And thank you so much for sharing this!
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