Dear Ed Sheeran + followers,

If you somehow see this! Please consider reading!!

I have never attempted to contact any famous person in hopes for a response, but here it goes.

It would mean the world to my wife Elise Music, if you would take the time to send a shoutout to her upcoming birthday 11/19!!! She has been a huge fan and follower of yours since you first hit the radio in the US!!! I purchased us tickets to your divide tour back in 2018 at Minute Maid Park in Houston. I was immediately a fan myself!!!!!

We were extremely bummed out to miss your recent tour in the states. We was hopeful to attend the Tampa concert since we are currently located in Jacksonville, Fl.

A simple response on here, on Facebook Austin music, on Snapchat tmusic08 or Lesie91, or tictok them.music.boyz or lesie_101, or any other avenue of communication for that matter. Any acknowledgment at all would be more than sufficient.

We have recently watched your documentary on Disney and your humble personality has inspired me to take the chance and see what would happen.

We love your work, love your vibes, and wish you and your family the very most continued success!! Thank you for being inspirational to all that believe in themselves because of you sir!!!

GOD BLESS!!!

The Magicians: When the Fire Goes Out

I realized, I don't think I've ever shared this old fic on here. It's my most liked and bookmarked fic on AO3. Has a special place in my heart as one of my favorites to write. I have the biggest soft spot for the lil family vibes that it had going on. AND IT HAS A SONG. So yeah, enjoy! 🔥

Pairing: Quentin Coldwater x Eliot Waugh (MxM)

Summary: Eliot stopped and scooped up the little boy to rest him on his hip in one arm. He was starting to get just a little too big for being carried and Eliot knew there would come a day they wouldn’t be able to pick him up anymore. But that day wasn’t going to be it. Explores the themes of grief, family dynamics, and healthy established relationships. 3.9k words / Canon Compliant / Mosaic Timeline

Get out on your own Be somebody now This came up out of nowhere Guess I gotta go Let’s cut to the chase Stuck in this place for good When I’m with you in here It doesn’t seem so bad Bon Voyage - Arbi, Koethe

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Eliot should have been relieved to get through another winter in Fillory, the cold was particularly unbearable within their shanty little cabin, but nothing about this coming summer felt right without Arielle.

The community came together, a little more than a dozen people cuddled on logs near the fire in her memory, garnishing the flickered flames with items that held a personal connection to her. She’d passed unexpectedly and they’d held a memorial for her in the village just a few days after burying her.

For Eliot, his personal item to burn came in the form of a long decorative sash. He’d spent too many years arguing with Arielle over differing styles and attempting to impose their tastes over one another. It was their longest conflict.

Arielle had won, obviously, but not entirely because she’d gotten one over him by dying. They’d always joked that would have been the case, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth to think about. He’d genuinely started to like her style.

He thought about Margo constantly and what she might have said or done differently. No one could have ever replaced his Bambi. He missed her more than he’d ever say. But at least Arielle was a good person to be around. He felt he’d become a better person because of her, or at least one not so heavily reliant on alcohol or drugs. She’d been the one to teach him to sew and had shown him how to dye fabrics in colors not even Earth could recreate.

As thanks, he’d make her things she’d have no choice but to wear. Boasting about his taste in fashion and how perfectly it could have worked if they hadn’t been living in the backwards lands of Fillory. The sash had been one of the first things he’d made that she’d actually kept using. She’d told him it was so ugly that it somehow made it cute. He feigned offence and it became one of their longest-running jokes.

Quentin tossed a peach into the fire, it was the only other item he had on him. The other was a small teddy that Arielle had made while pregnant with their first. A little brown Cozy Horse, much too small to be the real deal but it was from one of her favorite Fillorian tales. Too valuable to burn.

The sleeping boy curled up in Q’s lap held the teddy in a vice grip. He hadn’t let it out of his sight ever since she’d gone.

“Why hadn’t more of the world known about her?” Q’s voice was low, too tired to cry anymore, but the raw pain of it was there all the same. Eliot was beside him. He’d been staring off into the fire and watching the fruit simmer and burn.

“I don’t know. Maybe she didn’t want that? Her world was always you and Ted.”

“And you,” Q corrected.

“And me,” he agreed.

Eliot looked back to him and reached out to stroke through the snoozing boy's hair. It was soft and pale in the low light of the flickering flames, as blonde as Arielle's had been. He couldn’t see them now, but he already knew if Ted opened his eyes he’d see splashes of her colors mixed in with those familiar browns.

This was going to be a harder life for the boy without his mother there. Eliot wished he could carry all that pain for him. Leave the burdens of the world on his own shoulders. The boy was too young to fully understand, but he’d soon come to learn she wasn’t coming back. Quentin brought him out of his thoughts when the silence was broken again.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this without her El.”

“Take it one day at a time. Plus, you aren’t going to be doing this alone. Promise you’ll never be alone.”

Quentin leaned on him, Eliot pressed his cheek against the top of his head.

“I wish I could get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t think I want to.”

“Q, can I tell you a secret? For a while, all you’re going to do is float. You’re going to try and stay alive for something other than yourself. And those waves of grief and pain never stop coming, but somehow, you don’t really want them to. They’re a testament to all the love you’ve ever felt and can feel. This pain will pass and the edges of it won’t be as sharp each time it comes back.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Well you know me, I’m always right.”

“Not always.”

“Mhm. Okay, not always. Just most of the time.”

Eliot reached out to pat the top of his thigh. They pulled back and shared a sad smile. The conversation between them was overseen by the crackle of the fire raising up when another item was added by someone else. The others returned to their logs. Voices talking amongst each other, low and soft.

Eventually, they all left too. Leaving the quiet grieving family alone with the dying fire. The night was beautifully tragic. Eliot knew he’d always remember this moment, though he wished he wouldn’t. It was one of the more painful highlights of his life.

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“Ted.” The voice patient but repeating the same thing for the millionth time that day was beginning to wear. Eliot glanced up from his spot in one corner of the mosaic and watched the young boy standing out past the treeline.

His stubborn little body barely visible past the wards and through the bramble and foliage. Quentin hadn’t moved, but he was watching the boy like a hawk.

“Hey, that’s too far and you know that. Stay where we can see you. It’ll be dark soon.”

“No!” Silence, Quentin gave him a second to think about it. Eliot raised an eyebrow and looked to Q, they knew what was coming. Ted was starting up again. “No dada, no!”

The little boy didn’t dare move from the spot he’d been caught in. Glued in place by his father's words. His grip tightened around the long stick he’d been holding, just so he could wave it aggressively in Quentin’s direction. The other arm wrapped protectively around a tattered brown Cozy Horse, holding it close to his chest. He let out a frustrated growl in the process.

Ted had been testing boundaries all day. Getting him to help or play near the tiles for the evening after an eventful dinner was next to impossible. No doubt going to bed would be the same. On days like this he’d get the passing thought of using his magic on him. Arielle would never have approved.

Eliot had watched the buildup happen all day, as much as it killed him not to intervene, he quietly watched on again. It was always a balance between who dealt with what. When Ted was first born Eliot didn’t have the slightest clue of what to do, but all that seemed to come so naturally for Quentin.

“I’m not going to ask again. Move back in the warded area by yourself or I’ll come get you.”

“No! I hate you! No! I wanna go see mama!”

Quentin let out a sigh and moved to get up. In the same moment, Teddy beelined off through the trees at full speed. Eliot shook his head and got up, shaking the dirt and dust from his favorite pillow. Q had already set off with speed into the treeline after the now-screeching toddler.

He moved to another corner of the mosaic where the sunset was always particularly beautiful, through the treeline only the sound of one very unhappy child could be heard. Eliot dropped his pillow beside the pile of others and dropped back down to make himself look busy.

It didn’t take long before a panting Quentin made it out the treeline victorious with a squirming red-faced boy fighting his arms. “NOOO” a sob pitched out loudly from the boy's tiny fighting lungs.

The stick was long gone but the horse remained flung about in his flailing little arms. Ted had decided to wake up and choose violence for the day. Absolutely nothing could please him. He got a pass, he was still trying to understand what his emotions meant. Eliot had been learning a whole lot more about that himself.

He could see Quentin's face a mixture of patience, pain, and grief. His eyes said it all, trying his best to stay silent about his own inner turmoil, but he was suffering all the same. Eliot waved Quentin over as he got closer. “Here. Bring him to sit by me. Go get some water and take five. The lamps will need lighting up soon.”

Quentin didn’t argue, though it was clear he was contemplating it. He looked defeated. Handling his own grief along with Ted’s outbursts had been wearing on him. He carried Ted over to sit in the pile of pillows by Eliot then turned to walk off towards the cabin. He could hear Q blow out a stream of air as he turned to leave, a hand rising to stroke his hair back. Eliot wished he could do more. One thing at a time.

The second Ted was placed down he tried to squirm away and go again. Eliot was faster, he’d already anticipated this movement. Hands around his small waist, he wrestled the boy back into the pillows.

”No papa!” sobbed out from the little boy, fresh tears replacing the anger, finding the moment had hit its breaking point for him. He buried his face into the dirty stuffed horse.

“Oh, come on kiddo. That was never going to work. Running away was my signature move.” None of those words meant anything to Ted. Eliot didn’t let up on his grip, not yet. “Listen, sometimes it can be a very good thing to run away from something, but right now it’s not a good idea. Show me you can sit beside me and I will let you go.”

It didn’t take long of Eliot holding him before Ted gave up fighting and grew impatient. Eliot loosened his grip as soon as he could. He didn’t want to be in his son's space while Ted was upset. The little boy puffed out loudly, body coiling away from Eliot, arms wiping his face then folding wrap around his face and knees in an effort to not look up at him.

Eliot sat back, he tried to show he was completely calm and in control. He waited for Ted to have that moment to himself, eyes going to the sunset to saviour the last of the setting sunlight through the trees.

The dirty brown horse hadn’t been let go, still crushed into the boy's lap. Eliot made a mental note to inspect the seams. It’d need repairing soon and he was dreading the potential headache it’d bring. He never could do the work quite as beautifully as Arielle once had. Maybe Quentin would be up for using his abilities instead.

When Ted came down from his mountain and slowly twisted back to look up Eliot, red puffy eyes still wet. In response, he smiled back reassuringly and reached out to stroke the wet from the boy’s face. His little one was engaging again, this was a good thing.

“See? You’re okay. I know you’re really mad right now and I would be too.”

He waited for a response, when there was none, Eliot leaned in and continued.

“Do you remember what I do when I get so mad?”

Ted shook his head. It wasn’t a fair question, Eliot had never so much as raised his voice around Ted. He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers patiently, bringing the boys attention to that.

Eliot promised himself he’d never be like his own father and he’d to date he’d stayed true to his word. Ted glanced down to his own hands, opening his palms across the mangled horse in his lap.

“How about we blow them out together? Maybe if you helped me we can get them down faster we could go do something else after. You ready?”

Eliot breathed in, making an exaggerated show of it with air filling up his cheeks, then waited for Ted to copy. After each slow exhale he’d fold a finger down. Ted genuinely just wanted to blow out the candles as fast as he possibly could. He was starting to blow a second time by the time Eliot was done with one exhale. It didn’t matter, the fact he was doing it at all was a step in the right direction.

By the end of it the young boy was still red-faced, but not quite so ready to explode. Eliot’s chest felt lighter and he knew Ted probably felt the effect too. They weren’t out of the woods by any means, but this was a start. Eliot placed his hand back down as his last finger closed.

“Did you get that nice feeling in your chest too? Means it’s working. So, what do you think happened that made you have to come sit here with papa?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. I forget sometimes too. I think it was because you went outside the warded area which isn’t safe. What do you think?”

“... but I didn’t want to be safe. I wanted to go see mama.”

“I know you want to be with mama, I miss her too. But going out into the woods isn’t a good idea and won’t make you closer to her. You want to know what I think will help?

“What?”

“We can miss someone and have them close to our heart. I could tell you my favorite stories of mama, or hum that song she always liked to do. Or we can just walk around the safe area and hold hands without talking. I don’t want you to feel more sad. What do you think?”

Ted sat there quietly, reasoning the pros and cons as far as his small developing mind could take them. Eliot was always surprised by how mature he’d been. Raised around only adults might have had that effect, or maybe it was being raised in Fillory. He couldn’t know for sure, he’d never experienced the hardships of kids before and didn’t really have any baseline to go off.

These newer outbursts Ted was having were always so sudden and explosive. Eliot could only hope this would get easier with time, for the sanity of all of them.

“Just walk papa? I don’t want to be more sad.”

“Alright little man. Whatever makes you happy and safe.”

Eliot got up first, hand offered out for the smaller person to reach for it. He held Ted’s hand as they walked out to the parameter of the wards. Each time Ted pointed to parts of the ward he knew, Eliot tried his best to explain why they’d added that, in a way Ted would understand. He never did, but he liked the pretty lights of it and listening to Eliot talk.

After a while, lanterns around the mosaic were lit by Quentin and their home looked like the most inviting spot for miles. Thankfully the wards they’d put up together should keep the worst at bay. Coming from the original falling apart shack it once was, they’d spent enough magic making it a home.

Q had a silent conversation with Eliot from across the yard before coming over to join the pair, checking to see if he was allowed or if Eliot would just shoo him off again. Ted was doing better. The coast was clear. Q smiled warily as he joined them.

Ted automatically held up his only free hand with Cozy Horse and looked sad when he couldn’t hold both that and his father. When Q got close enough, he took the horse from the small boy, then bent down to tuck it into Ted’s shirt so its head would poke out against his small neck. He took the free hand and used his other to ruffle the boy's hair when he stroked it. Straightening back up they began walking again.

The trio wandered aimlessly, attempting to talk about other things, anything to distract Ted, making him smile or laugh about something else. Showing him the world wasn’t always so damn tragic. Ted was pretty set in his thoughts, and it was hard to keep away from the harder-hitting questions. When no answer came from Quentin, Eliot stepped up and drew the boy's attention to him.

“What is dying?”

“Well, uh… Mama’s body stopped working when she got sick. She couldn’t eat, or play, or move her body anymore like we do.”

“But what if I get sick?”

“Everyone gets sick sometimes. I’m going to take care of you, and Dada will take care of you, and the doctors will take care of you too. You’ll be okay even if you get sick.”

“Does everyone die?”

“Eventually, yeah... everyone dies. But the bright side? Most people die when they are very, very old like Nana.”

Q tossed Eliot a look but Ted didn’t seem all that bothered. He was too caught up in his own head, just like someone else Eliot knew. His expression softened when Ted’s small voice spoke again.

“But not Mama. I miss her.”

“No, not Mama. I miss her too”

“Why is Dada’s face wet?”

“I think he’s just going to be doing that from now on, but that’s okay. Everyone needs to cry sometimes.”

“He’s crying? Why?”

“Dada’s crying because he’s very sad that Mama died. We all miss her very much. What do you think we could do when we see someone is sad?”

Ted offered no advice but immediately let go of Eliot and leaned in to try to hug Quentin. Eliot stopped and scooped up the little boy to rest him on his hip in one arm. He was starting to get just a little too big for being carried and Eliot knew there would come a day they wouldn’t be able to pick him up anymore. But that day wasn’t going to be it.

Getting closer to Quentin to side hug him. Q leaned his head in immediately to hide his face in the nook of Eliot’s neck and sniffled quietly. Ted leaned across Eliot to rest his head on his father. Q tried so hard to hide this side from Ted, Eliot wished he wouldn’t.

When Q pulled back and whispered his thanks, they began walking again. Eliot didn’t dare let him move back too far. Arm staying wrapped around his best friend, he pressed his cheek against his head and hummed that beautiful melody Arielle always used to do.

The small boy curled into the crook of Eliot’s neck where Q had been and hooked his little arms around his neck. It didn’t take long for the boy to doze off like that. They walked together in silence a little longer.

It was still too cold for him to sleep outside yet. Eliot knew they’d all be doing that once the temperatures were right for it. He eventually carried the sleeping boy back to the cabin. What looked tiny from the outside became a full spacious home on the inside thanks to years of refining their spellwork.

Tucking the small boy into his own bed, he carefully pulled Cozy Horse from the boy��s clothes and stashed it away into his back pocket. Once he was sure Ted wasn’t getting up again, he crept back out as quietly as he could to go find Quentin.

Quentin had been curled up on the bed-like bench outside. The campfire had been started back up and he seemed to be staring off into space. He hadn’t noticed Eliot approaching until he was moving past his line of vision. Q blinked back and looked up at him. Eliot took up space on the bed beside him, tugging at the blanket sprawled over the arm to cover their bodies against the cold. The nights weren’t warm enough yet, but it was still nice enough to be out there.

“He’s asleep.”

“Thanks. You were amazing today. I felt like a useless floundering fish.”

“C’mon now, give floundering fish some credit. They generally tend to mature into some of the most beautiful and powerful creatures. Plus, they taste delicious.” Eliot tried to tease, leaning in to nudge against his favorite person, wrapping him in for a much-needed cuddle under the blanket. “Some days are just going to be like that. You did exactly what you needed to get through it.”

“He’s asking to go be with her. That’s not normal. He’s just a kid.”

“Kid or not, he’s going to say and feel what he needs to say and feel. He lost someone important to him, just like you did.”

“I hate this. I don’t know the first thing about making any of it okay again.”

“Who says any of it needs to be okay? We just need to keep ourselves above water for a little while longer.”

“You seem to be handling all this way better than I ever could.”

“Just because I’m not hitting the booze anymore, or munching on all the psychedelic carrots I can get my hands on, doesn’t mean I’m handling it, Q. I’m a little numb to it all right now.”

“You’re better with Ted.”

“-And that’s because I’m a dispassionate cold-blooded lizard. Listen, him seeing you like this and showing him it’s okay to be upset is better than anything I can do. He has big feelings he doesn’t know how to deal with, much like someone else I know.”

“You’re far from being cold-blooded or dispassionate.”

“So we both agree I’m a lizard.”

He shifted his arm to retrieve the tattered and dirty Cozy Horse. Quentin sat up to watch and Eliot followed suit.

“I’d try sewing this but I’m lowkey terrified I’ll make it worse. Nobody wants an Ugly Horse.”

“Let me.”

He took it from him, hands gently inspecting the damaged toy. Cozy Horse came to life under Quentin’s touch, moving on its own accord as seams were repaired and holes patched themselves up. It was almost like it was brand new again, minus the lost stuffing and patches of fur. Eliot was enamoured by the sight. Watching something so broken be fixed back together like it was always the same could never get boring.

Eliot dipped in to kiss him softly against his lips the moment he knew Quentin could be distracted. Cozy Horse dropped down onto the blanket. Quentin hummed against the contact, hand reaching up to touch Eliot’s face. When they parted. Eliot nudged Q back down into the bed so that he could watch the stars above while Eliot kissed him in other places. He’d do anything to remind him he wasn’t alone. After their day, the contact was needed.

“See? You’re doing better than you know.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Just most of the time.”

“Eliot, shut up and kiss me again.”

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I’m tired of this waiting And I am not alone Oh I’m burning up Saying what you will I’m not out of love I’m the captain of this sinking ship Please just get a grip I know it’s my fault But we’re not going down Bon Voyage - Arbi, Koethe

Monthly Log Part 2

I'm ridiculously proud of the fact that when you fold the cut out page over it still shows the first three letters of November, which is of course the shorten form of November.

Monthly Goals have been limited to four lines and are to be limited to three items to prevent burnout. Recurring Events are new, but I wanted to list out my recurring events so I could note if I had to skip or cancel one.

My work place is switching databases, and there is a lot of training and things happening. So it would be useful for me to have a timeline. The teddy is there to remind me that there is a light at the end of that tunnel.

Finally, the reason why the calendar is smaller is that I'm experimenting on seeing how small I can make the calendar. I don't like writing into calendars because my handwriting isn't great without a lot of effort. So it doesn't have to be big.

Cuddle Time w/ the OM Cast

Baby Simeon woke me up from my slumber. That card is fucking adorable, I want it.

Lucifer 

The fact Lucifer doesn't immediately throw them off whenever they try to snuggle should be proof enough of his love.

Cuddling is mostly done in the privacy of his bedroom. Occasionally he'll allow it in his office, but only if he's not busy.

He prefers to do it on one of the many chairs or cushions he has by the fire. Between the warmth of their body and the heat of the fireplace, he'll relax into it in seconds…

His favorite position is face-to-face with them on his lap - it's a way for him to "hand over" control while still feeling perfectly in charge. Sure, they can trace his jaw or fluff his hair as much as they like, but it's his arms holding them in place.

Gets beyond grouchy if they get interrupted... First, it's embarrassing, but second, who even has the right? If he gets pulled away for anything less than a house fire, someone (usually Mammon) is getting tied up to the chandelier...

Mammon 

Jumps at cuddle time, but always tries to play it off afterwards like an indecisive puppy.

Like Lucifer, he prefers his bedroom or theirs, but he'll do it in the Common Room too if he really needs a "pick-me-up." It's just that they usually get interrupted in there, so…

Likes to cuddle in bed or on couches, any place that's long enough to let him stretch out a bit. He wants to monopolize as much MC as he can.

Favorite position is laying on them so that his head is on their stomach or chest, kind of like a blanket. Like I said, the MC Surface Area to Mammon ratio is very important to him. More than half of MC must be cuddled for supreme satisfaction.

Whines like crazy if they get interrupted (and they usually do). Nearly every brother has an automatic gut reaction to toss him across the room if they see it happening, but that never stops him trying.

Leviathan 

Levi had to warm to cuddling but after that he was all-in for life.

Really only does it in his room (duh). He gets so nervous about trying it anywhere else that you'd think it was scandalous or something...

Actually prefers to cuddle on the floor - on beanbags or pillows of course. It's not terribly comfortable to cuddle and play games together in his bedtub and he needs the multitasking.

Favorite position (scratch that, the only position) is with their back to him and his arms around them in some way, probably also gripping a controller (or vice versa). They can do it laying down or sitting up, but that's what he can muster. His brain stops functioning if they ever try to face each other...

Not above vague thoughts of homicide if they get interrupted. He already doesn't like letting go, so add on the depletion of his all important "MC Meter" and he's going to be very grumpy indeed…

Satan 

Cuddles a bit like a semi-social cat. Less big on full-on snuggling, but he still requires physical contact.

Much more relaxed about the PDA than the others, but his affection style is more casual looking as well. He'll cuddle right about anywhere, but mostly whenever he's reading.

Couches or loveseats are easiest. Chairs are less so, but manageable as long as they can sit close to each other. 

Favorite position is to have them sit next to him with their legs over his lap. He only needs one hand to read so the other usually roams around mindlessly while he's engrossed in a book. He may rub their thighs, hold their hand, or play with their hair.

Hates being interrupted with a burning passion. The death glare he'll send to anyone stupid enough to try could curdle milk… Give Satan his MC time if you know what's good for you.

Asmodeus

Needs cuddle time like he needs air, but would you expect any less from the embodiment of Lust?

Down to cuddle anytime, anywhere - zero shame and no hint of hesitation. Sometimes he'll come over and latch into them in the middle of someone else's conversation...

Fond of using beds but he's also mastered cuddling in the tub, his bathroom is certainly built for it. Nothing beats a nice hot bath with his nice warm MC! 😘

Favorite position is really any of them. He's hardly going to be picky - though if given the choice, he'll pull them to the nearest bed and wrap himself around them so tight that they may get stuck together.

Whines louder than Mammon if they ever get interrupted and pelt the intruder with pillows or shoes to make them go away (it rarely works though…). 

Beelzebub 

Always happy to cuddle with MC!... as long as they don't mind his stomach growling from time to time.

Prefers to cuddle after he's downed some big feast. When the food coma is setting in, it's really nice to hold MC for a while… They make him feel full for at least five extra minutes!

He tries to incorporate MC into his training sometimes so his favorite position is to have them latched onto him like a kola while he goes about the House. If their arms or legs get tired, he'll carry them over to a couch and just continue from there.

If he's got to be still, then he prefers to cuddle in a bed, ideally one where Belphie is. Nothing warms his heart more than having the both of them clung into him in some way, it's very therapeutic. 😊

Not AS bothered when they get interrupted… If anything he's just disappointed. He was probably having fun, but they'll come back, right...?

Belphegor 

Look, all time is "Cuddle Time" and any other activity is just a distraction. If Belphie could hot glue the MC to his body, he would. 

Being cuddled to sleep is a MUST. He thrives on their proximity and the sound of their heartbeat is the world's best lullaby.

Unfortunately, he doesn't even need to be particularly comfortable to get cuddling in… He has been known to just collapse onto their lap if he's tired enough, all else be damned.

His favorite position is any way that lets them be his pillow. Any particular soft parts of the body like the stomach are fair game. He'll use their thighs like a neck pillow if he wants to (and hope that they don't try choking him out of revenge...).

There's really no interrupting Belphie. If someone needs MC, he'll latch onto their legs so they either stay put or bring him too. The others have to use magic or spatulas just to pry him off...

Diavolo

Big on cuddle time. HUGE on cuddle time! This man has hardly ever been touched, so this is a dream come true!!

Look, he's the king so he'll cuddle them wherever he damn well pleases! (That's a lie, Barbatos won't let him do it during work hours… Otherwise it's fine.)

He's very enthusiastic but uh… kind of inexperienced so a lot of things (like convenient location) don't occur to him right away. Like sure, they could go cuddle in a big ass bed, but he really wants to hold them RIGHT NOW so they're just going to have to do this in an empty ballroom somehow...

His favorite position is probably best described as the "Teddy Bear," where they just sit on his lap and he hugs them from behind. He'll even rest his chin on their head if he can. It looks vaguely like he's holding them hostage but they actually seem happy about it.

Unless your name is Barbatos or Lucifer, you do not interrupt them. As far as he knows, there's still a snake in the dungeons and you don't want to be the person he sends to check…

Barbatos

A spot of quiet intimacy is quite rare for him… but never unwelcome.

Assuming Barbs even finds the time in his schedule to sit still for a while, he will almost always opt to do so when utterly alone (sometimes even in deserted timelines). It's very embarrassing to be caught procrastinating at work...

Ever the pleaser, he'll claim that he has no real preferences but if he were being honest it's when they're curling up together on a cushion or loveseat. It's comfortable, but still allows for some proper conversion.

Unlike others, no matter what position they take he'll always want to be face-to-face. When he gets to be with them so rarely, why would he ever want to see their back turned…?

NO ONE interrupts them. No one. Short of Diavolo needing him desperately, if someone sees the two of them together they will turn around. Even an irritated Barbatos is scary, an angry one is terrifying…

Simeon

Oh man… This is the height of intimacy for an angel. Cuddling with Simeon is just as sweet and relaxing as it sounds - it's an almost photogenic level of serenity, fit for the brushes of Renaissance painters trying to define what divine love is...

Naturally, because it's such an intimate act Simeon will only do so in absolute privacy. He doesn't even want Luke to see, it's just that personal...

Part of why he's so guarded is because it's one of the rare times he'll let his wings be free. They're very delicate, so he has to sit on stools, logs, or other backless seats to even let them out but it's worth it.

His favorite position is to have the MC sit across his lap while he holds them as close as possible. He'll beat his wings for a nice breeze on hot days or fold them in to shelter the MC from cold ones. No matter what, their movement is so glimmering and graceful that they're practically mesmerizing…

To him getting interrupted is legitimately so mortifying you'd think he got caught streaking. Even the brothers - sans Satan - will avert their eyes if they find them like that… while still telling him to back off but at least they're considerate about it.

Solomon

Solomon's softest moments come when he's cuddling MC… but he's still a little mischievous no matter what.

They pretty much have to do it in secret because if any of the brothers see them, they'll throw a fit… So snuggling in cramped storage closets or "so-high-up-in-the-air-no-one-can-stop-us" it is!

But when he wants to poke buttons, Solomon will magic them onto his lap dead-ass in the middle of RAD, like, two minutes before a class starts just to watch the world burn…

If he had a favorite position, it's sitting wrapped up together in his cape. It feels intimate, warm, and the starry-sky pattern makes him feel like there's nothing in the universe but them…

Interruptions are frequent - thank the PDA police - but only in the Devildom. In the human world, though? They're all his and he soaks up every minute of it... Sorry fellas. 😏

15x15: Gimme Shelter

Alright guys! It’s time! 

Just a heads up, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, these posts usually come out later in the day, because even if I watch it live, I tend to do my reactions live, but then write up the full review later. In case you were wondering why the posts don’t usually come right away. 

Anyways! Let’s get down to it! 

Oof. Yep. We’re definitely on the serious track now, with a then like this. 

Also, I didn’t say this before, but I really love the “then” and “now” openings for this season. It’s beautiful with the Impala like that. <3 

Oof. Interesting flashback to Jack breaking out of the Ma’lak Box. 

...ew. Maybe it doesn’t taste as gross as it looks, but it looks gross. 

Jesus girls, chill. 

Okay, I already like the pastor. 

I’m watching live this week, and I’m in a FB group that’s commenting as we watch, and someone just pointed out that the pastor is Dr. Sexy MD!! Man I love when actors return like that. 

Ope. Connor’s gonna die. Poor kid. He seemed nice. 

...that teddy bear definitely wasn’t there when he was walking over before, but okay. 

UMMMMM...TALKING TEDDY!

NO THANK YOU!!! 

I HAVE A DOLL THING!!! NOT COOL!!! 

Hmmm...gotta be honest, I’m not sure how I’m feeling about Cohen’s directing on this one. :/

It had a talking teddy bear. I bet it is. 

Darkness. Nice pun. 

“He’s not that funny.” XD XD 

Dean you just want to go to Atlantic City whether Amara’s there or not don’t even deny it. XD 

Cas’s confused face will always be one of the cutest things ever. <3 

I love the way they’re all walking down the hallway together. It’s such a simple thing, but I like the way they’re positioned and everything. Point: Matt Cohen. 

SCENE FROM THE PROMO! 

Sure they can. 

“She and I used to have a thing” DEAN!! XD XD 

HIIIII JACK!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Dude, let me tell you, I am so ready for some quality Cas and Jack content. 

I love all the different reactions here. Dean is trying to get Cas and Jack out of the house, which Jack is super excited about, and Cas is very not into. XD 

...wait, did they not tell him about Mrs. Butters? Or did they just not mention her name? 

Cas looking at Sam like “help me out here” and Sam being like “sorry but no”. XD 

Oh come on Cas. Look how excited Jack is! I love how enthusiastic he gets over every hunt. It’s adorable and I love him. (Yeah you’re gonna be hearing that a lot. XD)

Cas is like “you’re kidding me right?” 

“Highway to Heaven” XD XD 

THE SCENE!!

MY BABY IS SO EXCITED I LOVE HIS LITTLE SMILE AHHHH!!!! 

No matter how Cas is against going to deal with something so small fry when they’re in the middle of something so huge, he will still smile affectionately at his son, because he loves him. <3 <3 <3 

“Blue’s a good color on you.” XD XD <3 <3 

“Agent Swift.” XD XD XD XD 

“Agent Lovato.” I’M DEAD THESE TWO ARE THE BEST!!! XD XD XD XD

HE’S HOLDING HIS BADGE UPSIDE DOWN JUST LIKE CAS DID ON HIS FIRST HUNT I’M DEAD!! XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

A BABY YODA REFERENCE?! This show oh my god. XD XD XD 

“I just graduated from CSI.” JACK OH MY GOD YOU ADORABLE LITTLE BEAN!!! XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Okay, I love watching Cas and Jack together, and I love watching them go on a hunt, but guys, could you at least TRY to be subtle? “Did you find tiny bags with chicken bones? Smell any sulfur? Feel cold?” Like, NO you two. XD XD 

The cop lady is just like “what the heck is wrong with these two?”

Oh. “Liar” isn’t a seven deadly sin thing. Maybe I was wrong about that. 

“For my stepson, Ronald.” JACK!! XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 I love him so much oh my god. 

For someone who’s new to hunting, that was actually an awesome cover. <3 <3 

Wait...speakers? Maybe it isn’t something supernatural after all? 

“Almost demonic.” Okay so that was a little more subtle. 

Okay Cohen, I take back what I said about your directing. That was a good shot of the stop sign. 

I love the way Jack’s sitting in the back of the truck. <3 <3 

Learning from Sam. <3 <3 <3 

Cas, there is no such thing as too many cats. His face when he says that though. XD 

THAT ENTIRE SEQUENCE ABOUT PARENT/GUARDIAN PERMISSION I’M DYING HOLY FRICK!!! XD XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

That was both the cutest and funniest thing ever and I just...I LOVE THEM AHHHH!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 

I feel like Cas is upset though. Like, he’s extra frustrated with the whole Amara and God thing. Not that I blame him of course. He’s just got a certain...coldness to him in this episode. But I like how it disappears whenever he’s talking to Jack. <3 <3 Good acting on Misha’s part. 

For example, that little soft smile when he looks over at Jack logging in to the social media account is so sweet and so cute and so undeniably fatherly. <3 <3 

Okay, gotta be honest: British demon? Totally hot. 

"Why is he talking like that?” he whispers, very loudly in a way that the party he is speaking of can definitely hear him. XD XD <3 <3 

“Because Zack has style.” 

WAIT!!! 

He’s not ACTUALLY British??!! 

Oh my god that shouldn’t have made me laugh, but it TOTALLY did. 

AND he made the “Highway to Heaven” reference just like Dean did! 

I love this demon holy frick. XD XD 

Cas’s and Jack’s confused expressions at his sudden change. XD 

“I would watch that show.” XD XD 

How this show manages to introduce a new character, however brief, and give him so much personality when we’re six episodes from the end is beyond my understanding, but man, it is one of the many reasons I love this show. <3 

Ha! “Demons are get, humans are just crazy” ring a bell? 

Ha! Of course Rowena has that philosophy. God I miss her. 

“You’re a deviant soul corrupted by Hell.” Ah, Cas, ever quick with the logical wit. XD 

Cas’s “and we’re done”. XD 

Zack is so desperate. 

And now, Zack is all of us during COVID. XD 

I love Zack. Take him with you. XD <3 

Oof. Too true, Cas. Too true. 

Awww...Jack. 

AWWW! Cas!!! Knowing his son wanted to be busy and help people. I LOVE THEM!!! 

THOSE SMILES AT EACH OTHER OH MY GOD SO CUTE!!! <3 <3 <3 

She’s gonna steal the money. 

Yep. Classy lady. *eye roll* 

Ope. And now she’s gonna die. 

AHHHH!! 

OKAY I TAKE THAT BACK!! BRING THE TEDDY BEAR BACK!! SCARY MASK IS WORSE!!! 

My mom and I both screamed jesus christ. 

“Focused.” Interesting phrasing, but okay. 

I like the way this phone call is happening. The back and forth is cool, and I like their easy talk with each other. 

Dean can’t just give straight advice. Ever. “Drink the Kool-Aid and sign up.” XD 

Oof. Jesus. 

Clearly Dean wasn’t talk about the Amara thing. 

Wait, this was over a two-day timeline? Huh. Okay then. 

Dean that doesn’t mean it doesn’t affect you stop. 

“Messengers of God’s Destruction”. 

No, but did any of us? 

“Least this time it’s not you or me.” Yeah, yet. 

That look Sam gives him means he had the same thought I did. 

Okay sorry, I am super not religious, and the God speak makes me want to barf. 

HA! JACK! XD 

See, this is why you have to give straight advice, Dean. I know that’s hard for you, being your chaotic bi self and all, but angels tend to take things literally, bud. XD 

Jack you dork. XD <3 

Geez girl. Be nice. 

Jack whispering again to try to be sneaky I love him. <3 

So that’s a yes then. 

Jesus. She’s a b***h. I don’t like her. 

That little head nod OMG!! <3 <3 

I LOVE THE CAS AND JACK TEAM UP THEY’RE SO CUTE!! <3 <3 

Oh. That was a sweet hug. 

My Mom: It’s him. It’s the pastor. He’s the bad guy. 

Oh! Greed! So this is a seven deadly sins thing! 

Ummm....that’s a little weird. Maybe this is as monster after all, with the tech working like that? 

But if it was a monster, why is she set up like that? 

Okay no, I take that back. I watch Criminal Minds, and this totally looks like something a serial killer would do. Especially the timer thing. 

“The new guy’s hot.” MEEEEE. That girl is me. XD <3 <3 <3 

EVERY. SINGLE. THING. JACK. DOES. IS. SO. STINKING. ADORABLE. <3 <3 <3 <3 

Boyfriend and girlfriend, I’m guessing? 

Awww...baby. :( 

Awww...Jack. :( :( 

Okay but, like, we’ve learned now, right? Don’t give her your whole story please and thank you. 

Oh okay. That’s okay. 

This girl is...off. Is it the acting, or is the character actually weird? I honestly can’t tell. 

Oof. Daddy issues alert. 

“I have more dads than most.” AWWW!!! XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Wait baby no, you’re not letting them down stop that. :( :( :( 

Ew. “Put your trust in God, not people.” Now I hate her. Trust me honey, the last person Jack--or anybody, for that matter--should be putting his faith in is God. 

Oh okay then. 

Ha! I love Cas’s subtle little sass with the “faith-based community”. 

Oh. A.V. and tech. TV screen. Bingo. 

Yeah I don’t think it’s the pastor. He seems too innocent. 

...except he’s definitely not getting any father-of-the-year awards. But what else is new with this show. 

“It’s complicated.” What are you talking about?? Just say yes, Cas. 

Awww...soft side of Cas. <3 

Yeah no. It’s not the pastor. There’s no way. It must be that Brother Rudy dude. 

Ha! Awkward. XD 

That’s actually really nice. I like that idea, having a church community (sorry--faith-based community) helping other people like that. It’s sweet. 

Oh. Connor was gay. That honestly totally makes sense. Poor guy. :( 

I’m glad the pastor was accepting of him though! <3 <3 

Awww...that’s a good line. “A saint is a sinner who keeps trying.” 

I really hope it’s not the pastor. I like him. 

My Mom: Wait, have we just never seen them put gas in the car before? I had no idea it was behind the license plate! 

I’m thinking back and I didn’t know that either, so this must be the first time we’ve actually seen them, like, open it, and that’s HILARIOUS to me. XD 

OOOOH WAIT!! This is where they see Amara, according to the promo photos!! 

Oh heeeey girl. 

Wow she looks really pretty with that snow in her hair. 

She...she...smelled them? 

“You have a very distinctive musk.” “Thank you.” ARE THESE TWO STILL PINING FOR EACH OTHER? XD XD XD 

I like this Amara. She’s fun. 

My family and I always make kielbasa with our pierogis (I had no idea that that was how that was spelled, btw), so pierogis without the kielbasa feels wrong. XD 

Jensen’s facial expressions say so much all the time and I love it. XD 

Oh boy. 

NOOOOOO!

WHAT IS IT WITH SUPERNATURAL AND FINGERS ON THIS SHOW JESUS!!

Okay, WHO is the timer for?? Like, is it just some form of slow torture?? Because it’s not like it’s being shown to anyone other than her. 

Ooh. I like that he’s listing off all of the different names for God. Good pastor. Please don’t be a bad guy. 

HIS FAMOUS “hello” OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUUUUUUUUCH!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 

...oof. Ummm....

Awww.... Poor baby. :( :( :( 

AWWW!! Dad Cas to the rescue!! <3 <3 <3 

Jack looking at his dad omg. <3 <3 

I already like this speech from Cas. I can tell it’s gonna be good. 

“I guess I found a family.” <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

JACK’S LITTLE SMILE!!! 

“And I became a father.” THERE IT IS!!! THERE. IT. IS!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

THE WAY JACK LOOKS AT HIM AFTER HE SAYS THAT AHHHH!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

AWWWW!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

GOOD SPEECH CAS!!! GOOD SPEECH!!! WAY TO MAKE YOUR SON FEEL BETTER!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 

Awww...I really like this pastor. <3 

FRIIIICK. 

Oh sh**. There’s the time for everyone else. 

JESUS!!!

Yeah okay. This is 100% a human being’s doing. A monster wouldn’t bother. 

Jack running over to turn it off right away. Ever the hero. <3 <3 

The pastor seemed too surprised to have done it, which, for me, puts pastor in the clear. Thank goodness. 

True, but also he sucks, so help us out Amara. 

Okay, I’m sorry, but quick side note. Everyone keeps saying he’s “very nearly done”, but when Dean looked in the telescope, he didn’t see anything. I thought that meant he was done. Unless it only reaches so far? I guess it probably only reaches so far in terms of other dimensions. 

Sure there is. 

“Our pal Jack.” That’s such a weird thing to hear him say, but okay. XD 

Also I’m not sure how I feel about them telling Amara about Jack. Like, I like her, and I feel like she’s gonna help, but what if she doesn’t? She could, whether intentionally or unintentionally, wind up seeing Chuck and mentioning Jack to him, and if she does, that ruins the whole plan. But, on the other hand, I guess they have to earn her trust, and keeping details from her would definitely make that harder. But I still don’t like it. It puts my baby in danger. Again. But anyways. 

Oh. Just like that? 

“I get he’s your brother” Dean says oh so casually, as if he hasn’t literally moved heaven and hell to protect and save his own brother. 

“Squirrely weirdo” XD XD 

Oh. The Big Bang. New theory. I like it. XD 

Sure he can. 

Ummm...yeah, Amara. You’re a fool. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. Maybe he cares about you a little, but definitely not as much as you’re giving him credit for. Not right now anyways. 

Wait...she actually said no? No way. I thought they were gonna be able to convince her. Guess my initial theory was wrong... What does that mean though? Like...what now? 

Jack’s gonna come slamming through that door, according to the promo. 

Called it! 

Wait...why did Jack slam through it while Cas is just...casually standing there? You’re an angel, Castiel. XD 

“Lust” It is based on “Seven”! I love it! 

Welp...guess it’s not him. 

Wait, so we are walking away with a no? That never happens to us! 

THERE we go. Go get her Dean. 

Is it just me, or has Sam been, like, really not involved this episode?? Jared’s had, like, six lines. XD 

OH! Okay, the “then” makes sense now. 

Oof. You tell her, Dean. 

That she sucks. That’s what she wanted. Because she does. 

Wait NO WAY! That’s what I said! Kind of, anyways. 

Woooow. That’s actually pretty messed up, Amara. But it makes sense for why Mary was such a terrible character and why I hated her so much. She is only human. A sucky human, too. 

Is it, though? 

“That you could finally start to accept your life.” Okay, that’s actually kind of cool, and that’s awesome on the writers’ part for adding in that explanation of why everything went the way it did. Nice. 

But also, that’s pretty messed up Amara. 

Oooh. We’re about to get some awesome Jensen acting, aren’t we? 

Jensen’s trying not to cry face is so incredible wow. 

Awww....poor Dean. 

Jesus Amara. A little sympathy? 

OOF. I love that quiet fury that Dean has. 

OOH! He got her! 

YES DEAN!!! TELL HER! 

“Well now who’s living in a dreamworld?” ...ouch. But true. 

...oh boy. That was a bold-faced lie. But so brilliantly told, Dean. 

After ALL THAT, you’re going to THINK ABOUT IT? Really??!! 

But hey! I KNEW IT!! BEAUTIIFUL acting moment on Jensen’s part!! AWESOME scene. <3 <3 <3 <3 

Oh! It’s the girl. I’m calling it. 

Yep. Daughter. 

I KNEW SHE WAS BEING WEIRD! 

See?! Super religious people are crazy!! 

Go Cas and Jack go! 

Ope. Cas is gonna heal, and Jack is gonna attack. Go boys go! 

Cas is gonna heal in front of all those people oof. 

Girl has ISSUES. 

Wow, this girl is WAAAAY too religious. Chill. 

Yeah, cause you need help. 

HEY!!! NOT COOL SYLVIA!!! 

Oof. Yeah nice try, but that’s not gonna work. 

I love how Jack just takes it and then heals all bada** like “yeah sorry but no”, but then he still looks up with the kindest and most innocent expression and I love it. <3 

Meanwhile Cas is like “yeah I’m not having any of this.” XD XD 

Does...does he always have to say sleep when he does it? Cause he didn’t used to, and for some reason, that was hilarious. XD 

Jack’s little nod. So cute. <3 <3 

Fixed her fingers, but couldn’t wash the blood off. XD 

Yeah ummm...how you gonna explain that one, Cas? 

At least pastor dude seems nice. And, like, being the good kind of religious, he’ll probably be totally cool with the angel thing. 

Wait, pastor dude is still processing this when morning hits? Okay then. 

“Not a very good one.” WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! You are literally the BEST angel, thank you very much. 

Man that girl is MESSED UP. 

And Jack still feels sorry for her, my baby. :( <3 <3 

Ah. Nothing like your daughter becoming a murderer for you to finally step into a proper role of fatherhood. 

WAIT A SECOND! IT’S ZACK!! 

Dude waaait. What does that mean?? That’s, like, a really random thing. Does that mean she’s gonna come back? Or that Zack is gonna come back? I’m not sure what that means. That seems so random! I DEMAND ANSWERS SUPERNATURAL! 

The way Cas looks at Jack after the pastor says that about looking after her better. Cas I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you’re the best father Jack could’ve asked for, okay? 

Awww! Cas and Jack talk time!! <3 <3 

Cas is trying so hard to help him I love him. <3 

NO YOU DON’T STOP!! THIS IS WHAT FAMILY IS FOR!! WHHHHYYY are all you Winchesters like this. 

Wait. WAIT! He was hiding something?! I hate it when Sam’s right. 

Wait WHAT?! 

HOLD ON!!! 

NOOOOO NO NO NO NO NO!!! NO! JACK NO!!! That is NOT ALLOWED!!! 

HOLD ON A SECOND!!! NO!!! THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING WTF??!!! 

Wait wait wait. A bomb?? Like, just like S11?? Because no. No no no. We’re not doing this again. JACK YOU ARE NOT GONNA DIE WTF??!! 

THIS THROWS ALL OF MY THEORIES OUT THE WINDOW NOOOO!!! IT CAN’T BE JACK!!! I REFUSE!!! :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( 

WE JUST GOT YOU BACK!!! WE CAN’T LOSE YOU AGAIN!!! :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

Cas’s face is all of my emotional screeching right now. 

WHAT DO YOU MEAN “Don’t tell Sam and Dean.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME JACK??!! THESE ARE YOUR DADS!! THEY NEED TO KNOW!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!!! CAS WON’T LET YOU!!! 

JACK NOOOO!!! STOP IT WITH ALL OF YOUR GUILT! GOD you’re such a Winchester!! NO!! DEAN BAKED YOU A DANG BIRTHDAY CAKE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! YOU DON’T NEED TO DIE FOR HIM TO FORGIVE YOU!!! 

I’M HAVING SUCH A HARD TIME TYPING RIGHT NOW WTF IS THIS SCENE??!! :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( 

Me too, Cas!!! 

SEE JACK??!! YOU CAN’T!! 

NO! WHAT IS THAT?! 

NO!! STOP IT!!! STOP IT YOU STUPID IDIOT NO!!! YOU CANNOT SACRIFICE YOURSELF LIKE THIS!!! THEY WON’T LET YOU!!! 

Cas tell Sam and Dean. Please.

Oh WAIT! We have, like, two minutes left craaap. This is the scene from the promo. Cas is gonna say Sam and Dean need to know something and then it’s gonna end. I’m calling it right now. 

YES CAS!! GO CAS GO!! SAVE YOUR SON!!! 

Yep. Here it is. It’s gonna cut off. 

GODDA**IT!! I HATE IT WHEN I’M RIGHT!!! 

WHY YOU GOTTA DO ME LIKE THAT SUPERNATURAL??!! You can’t just...DROP A BOMB like that and then NOT RESOLVE IT GOD DA**IT!! SCREW YOU WRITERS!!! 

AHHHHH!!! I NEED NEXT WEEK RIGHT NOW!!! AHHHHH!!! THIS IS SO NOT OKAY!!!! 

If I deny it ever happened, then it didn’t happen, right? Jack and Cas solved the case, Sam and Dean got Amara’s help, and they all went home and had family dinner, okay? New ending. There we go. Problem solved. Because NO! 

Well...f**k. I guess it’s review time?? But JESUS CHRIST!!! Okay, okay, I need a minute. Please hold. 

(Several Hours Later)

Okay. I’m back. Let me start with something kind of amusing. Several minutes after the episode ended, while I was still trying to process everything, this interaction happened: 

Me, breathing heavily and dying inside: Mom, you do not seem as distressed about this as I am. 

My Mom: I am never as distressed as you are about anything in this show. It’s impossible for me to reach that level of distress. I don’t know how you do it. 

So...if you didn’t already realize how emotionally connected to this show I am, now you do. XD 

That said, let’s get down to it. 

God, there is soooo much to unpack with that episode, and even crazier, it honestly all comes from that last five minutes. Let me start with this: 

I really enjoyed this episode! It can’t quite beat last week’s episode--but, honestly, I don’t know if any of the other episodes will be able to, except for maybe the finale--but it was good! I had a few qualms about Matt Cohen’s directing, but he definitely had some strong moments, so it wasn’t bad. And, admittedly, at first, I felt like the pacing of the episode was kind of slow, and switching back and forth between the Winchesters and Cas and Jack felt kind of choppy for a bit, but as the episode played out, I realized why. This was a full-on set-up episode. While last week gave us a chance to be silly with the boys and see some beautiful family bonding, this was the one that set us up for what’s sure to be heavy and plot-filled coming up. (And yes, I know next week’s episode is much more of a monster-of-the-week, but 15x17 is when things will likely really get down to it, so I’m sure there’ll still be some important plot stuff next week--especially since we need a resolution to the Cas and Dean talk). Between the boys having to find and trick Amara, and Cas and Jack bonding and working with each other again, plus that big reveal at the end, it’s setting up the next string of episodes to be fast-paced and intense as they finally start to take on God. 

With that said, I really loved being able to see Jack and Cas together again. It’s been so long since we’ve seen them really spend time together and bond, and watching them play off each other and be father and son was adorable and hilarious. Plus, I just love Jack with every fiber of my being, so that makes everything better. XD <3 

I also really loved Dean’s interactions with Amara. I mentioned this already, but that scene, where he’s talking about Mary...that was some INCREDIBLE acting on Jensen’s part. He’s always been really good at that subtle rage, especially when it’s also filled with sadness, and this scene was no different. And I’m glad that they did finally get Amara on board; however, I’m a little concerned with what she’s going to do when she finds out he lied. Especially after how worried she seemed to be. AND SPEAKING OF LYING!!

THOSE LAST FIVE MINUTES! HOLY SHIT!! 

Okay, so I’ve had some time to think about this and talk it out with some people, so I’m just gonna roll with the thoughts as they go through my brain. First of all, that is a big no a thousand times over. Jack, you cannot die. Second of all, that reveal was very well done on the writer’s part. After such a nonchalant episode--in terms of pace, that is--to have that in the last five minutes, AND to end with that cliffhanger, was a beautiful way to keep us fans guessing, invested, and wanting more. But also, SCREW YOU! 

That said, as freaked out as I was--and honestly, I’m still pretty worried--I really don’t think Jack’s going to die. There’s no way. Initially, my theory left Cas and Jack standing at the end of all of this. After CW said that thing about one of the main characters not surviving to the end, I thought it was gonna be Dean, but I can also see how it could be both Sam and Dean. However, in any case, Cas and Jack, in my various theories, always end up on top. So Jack saying he’s going to die in order to kill Chuck and Amara TOTALLY threw me. BUT! After talking it through with someone else, I seriously doubt it’s going to happen. 

First of all, Cas is about to go look for another way, and, as we’ve seen in the past, they always find another way. After all, this is the Winchesters (and yes, Cas counts, obviously). 

Second of all, they’re telling us this five episodes before the end, but Jack is, supposedly, completing his final ritual in 15x17. That leaves three episodes of unaccounted time, and if Jack is really going to die to kill Chuck and Amara, there’s no way they can stretch that over three episodes. Therefore, his dads are bound to stop it. To FURTHER that, 15x17 has Jack and Dean heading out together to complete Jack’s final ritual while Sam and Cas stay behind, which means that, once Jack does whatever he’s supposed to do, Dean is bound to find out what Billie’s true intentions are, and I’m convinced that he’s not going to be okay with it. Because here’s the thing. Between Sam and Dean, Jack is the one that Dean still needs the most forgiveness from. And, kind of like what happened in Last Holiday, the second Dean realizes Jack is in actual danger, he’s not going to let anything happen to him. And I’m hoping that the resulting protectiveness will give Dean the chance to tell Jack that he does forgive him, which will hopefully release some of Jack’s guilt complex and give them the ability to find another way. 

THIRD of all, (and I mentioned this in my reactions), this whole “becoming the bomb to kill the cosmic entities” is an exact mirror of what Dean tried to do in S11, and we saw how that went. But the thing is, why would the writers play the exact same storyline again unless they were intending to parallel it and connect it to Jack and Dean’s relationship now? When Dean didn’t detonate in S11, he got his mom back, but then Jack killed her. Now, Jack is ready to detonate himself as a bomb because of having killed Mary, and Dean’s bound to stop him, especially after that conversation with Amara. Maybe this is all wishful thinking, but I really, sincerely feel like (and hope) that Jack isn’t going to make that sacrifice. Because, on top of all of that, while I love the family that is Team Free Will 2.0, this show still is, as it always has been, about Sam and Dean, and, as such, it should end with them too. So the odds of Jack being the “be all end all” without Sam and Dean’s help? Super slim. 

So, to sum that up, as worried as I am about my baby, I really really really think (and god I hope I’m right) that that’s not the way this story will end. There has to be more to it. 

With all of that addressed, let’s talk about WHATEVER it is that Cas is about to tell Dean. For me, there are two things it could be:

First, there’s the obvious answer based on the episode itself. Cas is about to tell Dean that Jack has to die in order to kill Chuck and Amara. However, I don’t think that’s it, because that seems too easy and unrealistic. If Cas tells Dean that now, then why would Dean take him to do his final ritual in 15x17 (I guess this is what happens when you read too much promotional material lol)? And even if he does, the next episode seems to be very Sam and Dean centric, and Cas dropping a bomb like that would not allow for a Sam and Dean centric episode, at least not when it’s putting their whole big mission in a different light. Plus, on top of all of that, that Cas and Jack conversation is an exact parallel of the conversation the two of them had about Cas making his deal with the Empty back in Season 14. Cas told Jack not to tell Sam and Dean, and Jack never did, even though his life is at risk. So Cas telling Sam and Dean about Jack now, knowing that Jack kept that secret for him, might break a certain level of trust between the two of them, and I don’t think Cas would do that. Which brings me to my second and, in my opinion, more likely theory. 

Cas is about to tell Dean about his deal with the Empty. While this would also be a huge bomb to drop in the middle of this big fight, and in the middle of all this chaos, it technically doesn’t directly correlate with their fight with Chuck. However, if something does happen to Cas, that’s something that Sam and Dean do need to know, because it’ll affect how they handle things and what they do, in a lot of ways. At the same time, I feel like, if Cas is gonna do a whole “go it alone” thing, it’s important that he tells them before he leaves, because there’s no telling what could happen, to any of them, when they’re not all together, and being as open as possible before separating like that tends to be a good idea. It seems like Cas might finally be learning. 

That said, I could be wrong all around. It could be neither of those things. It could be both of those things. Honestly, there’s no way to know for sure until we get to next week. However, after a crazy ending like that, I am definitely looking forward to seeing what Supernatural has in store for us next. 

My Rating: 8/10

hi guys reply with ur favorite scps i need more good ones to read heres my favorites under the cut

-2295 (cute & sad teddy bear)

-experiment log 914 (drink machine, mostly funny but also has some horror implications)

-1802 (cute & interesting little can dude)

-511 (cat horror.)

-348 (emotional? heartwarming? sad? a soup bowl has never made me feel so much)

-881 (satisfying, body horror maybe i guess? about a town that was shrank and taken in as an experiment)

-2317 (really interesting + existentialish horror about a huge entity called the devourer)

-1875 (one of my favorite scary ones, the end literally jumpscared me even though theres no gifs or sounds or video or anything but just looking at it i fucking jumped)

-696 (fun, cute?? a sentient typewriter that’s writing it’s own book)

-2915 (creepy wendy’s. very short read, super atmospheric and fun)

-2521 (completely visual comic/infographic style scp....funny and a little creepy i love him)

-2935 (empty post apocalyptic world discovered on the other side of a cave)

-5000 (basically journal entries of someone from a timeline where the foundation kills all of humanity on purpose)

-2006 (little sphere guy tries to scare people. cute and funny)

-1733 (people trapped in a time loop video of a basketball game)

-1171 (thing that hates humans communicating with a human by writing on windows except the thing doesnt know hes talking to a human. funny and kinda cute. kinda short read too)

-3007 (SUPER COOL one of my favorites. parallel universe people can view through hallucinations. something fucked up happened there. i don’t wanna give it all away)

Urban Legends (Part Two - Chris Beck)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: none really apply yet. it’s a sad chapter, but it’s not graphic, I don’t think it will make anyone cry, and there’s no depictions of depression.

Summary: (Y/n) Watney was something of an urban legend at NASA. Commander of the Ares I mission, (Y/n) was the first human to set foot on another planet. She heard names like Neil Armstrong and smirked. She was on her way to being the most famous astronaut in history, and she was determined to bring her brother along for the ride. She recommended Mark to Vincent Kapoor. She helped him get on the Ares III mission to Mars.

Her brother was stuck on Mars because of her, and she was determined to bring him home. 

After all, if he was the first human to die on another planet that would thoroughly steal her thunder; and she couldn’t have that.

Notes: Chris not in this chapter, but coming up soon. This follows the timeline of the movie

Previously On... Part One

Intriguingly, most urban legends about aliens do not feature NASA.

People don’t really care that much about whether aliens are roaming around the rest of the universe or even their own galaxy. Perhaps selfishly, humans are only really interested in other intelligent species when the story features Earth.

When they hear rumors of a suspicious aircraft flying around the canyon. When someone claims to have seen a crash site out in the fields. When the town drunk says a flying saucer took him away in the night. When the government is a little too secretive about what’s going on behind the closed doors of a military installation.

That’s when people pay attention. When they think their picture perfect, cookie cutter lives might be affected. Whether that affect is better or worse, or simply more interesting.

To be fair, often times people only pay attention to the claims in passing. Rarely if ever, do people actually deem an alien abduction story credible. Even videos of suspicious lights circling overhead are usually written off as photoshop. Still, they take the time to listen, and that’s more thought than the average man or woman ever really gives to the rest of space. 

When people hear about suspicious UFOs, whether obviously fiction, easily explainable, or somewhat plausible, people immediately direct their eye to the Air Force. 

NASA is way up there in the great unknown, so when a flying object is inside the Earth’s atmosphere, when people can see it with their own eyes, they turn to the military for answers and explanations. Even if the explanation they’re hoping for is “Yep, Martians are real,” they’ll still question the nearest MAJCOM of the USAF during his next press conference before they ask the Director of NASA. 

Even when there wasn’t a story to cover, even when it was just curiosity, no one in their right mind ever asked the Director of NASA if aliens were real. For fear, obviously, of sounding like a complete and utter idiot.

Unless, that person was (Y/n) Watney. 

“Please, for the love of God, tell me you’re saying aliens.” (Y/n) whispered under her breath. 

“I wish we were,” Vincent sighed.

(Y/n) knew what they were really saying. It just wasn't something she wanted to hear, wasn't something she was willing to consider.

(Y/n) had been to Mars. She knew there was no such thing as Martians, or at least, she was pretty sure. At this point, she would be willing to consider anything, and it seemed there were only two possibilities. 1) Little green men burrowing out of holes no one had previously noticed in the surface of the red planet and parading around the camp, or 2) The Worst.

The alternative to aliens was such a crushing prospect that her mind simply refused to accept it. Even though it was the only plausible explanation.

“This,” the nameless Sat Com lifted her control and scrolled back through to the first image, “is the state in which Commander Lewis’s report confirms she left the camp. This picture is from just before the storm that caused the evacuation.”

The woman’s thumb rolled over the arrow to pull up the next in the sequence. “This is the most recent photo we have of the Ares III sight.”

It was plain as day. The solar panels had been cleaned. Mars’s harsh winds could have easily accomplished that. But the rover. The monstrous white blob on the surface of the planet had visibly shifted several hundred feet from one side of the HAB to the other, and no wind could move that. 

“So you’re telling me…” (Y/n) trailed off. She couldn’t speak the thought into existence. If she spoke it, she couldn’t take it back.

Teddy Sanders reached over the high back of the conference room chair to rest a hand on (Y/n)’s tensed shoulders. “We have to release the photos within the next sixteen hours. We’ll be releasing a confirmatory statement with them. It will be all over the news, but we thought you would want to know first. That you would want to...” Teddy found himself cut off. 

“How long have you known?” (Y/n)’s voice was low, almost dangerous as it spat out the words with a venom. 

“Mindy was the one to find it on the 3 A.M. shift.”

So the unfortunate Sat Com had a name. (Y/n) wondered, somewhere so far in the depths of her mind in a part of her brain that still hadn’t registered what was going on, if Mindy had actually been the one to piece this together or if she’d just drawn the short straw in telling the higher ups.

“She called in an emergency alert to the three of us the moment she noticed the discrepancy between the logs and the images. Since then, we’ve been prepping for the public outcry. You were the first person we brought in.” For a PR person, Annie Montrose truly failed at choosing her words.

“That ‘discrepancy’,” (Y/n) spat, “is my brother.” Shoving away from the table, there was a grunt as her chair ran over the foot of Director Sanders hovering behind her. “And you left him on Mars.” 

(Y/n) was fuming as she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her so hard she heard a picture, on the wall inside, shatter as it hit the ground.

(Y/n)’s fury lasted about as long as it took her to walk to the end of the hall. It was as if the picture had held all her rage, and the moment she heard it fall her anger went with it.

Mitch Henderson found her, thirty minutes later, on his way to receive the news himself. Being late to the meeting had seemed less important than helping the poor woman down the hall and into a proper seat. 

Mitch held (Y/n)’s shaking frame to his chest and let her cough out incoherent phrases until she finally managed to mumble enough for him to piece things together. 

“Mark.” Hiccup.

“Not.” Sobbing.

“Suit broke.” More sobbing.

“Rover.” Breathless gasp.

“Moved.” 

“Oh,” Mitch caught on. “Oh good God no.”

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“Sweetpea,” Her mother’s voice sounded weepy on the other end of the phone, but that was to be expected. 

“Ma,” (Y/n)’s voice broke as she spoke into the receiver.

There was a shuffle and some sniffling. Her father cut in. “(Y/n), I thought you said you were coming to stay for a while. I thought NASA gave you time off to be here.” Her parents’ desperate plea wasn’t lost on (Y/n). Their son was never coming home; they at least wanted their daughter back. 

Her parents had always thought if one of them wasn’t going to come back it was going to be (Y/n). It wasn’t just that she went first. It was how much she loved the work. 

She was consumed by it. Consumed by space so whole-heartedly that her parents wouldn’t have been surprised if she opened the hatch and let the blackness swallow her whole, simply to be the first human to touch the nothingness.

(Y/n) took extensive notes, updated daily diaries, sent emails constantly, detailing every aspect of her time in space. Everything was an adventure to her. Even the tedious task of putting on her suit was a marvel that filled her with utter glee. Her parents were in the loop on all that was happening, and she explained the goings on every step of the way.

By the time the more relaxed Mark launched, Mars seemed a bit old hat. They were proud of him, of course. He was leaps and bounds ahead of the rest of his field. He was boasted and bragged about to anyone who would listen. But he had a freedom and trust (Y/n) never had.

Mark didn’t need to explain space flight because (Y/n) had already given them a thorough summary. Life, analyses, reports, training, (Y/n) had done it all before. They knew Mark to tell them if anything changed, and they were comforted by the fact that he would remain level-headed about the experience. Certainly, he wouldn’t squeal when he stepped on the surface of his second planet. 

Their parents knew what to expect, knew what he was doing, and because nothing happened to (Y/n), they were sure he would be okay. 

How wrong they were. When (Y/n) landed at the airport in a small private plane chartered by NASA, they knew something was up. When she collapsed into her father’s arms and sobbed, they figured it was big. And when Mark’s name had finally choked out of her lips, they put the pieces together. 

This would be worse. (Y/n) was sure of it. 

They were still grieving. They’d had a funeral, figuratively buried their son. They were waiting for her to join them in their sorrow and healing. And now she was going to have to tell them she wasn’t coming. And she was going to have to tell them why.

She would be the one to tell her parents that their pain wasn’t over, that it would be prolonged for several slow, torturous months. That their son’s death wasn’t going to be swift. 

“Pops, I can’t come home.” (Y/n) croaked out through a throat cracked and sore from days of crying. “I have some news.”

“I don’t think we can take much more news from NASA.” Her father heaved a sigh that spoke volumes to how much he was trying to hold it together for the rest of his family. 

“Pops, get Ma back on the phone with you.” (Y/n) instructed. She was braced for impact. She needed to get it out before she broke down. 

“Donna!” (Y/n) heard her father shout.

Her mom must have run from the phone when she handed it off to her dad. It made sense. Not once in her life had she ever called (Y/n) Sweetpea. Terms of endearment were well assigned in the Watney household. Her parents were always Ma and Pops, but they called each other Darling and Honey when they were feeling romantic. (Y/n) was always, without fail, Princess. And Mark, despite his many objections, had always been Sweetpea. 

Even knowing where he was, her mom was holding onto some desolate hope that Mark was alive, that Mark could call. 

In a way, Ma was right, but that was even worse news. 

“I’m sorry, Princess,” Her mother rejoined the call with a hiccup. “I’m just…”

“It’s fine, Ma.” (Y/n) didn’t think she could bear hearing anything about how they were doing before she got this out and ruined whatever small peace the memorial service had given them. “I need to tell you both something.”

“What is it?” Her father asked, far too close to the speaker.

“I know neither of you have read the report about how...” She tried to think of a better way to say it. “On what happened,” she settled. “And I know you don’t want to know, but I’m going to have to explain a small part of it to you.”

“(Y/n), we don’t…”

(Y/n) cut off her father’s objections with a volume that bordered on shouting. “You do. You need to know, whether it’s nice or not. And it needs to come from me. This is important, Pops.”

Her parents quieted then. None of the Watneys really had a temper. They were all ‘long fuse’ type people, but clearly (Y/n)’s had been burning for far too long. 

“Mark was hit by a piece of debris which NASA believes broke off of an antenna.” (Y/n) took in a deep breath. She needed to remain calm, or at the very least her voice did. “Vital signs in the space suits are transmitted to a received on the arm of the team doctor, who read that Mark didn’t show any signs of life.”

It was her father’s tears that interrupted her this time. She couldn’t see them, but (Y/n) knew they were there when he spoke. “Why are you telling us this, (Y/n)? We don’t want to know.”

“Because Pops, something’s… come up.” She didn’t know a better way to say it than that. “Imagery of the Ares III site seems to show signs of activity and maintenance that were not performed by the crew on the day of their departure.” 

Silence. Utter silence. 

“What…” Mom.

“Are you…” Dad.

“That…” Mom.

“Are you….” Dad.

“What does that even mean?” Her mom finally got out the question they were both trying to say.

“The only logical theory is that when the antenna broke off, it somehow managed to break Mark’s vital monitor either by piercing his suit without actually breaking the seal or by having a direct impact that broke both his communication and vitals monitor, or possibly both.” Another deep breath. “Whatever the case, there are signs of movement at the HAB since the crews departure…” 

Finally she got to her point. She spoke the thought into existence, “Mark’s alive. And he’s alone on Mars.”

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Next Time On..... Part Three

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Choices Secret Santa - Becoming a Forever Family

Pairing: M!MC x Nik Ryder

This is for my secret santa @stonys-world​  

Huge thank you to @andi-the-cat​ for setting up this entire Secret Santa

This is set after the Nightbound book timeline.

This is my first ever fic I’ve written so I hope it doesn’t suck too much and I hope you like it!

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Words: 1358

The wind rustled the leaves of the thick swamp trees and the damp moss underfoot soaked the tips of your shoes as you, Nik, Vera, Cal and Katherine made your way deeper into the swamp. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to, the swamp lands of New Orleans hid many monsters that you had fought before, but the feeling of water pooling around your toes wasn’t a comfortable one. There had been reports that a couple had been killed on the bank of the river by a creature with claws too large to possibly exist, but their young daughter seemed to have escaped with her life. And that’s where the five of you came in, you have been coined the resident experts in monster hunting since taking down Thomas, so your mission: find the girl before the monster does. Suddenly there was a loud crunch that drew everyone’s attention toward the river. A few trees lining the riverbank had been slashed completely in half, but with no sign of any culprit in sight. 

All eyes turn to Nik as he readied his crossbow and placed a slim finger to his lips to indicate to be quiet. You load your own crossbow, following Nik’s footsteps deeper into the swamp with Cal in werewolf form to your right, Vera, gloves at the ready, on your left and Katherine bringing up the rear with multiple sharp blades in her possession. As the trees started to get thicker and the smell of algae grew stronger you heard a faint whimpering sound coming from the bank of the river. Breaking out into a run you approached the unsuspecting girl who sat on a log in a clearing next to the stream of water. She couldn’t have been more than eight years old. But before you were able to reach her the sound of thunderous footsteps that shook the ground like an earthquake stormed up behind the group. You turned around in time to see the silhouette of the large creature approach the last line of the trees, swipe across them vigorously, cleaving them in two, to reveal a black bear the size of a two storey house, ruby red blood stained it’s snout and claws. 

“Holy crap.” Nik swore from behind you. That was exactly what you were thinking but the sight of the enormous bear took all the air out of your lungs, and your ability to speak along with it. You heard a high pitched squeal from the direction of the river as the young girl recognised her parent’s killer. As the bear reared itself onto its hind legs and growled, the young girl scampered to get away but slipped on the damp moss covering the log she had been sitting on and fell into the river. 

“Get the girl, we’ll take care of Grizzly here.” Nik said urgently to you. As you sprinted off in the direction of the river current, Vera threw her gloves to the ground and Nik aimed his crossbow. Your legs were moving you as fast as they could carry you, but you were no match for the vigorous water. The girls screams were sporadically interrupted by a gurgling sound as her head bobbed up and down, above and below the water. You knew if you didn’t get to her soon, her head was going to go under the water and never come back up again. Up ahead a dead tree had fallen over and lay sturdily over half the river, and you know that if she can hold onto the trunk or one of the branches long enough you’d be able to get to her. 

“Grab onto the tree!” You yell to the girl whose arms were splashing around in the river, but her head was above water so you hope she was able to hear you. The current of the river tried pulling her away from the branches of the tree, but her small arms reached out and managed to grasp one of the thicker branches. Your legs were already tired, but seeing her holding on for dear life to the tree gave you extra encouragement.

You made it to the fallen tree and the little girl was still holding on. Careful not to shake the tree too much, you stepped warily on the thick trunk, holding out your hand for the girl to grab. The girls grip was slipping further down the branch, but just before she let go, you grasped her wrists and pulled her towards you, onto the trunk. Her entire body was soaking wet, but you could still tell that tears were streaming down her face. You pulled her in for a hug and carefully walked with her back to solid ground, the little girls grasp on you never letting go. 

“You’re safe now, you’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” You reassured the girl, who would end up telling you that her name was Lucy. You were walking back to the clearing where you last left Nik, hoping to God that he had gotten out of the fight unharmed. Lucy was sobbing uncontrollably and hadn’t let go of your hand as you guided her back to the others. When you found them the bear was nowhere in sight and Cal was bleeding from a deep laceration on his arm. 

“He got away, but I think he is just protecting his territory.” Nik said, noticing Lucy by your side and flashing her a quick smile. 

“We need to get Lucy to a hospital, she took in a lot of water and we should get her checked out.” You said, rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb. 

The way to the emergency room Lucy didn’t leave your and Nik’s side once. You knew Nik would feel particularly close to this case considering it was so close to that of his own childhood. Even when you made it to the hospital and Lucy was lying in a hospital bed she wouldn’t let you leave her side, and you felt so sorry for her because she would be so scared and probably wanted her parents by her side, except they wouldn’t be now ever again. But there was a feeling growing in the pit of your stomach which made you want to protect her with your life as long as you lived. 

The hospital staff had called the police to let them know that the missing girl had been found. And now that the police where here there was no real reason for either you or Nik to hang around, the doctor had already let you know she was going to be fine, but you didn’t want to leave her alone, you wanted to pull her close and never let her go. 

“So what happens to her now officer?” You asked cautiously, glancing over toward Lucy sleeping in the hospital bed and your heart melting over how adorable she looked hugging the hospital supplied teddy bear tight. 

“With both of her parents dead, and no other family, she gets admitted to the system.” His voice was sympathetic but your heart still sank in your chest. Bouncing around foster homes as an eight year old was no way to spend a childhood, she should have a family that cared for her as much as her own parents would have. 

“Nik, we can’t let her go into the system. She watched her parent’s get mauled by a humongous bear, she’s going to be traumatised and being in the foster system is going to make her childhood more disturbing. She needs a family who will take care of her, who will love her, like Elijah did for you.” You almost plead with him, knowing he probably won’t be open to the idea, it took him long enough to admit his feelings for you, you doubted he would want to jump into raising a child with you. 

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting? Do you want to adopt Lucy?” He asked carefully and you slowly nod. And that was how you and your boyfriend Nik Ryder adopted your first child together. 

Introduction to the Call Of Duty: Zombies Storyline (Basic Information - Events Of Moon)

BASIC INFORMATION  Artifacts:  -The Summoning Key - The Keepers craft the Summoning Key, a device that allows them to manipulate the Aether. Holding power over reality itself, they use it to create Agartha.  -The First Transference Device - The Keepers master the ability to travel between dimensions.

 -The Dark Aether - Some Keepers begin to experiment with the Dark Aether, which corrupts and corrodes their souls. Among them is The Shadowman.  -The Aether Pyramid - The Corrupted Keepers create the Aether Pyramid, a device capable of absolute power. A schism forms between them and those Keepers untainted by the Dark Aether.

 Events:  -In The Beginning - There was only the Aether and the Keepers. Among them were two beings who would later be known by many names. One would be known as Doctor Monty, the other as The Shadowman.  -The War Of Agartha Begins - War breaks out between the Corrupted, and the Uncorrupted Keepers.  -The War Of Agartha Ends - Facing defeat, the Corrupted Keepers hide the Aether Pyramid on a moon within one of the newly discovered dimensions. After banishing the Corrupted Keepers to the Dark Aether beneath creation, the remaining Keepers take on the mantle of Guardians. Trapped in the Dark Aether, the Corrupted Keepers contort and evolve over Eons, ultimately becoming the Apothicons. They desire, above all else, to return to Agartha.  -5 AD - Known the planet has a gateway to Agartha, the Apothicons send meteors of Element 115 to Earth. They believe humanity will one day use Element 115 to wage war amongst themselves, opening a rift that will allow the Apothicons to escape the Dark Aether.  -1292 - The Great War between humanity and the Apothicons begins.  -1294 - Sir Pablo Marinus is saved from the clutches of a Margwa by four unknown heroes. They would later become known as Primis.  -1299 - Together with the Keepers, Primis defeats the Apothicons, bringing The Great War to an end.  -1300 - Before they seemingly disappear from history, Primis instructs the Wolf King to begin building Der Eisendrache.  -1318 - Honoring the Wolf King's dying request, his loyal servant Arthur scatters and buries his bones in the grounds of Der Eisendrache, accompanied by the King's Wolf.  -1318 - Temporal Rifts teleport Arthur to Resolution 1295 in 2025 Angola.

(Everything up until now is a constant among all timelines)

ULTIMIS  -1908 - A meteor containing Element 115 crashes near the Stony Tunguska River.  -1925 - Doctor Edward Richtofen joins the Illuminati.  -1931 - Large deposits of Element 115 are discovered near Breslau, Germany. Doctor Ludvig Maxis, a German Scientist, is sent to investigate.  -1931 - Maxis forms Group 935, an international organization dedicated to the study of Element 115. Maxis tells his scientists they "represent the future of technological advancement" and will be "pioneers of human discovery." The group swears to work in secrecy from their respective governments. As Maxis says, "We cannot afford to let this power fall into the wrong hands."  -1934 - Samantha Maxis is born. Her mother dies in childbirth.  -1936 - Maxis invites Richtofen to join Group 935. He agrees, secretly acting on behalf of the Illuminati's interests.  -1937 - The Imperial Japanese Army discovers Element 115 meteor fragments in a swamp within Japanese territory. They build the Rising Sun Facility to continue research. Division 9 is created to oversee its operation.  -1937 - The United States government discovers deposits of Element 115 at Groom Lake.  -1939 - Maxis and Richtofen begin teleportation experiments with the Matter Transference Prototype, to mild success. The subjects are teleported, but their chemical composition is altered, leaving them catatonic and changed.  -1939 - Using Element 115, Maxis and Richtofen resurrect one of the teleported corpses for the first time. Initially it obeys, but soon becomes rabid and attacks them. The test subject is euthanized.  -1939 - Richtofen begins development of the Wunderwaffe DG-2.  -1939 - Maxis turns to the Reichstag for additional funding. Germany agrees to the request, expressing interest in their weapons research, teleportation technology, and the reanimated undead subject.  -1939 - During Test Trial 151, Richtofen and Doctor Schuster successfully teleport a walnut. This is the first successful test where the chemical composition of the object is maintained throughout the process.  -1939 - "Edward's Walnut Delivery" fails to impress Maxis, who declares it a waste of time. He reveals to Richtofen that Group 935 will soon be funded by Germany. Richtofen worries this will lead to massive defections, so he and Schuster decide to continue their teleportation experiments behind Maxis' back.  -1940 - Richtofen and Schuster conduct their first human teleportation test. Richtofen is so confindent in its success, he volunteers himself. Teleported to the Moon, he encounters the MPD, the Aether Pyramid hidden by the Apothicons. While inspecting the device, Richtofen is electrocuted and begins hearing the many voices of corruption, including that of The Shadowman. The device then teleports him to Shangri-La. Corrupted by the Dark Aether, Richtofen is gradually being driven insane by an obsession to find Agartha.  -1940 - Richtofen is worshipped by the natives of Shangri-La; an altar is built in his name. Richtofen encounters the Focusing Stone for the first time.  -1940 - After a near month absence, Richtofen returns to Schuster with a plan to build Griffin Station.  -1940 - Richtofen renounces his involvement with the Illuminati. When asked how he could abandon his obligation to the Order he says, "Teddy was a liar."  -1940 - Construction of Griffin Station on the Moon begins. Frustrated with Maxis' alignment with Germany, other disgruntled Group 935 scientists join the cause.  -1940 - Maxis instructs his assistant Sophia to write a letter to the Reichstag High Command requesting additional funds. Though he reports that mass production will soon be under way shortly, Der Reise lacks not only the funding, but sufficient volumes of Element 115.  -1940 - In response to Maxis' request, Germany creates two new facilities for Group 935. They are the Kino Facilty, a repurposed theater, and the Asylum Facility at the Wittenau Sanatorium in Berlin.  -1940 - As per Germany's request, the Japanese Imperial Army hands over the Rising Sun Facility to Group 935. Division 9 remains involved on site.  -1940 - Group 935 establishes a research facility in Siberia near the Tunguska River.  -1940 - Group 935 establishes a research facility at Der Eisendrache.  -1941 - Nikolai Belinski's wife is killed during the German advance into the Soviet Union. In an effort to numb the pain, Nikolai increasingly turns to Vodka.  -1942 - Maxis gives Fluffy to Samantha. The dog is expecting a litter.  -1942 - Maxis tests the first file for storage on the data servant.  -1942 - On the data servant, Maxis catalogs locations  with prominent Element 115 deposits. He includes information about its various applications and cites that the reanimation of dead cells is a possible side effect.  -1942 - Richtofen completes the Wunderwaffe DG-2 prototype.  -1942 - With Griffin Station completed, Richtofen names Doctor Groph lead scientist, and returns to Earth to continue 'the charade' with Maxis. Working alongside Schuster, Groph is left to discover how to power the MPD.  -1942 - In a speech to his staff, Groph talks optimistically about Griffin Station's establishment as a permanent base of operations.  -1942 - Maxis develops the Ray Gun prototype at the Rising Sun Facility. H. Porter works on developing the 2nd Generation Model.  -1942 - A result of temporal rifts in 1963 Kino, Monty reaches across time and offers little nudges. One nudge is developing Group 935's Element 115 fused elixirs. They create four medicinal beverages known colloquially as Juggernog, Quick Revive, Speed Cola, and Double Tap.  -1942 - Group 935 continues development of a Weapons Upgrade Machine.  -1942 - Groph and Schuster unwittingly discover how to charge the MPD. When Schuster kills a rat near the device, its death inexplicably begins filling the tank, charging the device. They report their findings to Richtofen.  -1942 - Richtofen begins sending soldiers and scientists to the Moon to be sacrificed; their souls are used to charge to MPD.  -1942 - Takeo Masaki is dispatched by the Emperor to oversee the work of Group 935 and Division 9 at the Rising Sun Facility.  -1942 - Richtofen shares the Element 115-based Elixir Recipes with Griffin Station. They develop Mule Kick.  -1942 - Nikolai's brother is killed in the Battle of Stalingrad.  -1942 - Richtofen created the Monkey Bomb.  -1942 - In a personal log, Maxis expresses concern over Element 115's impact on Richtofen's behavior. No longer trusting him, he wonders if it was a mistake to invite him to Group 935.  -1942 - Accompanied by Sophia, Maxis is tranferred to the Kino facility to focus on creating Germany's undead army. Samantha is left in Richtofen's care.  -1943 - Maxis worries he and Sophia have grown too close. He considers sending her away.  -1943 - Nikolai is captured by German Forces during the Battle of Stalingrad. He becomes a subject in Group 935 experiments.  -1943 - Maxis reports success with Subject Two-Six, whose 'violent outbursts have been greatly reduced." Maxis believes "this method of treatment will be 100 percent effective in most cases."  -1943 - The Battle of Stalingrad ends.  -1943 - Maxis reports the treatment has been perfected. He believes if "Subject Two-Six can retain the impressions longer than twenty-six hours, then the delivery of the zombie army can be accelerated."  -1943 - After attacking a handler, Subject Two-Six is killed and deemed "another setback."  -1943 - Harvey Yena begins his work with Group 935.  -1943 - Primis arrives from Dimension 63. In an effort to prevent the events that are about to unfold, they formulate a plan to stop this dimension's Richtofen.  -1943 - Richtofen is contacted from the House by Maxis, who warns that "The test subjects must never be allowed to be awakened, the havoc that could be wreaked upon the future by such simple-minded individuals would be catastrophic."  -1943 - Takeo reports to the Emperor that the work being done at the Rising Sun Facility is "unacceptable."  -1943 - Primis Richtofen is teleported to the House in Agartha, reuniting him with Maxis.  -1943 - On the orders of the Emperor, Takeo is taken prisoner by Group 935 and Division 9. He is used as a test subject for experiments.  -1944 - After the setbacks with Subject Two-Six, Maxis reports new success with the Undead Army. However, he maintains his belief that the undead cannot be controlled or maintained.  -1944 - Pablo Marinus, a Mexican Spy, is captured by Group 935 at Der Eisendrache.  -1945 - In his cell, Pablo writes of vision of a great war. He describes a "great battle against strange demon-like creatures who [were] trying to devour the Earth. In his vision, he sees four knights protect him from certain death. He makes a note that the knights wore tunics similar to those in Der Eisendrache.  -1945 - NACHT DER UNTOTEN - An Allied plane malfunctions over an airfield and crashes. German Army trucks, transporting the undead and Element 115 between Group 935 facilities, is struck in the crash. The marines surviving the crash hold out against the undead as long as they can.  -1945 - Peter McCain infiltrates Group 395 at Der Reise.  -1945 - Groph and Schuster develop the Wave Gun.  -1945 - Richtofen travels to the Siberian Facility to do further research on "live specimens." As her temporary guardian, he takes Samantha with him. Group 935 begins transferring three test subjects for experimentations: Nikolai, Pablo, and Takeo.  -1945 - While Richtofen works at the Siberian Facility, Group 935 begins development of Deadshot Daiquiri.  -1945 - The test subjects arrive at the Siberian facility for Richtofen's experiments.  -1945 - CIA Handler Cornelius Pernell confirms that Peter McCain has successfully infiltrated Group 935 and has been transferred to the Asylum Facility. Cornelius suspects Group 935 is losing control of their experiments and has sent in a Marine Recon Unit to extract McCain. Thomas "Tank" Dempsey is to lead the squad.  -1945 - Peter is outed as a spy and captured by Group 935.  -1945 - Richtofen reports Pablo has died following a spleen removal. He also reveals he's been performing experiments on Samantha.  -1945 - WW2 ends. Group 935 continues their research.  -1945 - Temporal Rifts begin to affect the Asylum facility. An Orderly reports increasing problems with test subjects. Many in the facility have begun hearing voices coming from the walls, including the sobbing of a boy and a girl, screaming, and "a man shouting for children to close the windows."  -1945 - An outbreak occurs at the Asylum facility. Peter McCain escapes.  -1945 - VERRUCKT - Dempsey, John Banana, Smokey, and fourth marine arrive at the Asylum Facility to find it overrun by zombies. They fight off the horde as long as they can. Dempsey is apprehended by Group 935.  -1945 - John Banana writes messages and records his last words while being eaten alive by an undead Smokey.  -1945 - Richtofen reports another spy has been captured and will be brought in to replace "the Mexican." The subject is Dempsey.  -1945 - Cornelius Pernell attempts to send a transmission to Peter McCain, telling him to rendezvous at the Rising Sun Facility.  -1945 - Dempsey arrives at the Siberian Facility.  -1945 - Richtofen documents the personality traits of his test subjects. Dempsey's "intellect seems low, but his will is strong." Takeo is "still staring at the floor, muttering what sounds like some kind of proverb over and over again." Nikolai has "recently begun responding to stimuli, but only after [injections of] a new serum made primarily from vodka." Richtofen notes that their minds have been almost entirely broken, with no memory remaining of who they once were.  -1945 - Maxis returns to Der Reise. He orders Richtofen to do likewise so they may continue their work on the Matter Transference Device.  -1945 - Richtofen returns to Der Reise with Dempsey, Nikolai, Takeo and Samantha.  -1945 - Maxis reports on Richtofen's findings with his live test subjects, noting that while their baseline psyche remains intact, all specific memories have been lost.  -1945 - Infuriated to learn that Maxis has not been mass-producing the DG-2 as he swore he would, Richtofen revels in his plot to destroy Maxis and Samantha, vowing that he will no longer continue to work on his undead army.  -1945 - Groph reports to Richtofen the MPD is nearly ready.  -1945 - Groph radios Richtofen to inform him that the device has been powered up and is awaiting the conduit. Richtofen says he will proceed with Operation Shield and dispose of Maxis and Samantha.  -1945 - Though frustrated that the 'matter tranference tests... have been largely unsuccessful," Maxis acknowledges "that the test subjects [departure] from their original point of origin is undeniable." However, Richtofen's suggestion that the subjects have been transported not through space, but time itself causes Maxis to worry if his "irrationality may soon prove a libility to our endeavors."  -1945 - Maxis and Richtofen perform teleportation test trials on Test Subjects 3, 4 and 5. All fail, including Test 5, where Maxis uses Fluffy. As Test 6 fails, Fluffy - now changed - is teleported back into the chamber. Samantha sees Fluffy and runs into the teleporter. Maxis chases after her. Richtofen seals them both in the test chamber and teleports all three of them.  -1945 - Samantha is teleported to the Moon while Groph and Schuster work on the MPD. Running into the MPD, she is drawn inside of it, where she becomes corrupted by the Dark Aether.  -1945 - Maxis is teleported to the Crazy Place and develops the power to merge with electricity.  -1945 - Richtofen returns to the Moon. Learning Samantha is trapped in the MPD, he orders Groph to teleport Maxis there to coax her out of the device. He also warns Groph to keep an eye out for an "evil looking dog."  -1945 - In an effort ot free Samantha, Maxis approaches the MPD and persuades her to come out. Once she does, Maxis givers her an instruction, "Kill them.... all." Maxis kills himself and merges with the technology of Griffin Station, while Samantha unleashes the undead upon the base.  -1945 - H. Porter activates the alarm as an outbreak occurs at Der Reise. Before taking a cyanide capsule, he says he's "all out of hope... god forgive us all."  -1945 - Richtofen returns to Der Reise and awakens Dempsey, Takeo and Nikolai. With no recollection of who they are or who Richtofen is, they agree to help him. The four would become known as Ultimis.  -1945 - Peter McCain parachutes over the Rising Sun Facility. He dies shortly after.  -1945 - SHI NO NUMA - Ultimis travels to the Rising Sun Facility to recover Richtofen's diary. Upon reading it, Richtofen begins to form his plan to defeat Samantha.  -1945 - DER REISE - Ultimis returns to Der Reise. With his diary, Richtofen plans to use the telelporter to return to the moon and confront Samantha. Unfortunately, the Wunderwaffe DG-2 overloads the teleporter and sends them through time to Kino - causing Richtofen to drop his diary.  -1945 - Group 935 is disbanded.  -1946 - The United States and the Soviet Union share the resources recovered from Group 935's various research stations. Richtofen's diary is among the items recovered by the Soviet Union.  -1946 - The Pentagon hires many former Group 935 scientists in an effort to replicate their work.  -1946 - As with their US counterparts, the Soviets hire many former Group 935 scientists. Among them is Harvey Yena, who forms the Ascension Group.  -1952 - The Pentagon begins experiments involving their own versions of the undead.  -1955 - The US Government transfers a number of Element 115 experiments to the Groom Lake Facility.  -1955 - Gersh and Yuri Zavoyski begin working for the Ascension Group.  -1956 - SHANGRI-LA - Explorers Brock and Gary discover Shangri-La. During an eclipse, they're unwittingly trapped in a time loop. Sally, sent back in time from 2011, is trapped in the same loop. Ultimis arrives in Shangri-La. With the help of Brock and Gary, they acquire the Focusing Stone. From their, Ultimis travels to the Groom Lake Facility.  -1959 - The Pentagon constructs their own prototype teleporter, and commence experimentation.  -1962 - Studying Group 935's medicinal elixir research, The Ascension Group develops PhD Flopper and Stamin-Up.  -1962 - Gersh begins work on Project Thunder.  -1962 - Gersh and Yuri begin work on the Gersh Device, Codenamed Project Mercury.  -1963 - The Pentagon begins development on their own version of the Wunderwaffe DG-2.  -1963 - The Pentagon begins development on their own versions of the Winter's Howl.  -1965 - KINO DER TOTEN - From Der Reise, Ultimis is teleported to Kino. This marks the first time Ultimis travels across space and tiem. Temporal Rifts occur across dimensions. In light of these developments, Monty feels obligated to step in, and begins to make changes in the background across time. He helps Group 935 invent Perk Machines. He adds chalk drawings to the walls. Little nudges. Ultimis locates a Lunar Lander and fly to the Ascension Facility.  -1963 - Gersh informs the senior staff that Yuri has been removed from Project Mercury and has been transferred to Rocket Research.  -1963 - Yuri begins to notice the appearance of children's toys around the facility.  -1963 - Upon reading Richtofen's diary, Yuri begins to hear Samantha's voice. Over several days, her voice will consume him, driving him to the brink of insanity. She orders him to resume work on the Gersh Device. He obeys.  -1963 - Gersh announces to the committee that Project Thunder is nearing completion. Gersh reveals Yuri may need to be removed from Ascension entirely, having observed his being "hostile towards other scientists... and frequently [observed] muttering to himself."  -1963 - Obeying Samantha's wishes, Yuri tricks Gersh into activating the Gersh Device. The rift created absorbs him and allows Samantha to travel through. Yuri is also absorbed and transported to the Pentagon.  -1963 - ASCENSION - Ultimis arrives at the Soviet Cosmodrome and free Gersh from the Casimir Mechanism. Richtofen recovers his diary, and learns that they need the Vril Device from the Siberian Facility for his plan. Maintaining his etheral form, Gersh sends them into a rift to their next destination before beginning his travels across space and time.  -1963 - FIVE - In the Pentagon, John F. Kennedy, Richard Nixon and Robert McNamara meet with Fidel Castro in the aftermath of the Cuban Missile Crisis. Due to the events at the Cosmodrome, a zombie outbreak occurs. Samantha sends Yuri to the Pentagon to thwart their survival. After Gersh is freed and Ultimis departs from the Cosmodrome, the outbreak ends at the Pentagon. All four survive.  -1963 - In an effort to avoid another undead outbreak, the US Government creates the Broken Arrow program, establishing several facilities across the country. The Groom Lake Program is folded into Broken Arrow.  -1973 - Broken Arrow recovers a shard of Element 115 from Division 9.  -1979 - Russman begins work at Broken Arrow. Over the course of his employment, his extensive exposure to Element 115 leads to significant memory loss.  -1983 - Broken Arrow begins live animal experiments with the shard, creating Bios.  -1986 - A containment breach involving the Bios occurs at one of the Broken Arrow facilities. Russman is one of the few to escape alive. The facility is shut down and abandoned. Its projects are tranferred to other locations.  -2011 - CALL OF THE DEAD - After entering the rift, Ultimis arrives at the Siverian Facility in 2011, where they find themselves trapped in a closet while George A. Romero films his latest project at the location. Samantha, in her pursuit of Ultimis, unleases an undead outbreak. The film's stars fight the undead horde, ultimately recovering the Vril Device (the Goldenrod) for Richtofen. Ultimis teleports to Shangri-La in an effort to acquire the next artifact required to defeat Samantha: The Focusing Stone.  -2011 - Following the disappearance of the Call of the Dead cast and crew, Romero's assistant Sally begins the search for her boss. Her journey leards her to Shangri-La during an eclipse, which sends her back in time to April 25th, 1956.  -2025 - Broken Arrow creates the Denizens.  -2025 - Broken Arrow accidentally creates Avogadro.  -2025 - In desperate need of more Element 115, Broken Arrow uses an excavator to drill near the Nuclear Testing Facility known as Nuketown.  -2025 - MOON - Using the Vril Device (Goldenrod), the Black Egg found on the Moon, and the Focusing Stone, Richtofen completes his Grand Scheme and swaps bodies with Samantha on the Moon, giving him full control of the zombies and the Aether. Maxis contacts the remaining members of Ultimis through the station's electronics and askfor their help to defeat Richtofen. They agree. They launch missile at Earth, leaving it fractured and broken. They sever Richtofen's connection with the Aether, but he maintains control over the zombies. Once Maxis controls the Aether in 2035 he returns to the Moon and plucks Samantha from Richtofen's body to join him in Agartha.

BLACK OPS IIII STORYLINE (QUOTES USED)

 -2035 - The remaining members of Ultimis are sent back in time to the 1960's with Richtofen's soulless and comatose body before the events of 'FIVE'.  -1963 - Cornelius Pernell makes audio punch cards. In them, he talks about his plans for Broken Arrow and the experimenting. He also talks about Ultimis arriving. He says, "Earlier today, while Doctor Schuster was performing Test Number 11, we had an unexpected arrival through the teleporter. We've been unable to verify what year they came from - our struggle with temporal anomalies during teleportation is well documented - but we are certain of where they came from: the Moon. This event alone is baffling enough, and is without explanation, but it becomes downright absurd when you take into account that I know two of the four individuals: Corpral "Tank" Dempsey of the United States Marine Corp., who I knew personally, and was declared K.I.A. after a failed rescue op to recover Peter McCain; and Doctor Edward Richtofen from Group 935, who went missing weeks after we formalized the agreement to initiate Operation Stapler. I didn't recognize the other two, but they, and Corpral Dempsey were in a delusional, near-catatonic state. Medical evaluations shows they've suffered from exessive Element 115 exposure, and, quoting our medic, I'm not even sure how they're still alive. As for Doctor Richtofen, initially, we believed him D.O.A.. Upon closer examination, we discovered his body is very much alive, just zero brain activity. How it came to be that these four men were on the Moon, we may never know. However, for the immediate future, we'll be keeping them here at Groom Lake. They are ideal candidates for additional 115 testing."  -1963 - After assisting Primis Richtofen in aquiring the blood vials, Undead Richtofen goes to Groom Lake to reunite his soul with his body. Cornelius makes note of this in another punch card when he says, "I'm filing this report on behalf of Private Gordan. Private Gordan was working graveyard in Hangar 4 where our new test subjects are being kept. At 0300 this morning, Private Gordan reports a, quote, "bright, blue, oval-shaped light beam materialized in the room," endquote. Out of said light beam, stepped, and I quote, "a zombie dressed in a World War Two German Military uniform." This 'zombie' did not interact with Private Gordon, but, instead, slowly walked up to the comatose body of Doctor Edward Richtofen, who, up until now, we've been unable to resusitate. Private Gordon then observed this 'zombie' touching the body of Doctor Richtofen, at which point, the zombie... turned.. to ash, and Doctor Richtofen immediately let out a gutteral shriek and began cackling. I cannot verify Private Gordon's story, but what I can tell you is that, as of this morning, Doctor Richtofen is very. Much. Alive. And he is very animated. So much so, we've since had to have him sedated."  -1963 - CLASSIFIED - After being experimented on by the staff of Broken Arrow, Ultimis is now forced to fight for their lives while in the Pentagon during a zombie outbreak. At some point, they are captured and locked up in Hangar 4 again. Dempsey questions how Richtofen had gotten back into his body after the events of Moon, to which his question is shrugged off by both Richtofen and Nikolai. As Nikolai starts drinking from his vodka again, Primis steps through a newly opened portal in the cell, and Primis Nikolai recruits them to help defeat Doctor Monty. They leave through the portal after an intruder siren goes off.  -2025 - Camp Edward, better known as 'Nuketown', was created in the 70's as a nuclear testing facility and an Element 115 drilling site by Broken Arrow. Using the blueprints of the MPD, Broken Arrow had created the American Pyramid Device. Cornelius Pernell and his staff used something called the Elemental Shard, a special Element 115 fragment that can truly bring back the souls and minds of the dead, and can regenerate the energy it uses (regular 115 only revives the body, and it can be used up, and that's why zombies attack people), and they brought back Peter McCain. When the DOD told them to hand over the Elemental Shard, Cornelius Pernell had broken it in half and gave them one half, claiming it to be the whole thing so he could continue his experiments. Marlton Johnson takes a canister of Element 115 as evidence of what's going on before he hides in a broom closet in the nuclear bunker, then returns it when an A.D.A.M. unit is brought to the door. Rushmore, the AI of the facility, who seems to have most of his programming based off of Cold War US propoganda, along with all the A.D.A.M. units and mannequins, had been given souls created by the Elemental Shard, and it made them feel emotion, which caused many problems for the staff and other people there.  -2025 - ALPHA OMEGA - After Ultimis is recruited by Primis, they travel to Camp Edward, a Broken Arrow facility in Nevada to retrive the Elemental Shard. After they do, they get a disturbing radio call from Maxis in the House in Agartha telling them that Monty is aware of what they're doing. Maxis manages to teleport the children out of the house before Monty kills him, and Samantha and Eddie arrive in the garage Primis and Ultimis are in. The corruption Monty had claimed to remove from her soul shows up once again as she wishes for death to Monty, and to destroy the Aether and Agartha. (Meanwhile, little Eddie is just looking happy as can be, despite seeing Maxis get eaten alive and seeing the bloodlust Samantha clearly has.)

ghost in your eye

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Two

The library was largely empty, which Lena didn’t consider all that surprising, given that it was eight in the morning on a Wednesday. She wasn’t due at the museum until noon, giving her nearly four hours of access to the public computers.

After signing in with the on-duty librarian— who, despite seeing nearly every morning, she could not seem to remember the name of —she sequestered herself to a computer in the far corner of the room.

Logging in with the provided password, she opened up the web browser while simultaneously digging in her bag for her journal. Opening a secondary tab from the preassigned search engine, she pulled up her seldom used email. She’d never had one until two months ago, upon finding that one was required to create an account on the forums she visited. A necessary nuisance, but one she was actually grateful for today.

The only electronic letters she’d ever received were automated notifications relating to said forums. But not today.

Today, there was a group email sitting at the very top of her inbox, headed by a user she’d joined a discussion with some days prior. The subject line said, “OPEN THIS”, and nothing else. After a moment’s hesitation, Lena clicked the message.

The body only contained one thing. A link.

Lena hesitated again, but she couldn’t positively say for what reason. At worst— she guessed —the link would lead to information she’d already found herself. At best, whatever was on the other side of that link would lead to another breakthrough.

She clicked it.

A whole new window opened up by itself, a dizzying mess of text scrawling across the screen at lightning speed until it filled nearly the whole thing, and then some. Blinking rapidly to assuage the assault her eyes had just received; she scanned the first line once she could properly read it. And then she scanned it again.

Sweet Mother of Mary.

She sat back in the creaky desk chair, taking a moment to absorb the magnitude of what was in front of her.

Someone had accomplished what she had begun. They’d created a working timeline of the Winter Soldier’s whereabouts throughout history. And it was far more extensive that she ever would have imagined. Suddenly, the theory about it being more than one person didn’t seem so farfetched. There was no possible way so many atrocities, committed so close in time to each other and yet in so many different places around the globe, could have been the work of a single man bearing the name. It simply wasn’t humanly possible.

About a fourth of the way down the list was when she first noticed it, eyes narrowing as she took in the gap. Scrolling back up to confirm her growing theory. Sure enough, she hadn’t been mistaken. While not all of the entries had a corresponding month, such as the one she’d found last night, there were enough that did to support her idea.

Every three months, he would disappear for nearly a year. No mentions, no missions. Just empty spaces in history. Gaps on a timeline.

To most, it might seem like nothing. Possibly missions not yet found or translated. Or perhaps they’d been so secret, they’d never been documented at all. Lena was quick to brush those notions aside. The gaps were too precise to be anything but deliberate. And if that were the case, what could possibly warrant such a thing? Thinking on it, she decided the answer must have lied somewhere with those responsible for holding the Winter Soldier’s leash.

Even with all the years she’d spent absorbed in the past, she’d never once heard of Hydra until two months ago, when their existence had been unceremoniously thrust into the light.

To find out just how much of a chokehold the previously unknown organization held on the world had been something of a shock. Hydra’d had their grubby fingers in nearly every pie. And judging by the recent Winter Soldier sighting, were still very much in operation. The idea was more than a little terrifying and gave her sudden pause.

It had been easy to justify her investigation of the obviously dangerous agency when she’d thought they’d been no more. But now that she knew the opposite to be true, she worried. Based on what she’d read in the reports, she couldn’t imagine they would much care for people digging into all their dirty little secrets. And she knew what happened to people they didn’t much care for.

And the absolute last thing she would ever want to do is put herself on their radar. If she wasn’t already.

No, the smart thing to do would be to cease and desist. Give up her investigation and dump her research.

She went as far as hovering the little arrow over the red X, but paused when something caught her eye. A mission, three days before the sighting in Calgary. The unknown author of the timeline had listed it as an unsuccessful scouting mission. It had only been a city away.

Scribbling down the mission report’s information in the top margin of her journal, she hastily closed out of everything and shut down the computer, moving to a different one in the next row and booting it up.

He— whoever he might be —had been close. And he’d been looking for something, something he hadn’t found. She needed to know what. To know if she was in danger.

Because her gift didn’t just work on objects.

In all of her near three decades of life, Lena Taggerty had touched another person with her bare hands but once.

She’d still been a child then, but couldn’t seem to recall an exact age. Nor could she remember the circumstances regarding the touch. What she could remember was the softness of skin beneath her palm. And what had happened next.

It had caused her to withdraw into herself, molding her into the person she was today. Someone— she didn’t know who —had warned her against using her gifts where others could see. That if anyone found out, certain people in the world would stop at nothing to have her. She wondered now if Hydra were those certain people.

Though, she couldn’t fathom what possible want they would have of her. She could do little more than glimpse into the past through touch. Hardly a skill of worth.

She spent the better part of an hour trying to find the elusive mission report, without any success. Vainly, she wished she knew the identity of the person who’d created the timeline, to ask them where they’d gotten their information. She was near desperate to know now, her mind running rampant with wild scenarios, and none of them good.

Lena tried to reason with herself. Yesterday at work was the first time in almost a year that she’d purposefully used her gift, and she was positive she’d been alone. Few ventured down into the museum’s basement, and she’d taken the time to check before she’d removed her glove. There was no feasible reason that anyone should know— that anyone should be looking for her.

But the worry never receded, not even when she reluctantly gave up her search and instead started looking up the names she’d pulled from her lockbox and started weeding out the unlikelies.

It hung over her still like a black cloud as she navigated the crowded sidewalks to the museum. By the time she’d slipped through the heavy front doors, her nerves were shot, imagined dangers lurking around every corner and in every shadow. She spoke to absolutely no one, didn’t so much as falter in her steps, until she was safely tucked away in the basement.

Breathing came easier now, as she flicked on the desk lamp, and she silently berated herself for being so ridiculous. No one was after her. It was simply a fluke, an unlikely, random coincidence. The only danger in her life was the amount of dust accumulating in her workspace. One of these days, she was going to take a feather duster to the whole place.

Pushing all thoughts from that morning firmly from her mind, she settled in her chair, running gloved fingertips over the lockbox lovingly and flipping the lid. The contents were the exact same as they’d been the day before. Removing the topmost letter first, she noted that it was still sealed, and felt slightly bad that she would be reading a private correspondence that had never reached it’s intended recipient.

The sender was one M. Nelson, which she jotted down in the work journal she kept in her desk, and addressed to a S. Samuels. No doubt she would find the true names behind those initials inside. Still, she paused. It wasn’t as though she’d never opened letters she’d found before, but something about this one felt heavy, palpable even without the direct use of her gift. It weighed her heart with grief, tears threatening to gather at her waterline.

With the gentlest of hands, she took up her letter opener and gingerly split the envelope, inspecting the inside. A single sheet of paper, filled with beautiful calligraphy, and— to her surprise —a small photograph. An entirely gorgeous woman smiled up at her in black and white, clutching an equally adorable toddler to her breast. There was a real life about the woman, her eyes practically sparkling with it, captured even in the still. Lena flipped it over to reveal two names: Anna and Teddy.

Not M. Nelson then. But yet, the sender had taken it upon themselves to include the photograph. And Lena knew that it couldn’t have been for good reasons.

Resigning herself to her inevitable heartbreak, she set the photo off to the side to focus her attention on the letter. She barely made it three lines in before her tears overtook her. She’d always wavered on the side of emotional.

Dearest Spencer,

I wish I were writing to you with better news, brother. I truly do. I know that you are fighting hard to come home to us. To Anna and Teddy. The news they bring back to us from overseas is nothing short of tragic. More and more men are sent to the front every day, and so few ever return. We pray every day for your safe return, but I wholly fear that after reading this letter, you will not wish to.

Anna and Teddy… Oh, Spencer! My entire heart weeps for you! The winter was harsh this year, as you well know from our previous letters. Anna and Teddy, they grew terribly ill. Pneumonia. Ma and some neighbors scraped what they could for a doctor, but it wasn’t enough. Spencer, my most beloved brother, your wife and son passed not two days ago. Though surely longer than that now, by the time you receive this. Ma was beside herself with how to tell you. I told her I would.

Please, brother, if you’re still reading this, come home to us. Do not let your grief make a martyr of you. They wouldn’t want that. We love you, Spencer. Truly. Just come home.

With all my heart,

Marianne

Lena was openly weeping by the time she’d finished, for a myriad of different reasons. Chief among them was that Spencer Samuels had died without ever knowing what had befallen his family. She didn’t know if it was a small blessing or not. And she wept for Marianne Nelson, who had been forced to deliver the worst possible news to her brother, knowing it might destroy him, and had begged him to come home. And in a way, Lena supposed, he had. The worst possible way.

This wasn’t the first time a piece of history had brought on the waterworks. Hank had teased her about it once or twice, on evenings where she emerged from the basement red eyed and sniffling. Said he’d never met another person who cried so much for dusty, old things.

“It’s not the things themselves that make me cry,” she’d told him. “It’s the people who held them.”

There was a memory, deep inside her, that didn’t feel like a memory at all, but rather a dream. Of someone telling her that it was alright to feel, and to express those feelings. And to never let anyone use them against her. And though she didn’t know who’d told her that, or if she’d actually truly dreamt it, the advice had stuck with her for years.

Drying her eyes with the tissues she kept handy, she carefully transcribed the letter into her journal, along with four names. Marianne Nelson. Spencer Samuels. Anna Samuels. Teddy Samuels.

She would find them, she resolved. She would find them; she would write to them. She would uncover the truth of Spencer’s death. This family had suffered enough in life— they needn’t suffer in the afterlife too.

After detailing her notes, Lena couldn’t help but find herself drawn back to the photograph. Anna was undeniably beautiful. Even without knowing him in the slightest, she could see why Spencer had married her. There was something of a softness to her, a gentleness untouched by the war-ravaged world she lived in.

Lena couldn’t rightly say what prompted her to do it. Only that, wholly without conscious thought, she had her middle finger between her teeth, sliding the glove off to brush the pads of her fingers across Anna and Teddy’s smiling faces.

As always, the effect was both immediate and disorienting. She felt of two minds, past and present, but also neither, caught somewhere in between. She experienced a rush of love for a husband she did not have, dizzying in its intensity, and something warmer, a mother’s love, for the life they had created together. But under that was a worry so deep, it stole her breath away. Forcibly recoiling her hand, she had one last errant thought that wasn’t her own— Spencer will love this.

If she’d held any doubts for Anna Samuels’ feelings for her husband, they were more than quelled now. While short courtships and fast marriages were commonplace in that era, plenty had been due to infatuation than any sort of real love. And for those war wives who’d had their soldiers returned to them, married life hadn’t always been a happy life. An awfully unfortunate byproduct of making decisions beneath a swinging sword.

Shaking the last of the echoes from her head, she replaced her glove and tucked both the letter and photograph back into their envelope. What she’d just done had not only been foolish— it’d been downright stupid. Especially in the wake of that morning’s discovery. She would have to take much better care from now on. She’d read about the nasty things Hydra’d been responsible for, and she had absolutely no interest in becoming a forced lab rat. She didn’t even like going to the doctor, for goodness sake. She would not do well as an experiment.

A shadow flickered on the edge of Lena’s vision and, against her better judgement, she turned towards it, finding the echo of Anna Samuels preparing for bed. She wore a robe and house slippers, her dark hair tied up in rags, and seemed to be rubbing some sort of cream on her face. She looked...content. A far cry from the soldier she’d been faced with the night before. She wondered now if that might have been Spencer. She sorely hoped not. He’d looked as though he’d been to Hell, and had still been trying to find his way back.

Pawing carefully through the other items of the lockbox, she located the dog tags she’d seen before and pulled them out to inspect under her lighted magnifying glass. Two of them belonged to Spencer, as she’d suspected they might. Perhaps the box itself had once belonged to him, packed with his personal effects and sent to his next of kin after his death. But the second set of tags troubled her. The U.S. Army hadn’t been in the habit of assigning duplicates apart from the original two. And the other ones were in rough shape, so tarnished and caked with nearly seventy-year-old mud, she couldn’t make out the name, only the city and state stamped at the bottom, which matched Spencer’s. So, they must have been his then. Perhaps he’d lost his originals during whatever events she’d witnessed last night and had been given new, only for the first set to be recovered later. A— while unlikely —not wholly implausible theory.

An idea struck her suddenly. A terrible, awful, foolish idea, one that could cost her job, should anyone find out.

She could just...take them.

Bring them back to her apartment tonight, scrape the mud off, give ‘em a good scrub, and have them back in the box by morning. She hadn’t filed her report on the box and its contents yet. Wouldn’t, until she’d had the chance to give everything a thorough inspection. No one would ever be the wiser.

Without giving herself the time to second guess— or even consider —her actions, she’d wrapped the tags in a few tissues and had them hidden away in a zippered pocket of her satchel.

It would only be for one night, she reasoned with herself. She’d have them back first thing in the morning, and the only one who would know what she’d done would be herself.

And when that failed to reassure her, she reminded herself that it was for the sake of history. For finding out the truth. It made her feel only a little better. She was sure she’d be a guilty, nervous wreck by the time she left for home.

Anna Samuels caught her attention then, when she suddenly whipped around and stared directly at Lena, as though she’d called the woman’s name. Her heart was well and lodged in her throat when a massive, adoring grin split Anna’s mouth, her eyes glittering with love and arms outstretched as if beckoning for an embrace.

After the initial burst of panic had receded, Lena realized that Anna wasn’t looking at her, but rather someone behind her. Someone that only Anna could see. She turned away from the strange sight of Anna hugging this invisible person, her arms wrapped around nothing but empty air like a well-executed pantomime.

It had always been a bizarre thing, watching the ghosts interact with people and objects that were not visibly present in an echo. Floating in the air as they sat or laid in beds or chairs. Speaking to themselves, one-sided conversations that she knew were really with at least one other person. And in one extremely awkward occurrence when she’d first come to work for the museum, a single man having passionate sexual intercourse without a visible partner. That one, she’d actually been grateful for. Her cheeks had been stained red for weeks. She could only imagine how much worse her embarrassment would have been, had she been privy to the entirety of their coupling.

Years later, she still remembered it so vividly, all but burned into her memory. The man’s head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as he was lost in the throes of his pleasure. The way his skin seemed to shimmer in a manner different than that of the usual ghosts, as though the gyrating thrusts of his hips left him glistening in sweat. How occasionally, his lips would move beyond that of silent moans, as if murmuring to his lover. It had been as transfixing as it had been mortifying. Before then, she’d never given much thought to people and sexual attraction. Most days, she still didn’t. Objectively, she understood what it was, but not much beyond that. And she couldn’t say for certain if she’d ever experienced such an attraction. Given her difficulty with just making friends, she’d never been much bothered by the notion. Romantic and sexual relationships were even more of a mystery to her than platonic ones.

She’d witnessed such relationships bring about wars and revolutions. Jilted lovers who murdered in the name of vengeance. Bastard children abandoned to the streets, forever slighted and looked down upon for circumstances outside of their control. Families torn apart by a spouse’s wandering hands. Entire civilizations lead to ruin.

People were so captivating, but also complex. They didn’t fit together in her head the way her artifacts did. They were constantly changing, evolving and devolving. But one thing had always remained constant. And that was the lengths they were willing to go for their people, the one’s they deemed important to them.

She’d read once about humans being pack animals, though not exclusively restricted to their own species. They were willing to bond with just about anything. Domestic animals, non-domestic animals, aliens. Hell, even robots. Humans will attempt to pack bond with anything. Lena found it sweet, in its own way. A little bit of normalized oddness.

A swift movement had her turning her head in time to see Anna plummet to the floor, hands fitted over her mouth, shoulders quaking as she coughed hard enough to loosen a lung. An icy spike of dread impaled her heart, melting into a hefty sense of hopelessness. This must be when Anna contracted pneumonia, the illness that would ultimately steal the lives of her and her son. It only strengthened her resolve to find Spencer, to finally deliver his sister’s message. And tomorrow before work, she would try and look up Anna and Teddy’s final resting place. If it was nearby, she wanted to pay them a visit. Maybe plant a flower.

She made a note to stop at the supermarket on her way home for a bulb.

<- Chapter One ✪ Chapter Three ->

Keyshia Cole Apologizes After VERZUZ Battle Drama With Ashanti, Reportedly Caught COVID-19 Before Battle

The Keyshia Cole vs. Ashanti VERZUZ Battle finally went down after being delayed several times. However, it came with drama. Keyshia was over an hour late and fans were heated about it. She’s now apologizing and explaining what was happening behind-the-scenes. There’s also a report she tested positive for COVID-19 just eight days before the battle. Get it all inside…

The long awaited Keyshia Cole vs. Ashanti VERZUZ Battle finally went down, but it came with some drama.

The battle was postponed twice because Ashanti tested positive with Coronavirus and then a spike in positive cases caused the second scheduled date to get delayed. Third time was a charm, but it started off rocky as hell.

Eager fans logged on to IG and Apple Music to finally watch two of their faves play their hits, however, Keyshia Cole was late late. She didn’t show up until an HOUR after the battle was supposed to begin, pissing fans off. Some thought the battle would get canceled a third time. As fans got antsy, Ashanti hit the stage to keep everyone entertained until Keyshia got ready.

Turns out, Keyshia wasn’t “late” to the battle. She was there, but she was struggling with technical difficulties. Fans quickly noticed how she seemingly had a bad attitude when she did finally show up:

After having an attitude, being rushy and off the liquor during the whole night, taking constant breaks and not playing many of her most important hits. This is the moment Keyshia Cole knew she lost the battle and the most important round... #20.#Verzuz #AshantiVsKeyshiaCole pic.twitter.com/uG3AZWTs5G

— Truthfully ‘THE EXCEPTIONAL’ Ruthless (@FullyCalibrated) January 22, 2021

Us: “fix your attitude “ Keyshia cole: “I don’t have a attitude “#verzuzbattle #Verzuz #versuz pic.twitter.com/WkgnHPlWcp

— Call me Joedy (@JoedyVibes) January 22, 2021

I just don’t like how keyshia came in the live with attitude like we was the ones late ion like det #KeyshiaCole #Verzuz pic.twitter.com/fMLukTkg56

— Joanna Banana (@jodgaff) January 22, 2021

In an IG Live, the “Love” singer apologized for being tardy. She said her screen was blurry and the WiFi connection wasn’t great, so her sound was off as well. She didn’t want the battle to go down like the Teddy Riley vs. Babyface battle.

“I want to apologize for not sitting my a** in that seat. OK? Because I was there and I should’ve sat down,” she said. “I should’ve just sat in the seat no matter if I felt like the visual wasn’t clear - they said my music wasn’t gonna be right or whatever it was.”

“I think, more so than anything, people wanted me to sit, be present...even though they didn’t know that I was present,” she continued.

Yeah. Actually sitting in the seat to let fans know you were actually there would have helped. She also could have just came on and explained they were having technical issues instead of not showing her face at all.

The “Let It Go” singer also wanted people to know that she was not “saucy” (drunk) during the battle. She said she didn’t have anything to drink until towards the end of the battle because it’s hard to sing while being intoxicated.

Peep her apology and explanation below:

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                      A post shared by Keyshia Cole (@keyshiacole)

The day after the VERZUZ, Keyshia’s DJ admitted there were technical issues holding Keyshia up.

“She didn’t wanna come out ‘cause her screen was blurry,” he told 97.9 The Box. “On her end, her screen was blurry. She was there on time. I seen everything. She was there, but she didn’t wanna come out because the screen was blurry and stuff wasn’t right, you know. We couldn’t hear [Ashanti’s] side, so it was a lot of technical stuff going on there.”

Check it:

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Now get this…

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                      A post shared by Keyshia Cole (@keyshiacole)

After the battle, Keyshia revealed she contracted COVID-19 just eight days before. She reportedly told TSR she tested positive for COVID-19 on January 13th and was unable to rehearse with the VERZUZ team, which likely contributed to the tech issues. The VERZUZ Battle went down January 21st.

We noticed Keyshia wasn’t wearing a mask around people in the studio, including rapper OT Genasis. The CDC recommends people to quarantine for 14 days after testing positive or being exposed to the virus.

In her IG Live, Keyshia mentioned her “illness” had nothing to do with how the battle played out.

If you didn't know, Keyshia & O.T. had beef in the past. You’ll recall, their weird beef started when O.T. released an off-key remix to Keyshia’s hit track “Love,” which he re-named “Never Knew.”

During the battle, O.T. made a surprise appearance with a performance of “Love” with Keyshia:

O.T. Genesis really just hopped into Keyshia Cole and Ashanti’s #Verzuz battle pic.twitter.com/9mNzTLyA1L

— XXL Magazine (@XXL) January 22, 2021

  Ha!

Meanwhile, Ashanti was all glammed up for the battle:

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Get into the details:

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Slayed.

Despite the drama, the battle was a success. A HUGE success that broke a new record:

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”The Keyshia Cole vs. Ashanti VERZUZ battle raked in over 8.1 million viewers across Instagram & Apple Music!”

”#VERZUZ does it again! More than 8.1 million people tuned in across Instagram and Apple Music to watch @Ashanti and @KeyshiaCole.

”We set a NEW RECORD with 6 million TOTAL Instagram Live viewers — 1.2M at one time !!”

”Thank you to everyone who tuned in (and waited) to watch the first VERZUZ of 2021. We appreciate each and every one of you!!!”

Sweet!

By the way, Ashanti dropped a new song titled “2:35 (I Want U),” which is currently available to stream on all major platforms. Keyshia will release a new single February 5th titled “I Don’t Want To Be In Love.”

Swipe through our gallery of hilarious memes that took over our timelines after the battle below! 

Photos: Keyshia's IG/Ashanti's IG

TARDY FOR THE PARTY: REACTION MEMES TO THE ASHANTI VS. KEYSHIA COLE VERZUZ BATTLE!

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Week 5 Research log pt2

Field Trip : London, V&A

Throughout the museum, I was disappointed to find that there were no displays or information on Winnie-The-Pooh or E.H.Shepard. until I reached the gift shop. which to my relief, had many things on Winnie-The-Pooh. 

Bags and Stuffed Teddies 

Framed copies of E.H.Shepard’s sketches 

Copies of A.A.Milnes first Winnie releases 

Exploring a Classic

this book immediately took my interest. due to not finding much in the rest of the museum, I was thankful to have found this, as its a book that looks through the history of Winnie-The-Pooh and his creators, followed with original drawing's for the first edition books,  manuscripts, learning about the characters, Winnies timeline, and so son. I had managed to get a good look throughout the book and took photos of any information that would be relevant to me and my essay.