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Billy Hargrove/Original Female Character Warnings: Being buried alive, Deathy stuff, Sexual innuendoes, Eventual Smut, Blood, People being mean, honestly more warnings to come. Summary: Billy wakes up sometime after dying at the hands of the mind bitch. After taking a dirt nap, Billy finds himself wondering what the actual fuck happened. He watched as some ugly bastard tried taking Max before...Kate Bush...? Started playing, and suddenly, Max was returning to the real world. He treks across the disgusting and dangerous universe that shitbird called "The Upside Down" to get back in time to help her from becoming demon meat and finds help along the way. 1,429-word count

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PROLOGUE

March 21st, 1986

My eyes burned..no scratch that; my whole fucking body burned.

Disoriented, I tried to rub the burn from my eyes, but my arms wouldn't budge. In fact, my muscles felt like they were on fire, burning from the inside out; I clenched my teeth from the pain. Teeth, oh good, At least I still have fucking teeth. There's hope for me yet.

My heart felt like it was gonna beat right out of fucking my chest from how hard it was thumping in my ribcage; I couldn't breathe; the atmosphere felt stale, and I felt like I couldn't get a full breath in; there were coming in short spurts and god my head…My brain spun inside my skull, you know, like how it feels when you go on that spinning ride, the ones at those shitty fucking fairs? Yeah, those ones.

The roaring in my ears was loud; I couldn't hear my fucking thoughts. Everything is wrong; it feels wrong. How did I get here? There was no light; I couldn't see a damn thing. I wouldn't know from an ass or a tit right now.

Minutes passed

Or maybe it was hours…

I wouldn't know.

Finally, for what felt like forever, the spinning quit, and the blood rushing in my ears was dying down. Being able to finally have some sense, I took a deep breath. Still stale.

There was a tingling throughout my body, like it was slowly coming to relax, so I tried moving my arms again, this time with some success, as I gradually raised my hands above my face.

Everything felt foreign, like these weren't my hands; this body didn't feel like mine. My fingers felt prickly as I flexed them in front of me, still unable to see anything. I felt so stiff like my body hadn't moved in a long time.

What the absolute fuck is going on? I can't remember anything; everything felt so hazy.

I spread my arms, trying to flex the painful muscles back into working condition; when my hands collided with a surface just a couple of inches above me, I thought the texture felt familiar, silk.

A silk wall? Where the fuck am I?

My anxiety increased as I blindly felt about in the dark, only to discover the wall reached around the sides and top of me too. That's definitely not good. Closed in…closed in what?

Alarmed, I thrashed around, legs and arms lashing out; as I attempted to sit up quickly, I smacked my head, slamming back down onto what I now realize is the same silk texture.

I swore, bringing my hand to my forehead. Jesus Christ, that hurt. I massaged the intense pain piercing my head as I looked around in the darkness surrounding me, hoping some light would peak through someplace.

"HELLO?! WHERE AM I?! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I shouted, my voice hoarse and cracking like I hadn't spoken in forever. I waited for any kind of sound or acknowledgment…

No reaction

I began bashing on the walls, wildly hitting anywhere I could reach. "I swear to god! When I get the fuck out of here, you're dead, you hear me? Fucking dead!!!" I persisted, my voice being swallowed up in the hollow abyss again.

Still nothing

Dropping my hands to my sides, I realize I'm alone. All alone.

Dread crawled up my spine into my chest and squeezed my painful heart; terror began to set in. My body began to shake, and every breath became more difficult as the air seemed thinner, my head reeling out of sheer panic.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Alright, get it the fuck together before you pass out from being a pussy. Deep breaths…in…out…in…out…Think, god damn it. Where was I last? As I lay there trying to recollect my thoughts, the memories hit me like a semi… everything connected. The mall…

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. NO, NO, NO. Maxine. No! I have to get out of here.

Think, Think, Think. Ugh, what I do for a damn cigarette right now. I ran my hands over my damp face trying to focus. Reaching around and patting the floor below me, I searched the space for something useful; my hand brushed against an object. Taking hold, I quickly realized what it was. A flashlight. Fuck yeah.

Fumbling to turn it on, you turned it over a few times in your hands, trying to find the switch. Switching it on, the once-dark space now lit up. Shit! I accidentally dropped the flashlight on my face shielding my eyes. It felt like a damn flash bang. Judging by the stinging it brought on, I haven't been in the light for a long time.

After rubbing at my eyes for a minute, they adjusted; Squinting, I picked up the flashlight to get an actual glimpse around. This only confused me as I looked around at my cramped position.

Wait, I'm in a fucking box.

Everywhere I looked, there were dark blue silk-covered walls. No…why does this look like a..a..fucking coffin?! I'm in a goddamn coffin. Did I die? Am I dead? Maybe it's hell then..but my heart is beating. Did I get buried alive? I need to get the fuck out of here…if I am alive, I won't make it much longer once I run out of oxygen.

Fuck.

With a jagged sigh, I placed the flashlight facing up against the side of my leg and got to work, aggressively tearing the fabric above me. Pinewood, that's good; it means I have a chance.

Here goes nothing; I dig my nails into the wood, scraping and clawing at it. Ahh fuck! Splinters embed themselves in my skin, mingling with the sweat and blood that now coats my hands. Each scrape and tear fuels my anger as I refuse to let the pain stop me. Gritting my teeth, I kept going. My knuckles are raw and bleeding. "FUCK!"

The wood cries out in protest, its fibers failing to my persistent attack. A rush of adrenaline courses through me, and anticipation fills me at the small progress. I widen the gap, creating a small opening through which dirt starts to pour in. I thrust my palms against the weakened barrier—the wood splinters and cracks under the force of distress. I widen the hole; further, my heart pounding in rhythm with each labored breath. The earth was suffocating my air.

Muscles strained and quivering, I thrust myself upward, shoulders pushing against the confining walls of the coffin. I take one final inhale of air and hold it in as soil cascades around me, breaking free of the box. Forcing my feet up, I dug through the dirt, desperately trying to find the surface. Starting to feel lightheaded from holding my breath, I hesitated.

Come on pussy; you can do it! Keep going, Your Billy fucking Hargrove. You went down on Rachel Bennett for Ten fucking minutes in the 9th grade without coming up for air. This aint shit, you can do this!

A sliver of clear surface emerged through the soil above me; the still stale atmosphere carried a hint of freshness, a promise of fucking freedom. With a final surge of strength, I broke the earth's surface, gasping for sweet fucking air.

Taking large gulps of it, I dug my hands into the ground, clawing my way out and hauling the rest of my body onto the dirt floor. There, I fucking did it. Rolling over onto my back, I looked up at the sky…er…what I thought was the sky. It was dark and raining. No, not rain..something else that made breathing a bit hard, but nothing like being fucking buried alive puts shit into perspective, I'd say.

Taking in my surroundings, something caught my eye. My name. Sitting up, I came face to face with my tombstone. I sucked in a sharp breath.

WILLIAM HARGROVE

MAR. 29. 1967

JUL. 4. 1985

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

July 4th…

Flashes of that fugly fucking monster drilling me in the chest came to mind; I frantically felt around my body for the wounds.

Nothing. There was not even a scratch on me other than my bloody and torn-up hands from climbing out of my grave.

I don't understand.

"I don't understand!"

Thunder erupts in the clouds, illustrating the red skies.

"I don't understand!" "What do you mean? I don't understand!!"

I remember. The skies..this place. This fucking place. What did I overhear Max call it?… The Upside down? Yeah, yeah, that's it.

I'm in the fucking Upside Down.

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technofantasia · 4 years

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Rise of the TMNT Timeline

Alright, by piecing together some clues from the show and making some educated guesses, I’ve put together a tentative chronology for Rise!

(Note: not all episodes are included, just a couple that either have timeline evidence or are somehow plot notable. This is assuming the canonical episode order is also chronological order.)

[EDIT] Added some more information (namely Splinter’s birthday month).

1600s-ish: The Shredder was created and sealed away September 1960: Splinter was born 1966: Splinter’s mother left (Finale part 1 flashback) 1979: Splinter left for America (Finale part 1 flashback) 1980-1984: Splinter became an action film star, dated around 1984: Splinter started dating Big Mama 1987: Splinter’s “Hot Soup: the Game” was released 1989: Splinter proposed to Big Mama, was imprisoned in Battle Nexus November 2002: April was born April-August 2003: (Presumably) Raph was born April-August 2004: (Presumably) Leo and Donnie were born April-August 2005: (Presumably) Mikey was born October 2005: Splinter and the Turtles were mutated February 2014: The first Lair Games was held 2014-2016: Donnie made his first battleshell, goggles, and tech bracer Early 2018: Piebald was flushed August 2018: Mystic Mayhem (the series begins), Down with the Sickness September 2018: The Turtle Tank was created (The Fast and the Furriest), Bug Busters, Hypno part Deux October 2018: Bullhop, Evil League of Mutants, Shelldon was first created (Smart Lair), Shadow of Evil November 2018: April’s 16th Birthday (Warren and Hypno), April meets Sunita (Operation: Normal) December 2018: Snow Day January 2019: S1 Finale February 2019: The sixth Lair Games was held (Lair Games), Repairin’ the Baron March 2019: Air Turtle April-May 2019: S2 Finale

(Reasoning below the cut!)

So. Assuming that the episodes occur in chronological order, we can reasonably assume that the course of the show proper takes around or slightly less than a year.

In Hypno Part Deux, April is going to a homecoming dance; homecoming dances happen usually around the beginning of the school year, in late September or early October. Since she is canonically 15 at the time (she says she’s 16 in Always Be Brownies, which happens after her birthday) and has a birthday that comes after homecoming, that would likely make her a high school junior! That’s not important, just a fun fact. Placing the beginning of the series around August makes sense, then, since it’d be before April started school and during flu season, giving Splinter a good reason for catching the rat flu in Down with the Sickness.

The other solid time marker we have is Snow Day, which obviously takes place during snow season in New York (which is usually December to March). It’d likely be closer to December, since I’d like to imagine that they would have gone out to have fun in the snow as soon as they could have, potentially even at first snow. Since Lair Games comes chronologically after Snow Day and confirms the year as being 2019, we can assume that most episodes that happen before Snow Day happened in 2018 while those after happened in 2019.

Another, slightly more tenuous time marker is Bullhop, where a calendar is shown that says the 21st of the month was on a Sunday; by our previous assumption, this is 2018, so a calendar shows this must have been during the month of October, which falls in line with the rest of our timeline here! Neat. The 2018-2019 NBA season went from October 6 to April 10, so, since Air Turtle presumably showed a late season game with potential for turnaround, early March seems like a fair bet. All of those episodes combined give a pretty good sense of time throughout the series, spanning from probably around August 2018 to Mid-2019. The finale could have happened any time after March and before June (when high school would end, meaning Sloppy Joe wouldn’t have had to be working Draxum’s kitchen). Because there were quite a few episodes that should have happened before the finale, though, I’ll split the difference and say the S2 finale happened in or around May.

Fun detail: by this timeline, April’s birthday is sometime between October and December/January, likely November (seeing as it comes after Bullhop but before Snow Day, and judging by the fall colors of the foliage in Operation Normal which comes directly after her birthday episode.)

As for the brothers, we can assume that they might have different birthdays judging by how in Lair Games, Mikey says that one of his favorite days is “my birthday”; if they all shared a birthday, he might have been more likely to say “our birthday”. They were mutated sometime close to October, but since they didn’t seem to see the date of their mutation as anything special in ELoM, we can assume they don’t celebrate it as their birthday. We know that at the beginning of the show, Mikey is 13, Leo and Donnie are 14, and Raph is 15; at no point during the show do any of them have a birthday, which leads me to assume that they are the same ages by the S2 finale. They COULD have had a birthday offscreen, but since birthdays are a pretty big thing for teenagers, I’d think that if one of them had a birthday it would be pretty noteworthy. I’ll just guess and say they didn’t have one. If that’s the case, then all of their birthdays would be some time between April-ish and August-ish. By the time the show starts, then, they would have already had their birthdays, confirming for us their (probably only guessed anyway but whatever) birth years as 2003, 2004, and 2005. Realistically, Splinter probably didn’t know how much older Raph was from any of the others or anything like that, but the years are still somewhat important for age calculation purposes. I could try to guess their birthday months by saying they might all have wanted a unique birthday month, but that would be complete conjecture on my part (as compared to the rest of this which is just mostly conjecture), and would honestly be more headcanon territory than an educated guess? So for the timeline I’ll just say that their birthdays are between April and August.

Now, reaching further backwards to figure out Splinter’s life timeline!

In Splinter’s memories in E-turtle Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, we see a clip of a teenage Splinter. Said “teenage splinter” looks to be on the older side of teenager, as he seems to have his own apartment and just looks older besides, so I’d place him at either 18 or 19 (leaning towards 19). Additionally, taking a look around his room, it looks like he might be using a Sony Walkman (first made in 1979), and has what looks to be a Star Wars poster on his wall (1977). Additionally, he has a TV in his room that looks to be a Toshiba Blackstripe model that was popular in the mid-to-late 70s. While I can’t tell if he does actually have a walkman or not, I’d probably place this scene as being 1978 or 1979 anyway, so let’s just say it’s 1979. If he was 19 in 1979, that would place Splinter’s birth year as 1960, which is nice and even so I’m keeping it. That would make Splinter 58-59 during the course of the show, which seems to track! He has a birthday in Mascot Melee (the turtles are buying him a new robe as a birthday present), which, according to my episode timeline, puts his birthday around early September.

The flashback of Splinter as a kid is a little bit tricky, since he looks to be about five or six judging by how he acts in the scene? But he’s also holding a Kamen Rider doll, and that show didn’t exist until 1971. I nonetheless place the scene in 1966, since this is a cartoon and hey, maybe the Kamen Rider equivalent came out a few years earlier in this world, who cares. The bottle flip challenge already apparently happened in 2014 here, why not move some other stuff around? This exercise has already had me comparing calendar days, I will not be deterred

In Many Unhappy Returns, the clapperboard for the film “Crouching Shrimp, Hidden Tiger Prawn” in Splinter’s flashback shows that it was 1984 when he first met Big Mama, meaning that he was not only Lou Jitsu by then (at just 24 years old!), but that he had been making movies for at least a few years. After all, he and Big Mama were supposedly inseparable after meeting, and in The Shadow of Evil, it’s shown that Splinter did date around a bit as a star. Assuming that rat dad isn’t the cheating type, that would have had to be before meeting Big Mama. In Fists of Furry, Splinter mentions that he hasn’t seen any of his dojos in thirty years; while he may not have meant literally thirty years on the dot, assuming he’s at least close, that would mean that he was first abducted around 1989 (age 29). At that point, he and Big Mama would have been dating for around 5 years, which seems like a reasonable amount of time for him to wait before proposing. He also would have had time to build up quite a bit of fame as a movie star; the game he had of him looks to be on a system similar to the Atari 2600 and in fact looks pretty similar to the real life game “Kung Fu Master” that came out on Atari in 1987, a year which would have been the prime of his career. Sure, that date works as well as any. After that point, we know he was imprisoned in the Battle Nexus until Baron Draxum kidnapped him in order to use his DNA to mutate the turtles 13 years before The Evil League of Mutants. That would have placed his kidnapping and their mutations at around October of 2005, judging by the monthly timeline of the show. So, Splinter would have been around 45 when he adopted the turtles, after having been imprisoned and forced to fight for ~16 straight years. Dang.

Finally, I figured that the whole deal with Shredder and Karai would have happened at some point in the 1600s as it was 18 generations ago, judging by the number of “greats” in Karai’s grandma title, and if you average out a generation to be about 20-25 years, that lands you in the range of the 15th century. That works especially because Ninja apparently first started becoming a thing in the 15th century, so the timing checks out well enough.

(and, just as an extra fun note for the timeline, the lair games was said to have been going on for 6 years as of early 2019, meaning it must have started in 2014. We see that, in 2014 (year 1 of the Lair Games), Donnie doesn’t have his goggles or battleshell and is instead wearing glasses. In 2016 (year 3), though, he looks about the same as he does in the present, meaning he must have created all his tech that he wears on him (battleshell, goggles, tech bracer) between 2014 and 2016.)

So, the above timeline is a guesstimated and shoved around compilation of all this totally meaningless investigation, typed in a form that makes some kind of chronological sense! I hope that someone finds it useful, or just fun to think about :D

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The forum, the royal court accomplished over more than 1000 years back still displayed its glory because the present day royals still respected its essence of impartial, cut throat and pure justice. They truly believed in maintaining the etiquette even though it was the 21st century now. Afterall it’s not the throne running the royal blood instead it’s the royalties running the throne. Deep meaning, serves the purpose.

The Royal Family. The name itself made people bow down to them. The royal blood, the tag not different from any ordinary but it was their ancestors what made the common man respect them. Even their generations did good deeds and strived to make their royal blood live not in the fake glory but in it’s true pride. Being it the 21st century yet the traditions of royals had still been the same. The only change was their modern attire rest everything had been passed onto to the next generations similar to that of their throne. The traditions and rituals of royals have been strict and always kept no room for opposition. The sin for argument was simply being thrown out as rogue. They had their own set of laws and rules. Everyone were abide by the laws.

The Royal court, a special established building formed for maintaining the laws and orders was created 300 years ago. The main purpose of it was to maintain decorum in the working of their bloodline and to look after the word around the world. The main person in power to make decisions being the King or the Queen. Many people believed it be injustice because the court is for justice but the monarch system was followed. But to be honest, the royals never took advantage of their crown and made sure that fair chances and justice shall be given to the victim and the guilty.

“Her Royal Majesty, the queen have marked her gracious presence in the forum. We are obliged to have her royal majesty in the evening summit of the Royal Chambers. The summit shall commence now.” The Royal secretary, the chief of the court of justice announced the mark of the yearly summit and moved back to his place while placing the book record on the table in front of her royal majesty.

The royal court, circular in inner infrastructure with the worshiped throne placed in the back centre of the room along with lines of chairs emerging from its two sides placed in semi circular outline, lining the edges of the circular shaped forum. Each chair belonging to princes, managers and secretaries. The ordinary blood victim and guilty were abandoned from entering the blood tagged forum, another established court was made for them.

“Before we start, I want every further discussed information to remain confidential in the forum and between the Princes. I hope I made myself clear now” the queen, domineering, bold and fearless demanded while examining the records, a small frown taking place over her features. She was the current queen of the bloodline, a queen without a king in her late 50s yet her glory overpowered by her dominance made people quiver in fear. The crown on her head gave birth to many renowned rulers for hundreds of years. Her face wrinkled showing her age yet her sharp features with small almond shaped intimidating eyes made people bow their heads in front of her.

“Your royal majesty, I deeply apologise for the delay but Your Royal highness, Prince Knight have not marked his gracious presence yet” the royal guard informed with a bow and marched back, leaving the forum.

“This is disrespect to the forum. Consequences will be taken against Prince Vincenzo Knight. I will personally look into this matter. The forum shall begin now” the queen ordered with a displeased expression. Her own son abandoning the forum made her blood boil. She thought of taking strict actions against him. Even if it was the 21st century, decorum of the forum and the royalty shall always remain, she thought.

“Your royal majesty, two of our companies in London are facing a major financial crisis right now. Growth rate for past two years have been increasing by 24.7% but for past few months, the loss incurred is been rising from 6% to 21.9%. The senior manager has been requesting your royal majesty to look into this matter because of the sudden loss. No exact reasons are known and the company is suffering from major crises. Other companies are doing comparatively well but the overall margins of loss are increasing every month. Financially, our companies in London, New York and Japan are requesting for our immediate help. Thank you your royal majesty” the executive secretary stated the facts and with a bow returned back to his positioned chair.

“Prince Antonio Rodriguez, what do you think of this situation?” The queen directed her attention to the Prince, the one who was the master of finances making him gain the tag of financial advisor just at the age of 23. His wisdom and knowledge unparalleled, a true prodigy of his field but the royal majesty was displeased when she found him engrossed in his phone, making her finger twitch in anger. Afterall the queen she was, she was not a person to be neglected.

“Prince Antonio!” The queen raised her voice, making your royal highness flinch a bit.

“Mom, you surprised me! Why are you shouting?Relax” he said looking up, his dark brown eyes boring into hers, the past amusement vanishing. He was piqued by her dictatorial behaviour.

“Prince Antonio where is your attention? I have been calling you”

“And I have been telling you that I am not a Prince” he pounced back.

The queen was infuriated now, her patience low as the melting point of ice.

“The Summit is dismissed for now. I want to have a word with the Princes”

The Royal Secretary, managers and the guards immediately left the forum, a cold sweat breaking down their spine, the wrath of queen was not a joke to make. Now, only the three of them were alone in the room, the third person still not making his presence seen even of when he was physically present.

“Prince Christopher, may I have your attention please” the queen mocked him. He looked up to her from his book, his dark brown eyes covered with lenses stared at his mother, void of emotions and arched a perfect eyebrow. A staring competition took place between the mother and the son, sighing he gave up and stood up from his positioned chair towards his mother who was sitting on her throne.

“Yes mom. You have all my attention now. Tell me what’s the matter”

“Chris I bet your book would be more interesting than her talk” Antonio scoffed and walked towards Christopher and stood besides him. Christopher scowled at him and gave a warning look to stop and in response the man threw his hands in air as a defeat but his eyes still challenging.

“Antonio this is not a way to talk. You need to maintain your etiquette” the queen said, curling her fingers in a tight fist, her anger clearly visible in her sharp eyes.

Scoffing, “Etiquette? Why? Why should I maintain that? I don’t want to and it’s my choice” the man was clearly disturbed by his mother. He did not like her being controlling over him. Even though she did not do anything in the past hour yet he always searched for a reason just to oppose her, afterall he knows what happens behind the royal doors.

“Antonio! I won’t hear a no. I did not ask you for your opinion! It’s my order and you have to follow that Do you get that?!” the royal majesty was now beyond angry, she liked submission and despised domination over her, her hand tightly holding the handle of the throne now.

Antonio was about to pounce back but Christopher immediately placed his hand on his shoulder and stopped him. The man gave a warning look to Chris to stop and let him go but Chris shook his head and asked him to calm down. Antonio was actually a chilled out person but sometimes anger would take the best of him whereas Christopher was quite opposite to him, being quite, composed, but not shy, his dating history was longer than Antonio. He was the calmer and composed one in the Princes. The master of general knowledge. A book worm in particular but with a sharp wit.

“This is not the right time Nio. Stop okay? We need to discuss about him first” Chris whispered to the man besides him, calming him down but his features turning tense with the mention of him.

“She would never agree” the man whispered back to his brother, traces of pain visible over his features. They truly knew their mother.

“Let’s jus-”

A loud bang was heard interrupting their conversation. The huge antique carved door which was above 25 feet long was banged open, viewing a man in all black biker outfit clad tightly to his body, showing his muscular lean body paired with black boots, his one hand holding his helmet and the other pulling his hair back.

“Our queen was missing you a lot Vince! Show her your gracious presence your Royal highness” The past pain vanishing, Antonio mocked but in playful way earning himself a scowl from the man.

“What’s up with people scowling today” he whispered to himself.

“Vincenzo this is not how you should dress and behave in the forum. Do I need to make you all learn your manners?” The queen was clearly annoyed with his sons. Their behaviour and manners were questioning her upbringing.

The man did not reply and simply walked towards his positioned chair and unzipped his jacket and threw on the chair, revealing a tight black tee clasped on his body showing off his strong firm abs.

“Vincenzo! Do you hear me? I am talking to you!” The queen shouted in the forum, making her voice echo. The man did not even budge, he was busy removing his watch and wiping off the sweat from his head.

Christopher nudged Antonio and with his head motioned him to move back. Both the brothers moved to a corner, Christopher started reading the record book kept on the nearby table, a true bookworm he was whereas Antonio crossed his arms and was enjoying the show with a smirk. He knew what was coming next.

The queen was very annoyed now, she strode towards Vincenzo and pulled his arm to face him towards her but immediately the man harshly pulled his arm back with a deep scowl on his face, his eyes fuming making the queen turn even more mad.

“Don’t you dare show me your eyes, you better know your place”

“I definitely do. Queen” the man spoke for the first time he entered, venom lacing his last words.

“I am your mom rig-”

“You have lost that title years ago for me” Vincenzo beat it to her, his eyes burning in agony, the one buried for many years. Christopher immediately diverted his attention to the scenario unfolding in front of them. He looked at Antonio and both shared a bit surprised look. It was not new for them to hear this, but after years they have heard that sentence.

“As much as you try, you can’t change the fact that I am your mother Vince” the queen replied, devoid of any emotion. Her mind completely blank.

“Don’t call me that, I hate to hear it from your mouth” Vincenzo took a threatening steps towards his mother but the queen she was, her legs stood still, her eyes fuming now at the insult.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she said,

“Then what do you want me to do?”

“I want to see regret in your eyes”

“And what if you don’t my beloved son” she smirked, evilness visible in her eyes.

“I will make you, your royal majesty” he smirked back.

She threw her head back and started laughing viciously, clapping loudly.

“Tsk tsk tsk, How would you do that son? Making air castles hun? You know that I am your queen right? The ultimate power. You won’t be able to go above me dear” a complete evil rant, it was not new for them to hear because they truly knew her colours, she was about to continue her evil motives but immediately the man’s next words froze everybody in the forum. The two brothers at the corner completely surprised and the fearless, dominating royal majesty going completely blank, a shiver running down her spine. And that was the last thing she wanted.

“What if I free him queen?”

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stattieboi · 2 years

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Adventurer's Log - 4

:( March 21st 2022 1:31am

It's been a long time since I've adventured. I didn't want to be alone, so I decided to do nothing instead, but in the end I ventured out on my own.

I was very unsatisfied with how the grass was growing in the sheep farm. Because of the rainbow order or the pens, I have plenty of red wool at my disposal, but I'm going to have to wait a long while more before I can say the same for my white sheep. I thought to track down more Enderman and kill them for their grass blocks, but it rained a lot, and even when it wasn't raining, I couldn't find hide nor hair of them. So I just contented myself to make several trips to the lighthouse with the red and white I had. Whenever I saw wild sheep, I sheared them too, so I got a lot of my white wool that way. I made about three trips back and forth to the lighthouse I believe. On the side I tried to fix my Nether Portals, but Whatever I did, it didn't work. They're still broken. It could be worse though. Anyway, I made a fair amount of progress on the lighthouses stripes. I also filled in the second levels floors. I'm not sure how to decorate it all though.

On about my fourth trip to the lighthouse, I was confident I knew the way without my map. Apparently I was wrong, because I found myself distracted by a shipwreck! I got some cool loot from it, some sorely needed iron, some Lapis Lazuli and some enchanted armor. I did die like three times in my pursuit of the loot, which sucked, but I pulled through. And it lead to even more cool loot when I kept exploring the area.

A little beyond the shipwreck, ended up at the spruce island I've found before (also on accident lol). I was still planning on ending up at the lighthouse at some point, so I turned right and traveled up the coast for a bit. I wasn't planning to get out of the boat, but I was passing a lot of coal, so I decided to just yolo it and mine some. I must have the worst best brain, cause after mining the coal, I discovered a secret chest hidden under the ore! Inside was a potion of water breathing, three iron ingots, some chainmail armor, a heart of the sea and a diamond!!! Not only was this SUPER surprising, but I'm so happy I found a diamond, because now I have all the ingredients to finish my enchanting table!!!

I explored a bit more on the way home, and found some new berries on the way too. I was chalk full of resources, so I wanted to make sure I got home safe. In the end I managed it, although I had a few close calls with some Drowned. At this point in my adventure, I've forgotten all about the lighthouse for now. I was just discovering that there was a lot more to this world than I let myself believe. And on top of that, these new islands are super close to my home island! I want to rally my friends and go adventuring with them soon. I spent the rest of my evening trying to map out some of the new nearby areas, as well as my own island. I love that all the hard work I've put into my home shows up on the map. It fills me with pride.

In the future, I hope to explore more of the surrounding islands with my buddies, and map them and gather resources in the process. I also hope I can track down some Endermen so I can steal their grass blocks and therefore help my sheep farm be productive. Finally, I hope to add more to the lighthouse Dovah started. Working on it always reminds me of him, so I love working on it.

I am sleepy now. Dogs are cute. Goodnight!

- *Stat*

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doof-doofblog · 3 years

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"You Can't Even Say It, Can You?!"

Double Episode Post

Monday 29th March 2021 - Tuesday 30th March 2021

Hello again everyone! Hope you're week is going well so far! I apologise for being so late, but this post is going to cover this week's Monday and Tuesday episodes, that way I will be completely up to date! Unfortunately I do have plans for the rest of the week so I probably won't be posting again until next Monday, where of course I'll post double episode posts just to make sure I've caught up with you all! I just want to say thank you for your patience and support, it really does mean the world!

Anyway, let's jump straight into it, so much drama happening right now! The first thing I have to mention first is Whitney, Kush and Gray! After the way Gray had spoken to them the night before, but Whitney and Kush appear to be discussing Gray's behaviour. Kush completely believes that Gray was out of order for talking to Whitney the way he did, especially considering she's been at his every beckon call looking after his kids over the last few months! But Whitney seems to stick up for her friend, claiming that he's been through a tough time and it's understandable why he'd be stressed out. I'm glad that Kush is slowly noticing Gray's flaws, only ever so slightly though!

Later on, Whitney goes to visit Gray but interestingly before she arrives we see Gray pull out some kind of piece of jewellery from his blazer pocket, at first I wasn't too sure what this was for, was it Chantelle's? Was it the piece of jewellery that had gone missing? Or was it for something else completely?! As Whitney finally arrives, Gray happens to mention that he has a work Gala event to go go, but he doesn't appear to be in the mood, considering he used to go with Chantelle every year. Oooooo Gray is really good manipulator isn't he?! It's blatantly obvious that he's dropping hints, informing Whitney that he doesn't want to go, so of course Whitney offers to attend the event with him and be his plus one, and of course Gray is ever so thankful and appreciative of her for suggesting such a thing, but what else makes it more creepy - when Whitney mentions she has nothing to wear for the event so Gray give her one of Chantelle's dresses to wear!

As Whitney is at home getting changed, Kush walks in to find her wearing the dress. Needless to say she does look stunning in it, but as Whitney admits it's actually Gray's deceased wife's dress she's wearing, makes her feel incredibly uncomfortable! I mean it's no secret that Gray has fallen for Whitney, but is it some kind of twisted ploy to replace Chantelle?! Who knows?! Kush is absolutely baffled when he learns about the dress and states that Gray must be going insane! What normal person would do such a thing?! But regardless of the slight concern, Whitney still tries her best to stick up for Gray, claiming that he's still a grieving man and dealing with a lot of stress. Kush seems to understand that his girlfriend is just doing Gray a favour, which of course she is - little do they know that it means something more for Gray.

Ooooh so the piece of jewellery that Gray had earlier he had actually bought for Whitney?! Was this all part of his plan? Or was it only going to be an apology gift for the way he spoke to her the previous night?! Gosh, my mind is asking all sorts of questions! Don't you guys find it incredibly creepy?! It's like Gray almost has this slight obsession with Whitney and knowing that she's dating Kush, seems to really grate on him! It's almost as if he can't have her, no one can! Eventually Gray and Whitney make their way to the Gala event, and it seems as if everyone's eyes are turned towards Whitney, but not so much in a good way. Not even a year after his wife's death - technically, it's only been just over 6 months - people are concerned that Gray has moved on ever so quickly from his deceased wife, plus the fact that Whitney was once his client makes it even more weird!

One of the main highlights for me was during the event, it was clear to see that Whitney was getting bored of out her skull! As she spots Gray speaking with colleagues, she approaches him claiming that she's been doing the "Signal" for a good while, but Gray pathetically apologises claiming that he thought she'd just had an itchy nose! It's clear that she isn't enjoying herself and has concerns about people staring at her! But the most brilliant part of that scene was the look on Whitney's face after realising what she had just eaten after being offered a canape' - snail!!!!! That was a hilarious and a very relatable moment, brilliant acting from Shona McGarty! She's truly brilliant!

After a small chat with Gray and a quick goodbye, Whitney finally leaves the event - much to her relief, but to her surprise, Kush is sat outside the club waiting for her. As they share a portion of chips together on the side of the road, it's funny to see how comfortable they are together as Whitney lets out a burp! It's a funny moment which they both laugh at, even though I never saw this connection before, it's clear to see that they feel truly comfortable with each other, it's a relationship that I never thought I'd actually enjoy, but yes Kush and Whitney have always been good friends, but being in a relationship - it just works! As they continue to laugh at Whitney's actions, Kush makes an interesting response that they're like an old married couple - now this is what I didn't see coming - Whitney does the most amazing, honourable thing and gets down on one knee and proposes to Kush. He is totally stunned by her question, but accepts her proposal and they both hug with pure excitement and happiness! I truly felt that this was a beautiful moment, I know it's not traditional for the lady to pop the question, but it is the 21st century, why shouldn't women propose to their loved ones, I'd love to see it more often!

Of course, Gray has no knowledge about Whitney and Kush's engagement, but the interesting thing is when he returns from the Gala, he removes his wedding ring from his finger! Like, why?! Is he really over Chantelle already?! It's not until the following day when Whitney arrives at his place to take care of the kids that Gray eventually finds out. Whitney begins to explain that she was going to text him when she got home, which kind of puts a small smile on Gray's face, making him think she was going to thank him for a lovely evening or something, but it turns out she was just going to tell him about her and Kush's engagement! As Gray learns the news, you can see he has to put on a front, claiming that he's thrilled for both of them, but deep down - we know he's not as thrilled as he makes out, deep down, he's seething! As everyone gathers at Ruby's club to toast the happy couple, Gray arrives late but once again he can't help but be completely manipulative! As he steps to the bar, Kush approaches him saying that argument from the other day has been forgotten about, but Gray seems to be really sly, claiming that he's luckily to have Whitney - stating that she'd be willing to wait for him to get out of prison and they may be able to walk up the isle in about 4 or 5 years time! Ooooo, he's so conniving isn't he? What do we think will happen for Whitney and Kush, will they be able to get married before he goes to prison? Or is something even more devastating going to happen?!

The second thing I have to mention is Sharon! Now she's moved out of the Vic, I have been wondering where she's been staying, it turns out that she has moved in next door to the Slaters! To be fair, I was wondering where she had gone, whether she had moved in with someone, but turns out that she's managed to get herself her own place. Unfortunately having the Slater's as her neighbours is the price she's had to pay! She happens to mention to Callum that she's desperate to have a new start for her son, Albie! Realising that she's had to depend on Phil for a few things in her life, she take the opportunity to approach him about becoming a part of his money laundering business, regardless of giving her son somewhere to live, she needs to have some kind of business opportunity for her son, to provide for him, but also for something for her son to be proud of.

As much as Phil is willing to help his old friend out, Ben can't seem to understand how his Dad is still clinging to straws where Sharon is concerned. I guess I can understand Ben's concern, he clearly doesn't want his Dad to be made a fool of again. He makes the valid point that Sharon would never had ended up in this mess if she hadn't have slept with Keanu in the first place. In an attempt for once and for all keep Sharon away from his Dad, Ben takes it upon himself to confront her, but Sharon - being the vixen that she is, gives just as good as she gets, claiming that no one would even bat an eye-lid at Ben if he didn't share the same surname as his Dad! But interestingly, Ben gives her some food for thought, which leads to Sharon changing her mind about being involved with Phil's business. She approaches and Phil and claims she wants something that Albie can be proud of, she's had to confide in Phil for too long now and she needs to do things her way, for her son - which I think is perfectly reasonable and understandable!

The next day, she's look through the paper for all sorts of business opportunities, but as does so, she happens to over hear Peter and Kheerat talking about fitness! Could this be something that Sharon could look into? As Peter arrives home, looking worse for wear - I genuinely can't tell whether he's been for a run or whether he's been out getting pissed again - however, Sharon approaches him with an idea of getting into fitness. But Peter, being the immature male that his is, scoffs at the idea of Sharon wanting to get involved in fitness. She stands her ground though and claims that she doesn't want him to train her, but somehow grow a business in fitness, to which Peter sarcastically responds by questioning that she's wants to become a Personal Trainer?! Realising she's not getting anywhere with Peter, she seems to visit an old venue of the Square, something which I always thought got turned into "Ruby's". We see Sharon look at her phone and contact Jack, purposing that she has a business opportunity for him, but we can see that she's stood beside a business of building of some kind named "Ronnie!" - was this Ronnie's club or something before she passed away?! I can't remember what this piece was, if anyone can remind me, I'd love to find out! What could Sharon's next business be?!

The next thing on my list is the Slater's - mainly Lily for a change this time! Can I just say how brilliant it is to see the young actors and actresses being in the centre of a story for a change? After learning that her Mum is going to be going to prison, Lily can't seem to understand why her Nan isn't doing anything to help. Poor Jean has so much on her plate right now, she's having to deal with her terminal cancer and the fact that her daughter is going to prison. Interestingly, she happens to mention that this day happens to be Stacey's final day of freedom! Does this mean she'll be going to prison or going to trial very soon?!

Meanwhile, in another part of the Square, Billy and Honey are waiting to hear news about Janet's audition, eventually both Lily and Will happen to meet up on the Square, together they share stories about their families being at each other's throats. Lily confiding in Will about her Mum going to prison, the fact she called Ruby her "Wicked Step-Mum" was brilliant! But Will also informs her that his family isn't as different, as he's having to cope with his Mum and Dad bickering over his Mum's new relationship with Jay - it seems these two youngsters have more things in common than I realised. They both have dysfunctional families! To cheer his friend up, Will invites Lily to the celebratory party that's been planned for Janet.

As Lily and Will observe the events and discussions taking place in front of them, Lily questions whether Billy and Jay are rowing or actually being civil with each other, but the next thing that Will says seems to play on Lily's mind. He mentions that since Honey had her fall, both Jay and Billy have been nice to each other, mainly because they've had no choice. As Janet arrives for her surprise party it's revealed that she's been given the job for the ad campaign. As Lily returns home, Will's words play on her mind. She finds herself at the top of the stairs, she can overhear her Mum and Jean discussing what's going to happen over the next few days. Suddenly we hear a horrendous scream, Lily is seen lying almost unconscious at the bottom of the stairs. The poor girl has thrown herself from the stairs in an attempt to stop her family from arguing. Will she be okay?!

The final thing I need to mention is Mick and Frankie! After trying to get to know his daughter a lot better, he's come to learn that Frankie hasn't got her driver's licence yet. Determined to teach his daughter to drive, he takes Frankie out in the car, unfortunately things don't go to plan when the car seems to pack in! As much as Frankie tells her Dad not to worry, Mick begins to feel distraught, considering the fact the he hasn't been there for her as a child, he's eager to be there for her now she's come into his life. Eventually they manage to get the car starting again, however they're met with another issue when a car-park attendant places a ticket on the windscreen of the car.

As much as Mick tries to co-operate with the attendant, things only seem to escalate when he's accused of being a repeat offender. Mick admits he's taught his other children to drive in the exact same way, but the car-park attendant seems to really insult him by claiming he's broken the law numerous amounts of times. As Mick appears to lose his patience, he rips the ticket off the windscreen and throw it back at the attendant, poor Frankie is silent as she watches the events happening in front of her, luckily she thinks on her feet, gets into the car, starts the engine and reverses quickly for her Dad to jump in! In Mick's shock at her driving skills, he lunges into the car and they speed off before the car-park attendant can do anything else.

As they get home they determined to try again, but I have to say I love Frankie's humour! Claiming that she'd make a brilliant get away driver, she hilariously puts on a pair of tights over her head to play the role! After another successful driving lesson, it looks as if the car seems to have another issue, as Mick continues to see to the car, his phone begins to ring. Frankie finds it, claiming it's a bloke called "Tom" - however Mick informs her to ignore the call, instantly Frankie is suspicious and begins to question her Dad, however Mick seems to make a comment which doesn't sit well with Frankie, claiming she's "Beginning to sound like her Mother!". Frankie is deeply hurt by this comment and walks away, making Mick realise he's said the completely wrong thing!

In a desperate attempt to make it up to her, he follows and claims that the bloke he ignored the phone call from was someone he was meant to speak to revolving around his sexual abuse as a child. Frankie completely understands and Mick states that because she's his daughter, she will be a Carter! As they return to the Vic, Frankie appears to be confronted by old school bullies who seem to have tracked her down after hearing the news about her Mum. Mick however seems to seething after hearing everything they're saying, but Frankie is proves that she is more than capable of looking out for herself, putting the bullies right in their place, which leaves a huge smile on Mick's face, she truly is his daughter! Only as they try again when she's behind the bar, Mick takes his chance to step in, however when he informs them to stop hassling Frankie her referrers to her as his "Staff" and not his daughter! This clearly upsets Frankie as she comes realise that even though she's longing to become a part of his family and become a real "Carter" - Mick finds it really hard to call her his "Daughter!" - even though he's said it directly to her, he can't seem to admit it to other people!

I really hope that Mick will overcome this fear of admitting who Frankie really is, if he's has any hope of building a relationship with her, that is the first thing he's going to have to do! I know I've said it once and I'm going to say it again, I really can't wait for Nancy to return, I'm really excited to the see the sister dynamic between Nancy and Frankie, it's going to be brilliant! What do you think of the soap so far? If there are thoughts and opinions you'd like to share, please feel free to leave me a comment or message, I'll always take the time to respond! Thank you all for your on-going support! Love you all xXx

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i feel like there are honestly good arguments either side for the existence of homophobia & transphobia in ATLA.

on the one hand there are instances of subtle homophobia & transphobia in dialogue in the show itself (episode 4 on kyoshi island did involve a few ‘man in a dress’ jokes with Sokka, for example, or characters who aren’t gender conforming - e.g. toph and aang - sometimes get stick from that from other characters, and this especially comes to a head in Ember Island Players) and certainly, there’s an established gender binary in the world of ATLA if we strictly follow what’s said and done. on the other hand, I totally respect a desire to remove that context from ATLA, especially given, for example, homophobia & transphobia not existing in a similar extent in the cultures that ATLA is often based upon (imperial China, for example) compared to 21st century US America, the context in which ATLA was made, by largely white US Americans.

I think for me though, my sticking point is usually how in fanon/fanfiction, there’s a tendency to depict the Fire Nation as being “more progressive” especially compared to the Water Tribes (who are rather overtly, canonically, misogynistic, unfortunately), which really deeply irritates me. Firstly, this attitude tends to lean into this (western) ideology of that history marches forwards towards progression & that the technological progress that the FN displays comes hand-in-hand with ideological progression (which is imperialist propaganda quite honestly and fails to recognise that the material wealth the FN has is stolen), and seeing people lean into that inadvertently... very annoying. But also, secondly, I feel like it fails to realise that the FN, absolutely canonically being a society with class division, and class hierarchy, and structures of oppression in place, will be more likely to have other dynamics/axises of oppression than the Water Tribes. even if it just exists for the nobility in practice, marriage is key to securing wealth in a feudal system, which means there is a degree of enforced heteronormativity and cisnormativity for the noble classes (oh sure they might have consorts etc. or whatever but they’ve still got to reproduce and secure their future for their descendants) that simply won’t exist in a place like the SWT, where there is not the same class division, and there’s no strong evidence that marriage & succession through families even exist. Even if gay marriage is not out-and-out banned in the FN, I have real difficulty conceiving of Zuko and Azula not being affected by homophobia/transphobia because as heirs to the throne there will most likely pressure to secure an heir, continue the dynasty, etc. that maybe the normal citizens, in the best-case-scenario least homophobic FN, probably won’t have to content with.

I also have real difficulty and strongly object to fan narratives which depict, for example, Sokka or Katara being more homophobic than Zuko and Azula, as they end up depicting the SWT as “backwards” and lean into racist narratives there. Arguably you’re fighting against canon here because there’s canonically, unfortunately, misogyny in the Water Tribes exists (which I think is an unfair and arguably racist depiction of inuit and indigenous communities more generally but that’s another post), but even then the idea of Sokka and Katara being less homophobic just doesn’t genuinely make sense to me for the reasons outlined above - sure, there might be clearly delineated gender roles, but there’s no pressure to marry/reproduce in the same manner as FN nobility.

I have tended, sort of as a knee-jerk reaction, tended to have gone “psh of course the FN is homophobic, are you kidding”, but maybe that’s a little reactive of me and not really fair? I think for me, though, what I think should be key is that however bad the Water Tribe is, the Fire Nation shouldn’t be better.

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blainebigbang · 4 years

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Blaine Big Bang 2020: Posting Schedule

It’s finally here!

Tomorrow kicks off the Blaine Big Bang 2020!

Every other day, throughout the month of February, Blaine fans will be greeted with a new 25K+ fic of Blainey goodness from our 16 amazing authors and artists! Congrats to our participants!

Please see below the cut for the complete schedule:

February 1st - take my picture now (shake it 'til you see it) Author: Civillove Artist: Kanversrph Blaine likes to call this part of his life as being 'the flavor of the month'. While he enjoys being a successful model, he feels like the industry keeps taking little pieces of him. When he meets Sebastian, a nature photographer, he feels like he might get those pieces back.

February 3rd - Nothing Can Keep Us Apart Author: TeddysHoney Artist: Riverance Blaine is a Prince whose father was killed by King Burt's army. Blaine lives with his mother near King Burt's castle. One day, Prince Kurt sees him drawing water, and Kurt sneaks into the village to meet Blaine. They see one another in secret for a while. A war begins, however, and Blaine must go and fight. Kurt looks for him every day, waiting for him to return. He has no idea that Blaine has been captured by the enemy or that he's waiting for his brother to help him escape certain death. Once the war is over, Burt decides it is time for Kurt to find a mate. No one is good enough in Kurt's eyes, however. After realizing that Blaine may not be coming home and a pleasant evening spent in the arms of another man, Kurt sneaks off into the woods to cry, convinced he'll have to marry someone else and that Blaine is dead. Blaine surprises him in the forest, and, having convinces an indebted priest to marry them, the two are wed. Instead of returning to the castle, however, they decide to fend for themselves in the lawless forests surrounding the kingdoms. February 5th - Ships That Pass In The Night Author: Delightful_Fear Artist: JudeAraya Blaine has a great life, with people packing into his piano bar six nights a week as they sail to some of the most beautiful places in the world. He’s not lacking for beautiful men to share his bed either. Why would meeting the aloof counter-tenor in a touring Broadway group change anything?

February 7th - Life in Repair Author: Room108 Artist: SeblaineAddict In the wake of his most recent break-up with Kurt, Blaine returns home to Lima to lick his wounds and reclaim some measure of happiness. An unexpected opportunity to travel to Thailand with former friend (and sometimes nemesis) Sebastian Smythe, proves to be just the salve he needs. As their bond strengthens through the ups and downs of life on the road, Sebastian and Blaine revisit their lingering spark from high school and must decide whether it’s worth re-igniting or if it will be snuffed out for good.

February 9th - Bicycle Patrol Unit Author: Carmelcoffeeaddict Artist: Lallagoglee When NYPD bicycle cop, Blaine Anderson, begins to fall for Kurt Hummel - the gorgeous man that he first notices jogging through the park during Blaine's patrol - it causes a rift between him and his patrol partner, Sebastian Smythe.

February 11th - The Silver-Scaled Mark Author: Jayhawkwrites Artist: Michaelscribbles Blaine is a half-elf living in a town of full-blooded elves. He doesn’t fit in and is bullied almost daily for his heritage. One day Blaine finds solace in the library and later finds a book that talks about the magic in his world. He is drawn to it and wants to learn all he can. After Blaine has consumed all of the books in his town, he goes off to college to become a wizard so that he can help protect those that are not able to adequately defend themselves. Once he has graduated, he finds that he and several companions are part of a prophecy that will help unite the races in his world. February 13th - Out of the Blue Author: Lilyvandersteen Artist: Redheadgleek Kurt organises a fake wedding for Brittana to get presents from random billionaires. Cooper is one of those invited, and he shows up with his brother in tow. Sparks fly, but not of the good kind. Enemies to lovers, anyone? With a slight Pride and Prejudice vibe?

February 15th - Let It Be Me Author: Darriness Artist: Usurix It's been three years since Blaine fell in love with Kurt but between college, jobs, social lives, and parenting his twelve-year-old sister, can Blaine manage it all?

February 17th - Wouldn't Change A Thing Author: Slaydiest Artist: Datshitrandom One the eve of his junior year at Dalton, Blaine’s dad kicks him out of the house, dumping him at the bus stop, cutting him off, and leaving him homeless. This is the story of how he survives, meets Kurt, and ultimately triumphs. February 19th - Here You Come Again Author: Kaianieves Artist: Kanversrph It's senior for Blaine, and just when things should be falling into place, he finds them falling apart. He's got a crush- hopefully nothing more than that- on his best friend, and a dance that he would rather do anything other than plan. Blaine's conflicted- should he sit out, be miserable and hope that this year passes by in a blur? Or should he embrace it, enjoy it and maybe even shoot his shot? February 21st - A Very Seblaine Christmas Author: MrsTotten Artist: SeblaineAddict Blaine loves his family and friends, he really does. But after a bad break up they just won’t leave him alone it doesn’t matter that everything else is going great, everyone is fixated on whether he is finally dating again. None of this is helped by his ex fiancé proposing to his new boyfriend at top of the rock and now all anyone can focus on is blaine love life or lack thereof. And now he’s heading home for the holidays. A whole week of crazy family, new directioners and so he tells a tiny white lie, that his new boyfriend his joining him for Christmas. Whilst waiting on a delayed flight and trying to figure out how to break the truth to everyone he bumps into the last person he expected to see, the flirty, charming green eyed ex warbler who was always able to find a way under his skin. Over a whiskey and a catch up an idea forms and Sebastian agrees to be his fake date for the holidays. But as Sebastian finds himself engulfed in the warm, happy madness of Blaine’s family and friends and warbler reunions, Blaine starts to see a new side to his old friends and as ex boyfriends, meddling friends and well meaning family start to get involved. This fake relationship could end up being the most real thing these crazy boys have.

February 23rd - broken glass sparkling Author: Merengs Artist: Purpleyin A year abroad. A chance to get away, put on hold all the issues he still needs to resolve and maybe find the bits of himself he thinks he’s lost. So Blaine takes it. February 25th - It's Not Easy (Being Stuck With Me Tonight) Author: Xhorizen Artist: Thegreatgothamrewatch Blaine had the perfect life – He was married to the man of his dreams, they lived with their best friend in the greatest city in the world, and he had everything he had ever dreamed of. Never mind the crippling depression and anxiety he dealt with each day he failed to book a job, and the lack of happiness he had in his marriage. One night, everything gets turned upside down and everything Blaine thought he knew was gone. How will he manage to pick up the pieces and try to make sense of his life again? February 27th - Is There a Twelve Step Just For You? Author: Thenameisbritney Artist: Datshitrandom "He was still the same short, nerdy Blaine Anderson he’d always been. An easy target for school bullies everywhere. Kurt was the popular co-captain of the Cheerio’s, looking down on his kingdom like a fair but firm ruler. No one was on his level, certainly not a peasant like Blaine." Or Blaine tries to tell Kurt that he has a crush on him but accidentally ends up asking for a makeover instead. Oh, dear. February 29th - The Dalton Military Academy Warblers Author: Julia3132 Artist: CinnamonT Blaine Anderson is 2nd son of richest man in the world Winston Anderson. A devastating injury brought him back to Ohio where he disappeared into the family's massive estate. Society doesn't see him again until 2 years later, when after the death of Winston, he shows up at Dalton Military Academy, a place he is totally unsuited for. Sebastian Smythe is Captain of Dalton’s elite 1st Squadron and everything Blaine wants to be…dashing, debonair, comfortable in his own skin. A real James Bond. What Blaine doesn’t know is Sebastian is actually a member of the secret organization and Blaine is his mission...Find out the truth behind Blaine's arrival at Dalton and determine whether or not it has anything to do with his father's unexpected death. March 2nd - Love, Blaine Author: Gleefuldarrencrissfan Artist: Klainiac Blaine Anderson is a typical teenager. Except he’s not because he’s hiding a huge secret. He’s gay. But after reading a confession on the informal Dalton blog, he discovers that he’s not the only closeted boy at Dalton. After a moment of courage, he emails him and ultimately starts up a friendship that will change life as he knows it. Loosely based on the movie Love, Simon.

#Blaine Big Bang 2020 #BBB 2020 #BBB 2020 Posting Schedule #Blaine Anderson #glee fic

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catsafarithewriter · 4 years

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“Aww, I always knew you could be a romantic! How are you hide this from me!” I imagine Louise saying this to baron when setting up a date with Haru for the first time or Louise saying this to Persephone on their first date. Either one basically. Also love your The Bureau Series so amazing!!!!😍😍😍👍👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👍👍👍

A/N: Thank you! This went through several variations and AUs, before I settled on just a generic ficlet, inspired by the date scene out of Thor: The Dark World.

(Human Baron is - as usual - based on @letterstoathens‘ design, because I love floofy Baron! His fashion choices come from the manga, although the polka dot tie turns up in both the manga and WotH.)

There was a strange human standing in the Bureau, and Louise could already tell this flying visit was going to evolve into chaos.

She could usually handle chaos. Chaos was the natural state of the universe, after all, especially after she had dropped by, but, even so… Her brother carried a certain kind of chaos that was usually compounded by his own tendencies to overthink and then overreact. If he was lucky, in that order.

As the Bureau doors swung shut behind Louise, the man looked up and she saw bright green - familiar - eyes.

“Humbert?”

He fumbled with the hideous bow tie he was knotting, and jumped like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Louise?”

Maybe she should have visited before now.

She marched over to the desk he was standing before, and pointedly looked her brother up and down with a raised eyebrow. “What is this?” she asked. “What is going on?Why are you…” she gestured to him in general, “human?”

Humbert hesitated. “Would you believe me if I said this was a mid-life crisis?”

“We’re immortal, Humbert. We don’t have a mid-life to have a crisis over.” She gave him another sweeping look. “At least, you were immortal…”

“It’s a temporary shape-shifting spell, Louise. Just enough for a couple of hours, nothing more dramatic than that.”

“Sure, but why do you even need to be human, unless…” She trailed off, and for the first time, looked beyond his immediate humanness. He wasn’t wearing his usual grey suit, instead opting for a sleeker, more understated black suit, offset by a yellow waistcoat and that awful polka dot bow tie. He had forgone fighting with it, and was now attempting to rein in the new challenge of hair - curly, ginger hair that didn’t behave anything like fur, much to his dismay. His movement was precise and curt, but Louise had known her brother long enough to recognise the undercurrent ebb of nerves. “Are you going on a date?” she demanded.

His hair slipped loose from his grip, and he scowled at her. “How did you even–”

“You are! Oh, this is adorable!”

“Louise–” He cut off as Louise abruptly squeezed his face between her hands.

“You’re in love?With a human? Tell me all about them!Where did you meet them?What are they like? Do they know you’re a Creation?Why didn’t you tell me about this before–?”

Humbert swiped her away, and consciously tucked back the hair that had fallen over his eyes. “I don’t have time for this–”

“What you don’t have time for is for me to not fix up your appearance. I mean, really, when was the last time you went out socially into the Human World? Never mind, that top hat says it all. You want my advice–”

“No.”

“–lose the top hat. And the cane. It’s not 1885 anymore, so unless you’re meeting this human at a renaissance fair, you need to look like you’ve at least heard of the 21st Century.”

Humbert watched, visibly nonplussed, as Louise vanished into the back room and started rootling through his wardrobe.

“So,” she called, “are you going to tell me about this person or not?” She poked her head back out when he didn’t immediately respond. “Oh, don’t sulk. This is exciting! The last time you dated someone, it was called courting and it required a chaperone.”

Humbert glowered, but relented. “Her name is Haru, and we met on a case.”

Louise’s head appeared at the door again. “A client? You’re dating a client?”

“Ex-client,” Humbert stressed. “And, technically, we’re not dating.”

“But you want to.”

“Would you let me finish?”

“Sorry.”

Humbert took a steadying breath, and Louise mentally upped the nervous level she had originally pegged her brother at. “It was… years ago. At least a decade. She rescued a cat who turned out to be the prince of the Cat Kingdom, and had to come to us for help when the Cat Kingdom took it upon themselves to thank her.”

“It doesn’t sound that bad.”

“They kidnapped her and tried to marry her off to the royal family.”

“Oh.”

“Needless to say, we managed to bring those plans to a halt, and only broke one tower in the process–”

“Wait. Wait, Haru? Haru Yoshioka? The human who saved King Lune and Queen Yuki?”

Humbert blinked. “You’re familiar with her?”

“I…” and Louise did her best not to give a telling blush, “may have had some dealings with the Cat Kingdom in my travels. News of King Claudius abdicating in favour of his son was kind of a big thing.”

Humbert considered this. And then, to Louise’s relief, nodded at the sense she was making. “Regardless, we brought her home safe, and we thought that was that…”

“Until?”

“Until recently when we met her again during a case.” His eyes softened at the memory, and it took all of Louise’s self-control not to coo. “I had almost forgotten her, certainly didn’t recognise her until she dropped her name, and even then I couldn’t recall her case immediately.”

Louise snorted. “That bodes well.”

“It was years ago,” Humbert retorted, heat rising to his face. “We’ve had many cases since then, and I had expected her to forget me in kind. Most humans do when they return back to their normal lives. I certainly had not expected to find her exorcising a haunted office!”

“Okay, it’s official; she’s way too cool for you.”

“Yes, well,” Baron continued, not entirely denying her claim, “it seemed the natural course of action to work together - it turns out that after her brush with the supernatural, she can’t unsee it, and so she’s been working as a… I believe the term she used was ‘monster-hunter’ in the years since - and–”

“And you fell in love with her.”

“I wish to get to know her better,” Humbert hotly amended. “I do not know her well enough to claim my feelings to be anywhere in the realm of love, but–”

“Yes, yes, yes, but that doesn’t explain all this,” and Louise motioned to his human form once again. “If she knows you’re a Creation, why not just invite her to another world and have tea there? Why go to all this…” and she gestured to his hair, “trouble?”

“She doesn’t know I’m a Creation.”

“But you said–”

“The case required a human form, and so I took on this disguise.” He had the decency to look very sheepish. “When I met Haru, I didn’t recognise her and so I gave her my cover story.”

“And now you have a date with her and you’re too embarrassed to tell her the truth.”

“I will tell her the truth,” Humbert retorted. “It’s just…” And he mumbled something.

“What was that?” Louise asked.

“It’s just, she still remembers our first encounter.”

“And?”

He mumbled again.

“Humbert, really, speak up. You were created eloquently, don’t pretend otherwise. What happened on your first meeting?”

“She confessed she had… feelings for me. A schoolgirl’s crush.”

“So you turned her down.”

“Obviously.”

“And now she’s a monster-hunter, ass-kicking badass, and completely out of your league–”

“Thanks, Louise.”

“–you’ve ironically developed a crush on her.”

“I told you that I merely wish to get to know her better…” He hesitated and then, after a dubious pause, added, “The issue lies in that I do not wish to… worry her with reminding her of our last conversation.” He shook his head. “Anyway, I imagine she has long since outgrown that schoolgirl crush, so there’s no need to remind her of it.”

“Hm,” Louise responded noncommittally. “Yeah, okay, but before you head off to sweep this Haru off her feet, you’re going to need to swap that bow tie.”

“What’s wrong with my tie–”

“Have you looked in the mirror?”

“It’s fine–”

“It has polka dots,” Louise retorted. She threw a plain blue tie at him. “Wear that instead.”

“Louise–”

“I mean, if we had the time, I’d suggest maybe something a little less formal for a first date, but I’ll settle with the removal of that abomination. Where are you meeting anyway? A restaurant? Movie? Wait, I’ve got it - are you going on a joint case together? You know, they say situations of dire peril are meant to bring people closer.” She cooed, “Aww, I always knew you could be a romantic! How dare you hide this from me!”

Humbert raised an eyebrow, but did exchange bow ties. “We’re just meeting at a cafe.” And then, when he saw Louise’s gleeful expression dissolve into disappointment, added, “Ordinary, human date, remember?” He finished tying his bow tie with a flourish. “Tonight, it’s just two humans having a perfectly ordinary afternoon.”

Louise had got a point, Baron couldn’t help but think as he watched Haru absorb herself in the menu. He hadn’t really spent that much time out in the Human World, and he certainly couldn’t consider himself an expert in the realm of modern dating. Not even a little bit.

Still. He was fairly certain that it didn’t take this long to choose a cake.

He should say something. Start a conversation. Get to know her, as he had told Louise. But the manners that his artisan had built into him rebelled against the idea of interrupting someone when they were deep in thought - and Haru was deep in thought, regardless of whether the menu was the cause or not - and so he found his tongue tied.

He wrote ‘hello’ on a napkin and slid it onto Haru’s side of the table.

He felt her gaze guiltily move from the menu and onto him.

“Hello,” he greeted cheerfully. He offered a reassuring smile across the cafe table.

Haru sheepishly returned it. “Hi.”

Throwing all caution to the wind, he jumped in. “So what’s the story with you?”

“Story?” She laughed and shrugged quickly. “Why does there have to be a story? There’s no story.”

“You’ve spent the first ten minutes of our date hiding behind a menu that has three cake choices,” he told her gently. “It’s either brownie, lemon drizzle cake, or carrot cake.” He grinned. “And you’re a self-described monster-hunter. Now, I think there’s a story, and given how you are suddenly indecisive over cake, when you were perfectly capable of facing down an oni two days back, I think this has less to do with the food choices, and more to do with the date situation.”

She stared at him for a long moment, and he abruptly wondered whether he had already messed this date up. Then she laughed and batted a hand before her face to hide the already-rising blush. “Okay, you got me. Darn it, and I thought I was being so subtle.”

“So there is a story?”

“There’s a guy,” she said. “Past tense,” she was quick to add. “A guy that I knew… years ago, who I had the biggest crush on.” She reddened. “He, uh, made it quite clear that it was a one-way thing though, and we lost touch with one another after that. But, um…” and here, she deliberately avoided Baron’s gaze, “you… kind of remind me of him?”

She waited for him to say something, evidently mortified by her own admission.

Baron had to resist the urge to laugh.

“I remind you of an old crush?” he asked instead.

“Just a… just a little bit. You know,” and she motioned weakly to his face, “the eyes, your accent, the outfit…”

“Was he also English?”

She scrunched up her nose. “I mean… I guess? The accent was, anyway.”

“Then that explains it. In England, you’re only allowed to wear such dapper suits if you have the accent to match.”

She laughed then. The anxiety drained from her, and the blush adorning her cheeks went from embarrassment to amusement. She leant in with a conspiring glint. “What if you’re caught faking the accent?”

“That’s what the Tower of London is for.”

She laughed again, and Baron found himself beginning to relax. This really wasn’t so difficult. Maybe he needn’t have worried after all. Yes. This was all under control. He could do this.

A shadow appeared over them, and his brain kicked onto automatic. “Sorry, we haven’t made a choice yet, but if you could bring over a jug of water, that would be grand.”

“Water? On a date? How exciting.”

Baron looked up and saw that the shadow was not that of a waiter, but of a young woman, short, with her brown hair cut into a neat bob. Definitely not staff.

Haru sighed. “Sorry, this is Hiromi, my future ex-friend. Hiromi, this is my date, who I told you about.” Haru shot a meaningful look at the newcomer, who completely sidestepped it.

“Sweet. He’s cute.”

“Hiromi.”

“Anyway, I’m just dropping by,” Hiromi continued. She grabbed a nearby chair and hauled it over. “Are you going to eat those biscuits? No? Cool.”

“Hiromi, what are you doing here?”

Haru’s friend set to picking out the on-the-house biscuits, snapping them in half and nibbling along the edges. “Okay, so, I drop by your house, fully expecting you to be cleaning off the goo off whatever monster-of-the-week you stopped this time, but you’re not. You’re wearing lady clothes and jewellery, and you’ve actually showered with proper scented shower gel, not that nasty goo-be-gone gel that gets out bloodstains–”

“Is there a point to all this,” Haru asked desperately, “because there really needs to be a point to all this.”

“Right, okay.” Hiromi finished her biscuit and brushed the crumbs off the table. “Well, then I remembered that you said you were meeting up with that dude you met when stopping the office oni–”

Baron had to resist the urge to remind her that he was right there.

“–which is just as well, because you remember that programme you made to alert you if there were any sudden blips of that weird strong toy magic?” Hiromi thrust a phone across at Haru. “Well, you might want to take a look.”

“It’s not toy magic,” Haru could be heard to mumble, but her fingers twitched as she read the screen’s data. She looked sharply - hopefully - up at Hiromi, and then her gaze slid guiltily back to Baron. The shrug she gave aimed for nonchalance and missed. “I’m sure it’s just… a blip. Make a note of the location, and I’ll check it out later. It’s probably nothing.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” Hiromi said. “It kinda looks like the readings you went cuckoo over last winter. You know, with the talking tin soldier?”

Baron suddenly recalled hearing about a fellow Creation - a toy soldier - in the next town over, and suspicions began to crawl into his bones over the exact nature of Haru’s search. He flexed his human hands and wondered whether the transformation magic might have triggered the blip.

“Oh yeah,” Hiromi said to Baron, “Haru told me that you know all about the magic and monsters and everything. All supernatural creatures give off a distinct type of magic signature, and Haru has this interest in these living toys–”

“They’re Creations,” Haru amended, “and he’s really not interested–”

“I’m interested,” Baron said.

“–and I’m not interested,” Haru continued. “Time for you to go now.”

Hiromi paused, and glanced between the two of them. She raised an eyebrow and rose back to her feet. “O-kay. Well, enjoy the date!”

There was a long, dubious pause in the silence that followed.

“She seems… nice,” Baron eventually ventured.

“She needs manners,” Haru said. “I’m so sorry–”

“Don’t be. Actually, she reminds me a lot of my sister. All energy and good intentions wrapped up in a chaotic bundle.”

Haru snorted and flipped open the menu again. “That’s Hiromi, all right.”

Baron smiled and followed suit. He glanced over the options, as if he hadn’t chosen a good fifteen minutes ago.When an acceptable minute had passed, he said, “I think I’m going to go with the carrot cake.”

“Carrot cake,” Haru echoed. “Yeah, carrot cake sounds good.” Baron watched her as her eyes glazed over the page. “Carrot cake. Carrot cake, carrot cake, carrot cake…” The words continued to trip over her tongue, barely conscious of the shape of them. “Carrot cake…”

Baron smiled and folded his menu. “Haru?”

“Hm?”

“Maybe you should stop saying ‘carrot cake’ and go after your friend.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t just leave–”

“It’s fine. I can just stay here and say carrot cake alone.” He offered her a good-natured smile. “Go on. It’s obviously important to you.”

Haru’s guilty expression sank into relief. “Thank you.” She had already half-risen to her feet before she visibly remembered her manners. She spun back to him. “This has been… so much fun, we should… definitely do this again.” She grinned apologetically and ran off after Hiromi.

Baron waited until they were out of sight before jumping to his feet and shooting in the opposite direction. He tripped over a trash bag obscuring the alleyway, his gaze so intent on the skies. “Toto? Toto!”

Toto landed on a bin skip, appraising Baron’s ruffled appearance with a critical eye. “That date was short.”

“Haru is… Haru is… she’s…” He motioned for Toto to wait for him to regain his breath and senses. He broke out into a grin. “She’s looking for me.”

“Looking for you?”

“She’s following spikes of Creation magic, and she’s picked up the shape-shifting spell I used to become human, and...” He trailed off as his train of logic hit a brick wall.

Toto, as usual, filled in the dots as quickly - or if not quicker - than Baron. “The spell which you used halfway across the city,” he said, “while you are here. Human.”

“Yes.”

Toto sighed. “I’ll find her and stall her until you can get back.” Toto gave an amused grin. “Hopefully the human disguise will have worn off before then, otherwise you’re going to have a lot of questions to answer before you even start.”

Baron grinned back. “I’ll improvise.”

“Oh good.”

#the cat returns #cat writes #the cat queues #tcr ficlet #I mostly just liked the idea of baron being blown off on a date because haru is chasing after creation him #like the stupid complications of it is so baron #also that date scene from thor the dark world #is honestly the best thing about that movie #honestly i have no idea if this is hat you anted #or hat vibe it gives #but it as fun #also my 'w' isn't orking properly #take pity on my tags

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sergeant-shorty · 5 years

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Renegade

Requested by: @rockis4ever

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Word count: 1200+

Warnings: Angst, slight smut

Summary: Bucky Barnes is the love of your life, but your big brother Steve isn’t a fan of the idea.

A/N: Sorry it’s taking forever to do my requests, I’m working on them as much as I can. Also I’m thinking of possibly making a second part for this one? Also sorry I didn’t have time to edit.

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After being captured by Hydra in the 1940’s to be used as a weapon against your brother Captain America, you were certain you’d never see the normal world again. You had lived in a constant state of fear and anger, being turned into a super soldier and tortured had become a norm for you. What was worse was that they let you keep your memories. They wanted you to suffer psychologically, until they needed you for a mission, then you were completely rebooted and willing to fight. That is until news of your brother’s “death” made its way to Hydra. They no longer felt you were needed, therefore you were cryogenically frozen until they felt you were needed again.

Now that you were safe and working with the Avengers you realized the world was a lot different than you remembered it and you were confused about almost anything that was happening around you. Technology was so much more advanced than it had been in the 40’s, and even though your fellow Avengers always tried to teach you, you always struggled. The only two things that had remained the same after emerging from the ice was your big brother Steve and the enormous crush you had on his best friend Bucky Barnes.

Even in the 40’s Bucky has been a dashing young man. You remembered tagging along with the duo multiple times and Bucky always taking your side against Steve. You remember always telling your mom about the way his beautiful blue eyes would shine in the sun. He had always been so polite to you and you would eat it up. You would always beg Steve to help you ask Bucky to go dancing, but as most brothers do he said no, that it was too weird.

Although you used to have a school girl crush on Bucky then, you knew now that you were in love with him. He understood your frustrations with the 21st century. Technology frustrated him as well and he also felt the struggles of the team leaving you out. Not only that, but after Hydra got to him, you noticed that his eyes harbored something darker, a sadness that you understood very well. He understood you, what you both went through, the fear and disgust for the things you had both done. Bucky helped you cope, and you helped him too.

It started out so innocent. Bucky heard you screaming one night, nightmares were the bane of your existence. He had come to calm you down, he knew what it was like to not be able to sleep. The two of you would lay calmly wrapped in each other arms, he would rub your back and you felt safe. You both fell asleep together, and for the first time in months you both slept through the night. You both continued the routine. Helping the other fall asleep, it was innocent until you both started talking.

He confided in you, told you his darkest fears and the horrors he experienced. You did the same. You trusted him and almost as quick as Pietro ran, you fell for him. He was handsome, kind, smart, inquisitive, and most importantly he was genuine. For the first time in so long you had an actual smile on your face, you enjoyed waking up in the morning knowing you’d get to see him, but your heart would sink almost instantly.

Steve loved you more than anything in the world, he protected you more than he protected Bucky. You were his little sister and partner in crime, nobody was allowed to harm you and everyone knew not to try. Steve hated the idea of you dating, he knew you were plenty old enough to do so, but he didn’t think anyone was good enough for you, not even Bucky. Steve has told you back in the 40’s he didn’t want you dating Bucky, he thought it was weird that you liked his best friend. He even went as far as to tell Bucky that you were completely off limits.

You wanted to tell Steve about your relationship with Bucky, but you didn’t know how he’d take it. So the two of you decided to just keep it a secret, it was easier sneaking around than dealing with your overbearing brother. And your plan was working incredibly well, that is until today.

Your brother had gone off on a mission and wouldn’t be back for a week. This meant you and Bucky could be a little less cautious with your relationship. The two of you were lounging on the couch watching mindless tv, since neither of you knew how to work a Netflips, or whatever it’s called. You were sitting in Bucky’s lap with your head on his shoulder tracing shapes on his chest. You felt the cold metal of Bucky’s hand trace along your leg and a cold chill ran up your spine.

You looked up at Bucky noticing the playful smirk on his face as he pretended to watch TV. You got a wicked idea of your own, leaning up kissing along his jaw. A low moan escaped his throat, his hand gripping roughly at the soft skin of your thigh, “Be careful there doll, I won’t be able to control myself.” You moved to straddle his waist grinding against the bulge in his sweatpants, “What if I don’t want you to control yourself soldier?”

His eyes turned dark as he attached his lips to your own. Both of you were so caught up in the heat of the moment you almost didn’t hear Steve walk in. Steve cleared his throat, his face red with fury. You hurried off of Bucky, both of you rushing to get on your feet. Steve rushed over to Bucky grabbing him by the collar, “I told you to stay away from my sister and this is what you do?” He shoved him back, Bucky stumbles hitting the ground, “Steve what the hell!” You shouted marching over and standing between the two soldiers.

Steve and Bucky stared at each other in silence, “Stevie stop it isn’t his fault!” Steve looked at you disgust on his face, “And I told you he was my best friend, and you still do this to me? What happened to family?” You were taken off guard tears falling down your face. Bucky stood moving you aside and shoving Steve, “Don’t talk to her like that!” Steve staggered before finding his footing, he stared at Bucky, “I didn’t everything for you, and this is how you repay me. Whatever it is you have is done, stay away from her if you want to keep our friendship.”

Bucky’s face fell, he walked away to his room leaving you and Steve in silence. Tears were falling down your face, there was no use in fighting it. Your heart was broken as you looked at your brother. Steve turned to you with pitiful eyes, “(Y/n) this has to happen.” You slapped him hard across the face, “You don’t get to dictate what happens in my life. He was the best thing to ever happen to me and you destroyed it. I hate you.” You stormed off to your room, slamming the door behind you.

You knew you didn’t mean what you said to Steve but you were so hurt you wanted him to feel some pain too. You knew it wasn’t fair, but your world had just crumbled in front of you. All you wanted was to be wrapped in Bucky’s arms, but you’d never get to experience true happiness again.

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ad1thi · 5 years

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the proposal

this is a really stupid idea that came to me literally 5 seconds ago

fem!toni because i love reading that and felt like i should write it

i debated between buckytony and stevetony for this but ultimately went with stevetony; but if you wanna read a buckytony version just drop an ask!!

happy v day everybody just because i’m sad and alone doesn’t mean yall have to be!!

slight angst but it gets resolved really quickly

(lets be honest would it be me if it wasn’t angsty?)

like most things in Steve’s life, it was utterly and completely ruined by the press

which okay to be fair sounded like an exaggeration (if Sam’s face when Steve lamented during their morning run was anything to go by) but Steve meant it

having all his ailments cured by a super drug? ruined by the press

trying to help with the New York recovery process? ruined by the press

Toni’s Malibu home? ruined by the press

(actually that one might be more correctly attributed to the Mandarin but Steve firmly stood by the belief that if the press hadn’t been all up in her face she never would’ve cracked the way she did)

the search for Bucky? ruined by the press

his plans for a grand and SECRET proposal? ruined by the press

maybe he should backtrack a bit

Antonia Stark was

was

she was the love of Steve’s life

Steve couldn’t reasonably think of a moment during his second life in the 21st century where he hadn’t been enamoured by her

Even when he was smarting from the recent loss of 70 years and spitting vitriol at her across the Quinjet; he was acutely aware of the itch in his fingers to capture her beauty on paper, to immortalise her somehow

that hadn’t lessened in the 10 years he’d known her

he’d filled entire books of various sketches of her

her in the workshop, animately talking to JARVIS

bending over the IronQueen armour

a lollipop caught between her lips

in the middle of a laugh

in a red gown midstep down the spiralling staircase

contorted in an impossible position against Col.Rhodes on the sofa

Antonia Stark had owned Steve’s heart since the second her faceplate snapped back and Steve first noticed her rich hazel eyes

all he wanted to do was make her feel as special as she made him feel everyday

Steve had known he wanted to marry for about 4 years now, but Toni was (understandably) skittish about commitment

which was fine

Steve was willing to wait

and then finally, 6 months ago

after one of their visits to the New York-Presbyterian Morgan Stanley-Komansky Children's Hospital, she tilted her head from where it was resting on his shoulder in the car and said ne voglio uno

it was so soft Steve would’ve missed it had it not been for his enhanced hearing, and despite the rapid beating of his heart; he kept his voice equally low and when she asked, one what doll

a kid, she replied, burying her head against him, i want a mini us running around, the tower’s getting kind of lonely anyway

it was said with such nonchalance, but Steve knew how scared she was- so he just pulled her close, pressed his lips against her hair and whispered back, do you want to start now or?

the smile against his lips was how he knew he’d said the right thing

she never brought it up again

but Steve couldn’t stop thinking about it

he had dreams about running his hands over her swollen belly, whispering stories about the Commandoes to a babbling baby with shocking blue eyes and brunette hair

couldn’t stop thinking that could be our kid everytime Toni bent down to say hi to the children that gathered outside Stark Tower

3 months later, he started planning

they’d been together 5 years now, and Steve wanted the proposal to be special

he had it all planned out,

all he had to do was wait for the ring; which he’d ordered in a custom design resembling a crude arc reactor

(military back pay was a blessing)

everything was perfect; the reservations were set, Steve had begged Pepper to let Toni off work, Sam and Bucky had put aside their feud for the night, Col. Rhodes had given his blessing (even though Steve was pretty sure he had to look over his shoulder for the rest of his life)

all that was left was to pick up the damn ring

easy enough right?

and then the damn press happened

6 months of planning falls through the window when Toni walks in their bedroom, knuckles white from where she’s clutching the newspaper, tears streaming down her face and Steve is instantly on edge

“You’re- we’re-” she sniffles through words before throwing the magazine at him, “I need time I’m sorry”

By the time Steve has read the headline “SPOTTED: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes in a ring shop! Is America’s power couple finally taking the plunge?” she’s gone

Steve gets a call approximately 5 hours later, which confirms his suspicions’ she flew half across the world to where Col. Rhodes is currently situated

(he pretends it doesn’t sting)

(he’s aware that they’re nothing more than friends now, but it does nothing for the pit in his stomach)

He’s on his way back from a SHIELD training room, and stops by the kitchen to check the pantry for the ring, and thats how he knows she’s back

(he always knew she was coming back, but it’s been 2 weeks)

She’s on the bed when he enters the bedroom, running her finger across the ring absentmindedly

“I meant what i said you know,” she says without looking up, eyes still on the ring, “about wanting kids with you.”

“I still want that,” she looks up and it’s the hardest thing Steve’s ever had to do to plant his feet down and not run to her side and kiss away her tears, “Its just- I just-” she breaks off with a hollow chuckle, “I do want that. I honestly thought i was over this”

“I’m sorry for running off like that,” she walks up to him and presses the closed box in his hand, “I want to say yes Steve. I really do. But i can’t right now”

She moves to walk away, but he grabs her wrist, and pulls her into a tight embrace, and whispers against the shell of her ear, “You’re worth waiting for doll”

She’s pressing kisses against every spare piece of skin she can find, fumbling at his suit as he walks her back against her bed; smiling against her legs when she cries out in ecstasy

the ring stays on her bedside table for a year and half

everyone notes her empty left hand, but only Bucky asks him about him; once- on the anniversary of Peggy’s death

“is she worth waiting for?” he asks, as they sip beers on the helipad, “is she your right partner?”

Steve just hums back, “i would wait the rest of my life for her Buck”

On the 28th of March 2018, Steve is woken up to a familiar heat enveloping his cock, and when he props himself up on his elbow to enjoy the view of Toni between his legs, the ring glints in the light from where Toni’s left hand rests against his chest

It’s the best orgasm Steve’s ever had

Fin

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monigheandonn1743 · 6 years

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The Diary

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Wednesday 4th January 1747

My enthralment with the snow has ended, and I now find myself in utter despair at the catastrophe it has wrought. How can something that is so beautiful, so peaceful, and joyous, in turn cause such heartache and devastation?

Has God not punished us enough?

Are those of us that were not slain in battle, or shot for treason, now destined to die of starvation?

In the blink of an eye our continued existence in the highlands has become all but impossible. There is no earthly way that we can survive here. William has suggested that we leave, and I’ll admit to considering that option myself, but where would we go?

I do not know what has become of him, and I am not ashamed to admit that I hope that he was lost at Culloden. But if he lives still, then leaving Lallybroch will only increase my risk of discovery.

Besides, what of my new family? No highlander would be welcomed in the lowlands or beyond, and there are no ships available to carry us across the ocean to safety.

There will be none until the spring, and I fear that then it will be too late.

The hidden provisions, the ones removed from the reach of the redcoats, the preserves we were so reliant on, have gone. They were destroyed in the blizzard, when the weight of the snow became too much for the hastily built shelter.

We are at a loss of what to do.

I am at a loss.

Thursday 12th January 1747

Janet and I have completed our store inventory and as a result, William has left to hunt. With so many mouths to feed, even on strict rations, we have only enough food to see us though to the middle of March.

Should the garrison call for further supplies, I fear we shall perish long before then. Unfortunately, with Lord Lovat still at large, it is highly likely that they will.

We have seen neither hide nor hair of the old fox, thank the Lord, but his actions have brought suspicion down on the whole clan; William in particular, and until he is captured I can see no end to their harassment.

Tuesday 17th January 1747

Venison and onion stew has never tasted so good.

I shall dream of it this night I am sure.

Saturday 21st January 1747

I am overjoyed!

In the early hours of this morning, we welcomed Margaret Ellen Claire Fraser Murray to the world. It is such a big name for such a tiny girl, but I have no doubt that she will grow into it.

She is the complete image of her beautiful mother. With jet black hair, a small nose, and delicately pursed lips. Yet she carries her fathers dark soulful eyes.

Janet is well and recovering quietly with both of her children by her side. As would be expected, her happiness is unparalleled, yet tinged with the sorrow that young Maggie will never know her wonderful father.

I know that Ian will be watching over them from heaven, and will be almost bursting with pride for his wife and new daughter. As well he should, for Janet has done him proud.

Thursday 9th February 1747

Mrs Crook has injured herself again. She neigh on sliced her finger off while attempting to skin a rabbit. I have stitched it as best I can, but…

…As I feared, the redcoats have once again come to Lallybroch and I am truly terrified at what I may find upon my return. We have next to nothing left, but I pray to God that William will hold his temper and allows them to take what they will. Unfortunately I know the man well, and I expect that he will not.

I can barely breathe with worry.

Oh, that I could be there to at least see what is happening, but with the provision hole exposed, there was nowhere for me to hide. So, I now write by dim candlelight, in the icy confines of the cave on the north side of the estate.

As young Rabbie MacNab ferreted me away though the shadows with naught but a candle, my shawl and diary, he assured me that he was not amongst them. But I am known to many, and I have been made aware that the reward for my recovery is still in place.

Does this mean that he lives? Or are his family still willing to pay for my capture?

I do not know, and I do not wish to find out.

William has written to his cousin in France, requesting passage on the next ship to sail from Inverness to the Colonies. I do not know if life in those far distant lands will be better then here, but one can hope and pray that it will be.

Saturday 11th February 1747

After spending the night in the cave, I returned yesterday to find that William had taken sick. Overnight he has gone from a strong, robust man, to one who seems alarming frail.

I am doing what I can to stem his fever, but he still burns hot, and has spent the past hours plagued by tremors and night-terrors.

Mary sits beside him now, tending to his care while I attempt rest and Janet tends to the children. But I have requested that she fetch me if he worsens, for I know I shall not sleep.

I truly fear for him, and I pray that his fever breaks soon.

Wednesday 22nd February 1747

Like dominos, one person after the next has been overcome by the sickness that had stricken William. First it was Mary, then Janet, Mrs Crook, wee Jamie and young Rabbie.

Save for the latter, thankfully within a day or so the crippling fever released each of its victims from it grasp. Although weakened by the illness, and coughing terribly, all are recovering, slowly but surely.

Young Rabbie has had it worse then anyone and it breaks my heart to say that he now fights for his life in the room next to mine. I have never felt so helpless before, I long to go to him, to do what I can and take some of the burden from his mother, but I cannot.

My head pounds, my throat scratches and I can barely stand with weakness. I know the fever is coming, for my skin burns, my mind feels foggy and my thoughts disjointed.

Pray God see me though this.

Wednesday 1st March 1747

We have lost young Rabbie.

Those words pain me so greatly that I can scarce breathe. The dear boy fought to the last, but with so little food he had no strength left to beat the illness. Mary’s grief is profound, and she has left Lallybroch and returned to the village to mourn within the bosom of her family.

The estate is silent.

It is as though young Rabbie has taken with him the last shred hope we had, and we have been left bleak and desolate.

We have nothing.

It is hopeless. It is all just so hopeless.

Tuesday 7th March 1747

William has gone raiding and I once again find myself sick with worry. It was a dangerous endeavour at the very best of times, but now with the clearance, and the constant redcoat presence, it is a death sentence.

Janet is as worried as I, though she does a fair job at hiding it, so she is keeping us busy.

Today we have been in the attic, and I find that I have never been so filthy in all my life. I have also developed a health fear of spiders.

I have never been bothered by the critters before, yet when one is besieged by an army of the wee beasties, that are the size of ones hand, I am sure the change of heart is forgivable.

Good lord, I itch still. It is as though they are still amongst my skirts.

No, I cannot, I must go and change.

Friday 10th March 1747

I caught and skinned my first rabbit today. It is a task that I never thought I would partake in, and yet here I am, home from the hunt, feeling proud to have provided for the family.

And nauseated at having taken a life.

I know, I know, it is but a rabbit and I have eaten plenty in my life. More now than ever before. Yet it was a living, breathing creature and, when I wounded it, I wanted nothing more than to heal it.

I feel barbaric.

I am sure, if he were here, William would have found vast amusement in my appearance, just as his sister has. For there I stood in the kitchen doorway, my hands bloodied, and my face streaked with tears, as I handed to poor soul to Mrs Crook.

I actually think that I can still hear Janet chortling away somewhere below stairs.

I was half starved, but the stew still sits heavily in my stomach, threatening to regurgitate.

Thankfully, Janet will go tomorrow, and I can spend the day completing womanly chores and minding the children.

A much more pleasant endeavour I hope.

Thursday 16th March 1747

I hardly know what to write. In fact I can hardly write at all, for my pen shakes in my hand, and I cannot see through my tears.

I have witnessed the impossible, lived through unimaginable horrors, and have suffered pain like no other. But never have I been more terrified.

Time and again he threatened to kill me. Yet while the pain was nigh on unbearable, I think I always knew that he would not. He enjoyed the game too much, he enjoyed my agony, and the fear he instilled in me.

But now, I have no such assurances.

I did not know what to do when Mary came up from the village with the news that he was back. I had hoped that he had been lost in battle or had given up his search. It has been almost a year since that faithful day, and we have heard not a word of his return. But I was stupid and foolish to hope, and I once again live in fear of discovery.

He knows I am close. I do not know how, but he always has. That’s why he comes back.

I cannot run for he has eyes everywhere, and without William here, I cannot venture to the cave. I would not survive out there alone. So I am trapped, hiding amongst the spiders in the attic.

Monday 10th April 1747

There has been

Sunday 4th June 1747

It has been so long since I have written and, while I had so much to say, there had been no order to my thoughts, and no passion for writing them out.

As of yet I am not discovered.

He has been back twice more, and has ventured to Lallybroch, but thankfully William was back and had time enough to shuffle me down into the new priest hole before he made the court yard.

I sleep now with my door bared, my widow bolted and a blade hidden beneath my pillow. Not that I actually get much in the way of sleep. My ears strain in the silence of the night, listening to every creak and groan the house makes as it settles and I can never force my eyes to close.

When I do eventually sleep from exhaustion I am plagued by night-terrors, with memories from my past, that have me screaming myself awake.

Mary and William sleep in the room beside me, and I know that I must disturb them, for they look as exhausted as I.

They married last week in a small church service.

It was a beautiful moment and I could not be happier for them. William is helping her to heal from her loss, and she has made him whole.

I feared that he would ask for my hand, and I saw his grief when word came of my husbands reemergence. But it is for the best that he did not ask. To refuse him would have pained me greatly, and am not a fit wife for any man.

Thursday 15th June 1747

Catherine McKimmie passed away last night having just given birth to a beautiful baby girl. I tried everything I could think of to do, but it was hopeless. The afterbirth tore away, and I could do naught to stem the bleeding…

The dawn light was just filtering into the room as Jamie came to the last passage. He already knew what it would say, he’d read it before. But he’d been so engrossed in her life that he read it again.

He wanted to know what had happened to her. Why did she stop writing? Did her husband find her? Did they emigrate to the colonies? Did they all die of starvation?

Stupidly praying for a continuation or conclusion, he flipped the page expecting to see nothing but the end of her final passage. But what he saw, what he read, froze his blood in his veins.

His heart thudded and his breathing stopped as he stared in horror down at the page.

It was impossible.

Friday 16th June 1747

Someone has been in my room. A man, one that I have never seen before. At first I was overcome with fear presuming that he has been sent by Jonathan.

But now I do not know what to think.

I was in my garden, pulling fresh vegetables for dinner when I heard someone knocking on the window. I looked up expecting to see Janet or wee Jamie, but instead I found a near naked stranger.

He was stood in my window looking down at me, and with my initial glance I presumed it was William, for his hair was the same astonishing red. But then I recalled that William was not home, he had left an hour before with Mary to visit Grannie MacNab.

The man was angry, that much I could see, and I thought for sure that he would come down and accost me. When he moved to open the window I was so scared I thought I might vomit. But as he flipped the latch he vanished.

Complete disappeared into thin air.

With the help of old Alec, Janet and I searched the whole house, but there was no sign of him anywhere, and no one else had seen him.

But I know he was here, I know he was real, I saw him.

And I think he may have read my diary.

As I do every morning, I remember vividly placing it beneath my mattress before I began my chores today, but upon entry to my room, I discovered it open on the floor at the foot of the bed. I know no-one else here would invade my privacy in such a way, so it must have been him.

Who is he?

Has he been sent by Jonathan? Have I been found? Or is there an entirely unexplainable explanation?

Chapter 5

#outlander #jamieandclaire #outlanderfanfiction #thediary

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xxelijahxxscottxx · 5 years

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violence clashes || para

Who: @southsidefranco && @northsidesmythe

When: 21st March 2019

Notes: Franco had enough of Sebastian bating hkim so challenged him to a fight

Triggers: mentions a knife, blood, violence

Franco in bold... Sebastian in Italic

Word Count: 2381

Franco didn't know what had given him the courage or the energy to fight Sebastian but he knew he wanted to do this. He was angry at everything and if punching Sebastian made him feel better then so be it. He stalked to the entrance to fox forest, not to keen on entering alone after last time and dropped a text to Sebastian 'You want the world to know your a coward? Didn't think so. Come fight me in fox forest and prove it'. He knew that this was probably being fuelled by drugs, even if he'd only taken two hits he'd found he slept afterwards and rushed with energy later. He placed the entrance to fox forest as he waited for Sebastian to show.

Sebastian grabbed onto the steering wheel of his car so tight his knuckles turned white. There were only a few things he would be happy to let go, mainly for not wanting to be bothered enough to retaliate to anything the lame people in that town said, but this was different. Franco was throbbing for a fight, and even dared to threat to call him out if he didn't show up. The nerve. Punching him in the face would surely make him feel a lot better, especially since the punching bag he had ordered hadn't arrived yet. When he got to that spot on the forrest where Franco told him to meet, it wasn't long before he could see the other standing there. He turned the motor off and got out of the car, chuckling as he made his way up to him. "You really got some nerve, Little Franco. Too anxious to get the shit kicked out of you, aren't you?"

Franco watched as a car pulled up and Sebastian climbed out and he nodded to himself, an angry smirk on his face. Maybe Sebastian wasn't such a pussy after all. He watched him approach and looked to him, his eyes dark from lack of sleep but otherwise well presented, "Anxious to get the shit kicked out of me" he laughed, "You do know that I'm trained in boxing right? And as much as I hate altercations I've really been looking forward to this one".

Sebastian let out a sounding laugh, almost like a cackle. "Did anyone ever tell you that Play Station boxing doesn't really count?" he said, taking his jacket off. He chose to wear a simply t-shirt, since he wasn't about to let Franco's blood to get on one of his good shirts. "You've been looking forward to this? Why, one may wonder? I barely even notice you around, so ergo, I don't talk to you. What could I've possibly done to poke this little smurf?"

Franco scoffed, "Mate, I don't even own a freaking playstation, it's how I got so good at boxing" he stepped forward a little, sizing Sebastian up, looking him up and down and deciding the best action here, "You've been coaxing me into this. Thinking what you say is going to scare me. Well here I am. Fox forest. Not scared at all".

Sebastian also stepped up, challenging him as he looked down, right into his eyes, their faces only a couple of inches apart. "Maybe I should wear a black hood and haunt you down, see how funny you look when you shit your pants" he said, a smirk curling his lips widely.

Franco flexed his neck and laughed, "Bet someone as sick as yourself would find that funny. Pretending to be a mass murderer scumbag" he spat, "It really would scare me, I've seen him in the flesh.... You, are nothing but a pretentious scumbag".

Another smirk. "It would be funny seeing your face, I won't deny that." His mind wondered for half a second when he mentioned about seeing him in the flesh, thinking about Darius and how bad that monster got to him. But he couldn't lose focus. He had to deal with the apparently anxious boy in front of him before doing anything else. "You're lucky that's not my thing. So..." He took half a step back. "Are we fighting, or talk about it?"

Franco shook his head, “You honestly think that what happened worth taking the piss out of”. He stepped backwards slightly and looked around, he had to admit, he didn’t want to be in the forest much longer, the place gave him the goosebumps. He nodded, “Oh I’m going to fight” he said and before he could think he swung his fist out, aiming for Sebastian’s cheek.

There was that one half second in which Sebastian saw Franco's fist coming to him, and although it was enough for him to duck so he wouldn't get the full blow of it, it did some mild damage to his cheekbone. He stumbled just a bit, but not so much so he would fall to the ground, then he looked up and chuckled. "My turn" he said, then he swung his fist forward and hit hard on the other's stomach, which was easier for him to do, from his slightly bent down position.

Franco felt proud that he'd connected with Sebastians cheek that he was caught off guard as Sebastian's blow connected with his stomach. He bent forward, stumbling backwards a little, "You're gunna regret that" he breathed out, lunging forward and aiming a kick into Sebastian's leg, hoping to hook behind his knee.

People often thought that Sebastian was weak when it came down to a fight, his figure not the most built up one, and his legs far too long for his own good. But he had taken advantage of what he was given, and it all boiled down to dancing, swimming and karate. And the one thing he was very good at was with his reflexes. He jumped to the side just in time to avoid a direct hit to his knee, and in doing so, he put his leg out and sweapt Franco's feet enough to make him fall. "Oops. Gotta try harder than that, man."

Franco tried to avoid Sebastian's feet but to no avail and tumbled to the ground, landing hard on his back. He groaned but rolled onto his side and stood as quickly as he could, this meant business. Once upright,he crouched into a standard boxing position and smirked, "How about this asshole" he spat and he swung his good hand forward, his target the side of Sebastian's head.

Sebastian put his foot back for support, his hands up in front of him to try and keep Franco's swings back, but there was no mossing that last one. It hit him full on the face and made him stumble backwards.

Franco smirked as he felt his fist collide with Sebastian's face. He was pretty proud of that one, "Was that hard enough for you" he spat, starting to move on his feet, circling around Sebastian, "Still want a piece of me?"

Sebastian chuckled and wiped his mouth with his hand. "Under different circumstances you would've gotten a much different response to that. But since that's not the case-" He was talking when he hit Franco's stomach with a full kick to the stomach, which made the other bend a little. "I want this piece-" He lifted his knee and hit him right under the chin. "And also that one!"

Franco was listening when the kick came he doubled over again, his hand instantly flying to his stomach as he let out a loud moan. He wanted to move away but before he could he felt the fist connect with his chin. He stumbled backwards, holding his jaw as he spat some blood from his mouth, "Tough man, hits when someone's down right" but he was already panting and put of breath. He looked up and narrowed his eyes, "Now, you are going to pay" he spoke, creeping up on Sebastian and punching him in the stomach, before stumbling backwards, "Had enough yet?"

One of the many things that karate had led to was the ways to control the breathing through the pain, and although the hit on his stomach was a direct one, he was able to withhold the burn from the blunt blow and was standing straight back up soon. "If what you're doing is playing games, then sure. Honestly, I'm bored." He looked at him and smirked, before throwing a wink for good measure.

Franco laughed back at him, "Playing games, one blow and I could knock you too the ground" he hissed at Sebastian, anger clear in his voice, "One blow and I could break either your rib or your nose, how about I let you choose?"

Sebastian chuckled. "You think pretty high of yourself, don't you? Thinking you can do all of that? Tell you what. You choose. Just so I can be amused by your poor excuse of fighting."

Franco shook his head and nodded, "OK, but dont say I didn't try and fight fair" and he stopped circling and pulled his fist back, aiming a full punch at Sebastians lower ribcage.

Sebastian received the full blown of that last hit, and even if he stumbled backwards a bit, he didn't fully fall on the ground. "Now that's mor like it" he said with a grin, then he quickly moved forward and swung several blows to Franco's body, mainly his side and a knee kick on his chin.

Franco grabbed his side leaving his face unprotected as the knee collided with his jaw and felt his lip split open. He was panting hard, he hadn't fought for the longest time and he stumbled backwards slightly, "I swear to god" he said, sporting blood to the floor before stepping forward and shoving Sebastian backwards

Sebastian took a stumble backwards when Franco hit him. "You look sexy when you get angry, Del Rio" he said with a smirk, then in a quick move he sweapt both his legs and made him fall on his back. He quickly climbed on top of him and took two swings at his face before he pressed his knee against his throat. "Had enough already, Little Franco?"

Franco was about to respond when he felt his legs get kicked from under him and he landed with a crash on the floor. Before he could try to move, Sebastian was punching his face and then he felt the crushing on his throat and placed his hands in Sebastian's leg, trying to push it off, "Get the fuck of me" he forced out, blood pooling in his mouth

Sebastian's grin turned wider, darker even. "is that a yes?"

Franco shook his head, "Once I'm up, I'm going to kill you" he spat, his voice full of venom.

With his knee still pressed down on his throat, Sebastian leaned forward, his eyes looking right into Franco's. "And what gave you the impression I'm going to let that happen?"

Franco tried harder to push Sebastian away but he was tired, "Get the fuck of me" he spat once more, "I'm going to finish you"

Sebastian rolled his eyes and stood back up, refraining himself to kick the other man while he was still down. That would had possibly ended that fight, but that would had been a low blow. "Get on with it then. I have better things, and people to do."

Franco took a moment before rolling on his side and standing up, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his flip knife, leaving it unflipped but showing Sebastian, "I really could end this you know".

Sebastian stopped moving when he saw the knife. If there would be actual weapons involved he had to pay extra attention. "Look who was talking about fighting fair. Since you can't beat me with your bare hands, you have to use your little knife. How typical of you people."

Franco laughed, spitting some more blood to the ground, "You tried to strangle me. Give me one good reason not to shove this into your stomach or just try and stop me".

Sebastian assumed his deffensive position, his two hands held up in front of him. "I could once again mention you the points about fair fight, but I know I'd be wasting my breath. So-" He put one hand up and wiggled his fingers at him.

Franco stepped forward, hiding the knife again and swung out, his fist headed for Sebastian's nose as he said, "You ain't worth the jail time".

Sebastian snickered. "I hate to break it to you, but I'm worth more than you ever will in your life, Southside rat." He took a quick spin and gave Franco's hand a hard high kick, the knife then flying away from him. With the half second Franco took to look where his knife had gone, Sebastian launched forward and hit him hard on his stomach once.

Franco groaned as he bent double, "Aurgh" he breathed out, his body willing him to stop. He couldn't take much more, his body tired aching and craving, "Do your fucking worst, Northside scum" he spat, "I fucking dare you".

Sebastian was about to gave him the final blow, the one that would have left Franco possibly unconscious, from how he was looking at the moment. But instead he stood back up straight and lowered his hands, also stepping back from him. "Yeah, you do. But it's you who's not worth the jail time, or... another death on my conscience." His hands were still in front of him, just in case Franco would have another go. "Walk away, Del Rio. We don't have to do this." Suddenly, it hit him. They were out there, alone, with a killer on the loose.

Franco scoffed, "Someone's scared aren't they. Someones scared they might actually get done by the cops. Pathetic Smythe" but he knew he shouldn't continue, his face was sore, brusing already coming up and blood all over this clothes, "I'll take this a victory".

Sebastian stepped backwards, not wanting to turn his back on him. "Take whatever you want. You're too much of a scum to worth the trouble "

Franco nodded and smirked, "Then get the hell out of my face Sebastian" he threatened as he backed up, looking for somewhere he could sit down.

#para #franco x sebastian #para: violence clashes

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baneismydragon · 7 years

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The not so secret diary of Gabriel Agreste

Because I needed some crack in my life. This is a gift for @geek-fashionista who requested my joke idea become a fic.

And because writing ridiculous Gabe content cheers me up and I needed a good pick me up. (Hopefully this will get me back in the mood to finish the next chapter of Cut from the Same cloth. If nothing else it felt good to really sit down and write again.)

Anyways- enjoy.

The not so secret diary of Gabriel Agreste

(Edited and catalogued by Nathalie Sancoeur)

March 18th

So apparently driving 4 employees to a nervous breakdown in the span of 2 weeks is a problem to my board of directors. They claim it’s ‘not good for the company’. Also, apparently, backhanding one of them during the meeting for suggesting I ‘take a leave of absence to deal with the loss of your wife’ counts as assault.

To avoid charges, and more importantly a forced sabbatical, I have agreed to see a therapist. Hence this ridiculous writing exercise. Oh well. At least it is only one wasted hour a week as opposed to several months of sitting in my house, watching them drive my company into the ground with their ineptitude.

March 25th-

My therapist says that I have a problem.

Of course I have a problem! My wife is missing. Honestly, I have to pay this man?

He says that I need to be ‘focused on healing and rebuilding a new sense of normalcy instead of lashing out at the people around me.’

Well perhaps if the people around me weren’t so incompetent I wouldn’t need to lash out so much.

Nathalie- does it count as attending my therapy sessions if I send a proxy in my place? Please investigate.

March 30th-

My therapist has informed me that I am developing an obsession, and that he is concerned that the loss of my wife and my need to get her back is driving me to an unhealthy dissociative state.

Well maybe that’s why it is so important that I get her back. Did you ever think of that? Then I won’t need to waste my time adjusting to my new circumstances, because everything can just go back to the way it was. It’s really not that complicated. For someone whose job it is to ‘help me cope with my grief’ he is quite the pessimist. He keeps insisting we discuss the possibility of if she never comes back. Thank God these sessions are only an hour long, I don’t need to get charged with assault again.

April 1st-

I told my therapist that his advice was working and that I have completely seen the error of my ways.

And Nathalie says I have a terrible sense of humor.

The crushed look on his face when I pointed out the date was priceless.

Nathalie- make sure we are having fish for dinner, Adrien will appreciate the humor even if you don’t.

April 9th-

I had the portrait artist come in today so that we could replace the family portrait at the top of the staircase. I pre-selected our mourning ensembles and Adrien was miserable the whole time. The artist asked me if he should take some artistic licence with our expressions. I asked him if he valued his commission. The finished work was a perfect testament to the state of misery in this house. Hopefully this will serve as an adequate reminder to anyone who thinks it’s acceptable to attempt to inform me that ‘things are never as bad as they seem.’

My therapist says this is yet another sign of my increased megalomania. I think that it isn’t my fault that more people don’t have the resources to afford appropriate decor for their homes based on the emotional environment. Given what I am having to pay out for these worthless sessions I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a half dozen portraits of his own scattered around some poorly decorated eyesore he calls a home.

Nathalie- please arrange for some new backlighting for the updated portrait. Either some cool blue tones or perhaps some purple.

April 14th-

Today my therapy session consisted of discussing my childhood. On the bright side I sketched out two new designs while I tuned out his prattle.

Nathalie- you owe me 20 Euro. I told you it would take less than a month for him to try the Freudian approach.

April 21st-

Yesterday was the runway launch of the new Spring line. Not some of my best work to be honest but still a far sight better than anything else released this season. Maybe the Italians will give me some competition this year at least.

One of the reporters asked if the line was being dedicated to my ‘late wife’. I ask him if he was going to dedicate this interview to his soon to be late career?

Of course Adrien heard the whole thing and has been in a mood ever since, although he didn’t let it affect his performance. Even as a child, he is more professional than a fair percentage of my staff. I am prodigiously proud of him. Now if only he would stop being so emotional. It isn’t good for him. He spent the entire morning and afternoon holed up in his room listening to angst ridden J-pop and ordering mint fudge ice cream from the kitchen staff.

My therapist says that I need to be making an effort to empathize with his grief instead of fixating on my own, and compensate more in my new role as a single parent.

Clearly the stress of this show has addled my brain because I stupidly attempted to follow his advice.

After a pre-scheduled family dinner I patted Adrien on the shoulder and told him that I promises that things will get better.

He stared at me for a few seconds like I had grown a second head, before hugging onto me like a barnacle and bursting into tears.

Wonderful.

I managed to send my own child into hysterics.

This is the sort of disaster that comes from listening to the advice of idiots.

April 22nd-

Adrien seems to have recovered from last night’s meltdown rather admirably. Thank God children bounce back from these sorts of setbacks. I am glad to see that my poor judgement in following my therapist's advice doesn’t seem to have caused any permanent damage. Now I can go back to the important business of figuring out how to bring his mother back instead of wasting everyone’s time with pointless platitudes. Really that is the much smarter approach.

It’s like I tell my employees- if you just fix the mistake you won’t have to spend your energy explaining why it was there in the first place. No one will care how many failures you went through to get there- all that matters is the end result.

Speaking of failures, what was I thinking when I chose the dining room furniture? It’s hideous.

Nathalie- remind me to set aside time to purchase a new dining set.

April 30th-

She has been gone for exactly 100 days.

May 9th-

Today is my 20th Wedding anniversary.

It was storming today. My therapist asked me how that made me feel.

I told him- wet.

I don’t think he appreciated my answer.

May 12th-

I have fired my therapist.

No the answer to my problems is not to ‘move on and accept my loss and just be grateful for each new day.’ What sort of idiotic attitude is that? If I approached my life according to the advice of this degenerate I would be designing pink sequins party dresses for some mass produced tween fashion label. Even worse, the toad-faced troll had the audacity to suggest that I should consider arranging for Adrien to have his own therapy sessions. As if my child needs any sort of support from a second rate psychoanalyst with delusions of grandeur.

Good riddance. Besides, 2 months of this charade should be more than enough to satisfy the board.

Nathalie- make arrangement for a private investigator to look into his business. Perhaps we can do the world a favor and get his licence revoked.

May 14th-

I have decided to keep this diary. I find writing about the stupidity of others quite therapeutic.

Nathalie please find a more appropriately color coordinated journal in which to properly transcribe my entries.

May 17th-

I have hired a bodyguard for Adrien. He keeps trying to sneak out, and I can’t keep losing Nathalie for hours at a time while she chases him down. I don’t understand why he is so desperate to go out and meet other people. Hasn’t he figured out by now that very few people are actually worth meeting? Clearly the stress of losing his mother is clouding his judgement. I’ll arrange for Nathalie to get a few more of those arcade machines he enjoys so much to be shipped in. Hopefully that will help keep him distracted.

Meanwhile, perhaps I should up his modeling engagements. After all, throwing oneself into one's work does provide some temporary solace. It’s certainly the best plan I have come up with so far.

May 22nd-

Adrien’s new Bodyguard has caught him attempting to sneak out twice. Both times he sent me a text informing me that the incident had been taken care of and requesting an appropriate stipend for the installation of new security cameras.

This is clearly the best hiring decision I have made in years.

Adrien may be the closest thing to perfection in this world but alas, children will be children, so I am glad I have some competent staff to manage him until he grows out of it. I believe this teenaged need to rebel in light of our recent family tragedy is what the media refers to as ‘Emo’. I will make some calls to the main office to have more of our black pieces added to his wardrobe. And my ex therapist said I ‘wasn’t paying attention to my sons needs.’ Ha.

June 3rd-

Still no progress in my plan. This morning I woke up from a dream and I couldn’t remember if that is what my wifes laugh actually sounded like.

I can’t live like this. I won’t live like this.

June 5th-

Nathalie I will take dinner in my office. Also I am not to be disturbed for the rest of the weekend.

June 10th-

Feeling infinitely better today.

It has been uncovered that my recently disgraced ex-therapist was having an affair, and with a former patient no less! Clearly he was taking out his own frustrations with his own failed marriage out on me.

Unlike that hypocritical cow, I will preserve my family no matter what impediments I may face. I knew I was right all along. Still, it’s nice to have outside validation.

Nathalie- be sure to send a sizable bonus to the private investigator, as well as a nice fruit basket.

June 17th-

Adrien had a piano recital today. It was exceptional of course. I do wish he had chosen something other than Chopin. Really, is this emo phase going to carry over into everything he does?

I will have to send a message to his bodyguard to start monitoring his packages for hair dye.

Apparently he didn’t approve of me leaving as soon as his piece was over. I don’t see why. It’s not like I have any interest in the other performers and I already paid my admission so it’s no loss to the institution. Children can be so demanding.

Nathalie- make a note, the next time I am required to attend one of these functions make sure I have a tablet with me.

June 23rd-

Why have I still not replaced that dining room table?

July 2nd-

On the plane to London because apparently the instructions “just recreate the exact same show we did a month ago” are too complicated for my employees.

I am doubly glad that I hired a bodyguard for Adrien since he is ill and will not be joining us on this trip.

Hopefully I shouldn’t be gone more than a day or so.

July 6th-

Still in London. Apparently I underestimated just how moronic people can be. I miss my wife. She always knew how to get people to do what I needed them to do with causing them to burst into tears.

She also would have appreciated my puns.

Once I get her home I swear I am going to reward myself with an entire month of not having to speak to anyone whose surname isn’t Agreste.

Except for Nathalie, of course.

July 10th-

Finally home. Adrien has made a full recovery.

He spent all of dinner expounding on the merits of something called ‘MOBA’s. I’ve found it best to just nod and pretend like I understand what he is talking about when he goes on these tangents.

Nathalie- please get me the definition for the term Noob.

July 15th-

I am truly at my wits end. Between my lack of progress on my search for my wife and my constant set backs at the company I am for all intents and purposes trying to go up a creek without a paddle.

Nathalie is less than thrilled with me at the moment as I have taken to locking myself in the office with my cellphone and computer turned off. She doesn’t seem to appreciate having to slide notes under the door.

July 22nd-

Nathalie Sancoeur is the only person to whom I am not related by blood or marriage whom I would make an effort to save during a zombie apocalypse. (Adrien’s current favorite pastime is discussing how he would react to various ridiculous survival scenarios with his bodyguard, or more accurately at his bodyguard.)

She suggested that given my frustrations with some of my staff perhaps some personnel changes were in order.

There is nothing quite so satisfying as telling a worthless employee that they should pack up their desk and go.

I am quite confident that none of the individuals fired today would survive a zombie apocalypse.

Nathalie- please give yourself a 2% raise. It might come in handy for purchasing supplies when we are under siege by an army of the undead.

July 28th-

Adrien had his friend Mllm Bourgeois over again today. He has asked if he can be allowed to attend public school with her this term.

I told him that if Miss Bourgeois is an example of the merits of a public school education I would sooner be tarred and feathered than let him within 50 feet of said institution.

He seems to believe that going to school would allow him the opportunity to make new friends- so I suppose I can at least see the appeal. Though, after observing his interactions today I am amazed he doesn’t simply swear off friendship altogether.

Nathalie- look into putting together some sort of dossier of suitable young people with whom Adrien could potentially associate. Perhaps we can arrange to have some on call for social engagements in the future.

July 29th-

Adrien is not speaking to me today. He has locked himself in his room. Why is everyone in this family so sensitive?

Apparently ‘you can’t just buy friends.’

Clearly he has never been involved in politics.

August 2nd-

Adrien is still angry at me. Fine, if he wants to get into a petty game of who can ignore the other longer I will play his game. He’ll learn that no one beats me when it comes to the silent treatment, just like his mother did. The most she ever made it was 3 days. We will see if Adrien fairs any better.

August 3rd-

Upon further reflection, at the end of those three days I ended up with a broken nose when my wife punched me in the face. Perhaps I should rethink my strategy.

Nathalie- schedule a family meeting to discuss Adrien’s grievances. Tell him it will save time if he prepares a list of his complaints and proposed solutions for me to consult before the start of the negotiations.

August 6th-

Adrien is visiting with his friend Mllm Bourgeois so I am taking the opportunity to go through and organize my wife’s belongings. (The staff has been forbidden from disturbing anything but it is starting to get a bit dusty.) It is best to do this while Adrien is gone as I don’t know if I can tolerate another weekend of melancholy foreign ballads blasting from his room. Or worse that new Jagged Stone album I was foolish enough to order for him as a reward for winning his last fencing competition. I swear that man sounds like a beached whale screaming its way through a slow and agonizing death. I don’t know what Adrien sees to admire in it.

At least his attempted breakouts seem to have come to a temporary halt. Either the efforts of his bodyguard have finally tempered his resolve or he is secretly plotting some sort of elaborate scheme and is trying to lure us into a false sense of security.

I guess we will see how much he takes after me.

Nathalie- make sure all of Adrien’s electronic devices are equipped with GPS tracking.

August 8th-

Still slowly working my way through the cleaning process. The latest edition of some video fighting game arrived for Adrien so he has been conveniently occupied by that. It’s getting harder to face him knowing that I am still no closer to having an answer as to how to get his mother back, not that he asks. He has always been far too kind for his own good.

Still, it is a parent’s job to do what is ultimately best for their children and for the first time in my life I find myself spectacularly failing.

No matter how many hours I spend locked in my office I am still no closer to a concrete plan.

At least Adrien has stopped trying to accompany when I am in there. It’s too hard enough coping with my own failure without my son having to bare witness.

I will figure out a way. I did not get where I am today without being willing to fight for what I want. And once I am successful all of this will just seem like a bad dream. Both for me and for my son.

August 9th-

I never realized just how much of a hoarder my wife was until I took on this project. How many souvenirs does one woman need?

There is an entire suitcase from our last trip to Tibet that she didn’t even bother to unpack.

I’ll take care of it tomorrow.

Nathalie- reschedule my lunch with the mayor. Until after the election if at all possible. 4 months isn’t an unreasonable delay for a man with my obligations.

August 10th-

It seems that there is some truth to the concept that one should actually OPEN the boxes one acquires. I now have in my possession a strange magical creature named Nooroo who seems optimistic in his belief that he can help me in my quest to restore my family. It seems I will have the chance to turn into some sort of super powered empath with the ability to grant powers to others to help combat the forces of evil in this world. Seems like a rather dubious power. Most people are insufferably dim and couldn’t be trusted with a butter knife much less magical enhancements. Still, it is the first positive news in months. I tried opening the other box with the peacock pin but after 10 seconds of the creature crying upon being awakened I have decided to simply return it to dormant and lock it in the safe. Perhaps it will be useful later but for now one miraculous should be more than sufficient.

Nathalie- In light of my new associate we will need a few changes to the house. Additional security, new curtains, as well as some additions to the kitchen inventory. I will upload a list to your PDA.

August 12th-

And Everyone told me I would never have a use for a secret lair. Well I showed them. I have asked Nathalie to arrange for a large shipment of butterflies to be installed for ambiance. I have also brought in a private contractor to hide the control panel. The last thing I want in for Adrien to stumble upon any of this and get the idea to become some sort of hero vigilante. Honestly I don’t know where that boy gets his ridiculous flair for the dramatic. It must be from his mother. Meanwhile I have decided to keep Nooroo dormant for a little while. He keeps wanting me to talk to him about my feelings. If I wanted to do that I wouldn’t have fired my therapist.

August 20th-

Lair is finally ready to go. I realize though that perhaps I should read the instruction manual that came with the miraculous before I attempt to utilize unpredictable magical powers.

Nathalie- please arrange for a large pot of coffee and my favorite armchair to be placed in the lair this afternoon.

August 30th-

Apparently translating ancient codes with no resources or starting point whatsoever is, in fact rather difficult. I supposed I should ask Nooroo for assistance.

#my writing #my fanfiction #crack #ml spoilers #ml season 2 #Gabriel Agreste #And I thought my last one was bad...#why do I write these things?

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Saturday 6th March 2021

A Big Day in the Nature Watch House so...Big Birds

I have to nip out this morning so I wanted to get most of today’s blog written quickly. It’s a glorious morning so far...when you’re inside looking out. The sun’s on the windows but my oh my it’s bitterly cold. To be fair, that’s as per the forecast.

I actually had a decent night’s sleep and was fast on, dreaming a very involved dream, but some notification went off on my phone, which I’d thought was on Do Not Disturb. Boo, it wasn’t even something I needed to know and now I can’t remember the dream because I must’ve been absolutely fast asleep. Woke up to the cricket and frankly, that’s not worth losing sleep for either. It’s not going well for England’s batsmen.

Later Note: England were thrashed by India who won the series.

Here’s a sight to brighten anyone’s day, our hapless Romeo. I say hapless, I can’t be sure his romancing the girls has been totally thwarted.

I think there were eight girls yesterday. At the moment they come three or four times a day and then disappear back into the woods. I hope they’re staying mainly on our side of the lane these days.

We’ve always had this one arched gap between the upper and lower raised beds and I’ve trimmed the growth back and am going to neaten it up a bit more.

There’s another arch now and the girls do like to climb up through the gaps to get to the feeders. This pair sat for ages too the other day, just surveying the garden scene.

I watched them pontificating upon whatever it is they were engrossed in and it was very relaxing actually, not quite like a tank of tropical fish, but nice and calm and still and very pretty the way the sunlight and shadows played on their markings.

The Woodies are always good value for viewing too. Just look at the size of the suet noggin this chap managed to steal away.

He hammered it into his favourite hole in the palm and had a real feast, leaving some for later.

Birds on the line - across the lane

Because I was awake earlier than planned today, I lay in bed watching the Rookery. The Rooks, Crows and Jackdaws were having their own version of a Mad Five today. We’ve got a great number of them and they’ve started coming back into the garden again this week.

We’re expecting ‘scenes’ in the garden again this year because there are going to be a huge number of mouths to feed.

When Ms NW tY was a baby we actually nicknamed her The Bird, it seemed we could never fill her up, gosh she was a good eater. It was difficult during her teen years when she became some kind of rigid flexiterian existing mostly on plain buttered pasta and bits of chicken, but we rode it out and now she has a hugely varied diet and will try more or less anything.

Jackdaw attack

Not only do these photos bring back memories of feeding babies, they remind me of how lush our garden becomes once everything greens up again and how I’ve written this blog every day since virtually this time last year.

I’d only just written that when I saw Jo and Joe Rook in the garden gathering huge mouthfuls of leaves. When I say huge, I really do mean huge. Hopefully those untidy nests of sticks are going to be improved by a little soft furnishing.

WHAT DID I LEARN TODAY?

Going along with the theme of Big birds, meet Wisdom, with a chick, pictured in 2018: story and photo credit to the Daily Mail.

The world's oldest-known wild bird, a 70-year-old Laysan albatross called 'Wisdom', has hatched another chick, making this at least the 40th youngster she has reared.

The septuagenarian seabird hatched an egg again last month on the breeding habitat of Midway Atoll, a tiny island in the Pacific, some 1,300 miles from Hawaii.

Wisdom was first given an identification band back in 1956 at which time she was estimated to be around five, the age at which albatross become sexually mature.

She has been raising chicks with her current mate, a male called 'Akeakamai' since 2010, experts from the US Fish and Wildlife Service have said.

Laysan albatrosses, named for one of the main islands on which they breed are relatively small gull-like albatrosses that can be found in the north Pacific.

They spend nine-tenths of their life out at sea, meaning that researchers can only study them when they return to their breeding grounds around the Hawaiian islands.

Until the 21st century, it was thought that the seabirds typically lived for around 40 years, until Wisdom proved this assumption false.

Wisdom's longevity was first noted in 2002, when the US Fish and Wildlife Service's Chandler Robbins spotted that the bird's identification ring had become damaged and was in need of replacement.

On closer inspection of the tag, however, the biologist realised that the tag had been placed on the albatross 46 years previously, and, moreover, by his younger self.

The fact that Wisdom has reached such an age is impressive, experts have said, given the threats Laysan albatrosses presently face, including fearsome weather conditions, predation from sharks, invasive mice and increasing plastic pollution.

The seabirds typically only lay one egg each year, making the successful rearing of each chick essential to the continuation of the species.

And as to why it was a big day. Well today I became the second and last household member to receive the first stage Covid-19 vaccination, two weeks behind my beloved. I went to a different vaccination centre, organised by a local pharmacist, and I have to say the service was excellent on every level. We’ve both been given the Oxford AstraZeneca jab and in three weeks’ time will be enjoying that very welcome initial degree of protection. Roll on the day everyone’s had the same opportunity.

#pheasants woodpeckers rooks jackdaws albatross

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Tainá Müller: A Voice to be Heard

by Tudo | Oct 13rd, 2020 | Interview

Student of Philosophy, the actress believes that without debate there is no democracy

She is one of the eloquent voices of feminism. She is active to talk and reflect on this and other subjects such as: pandemic, philosophy, environment, artificial intelligence, social networks, and of course, on the new Netflix suspense series “Bom Dia, Verônica”, but the adventures of the actress do not end there, with release scheduled for the end of the year, Tainá is writing a book on motherhood. "It's a kind of philosophical chat, a little unpretentious, but with a lot of confessional moments of exchange," she explained.

In this exclusive interview with TUDO magazine, Tainá reveals herself to be a safe and mature woman to make her choices.

PHOTO BY CYNTHIA SALLES - Globo

Revista TUDO: Debuting the series “Good morning, Veronica” on the streaming platform, you play a clerk who decides to investigate a crime. During the creation process, did you ever visit a police station and learn a little about a clerk's routine? How was your laboratory and how long did it take you to prepare for this job?

Tainá Müller: Yes, I did a two-month preparation with Sergio Penna, which included a visit to the homicide police station in Rio. There, I had access to the routine of police officers from many areas, studied cases of femicide to understand the particularities of this crime and followed the work closely of a clerk. All of this was fundamental to Veronica's composition. But other than that I also had an emotional preparation, to dive into the psychology of the character from the script and a body preparation, which involved fights and shooting classes.

RT: As a matter of fact, the series addresses a little explored genre - thriller -, especially on broadcast television, do you believe that the streaming platforms give the opportunity for the actors to work on other, more interesting themes outside the box?

TM: For sure. The Brazilian audiovisual market is changing very fast, following the global trend of globalization of content. With that, it is natural that we have a greater diversity of themes, genres and how good we are having this opportunity here in Brazil. “Good Morning, Veronica” got my attention from the beginning, precisely because it was very different from everything I had ever seen.

RT: In March the whole world was caught off guard by a pandemic causing the population to be quarantined, isolated, and all of us were affected in some way, some more others less, emotionally, financially. How did those days go by for you and your family?

TM: It was full of emotional, ups and downs, on this roller coaster that became 2020. It is a period of fear and uncertainty and I don't think there was a person in the world who was not affected by this impact. And it is not just the pandemic, there is something very strange in the air in politics, in climate change, in our behavior. But honestly, despite feeling it all, I don't feel comfortable complaining about anything right now. I am aware of my privilege and how hard it is being for people in the most vulnerable positions. I am very sad to see all this around me, I try to help as I can and I take it one day at a time.

RT: We saw that you participate in a group that discusses feminism, an important action nowadays, but how do you see the feminist movement 20 years from now, for example? Because although we have achieved a lot, there is still much to do.

TM: About three years ago I started to study feminism more deeply. I owe a lot to teachers Djamila Ribeiro and Márcia Tiburi, who gave weekly classes to this group of mine on the subject, in a very philosophical and academic way. I honestly cannot imagine what the world will be like in twenty years, but in my utopias I create a much more feminine world, in every way. We have been living for centuries in an energetic imbalance between feminine and masculine. The two forces must be in harmony and equality in order to prosper without self-annihilation. Patriarchy has been stifling the feminine of the world for so long that today we need to fight for the most basic rights. I believe that the toxicity that we experienced at that time comes from this virility without measure, which is predatory, without care and without reflection. I hope that men can be free to rediscover their feminine side of protection, nutrition and delicacy with details, with the subtle. And that women rediscover all the creative power that the feminine has, without the fear of violence, oppression and silence. I gradually feel that this movement has already started. Men and women are becoming more aware and the backlash of this is an attempt to hold on to the unstoppable which is the path of evolution.

PHOTO BY CYNTHIA SALLES - Globo

RT: Back to the classroom you chose the philosophy course, and philosophy is the search for knowledge, reflection, questions and wisdom, but in the midst of everything that is happening (deforestation, homophobia, prejudice, intolerance, patriotism, hatred and etc.). Can you see a light at the end of the tunnel for future generations?

TM: I believe that the light at the end of the tunnel will not magically come out, it is the result of building thought, of resuming the ability to imagine. Yes, I think that today's social upheaval is an identity crisis caused by the excess of (dis) information that we receive every day through the screens. Our thinking is influenced by an algorithm that constantly reaffirms our tastes and values, creating thought bubbles with insurmountable walls. At the same time that we are all connected, we are watching the debate dies. And without debate, there is no democracy, you cannot reach a place of common interest. We have a lot to think about, what to invent and what to review in order to get out of this web of immobility that holds us. Perhaps the only thing that unites us, regardless of values and political position, is that we want a different world from the one we have now. We all have the feeling that “something didn't work out” and that we need to fix it. I believe that everyone today with food on the table has the duty to put their head on thinking about a new world, one that accommodates diversity, one that is more free and fair, more egalitarian and, above all, more ecological. How are we going to do it? I have no idea. But if we don't start debating and thinking now, it won't happen in the future. We need to stop falling into the trap of re-discussing ideas from 100 years ago and start looking ahead. We need to bury the 20th century in order to enter the 21st century definitively.

PHOTO BY CYNTHIA SALLES - Globo

RT: You are also scheduled for the original series “Evil Secret”, which is slowly return to filming. How has adaptation been at work in the midst of a pandemic? And taking advantage of the opportunity, how is your character [in the series], personality, behavior?

TM: My character is a criminal lawyer who gets involved with the forensic psychiatrist plays by Sergio Guizé. I can't give spoliers (laughs) but I hope to be able to start filming soon.

RT: Recently, the psychoanalyst Contardo Calligaris said that relations will be cleaner and more truthful among people in the post-pandemic period. What is your perception of the post-pandemic world? Do you already notice the change in the people around you?

TM: I believe that we still cannot measure the impact of all this change in our relationships, but I believe that the imminence of death always brings a lot of learning. At least I am on this path, of continuing to foster relationships of true exchange, of honesty and I have less and less patience for social masks. I hope that this is a trend and that we can increasingly live in authenticity.

RT: Taina, we would like to know a little more about the book you intend to write talking about motherhood. As it is a very specific topic, we would like to understand what the main approach you intend to take, and also how the idea came about? What is the name of the book and if it has a release date? Are you writing alone?

TM: This book emerged from the invitation of Companhia das Letras to write about the topic after a text I published in the newspaper “O Globo”. It is the result of a dialogue with Marcos Piangers about parenting in this changing world, about what it was like for us to be a son and now what it feels like to be a mother of a boy and a father of girls. It is a kind of philosophical, unassuming conversation but with very confessional moments of exchange. We plan to launch by the end of the year. It is late because of the demands of the pandemic, or rather, of our own parenting at that moment without school and without help.

RT: You recommended a documentary: “The Social Dilemma” that talks about artificial intelligence and the algorithm. But I wanted to understand how you do to keep mental health balanced and away from social networks, in a world where posting more and more has become essential in the lives of many people. How do you control these longings that come many times, without us noticing?

TM: I can say that today, despite being aware of the problem, I am totally immersed in it. And I wonder if I will ever have my brain and my time back. We have been captured, our professions and networks depend on it now, our entire generation is in the networks. The “I think, therefore I am”, became “I post, therefore I am”. Who has never experienced the strange sensation of living something very special and feels obliged to “leave” the moment to post, why not register there on the networks it seems that the moment did not even exist? Anyway, I hope that we will wake up and at least fight for the regulation of this trillion-dollar technology industry, so that we are not completely dominated by it. Otherwise, we will see democracy giving complete space to the supremacy of the industry and that is scary. I believe that it is possible to maneuver this transatlantic and change this route, strengthening and reaffirming the control institutions. There is a lot of shade, but there is also a lot of light in the technologies. Today I can attend a class by an indigenous leader directly from a village in Acre, something that would have been impossible years ago. So I root for ethics.

PHOTO BY CYNTHIA SALLES - Globo

RT: You said that when the vaccine comes out, the first thing you will do is take your son to visit the Nova Esperança village of the Yawanawas, it is sad to see everything that is happening with the forests, with the animals and with the indegenous. But do you believe that there will be time for salvation as government officials are not committed to resolving these issues?

TM: There has to be time. But we have to be more active, as civil society, to fight for what is right for us, which is a livable world. And protecting the indigenous is also self-protection, since they are the guardians of the forest that sustains the biochemical balance so that life on Earth is still possible. Not only that, they also have an ancestral knowledge of survival and harmony with the environment that we urgently need to recover. The decolonization of our thinking is fundamental to our own survival. The indigenous people teach us to "think outside the box" and I think that today they produce the most contemporary thinking of all, so whenever I can I hear what they have to say. I realize that they bring a different logic of existence, much more connected to the essence of life much more integrated with everything that exists and with the true “key to happiness” that capitalism wants so much to sell and cannot achieve, bringing only insatiability of desires. I am sad because we are privileged in Brazil for having all this wealth of cultural diversity in the country, which wants and has a lot to teach us, but we do not value it. We still do not see our true gold, which is the power of our original peoples and their way of life. We cannot let capitalism destroy our greatest wealth. We need to act and it is now.

#taina muller #tainamuller #bom dia veronica #bomdiaveronica #revistatudo

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