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buck started going by buckley in high school before he came out because he hated his birth name. at some point everyone started shortening it to buck. after he left hershey he started to transition and changed his name to evan. but he was still attached to buck so when he need a nickname at the academy he stuck with it. which gets us to this point where he mostly goes by buck. the first name that kinda felt like his. but sometimes the people close to him get evan privileges. the name he grew into and chose for himself
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just finished my last exam so it's officially SUMMER :D new icon time everyone say thank u haircut dog for your service
#hes been my icon for like four years o7#but tutter my love my summertime prince.... it is your time to shine <3#im gonna pin this for a few days for the muties (different way of saying mutuals)#molly speaks
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i'm just a lil guy sdfgfsd
for real though, i'm always happy to chat and vibe and whatever else, in all honesty! i'm usually always on discord for the most part fjkdfskj but i'm always happy to talk to new people! i'm just. also terribly shy at first too ;-;
if it helps at all, just know that this is who you're talking to:
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fuck it, i'm telling you guys too: these are the four muppet(y-type) puppets that i associate with alan wilder because two tHiNgS collided a while ago and i immediately think of him when i see them:
oscar the grouch - they have the same birthday (canonically speaking, oscar is exactly 20yrs older than alan but in reality, alan is exactly 10yrs older than oscar)
harry the hipster (sam & friends) - look at them and tell me they're not the same.
tutter (bear in the big blue house) - this is cuz of a moot here and i cannot unsee it oh my God.
nelson (mongrels) - if you've watched mongrels, you know exactly why i associate alan with him.
#newtrabble#alan#soz alan but you're just 4 muppet(y-type) puppets in a trench coat#muppet-y type because nelson isn't a henson creation but mongrels has a henson muppet vibe (just r00d)
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Hi-ho everyone! This is my official Introduction post!!
Ok, so my name is Ollie, or you can call me Oliver, or Buggie as well, any of them work! I am Transmasculine!
I go by He/They and I am Pansexual and Gray asexual!
Here are a few extra facts about myself!
I am an artist (digital and traditional)
I LOVE MUSIC
I can play the ukulele
My favorite color is Green
My favorite animal is a caterpillar
I LOVE jingley, sparkley, and squeaky things
I REALLY LOVE CLOWNS AND JESTERS AND AND ALL THE STUFF LIKE THAT!!
I was born without a thyroid (a gland that helps your whole body and mind work and grow properly)
Here is all the entertainment I like (and favorite characters going by top three (3) )
Muppets
Rowlf, Janice, Scooter
Fraggle Rock
Boober, Wembley, Mokey
Sesame Street
Big Bird, Bert and Ernie (package deal), Cookie Monster
Welcome Home
Wally, Eddie, Barnaby (Howdy is fourth (4th), this was hard to choose)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (all variants)
Rise Leo, 2012 Donnie, 2012 Raph
Five Nights at Freddy's
Eclipse, Foxy, Roxanne Wolf
K-pop
StrayKids, ATEEZ, BTS
My Little Pony
Pinkie Pie, Flutter Shy, Rainbow Dash
Bluey
Bandit, Bingo, Bluey
The Owl House
King, Luz, Eda (I'm on Season one (1) )
Avenue Q
Nicky, Rod, Kate Monster
My Friendly Neighborhood
Norman
Bear in the Big Blue House
Treelo, Bear, Tutter
Dream Along With Me (made by @dreammeiser)
Archie, Earl, Muffin
Spider-Man
This one kinda speaks for itself
OK K.O: Let's be Heroes!
Professor Venomous, K.O, Fink
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Horror Films (quite a few)
Hamilton
Be More Chill
Little Shop of Horrors
The Heathers
Ride the Cyclone
(Some are a bit less than others, but I still like all these things)
Now for my DNI CRITERIA...
DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG IF YOU ARE A PART OF ANYTHING LISTED BELOW.
Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, Pr0sh!pping, Body Shaming, Political Conversationalist, if you support Rape , inc3st or abuse, NSFW accounts and lastly listed here, please don't interact if you're gonna try shoving your religion down people's throats (Religion is good, but y'know, to each their own, everyone has different beliefs)
Now, the "Beware" criteria. (These are just for everyone's comfort and your safety so that you don't see anything you are afraid of, or so that you don't get in trouble or anything like that)
Beware if you are afraid of clowns, jesters or anything of the sort, if you're afraid of bugs, if you are uncomfortable with gore at any extent, and if you are still at an impressionable age, I'd say like...thirteen (13) and under, maybe? (This is for my own comfort and your own safety, I don't want y'all getting in trouble because you tried acting\talking like me)
Now, if you're already following me and you meet any of these "Beware Criteria" standards (mainly the first three (3) ), please do tell me so I can take extra extra precautions just in case if I post anything that could scare you or trigger a breakdown for you or anything of the sort!!
This concludes my introduction post! I hope we can all be friends and be nice to eachother. Now, have a lovely day or night!!
#intro post#let's be friends#><#the muppets#fraggle rock#sesame street#welcome home arg#tmnt#rottmnt#fnaf#kpop#my little pony#bluey#the owl house#the nightmare before christmas#hamilton musical#be more chill#little shop of horrors#the heathers#ride the cyclone#avenue q
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yo speaking of bear in the big blue house,
treelo was a whole crackhead. he was 100% no thoughts, just vibes
and the way i see people using tutter for memes and not knowing the source material is craaazy
and does bear give off mick foley vibes for anyone else?
i also learned that this show ended bc the voice of luna (the moon) passed and the show went went on hiatus with more seasons and a movie put on the shelf. i think the rest of the cast is still around bc either the voice, the puppeteer, or something for bear was just at san diego comic con i think. some convention
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i lied about being done with the character threads, so here's some more troopers. they're part of the kusu kusu gang; the upgraded version of the trio with more members.
Flip (they/them)
Nonbinary
Age: 24
Power: Bubble
This lil' dude is a pro at surfing, and they're also pretty intelligent, too. They only speak in unintelligible chitter-chatters (which everyone can understand) and they're quite the potty mouth, too. The substance dripping out of their nose isn't actually snot; it's a special fluid they uses to shoot bubbles out of their nose. The bubbles can trap objects and people inside to send them to different locations.
Fun Fact: The creator said he had a striking resemblance to Tutter from Bear in the Big Blue House.
Goober (he/him)
Bisexual GNC Cis Man
Age: 25
Powers: Freeze + Phantom
Recognize this spooky disc jockey? It turns out, he used a fake alias to spy on Dokuro Kingdom, so that makes him a traitor! He's quite the wildcard, and his bloodlust is really high in battle. He has ice powers to freeze people to death, and he also has ghost powers to pass through walls, possess anything, and communicate with ghosts.
Fun Fact: He's one year older in Season 2, because a finshed season = a brand new year.
Mildew (she/he)
Omnisexual + Bigender
Age: 23
Power: Poison
She's usually lazy and messy, but that doesn't mean she's a terrible fighter. He can spew out purple goop that can poison his enemies, and unfortunately he can't control that power.
Fun Facts: Her design is based on Venonat from Pokemon, and the creator said she looked like "an Ultraman kaiju".
Mac (he/him)
Transgender Man
Age: 29
Power: Earth
Mac is stoic and tough, and he's also shown to be warm-hearted. He lost both of his hands in the zombie apocalypse, so he had to go to the hospital to get some brand new bionic ones. He can use his powers to control tectonic plates, so he can make rocks come up from the ground.
Fun Fact: He has visible top surgery scars on his chest.
Okay. I promise this is my last character thread of all. I hope you enjoyed this one!
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Teddy!
I really want to change the theme of my blog but I’m having trouble figuring what I want to do and how & I love you me style! can you help me? ⭐️
omg yes of course! here’s how I put mine together:
Started with pfp! I chose tutter from bear in the big blue house because he’s adorable and literally me, and I just liked that particular image in general. Pick something that you really like, something that you really vibe with!
For the background photo I chose a nice art piece I had saved to my camera roll that I thought went nicely with my pfp. Personally, what I like for background photos is old art (basically anything pre-21st century) or any art that I find aesthetically pleasing. The key for me is trying to correlate the background to the pfp in terms of color scheme and vibes
the color I use for my blog is just a nice shade of my fav color! I recommend also trying to align this with the background and pfp, but really do whatever speaks to you!
Hope this helps!! Thanks for the ask! I had fun writing this out :)
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does anyone have that corrupted video of tutter speaking and i think using a whipped cream can i remembered it existed and i want it so badly it's so fucking funny
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Best ENT Clinic in Hyderabad
The ENT hospital is one of the most important medical institutions in Hyderabad. The term ear nose and throat (ENT) refers to any medical specialty that deals with the ear, nose and throat. Ear nose and throat specialists are trained to diagnose, treat and manage diseases related to the ears, nose and throat. The ENT specialist is also known as an Otolaryngologist or Otorhinolaryngologist. Ear Nose Throat Treatment in Hyderabad
ENT is an abbreviation for Ear, nose and throat. ENT hospitals are also known as Ear, nose and throat hospitals.
ENT treatments include treatment for ear infections, hearing loss, snoring and sleep disorders which can be done by using the latest technologies in this field. In addition to the above-mentioned services offered by the ENT doctors at these hospitals they also provide dental care on site so that patients do not have to travel back home after their visit has ended!
ENT surgeon will perform ENT surgery on the nose or the throat and also treat sinusitis. They can also perform cosmetic surgery to improve your appearance by reducing the size of your nose or reshaping it in some way.
The ENT surgeon will look at any condition that affects your breathing or swallowing system including:
Allergic rhinitis (seasonal allergic reaction) * Snoring/narcolepsy (sleep apnea) * Nasal congestion due to colds/sinusitis * Nasal polyps (small growths in the inside of your nostrils)
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With the advancement of technology in our country, the ear nose and throat hospital have become well equipped with the latest equipment to offer highest quality ENT treatment to patients. The advancements made by professionals from western countries has helped doctors perform surgeries on a larger scale which helps them see inside your body more easily. This also helps them detect diseases early before they spread further into your body causing serious damage or even death if left untreated at an earlier stage!
These days’ doctors do not have to perform some complex surgeries manually but can use a microscope to see deep into the nasal cavity or the throat. The microscope has a camera that is connected to a monitor. On this monitor, there are images of what happens inside your body on display, which makes it easier for you and your doctor to understand what needs fixing. With these tools, doctors can do things like remove cancerous cells or fix broken bones without having to take you out of bed or even leave home!
This has improved the chances of success for many surgical interventions for patients. This is due to the tuttering caused by a stroke affecting parts of brain responsible for controlling speech production functions such as Broca's area located on left hemisphere side near motor cortex which controls vocalization movements while speaking fluently; Wernicke's area located deep inside brainstem near auditory cortex where language comprehension takes place; Fusiform gyrus involved in visual perception related activities including reading comprehension skills).
With the above information, you should be able to choose your Best ENT treatment hospital in Hyderabad. We have come up with some of the best ENT treatments which offer high quality services at affordable prices. If you want to know more about these then visit our website for details and contact Us.
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this just in! recent study finds that making a deal with the devil increases the effect of t on bottom growth!
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A ROWDY GAL!!
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Yo, so this hadn't occurred to me until just this moment, but why haven't I seen any Fnaf Security Breach posts that utilize Bear in the Big Blue House memes/screenshot redraws? Glamrock Freddy has just as many dad qualities as Bear (not to mention both have very soothing ways of speaking), Gregory has all the gremlin energy of Tutter, there is an absolute gold mine of content there. XD You can't tell me it wouldn't be hilarious if done well.
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The Marnk’s Curse
Whistling wind whipped around the woman’s thin frame. The song of the forest lilted along, whispering to her its secrets. A stream bubbled merrily beside the path as she walked. The sun glowed brightly between vibrant orange and apple-red leaves. The woman tossed her head back and smiled.
She wandered on, her silky ashen locks flowing behind her head. In the nearby villages, rumors claimed that she alone possessed such beautiful hair—a perfect compliment to her brilliant amber eyes and smooth copper skin. Men would flock to her, begging for her hand in marriage. A gift from the gods, they called her.
“Greetings be to you!” hissed a rotten voice.
The woman turned, while the hair rose on her arms. “I beg your pardon?” she asked.
The creature addressing her—for it was a sort of inhuman being—tuttered and stepped closer. “I couldn’t help but notice that you appear to be lost, and wish to extend my services in aiding you home.”
The woman stared at the thing before her. It had feathers protruding from its braided orange hair and a pair of wide eyes, each a different color. It stood as if standing were painful, hunched over an old branch. Its ears were as pointed as its long nose.
Snapping out of her stupor, the woman replied to its offer. “I am not lost,” she said. “I am merely exploring. I know my way home, and have no need of help.”
“Is that so?” asked the creature. It inched closer, then stopped. “My apologies, oh beautiful maiden, for I have neglected to introduce myself. I am Narik, Marnk of this forest. Who might you be?”
She took a step back, disgusted by the creature's appearance. “Begone, foul beast; I know where I am.”
Narik's eyes narrowed. “I offer you my help, and you respond in such a way? Who are you?”
The woman shook her head. “I need you not.”
With a yowl of anger, the creature set upon her. The woman let out a shriek, falling back while the beast cackled. “Who do you think you are, dear beauty, that you may speak to another as rudely as you do?” He spat at her feet. “Is it because I am not as pretty as you?”
“Ghastly beast!” The woman cried, “If it weren’t so unseemly of a lady, I should beat you with my own fists!” She scrambled to her feet and turned her back on the wretched thing.
The Marnk cackled. “Then let there be a curse upon you until you learn your manners. You shall never again be called beautiful until that day!”
Frightened by the thought of such a curse, the woman turned back, but the Marnk had vanished. A cold dread seeped into her chest. A village rested not far away, she knew. There, she could see just what the foul beast had done, if anything at all.
And so she sprinted off, through the woods and over the brook. She broke free from the trees, village in sight, but her footing was lost and sent her tumbling down a steep hill. Her head knocked against a rock, and the world vanished into black.
When she awoke, she did not know where she was. In a bed, it seemed, with four walls and a roof overhead. The smell of food cooking herbs wafted against her nose.
“Good morning!” called a cheery voice.
The woman sat up slowly, searching for its owner. “W-where am I?” she asked. “Who are you?”
“I am Reyna, and you are in my home,” replied the voice, which belonged to a portly woman with deft but calloused hands and a frizzy mane of hair that stood in all directions. “I found you lying in the field as I passed,” she said. “What is your name?”
The cursed woman scoffed, the mere presence of a peasant displeasing her. “My name? Why, I am Arai, the most beautiful woman in the land!”
Reyna laughed. “You must have hit your head very hard if you think that! You look just like every other woman I know!”
At this the woman begged for a looking glass. Reyna, though amused at first, eventually did fetch her one. Thus Arai, the most beautiful woman in all the land, stared at her reflection with a pouting lip and a tear in her eye. Her hair no longer sported its ashen color; her face was no longer smooth; her eyes no longer shone. She screamed at the sight of herself. It cannot be! she thought. I am but a commoner!
Reyna sat beside her. “What happened? Are you truly Arai?”
The woman recounted her meeting with Narik. “That wretched beast cursed me! Now what shall I do?”
“Take heart, Arai. You are free to stay with me until your curse is lifted.”
The woman sighed. “It seems that I have no other choice. My father will not know me and throw me out, and my friends will nought but mock me.”
And so she stayed. Every morning she would go to the baker and buy some bread for her and Reyna. Then she would wander around the village feeling bemoaning her state for herself. Reyna did all that she could to help, but the only thing that could help her was herself.
Then one day as she meandered about, she stumbled across a couple fighting. The wife’s creamy dark face was flushed and her glowing umber eyes blazed with anger. Arai ducked behind a stack of hay and listened.
“I am my own human being!” the woman cried. “You should treat me as one!”
Her husband laughed. “You may be human, but your mind is as slow as your face is pretty. You belong to me; we are not equal.”
His wife slapped him across the face and began to storm off. The man grabbed her by the hair and dragged her inside their home. Enraged screams echoed through the doorway, but the villagers walked on, unaware or uncaring of the commotion.
That could have been me, Arai realized. Had that dastardly Narik not cursed me, I would have been married off soon to the richest man who demanded my hand. Would he have ever loved me, as this man loves not his own wife?
With her childhood dreams of having a loving husband, many beautiful children, and wonderful riches crushed, Arai returned to Reyna’s home, contemplating her life. I am a regular peasant now. I am not beautiful anymore. So what am I? She sat alone and pondered everything. Perhaps this curse is not all that I thought it was.
That night, when Reyna returned from her work, she found Arai in a puddle of her own tears. “Oh, dear! Sweet Arai, what has happened?”
“All this time I have treated my lack of beauty as a horrible curse, but now I understand that it has been a blessing,” Arai wailed. “My beauty was the true curse all along!”
Reyna nodded, comforting her with an arm draped over her shoulders. “I’m not sure what to say, but I may agree. You have seen the true horrors that lie behind beauty, haven’t you?”
Arai wept for hours that night, clinging tight to her newest-found friend. The next day, she resolved to find Narik. “I must find that Marnk. I must thank him,” she said.
She set out into the forest and searched far and wide—over stream, gully, and brush. Finally, after many days of searching, she located him hidden in a cave. “Why have you come here, child?” hissed the creature.
“I wish to thank you,” Arai replied. “If you had not stolen away my beauty, I never would have learned of the true beauty found within. Because I was made like all the rest, I have learned of love and kindness. Because of your curse, I have made the greatest friend I will ever know.”
The creature smiled. “So even the buzzard can turn a new leaf. If you would like, I can return to you the beauty that I stole away. You may return to your old life and be fawned over by men from all over.”
The woman shook her head. “No, I don’t need it. Your blessing has opened my eyes to that.”
Narik smiled. “And so you are beautiful, indeed.
#fiction#short fiction#original fiction#original work#short story#this is old#like. SUPER old#first wrote it as an 'entry essay' for a uni i didn't go to#got me accepted tho#though reading back through it was uhhh.#yeah#it was pretty rough around the edges#not sure how it got me accepted#tw abuse#curses#it wasn't intended when i wrote it#but arai and reyna are totally lesbians#i have decreed it#this concludes all the old stuff i had in my gdrive#at least#all the ones i'm willing to post#there's a lot of unfinished wips in there#and one that i REALLY want to publish professionally#because i think i could#anyway yeah#:D#writerblr
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I feel a bit mean throwing her to the wolves this way, but I'm genuinely curious what Zariel would Think my of my Fantasy Whumpee OC Kiri.
She's very modest, timid and kind-hearted by nature. She'd be what some call the cinna-bun of my OC Collection, I feel Kiri doesn't have a mean or hurtful bone in her body. But that also leads her to all sorts of manipulation from those who have impure intentions.
She speaks softly and reservedly, only usually when spoken too. She was born with a light stutter though— "I-if I'm sorry to interrupt you.. but I-it's really not so much of a stutter a-as.. I'm.. j-just shy.."
Petty much that. Physically She's on the shorter sider only standing about 5'5 ½, Thinner on the frailer side and the softest sun kissed skin to compliment her Golden amber eyes & Long in length Light Brown hair that reaches about mid-way down her back, and short White horns upon the top of her head. {She is a Demon}
“Oh aren't you an absolute treat.” Zariel runs his fingers through her silken hair. “Can barely speak to a future duke without tripping on your own words but don’t fret, many people do that in my presence.” He quickly takes a grasp of Kiri’s hair and uses it to force her gaze to meet his. “Though your personality is quite.” he takes a moment to ponder the right word. “lacking for a demon, though it is similar to the maids so if you ever applied to work for me the training would be shorter for you.” An evil grin form on Zariel’s face. “Though we would need to get rid of that st-t-t-tutter.”
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today (of all days) - pt. 1
Hello! I am back! Dropped off writing for a bit due to hiatus and my utter inability to write things in order but I have returned with a brand new 5+1 idea. Hope y’all enjoy it!!
5 times Gil helped Jessica + 1 time he was too late
Jessica wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing here, not really. With a bottle of bourbon in one hand and two suite tickets to the Mets game in the other she was certain it was a thank you. For helping her with the interrogations, for being there for Malcolm the past few months. Everything felt like a tornado right now, ripping her life apart but Gil-
Gil felt like something to hold onto.
However, standing here, in front of the door feels a lot more like moving on than she expected. Having someone to hold onto meant having something to lose. She’d already lost everything. She couldn’t do it again. Not this time.
She’s almost completely convinced herself to leave the gift on his doorstep and call once she was out of earshot when the door swings open. Gil doesn’t even look shocked to see her there, only raising an eyebrow at her dumbfounded look.
“How long were you planning on standing outside my door?” The smirk on his face tells her he’s joking.
“How-”
“I heard your heels. Nobody that lives on this floor would risk their neck walking in those.” He steps aside pulling the door open a little wider for her. “Come on in.” She does, taking a moment to look around. She’d seen his place for only passing moments. Mostly when she needed someone to watch Malcolm and Ainsley when she had a court hearing. The process of Martin’s trial was exhausting enough without Malcolm having a panic attack at the thought of being left alone with even just Luisa, who he’d known his whole life.
Though, he’d thought he’d known Martin his entire life too.
“Would you like a drink?” Gil’s voice pulls her out of the spiral she’d slipped into. He looks concerned, not many people do now-a-days.
“No, actually. I brought these for you.” She lifts the gifts to hand over to him. “It’s a thank you. For everything you’ve done for the past few months. Without you I-” She almost laughs. Truthfully, without him she would be nowhere. Likely lost in some pit of alcohol and pills, praying that neither of her kids are the ones that find their mother like that. After her family disgraced her with tuttering remarks that they always knew Martin Whitly was trouble, she felt abandoned. Cast aside with two children, one traumatized beyond any reason for a 12 year old and the other so painfully oblivious that even when she tried to go on as normal it unintentionally ripped Jessica’s heart out. Suddenly a single mother with no family.
“You didn’t need to do this.” Gil smiles, taking the tickets and bottle from her hands.
“I wanted to.”
“Well, I can’t wait to teach Malcolm the correct team to be rooting for.” Her jaw drops again. That wasn’t who the other ticket was meant for. He was supposed to bring a friend, or family, or a girlfriend. Not Malcolm. “What? You didn’t think I’d bring Shannon, did you?”
She tilts her head disapprovingly. “You don’t.”
“Jess.” He sighs placing both down and taking her by the shoulders. It’d become a common practice. A stance he adopted when he could see everything becoming too much all at once. Especially on the days of the trial where she was forced to testify against the man she loved. Or, once loved. “Malcolm is a good kid. I like having him around. Right now, he needs to feel normal and If I can give him a day where I teach him everything I know about baseball? If it distracts him from everything else for just one day, that makes me happy.”
“You’re a good man.” She smiles, almost lamenting how she wishes for a moment that Gil was Malcolm’s father. He was the antithesis of her, grounded and calm. A hero for both the city but for her son too.
“Should I get two glasses?” She looks to the door, her lips searching for an excuse to leave that truthfully doesn’t exist. Her schedule completely cleared of everything shortly after Martin’s arrest other than press hounding her every other day. Publishists demands for the story of Mrs. Whitly flooded her voicemail. Both Malcolm and Ainsley at school for another 5 hours meant she would be all alone in a home that whispered with the voices of dead women she never even met before.
“Sure.” She decides. He moves to the cabinet retrieving two glasses that look more expensive than anything she’d really expect him to own.
“Family heirloom.” He explains, having caught her expression of surprise. “My mother gave them to me as a good luck gift after I graduated from the academy.”
“Well I could use all the luck I could get.” She chuckles dryly.
“That and I don’t think glasses I got on sale at Macy’s are quite fitting for what you brought.” That does actually get a genuine laugh from her. It feels good to laugh. Truthfully she doesn’t remember the last time she had a real one, not laced with a fake polite tone or sarcasm. He pours them both a glass and they move into the living room.
His decor is much simpler than her home. The walls hold a lot more frames, family and friends smile back at her and she stops in her tracks when she notices one of Malcolm. He’s smiling at the camera with a wide toothed grin that brings tears to her eyes. She remembers Gil had asked her if it was ok that he had that photo in his apartment. A small moment from a diner she heard Malcolm talk about a lot, Mel’s if she remembers or something along those lines. Seeing the photo here, amongst other family of Gil’s, hit something different. A chord struck that she wasn’t the only one looking out for him now.
“Jess,” Gil calls to her, his voice a little panicked. She looks over and she wonders just how long he’d been trying to get her attention.
“Sorry. I was thinking.”
“How are you doing?” The question catches her off guard. So many people have asked her that in the past month alone. A call from her mother, from Birdie, her attorney, Alphonso, the therapist that Luisa recommended to her.
“I’m fine.” She tries.
“Jessica.” The tone is a don’t bullshit me one. He had a knack for knowing when she was lying.
“I can’t think about it. Not right now. It’s all-” Her voice catches in her throat and she chases the lump away with a drink. “Right now everything is too close. If I stop, it will all hit at once. I can’t let myself be swept up by Martin. Not when Malcolm and Ainsley need me.”
“But who’s there for you?” She stops again, staring off for a moment. Truly, the only person that she thought was ever there for her is getting a cushy space in a psychiatric hospital when he should be rotting in prison. When she can’t find an answer Gil speaks up again, “Well, I’ll tell you what. If you ever need anything my door is open.”
“I can’t do that to you. Not when you do so much for this family already.”
“Well, how about this. You bring the bourbon and we can talk about anything you need to talk about over a good drink that probably costs more than my paycheck.” She laughs, again it feels like it loosens some of the tension in her chest. A part of her screams at her, knowing that she’s getting to close again but yet his eyes are so gentle. With a smile that feels so soft that it should only be shared with the purest of heart. She doesn’t deserve to be smiled like that, and yet.
“I’d like that.”
#prodigal son#gilica#jessica whitly x gil arroyo#gil arroyo x jessica whitly#jessica x gil#jessica whitly#gil arroyo#5+1 Things#5+1 fic#notgonnarememberthis fics#fanfic#today (of all days)#today (of all days) pt 1#today (of all days) part 1#yall ready for this
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