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Villains Aren't Born (They're Made)

[This song had me reimagine the ending to one of my WIPs.]

There is a 5-10 second intro, a fixed (stationary) POV of a figure walking through a hallway, like they walk on air. Their eyes obscured- just a gentle smile. It flashes between them walking and them standing in front of a throne.

They're seen interacting/talking with others. Smiling laughing.

There are flashes of people fighting, crying, fire, blood.

They are seen talking with others around a table. The smile slowly fading away

We see them standing in a room, shadows behind them, like people. In front of them is a small group of people squared off.

We see them again, walking down a hallway, smoke behind them.

Lights flash slowly like explosions.

They stand in a circle, surrounded by people they know, slowly after each flash one by one the people disappear, only a shadowy silhouette left behind.

We see them again standing in a dark room leaning over a table, the view is zoomed in on their eyes, rage/contempt (think a soft glare) visible in them.

We see more shadows appear and fall behind them with dimmer flashes of light.

As each shadow falls we see them ascend large steps, the view of their profile- ascending the steps and facing them- showing the shadows behind them. Their face still obscured from view.

The final view snaps to them, no longer moving, zoomed in on their eyes, closed.

Their eyes snap open and the view switches to show them in front of a throne- a devastated field behind them.

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Nobody ever likes my posts but I'm gonna keep making em

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I'm also making some revisions to On Boundary. I will make note of it at the top of Pt.4 to hopefully minimize confusion.

I might make some revisions to Syrin series and the same thing, any revisions I will make note of at the top of the new part posted 😁

Hey my lovelies 😅

So I know I've been MIA but I'm working on updates for On Boundary Pt.4 and the Syrin series. I'm also working on actually posting something for my Coven WIP.

I hope I haven't lost many of you. Thank you for putting up with my bs.

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Hey my lovelies 😅

So I know I've been MIA but I'm working on updates for On Boundary Pt.4 and the Syrin series. I'm also working on actually posting something for my Coven WIP.

I hope I haven't lost many of you. Thank you for putting up with my bs.

#deadgirl writes #syrin series #rick flag #mathias clark #on boundary series

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Being a fic writer like

Friend: How’s the writing going? You’ve been at it for hours

Me:

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Zahn McClarnon as Mathias in Longmire S1-S6 | (r.)

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1x9 rewatch

Yeeeee, this has Jacob and Mathias.  Good good.  …It bothers me faaaar more than it should (which is to say, at all) that the episode title “Dogs, Horses and Indians” doesn’t have an Oxford comma.  Like, a lot.  o.o

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Character descriptions from the Longmire Pilot script (in order of appearance):

Walt:

Vic:

Henry “Handsome Cheyenne” Standing Bear:

Branch:

Mathias:

Omar:

Ruby:

Ferg:

…rude.

aaaand Cady:

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My favorite arc in Longmire will always be the Henry and Mathias Show or it's alternate title How Well Can A Vigilante and Tribal Police Chief Get Along And Work Together

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Fresh Start

Rick Flag x Reader

A/N: I haven’t wrote Rick in a long time! So I hope you enjoy! And to also celebrate 1 year release of TSS. Issa little long though😝

Genre: PG-13

Notes: Idc, Rick is alive in my world😬 Language.

He was a volunteer at the Children’s Home you were working at. Despite his intimidating aura, the children saw him as a big, cuddly teddy bear.

Your female colleagues didn’t waste a second as they hungrily eyed every inch of his six foot three sculpted figure as he walked in every Friday evening to the delight of the kids.

However, they could only do so much. So like the warm hearted (and slightly annoying) colleagues you had found two years ago, everyone tried their best to get you closer with him.

But you couldn’t. It was simply unethical. Sure, he was a walking Adonis but no way you were going to loose your job because you couldn’t control yourself. Besides, you weren’t even sure if he even had any feelings for you.

“What are you still doing here girl?” Myra, the receptionist, stared at you through the glass panels of the front desk. You try to reason with her that you still had a couple of paperwork to finish before calling it a week. Needless to say, she wasn’t having any of it.

“You ain’t even paid extra! Leave it for another day- ah ah ah!” She waves a slender hand in your face. “I don’t want to hear any of it! Go enjoy yourself! Besides, Rick looks like he’s waiting for you to knock off.” Myra gives a wink before sauntering off to the dormitories.

Guts twisting in your stomach, you walked over as normally as you could, giving a quick wave. “Hey stranger!”

Rick turns, and upon seeing you, he breaks out into a grin. “Hey! Finally! Thought you were working overtime again.” You thought he had emphasized on the last word a little longer than usual, making you feel bad.

“I guess I decided to give myself a break.” You shrugged. “What’s keeping you here so late?”

Rick’s facial expression changed, and you wondered to yourself if you had yet messed up again. He seemed to have sense your discomfort, so he chimes in quickly.

“Oh! Well, work’s been really busy and I don’t think I’ll be able to see the children regularly so… it’s my last day here.”

You weren’t even sure why your heart had dropped inside your chest, but you maintained your poker face.

“Damn… the children will miss you…” You held back on the rest of the words that you truly wanted to tell him.

“How about a farewell dinner? It’s on me.”

Six Months Later,

You exit the counseling room, reminding the children at the playground that dinner was in an hour.

Arriving at your cubicle, you slumped on your chair, done for the day. The paperwork was absolutely driving you nuts and you wished you could be out there playing the children.

In the end, you decided to settle with your phone, scrolling through the various apps and news that you saved for times like these.

You click on a tag, pressing the first video you see. It was the local news, reporting about one of the many atrocities of the government. This time, it was about the infamous Suicide Squad that you only heard in name.

Taking a deep sigh, you see a familiar face beside the newscaster. Rick Flag. Or should you say - Colonel Rick Flag. Commander of Task Force X, missing in action since the battle of Jotumheim.

There were rumors spreading like wildfire around the internet. Some said that the government ordered him to be killed to keep their secrets. Some said that he tried to go rogue. Some said he betrayed his country.

You? You had no idea how to process this influx of information. You only knew him as the friendly and handsome volunteer who spent his time with children every week without fail. What else was he hiding from you?

“So, where are you going?”

“I’m not too sure yet. South America maybe.”

“Keep in touch?”

“Of course.”

A flurry of movement into the office startled you from your thoughts. A trio of older girls ran towards you, voices merging into one.

“Woah, slow down and one at a time!” You instructed them, concerned at the reddish hue on their cheeks.

“Miss! He’s here! He’s at the door and he’s hurt!”

Hurt? Your brows knit in confusion, starting to get more concerned by the minute. Was there an attack nearby and someone came to seek help? You stand up quickly, moving to the cabinets where the first aid kit was kept.

Instructing the girls to move everyone else indoors, you went to check the cameras at the back room.

No way. No fucking way. All that overtime must have made you see things.

Although the camera showed a black and white image of whatever was outside the home, that hunched figure was unmistakable. You could recognize him from a mile away.

Sprinting to the doors, you almost break the handles, flinging them open to see an exhausted Rick Flag standing at the doorstep.

“Hey darlin,” the southern drawl hit your ears like honey. “Still working overtime again?”

You blink your eyes, feet rooted to the ground. Apparently it seemed like eternity as the man in front of you lifts his arms forward.

“So no hug?”

You marched forward, hands flying up to give him a huge smack on the back.

“OW! What the hell?” Rick grimaces. You were surprised that a large man like him could still feel pain. “What was that for?”

He almost regrets it instantly as more whacks start to rain on his large frame. For someone who worked with children, you definitely had a lot of pent up anger.

“You! You left so suddenly! The next thing I know? YOU DIED?! In some… foreign place because you tried to sell out the government and what have you not?” You started to lose energy, so you resort to dragging him in by the arms, attracting stares from stragglers who were going back to the dormitories.

You managed to find the sick bay at the end of the corridor. Locking the door, you ordered him to lie down, whipping out any first aid supplies you could get your hands on.

"Shirt off."

"If you wanted me to strip, there are other ways to do it you know?" Rick quickly puts on a face of what he thinks to be innocence as he's met with your glare.

This wasn't your first rodeo with injuries - you couldn't count the number of times you had to patch up injured children who got bruises from playfights or accidents on the playground. But what was in front of you just wasn't a simple scratch.

"Rick, what the hell?" You gasped softly.

You were greeted by a mixture of bruises, scars, and burns that littered his back. Most were old wounds but you could see some that were still fresh.

The next few minutes passed in silence as you dabbed each wound with cotton buds, mumbling in apology whenever he winced in pain.

“So… permission to talk?”

You remain silent and Rick takes it for a yes. “Look… I’m sorry that I kept all this from you. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t. And I’m not saying this just to appease you darlin…” Rick struggles to find the right words.

“They experimented on children.” He says abruptly. Rick sees the shock on your face. “It’s true. I saw them. The government funded them, allowed these atrocities to continue… but I couldn’t… and I almost died for it. Well, I did die.”

He then proceeds to tell you about the altercation with Peacemaker in the underground facility. Him being shanked with a rusty pipe and being left to bleed out. Rick says that maybe it was for the best that the survivors left him in Corto Maltese.

“Means that Waller won’t longer be on my back. It means I’m finally free.”

You finish cleaning up the last bit of his wounds. Putting the first aid kit aside, you stand in front of him, gently tilting his chin to meet your gaze.

He takes your hand, relishing the warmth that it provided against his cheek. You finally hug him tight, eyes squeezed shut.

This wasn’t a dream.

“Don’t cry, I’m here.”

You use your free hand to feel the wetness on your cheek. “I’m just afraid that I’ll return back to the nightmare of living without you again.” Breaking into full sobs, you slumped onto the side of the bed, Rick’s arms wrapped around yours.

“When I heard the news about you… I regret every day not telling you how I felt… I couldn’t live with myself!”

A wet chuckle could be heard and you see Rick’s watery eyes. “Took you long enough.”

You pause at his statement before the two of you break into laughter. A knock on the door brings you back to the present.

“Is it true?” A young girl with pigtails pokes her head in, flashing a gummy grin. “Mister Flag’s back!”

The sight of Rick was an answer itself. With a shrill cry of joy, the young girl calls a couple of friends in the hallway. Before you knew it, you see Rick smothered in the little bodies that were desperate to welcome back an old friend.

“Miss! Is Rick staying? Can he stay? Pleaseee!!!” The group of children plead to you in unison.

“Well… I was going to ask if you guys had a spare room here.” Rick mutters. “Practically non-existent now and it’ll be great if I have a temporary place to stay while I set everything in order.”

“Now that you mentioned it, I do have a room.” You smiled cheekily, moving forward so that Rick was within earshot.

“It’s just right across my office.”

Three Years later,

“I swear! It’s right here!” Harley drags the rag tag group along with her, before coming to a stop in front of a house surrounded by a white picket fence.

“Harls, you sure you weren’t I dunno- hallucinating?” Robert DuBois grumbles as Cleo struggles to keep up with the duo.

“You betcha! I saw Flag right at the garden with all the little munchkins and hey! He’s got a lady with him too!”

Despite the assassin’s skepticism surrounding Flag’s lookalike, a small part of Robert wished that Harley was telling him the truth. What had happened to Flag… let’s just say no good man deserves his fate.

“Oh my god.” Cleo gasps softly beside him. “Harley was right.”

Robert cannot believe what he is seeing. There he was - his old comrade and former commander of Task Force X.

A scruffy Rick, donned in a long sleeved checkered sweater and jeans as he chases two children across the garden that also served as the dumping ground for their toys. He manages to sweep the little boy into his arms, blowing raspberries on his tummies much to his delight.

“Hahahaha! Papa! Stoppp!!! It tickles!!!”

Robert could see the splitting image of Rick in the little boy who was squirming around in his friend’s arms.

A pang of guilt hits him. No, he will not destroy Rick’s happiness. Not when they left him there to die.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait! Can’t we say hi to Flag?”

Before Robert can rebuke Harley’s request, a tiny figure interrupts the trio.

“Papa! There strangers here! A lady with weird hair!” The girl whom Robert assumes is the twin of the boy yells to get her father’s attention.

“Hey! My hair’s not weird!” Harley frowns.

“DuBois? Harls? Cleo?”

Robert grimaces internally. This was a bad idea. He turns around to see Rick’s guiding a pregnant you steadily across the garden.

“You must be Robert.” You finally reach them, extending a hand for the man to shake. “My husband’s told me so much about you. All of you.”

“Only good things I hope!” Harley quips and suddenly Robert doesn’t want to hear your response.

“Only the best.” You reaffirmed. “How you looked out for him. And I’m very thankful for that.”

Rick approaches Robert, clasping him on the back. “Can’t believe it. I’m glad to see all of you again. Glad y’all made it out alive. Out of Waller’s clutches.”

The latter can’t find the words in him to apologize, so he settles for a “can’t say the same for you”. Like an old friend, Rick catches him immediately.

“Hey, none of that. I didn’t even know I could make it out alive. What matters is that you’re here.”

Breaking the silence, you decided to chime in. “You guys must have come a long way. We would love for all of you to stay. I’m sure the kids would love you.”

The two women squeal, agreeing enthusiastically to your request. While Harley races up the steps to the house, Cleo guides you carefully, beckoning Robert to follow.

“Come on DuBois, she’s right. You’re more than welcome.” Rick pipes up. The two men trudge up the stairs that lead into the picturesque home.

As the three misfits slowly made themselves at home, you waddled towards Rick who had an unreadable expression on his face.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I know they did… wrong things. But I can’t help but to think that we’re finally free of Waller.” Rick heaves a sigh of relief, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Maybe it’s a new beginning. For all of you.” Leaning into him, your heart softens at the sight of your little boy being mesmerized by Cleo’s pet rat, Sebastian.

A new beginning. A fresh start.

Rick could definitely get use to the new normal.

Can be read as continuation: Mismatched Family

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Syrin's Muse- Silent Voices

💧- angst/ frustration

F! OC x Rick Flag

Part 2/ (?)

Read the prologue here

Summary: Verana realizes the situation she's in, and comes to terms with the fact that her recklessness put both her and her best friend in their current predicament.

T/W: language, violence, threats of violence. Mild flirting?

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The throbbing echoing through her skull mixed with the heaviness laced within her body brought her from the darkness. Her arms, legs, as well as her neck felt heavy and cold. Her hands reached up towards the nape of her neck in an attempt to figure out what was weighing her down.

Her fingers lazily crawled up to her neck grazing the metal collar clamped tightly around her throat. She looked down at her hands and noticed thick metal cuffs around each of her wrists.

Looking around the room she realized how empty it was, empty and silent. Not even a hum of white noise or the sharp buzz of her mind spinning. She opened her mouth, but no sound was made. Even her breath was silent, no matter how hard she huffed. Inching forward on her hands and knees she felt the material of the room around her.

As she padded against the walls and floor her mouth moving as if she were speaking, yelling but still no sound was made. As she stood on her feet, uneasy and unsure, she lifted her head slowly and glanced up around the room, her mouth twisting in anger.

There was a sudden click, followed quickly by a sharp, high-pitched noise. Her hands shot to ears as she crumbled to the floor, a muted scream leaving her lips as she folded in half. She rose slowly to her knees after the noise subsided. As she caught her breath, her hands fidgeting with the collar, there was another clicking sound. This time it was heavier and came from her left. She turned and to her left the wall that was once a solid padded stone color was now translucent.

She could make out a man standing in a closed doorway, watching her. He stood rigid, not moving an inch. His eyes burning through hers, taking her back a bit... 'what the hell is going on?'

Her mind buzzing, but her eyes dead- face expressionless, seemingly unmoved and unbothered. She stared back, not wanting to be the first one to move- but that wasn't up to her. As her eyes stared blankly into his she began to hear it- a dull hissing sound. Still facing him her eyes began to float around her field of vision trying to find were it was coming from.

Slowly she began to waver, her eyes began to flutter faster and faster, bubbles and specks floating in front of her. She couldn't get her vision clear no matter how many times she blinked. Before she melted to the floor she caught what seemed was a glimpse of remorsefulness in his eyes.

Her mouth tasted like... stale oranges? Slowly the sounds of the room she was in came back to her, the feeling of her limbs reconnecting her to the cold clunkiness on her wrists. The clunkiness she felt on her neck before had been replaced by a soreness radiating from right behind her ear.

She croaked out a cough and moan, the sound of her own making startling her almost.

"I can hear myself now... This has to been some sick trick."

Impressed by her quick recovery and subtle caution the two figures watching her from the hall agreed who would go in first.

The man from before... no before that too, his eyes were too familiar to have just been from behind the wall. It was when their eyes locked it all clicked, all of it.

"You." Her dry voice came out an even more threatening growl than she meant but she loved it, "Let me go!" Her rhythmic voice hit his ear but not it's intended affects.

A small but wicked smirk landed on his face as he stood there silent, "Wipe. That. Smirk. Off. Your. Face." She thrashed against her bindings, still not affecting him.

The footfalls of another person approaching brought her attention back to the door- and in stepped a woman, shorter, her expression almost seemed bored. It was the lady from the SUV.

"Verana Cadenza also known as Syrin she's like a muse -"

"What are you? A fan? Sorry I don't subscribe to... whatever this is."

"Ms. Cadenza, my name is Amanda Waller and I'd listen if I were you, unless you'd rather never see Ms. Pero again? Now, we-"

"Holy shit... This is that suicide team bullshit, no- nope- count me out bitch."

"What would be so different about doing for us what you did for yourself?" He finally spoke- his eyes daring her to be defiant.

"Fuck you. What I did I didn't enjoy- at least not all of it- anyone I used my voice on deserved it."

"And we will point you in the direction of more people who deserve it."

"Or, we could lock you in the quiet room, throw away the key and forget about you. Whereas Ms. Pero... well we could easily do without. But can you?"

She glared at Waller, she could take her... if she wasn't bound.

She released all the air kept in her lungs, he limbs slack and her head hitting hanging slightly, "Fine, you got me. I'll do it."

Waller nodded, turning to leave, her profile stood solid as she looked back at Verana, "Colonel Rick Flag here will be in charge of you- Flag, you know what to do."

"That explains so much about you, 'Colonel'. You sure know how to chase a lady." Her voice clung to their, moving through his ears like silk.

"The cuffs and collar are power dampeners, so keep singing your song all you like it won't be affecting anyone. Unlike you, your friend has been equipped with a bomb- piss me off and she goes. "

"Mmm," She paused, he bones aching, "I like an assertive type."

"I'm in control of your dear friend, Sila's bomb..." He took a step to leave, stopping in the doorway, "you might wanna know she joined to save you." And with that, he was gone.

She was in a room, with 3 of Flag's men, her stuff in a case at her feet. She looked at it plainly, she knew what was supposed to happen, but wanted someone to say it, "You boys wanna turn around? Not like I can do anything."

The door behind the men swung open and in walked Flag, "Verana-"

"It's Vera or Syrin- your pick." Her eyes fluttered as she looked into his eyes.

He rolled his eyes feigning annoyance, "Just get changed."

Two of his men left, leaving just him and one other. She crossed her arms and stared at him, "You could turn around? What am I gonna do, run?" Sass dripped from every word as she waited.

He gave in, albeit, begrudgingly, and waved for the other guy to turn around too. She gave it a second before turning to the case on her left. Opening it she was welcomed by the sight of her clothes, mismatched with her new and old look, they must've just grabbed what they saw.

She pulled pieces out, the layers of her top first, followed by the layers of her bottoms and her holsters. She wiggled on her leggings and shorts, pausing to check Flag and his guy by the door. Still seeing their backs she continued on to her top, throwing off the one she had, she pulled on her halter-style bra, a cut-out crop long sleeve, and then a deep blue halter over that. Checking over her clothes she quickly pulled her multi-colored hip-length hair into 2 Dutch braids. Strands along her crown framed her face as she fixed the pendants around her neck, the holsters to her body, and the shawl over her shoulders.

As she turned around, lowering the shawl from atop her head to her shoulders, she made eye contact with Flag. The guy next to him still racking his eyes over her, "Sorry boys, I don't do free shows."

As she huffed, placing her weapons in their respective holsters Flag glanced over at the guy to his left, giving him a sharp look he ushered him out.

"All that gear, you use it?" His eyes glanced at the knives, various sharp objects and a few other miscellaneous items she was putting away.

"You betch'a baby, and since I can't really depend on my vocal cords, might as well use the rest of my gifts." She winked at him and waited for his moved. But just as Verana was hoping that Sila was ok, she was also puzzled as to why his eyes felt warm, never cold on her, she just hoped Waller, as well as Flag wasn't aware of it.

Once again he rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance, he had to keep it going. He didn't know how much Waller knew, or rather, how much she didn't know. As far as he knew, Waller only knew of their previous run-in, she didn't know that seeing her felt as familiar as breathing- at least, he was hoping she didn't know that.

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Okayyy, so I have major explaining to do... It's been a long almost 2 years. Between moving, school, work, stress.

I haven't written anything.

Please accept this as a start to my apology. I hope you guys enjoyed this .5 update.

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Everytime I watch a movie or certain episodes of certain shows my mind goes "oh if OC was there, their reaction would be this..."

"Oh, they'd be there and do this..."

"They would totally kick that person's ass or almost die doing it...."

"Their relationship with that person would be trash/amazing/reluctant..."

It goes on and on and then I end up with an even longer list of One-shots that my brain is screaming at me to write.

#fangirl problems #writing never ends #geezus i need to write #my drafts is in the double digits #i think like 12 #halp

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Hey everyone, I am changing things around with my character work here. I like this rundown a lot better and it works with what I'm planning!😁

Coven to Coven

Please note: Im using these actors for FC's as a base reference but there will be certain discrepancies between actors and my characters; with height, eye color, age, certain physical descriptors, etc.

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The Ramsey family;

From a line of powerful witches, their coven is more than just the familial ties and bloodlines. Joined by the spreading and interconnecting blood of their covenant.

When the family moves from their home to Ipswich it becomes clear that they aren't the only magically inclined folks around.

Nivena- 17 a stickler for looking out for her family and not big on openly using her powers. Even though she's not the oldest, she takes on a lot of the responsibility around her family and with in her coven.

Soleil- 17 Nivena's twin sister, she is her sister's confidant, her guiding pillar- she does hate being the 'echo chamber' sibling -sometimes- .

Calon- 21 older brother to the twins and is the one to shoot first ask questions later. He loves his sisters dearly but secretly wishes he wasn't so outnumbered.

Silas Ramsey- 45/50 dad to the powerful trio. He isnt actively magically inclined. He does however know many things when it comes to magic and helping the kids.

Cyness Ramsey- 40/46 a powerful witch. Her coven made up of family and friends, but also her family- 3 kids and a nonmagically inclined husband.

Its an unfolding of unfortunate and coincidental events that leads to Nivena, Calon and their little coven colliding with the sons of Ipswich.

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I wish all writers who haven’t been able to write in a long time bc of depression a very I love u and I promise u will write again

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Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

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Oh to slow dance with someone and have them look me lovingly in the eyes. 🥺