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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 11 months

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Chucky actor Ed Gale, 59, Caught with Minors

Los Angeles police are investigating Chucky actor Ed Gale after he was caught on camera admitting sexting with up to 10 minors. A group calling themselves 'Creep Catcher Unit' posed as a 14-year-old boy online and allegedly received lewd texts from the 59-year-old actor, before confronting him on camera at his Hollywood apartment.

The LAPD was called to the scene Friday and were also caught on camera. Police say they are currently investigating, but have not made an arrest and no charges have been filed.

In videos filmed by Creep Catcher Unit (CC Unit) on Friday, Gale admitted there were several minors he had 'talked to sexually online', that they were 'all under 18' and there were 'Definitely no more than 10' of them. He told the CC Unit frontman, who goes by the alias Ghost, that he planned to have 'Oral, hand, and possibly anal' sex with the person he was texting, who he believed was a 14-year-old boy.

In the shocking video, the Howard the Duck, Spaceballs and Chucky actor was asked by Ghost: 'Did you talk sexually to a minor online, yes or no?' 'Yes,' the actor replied. 'That's a felony,' Ghost said. 'Yes,' Gale replied.

Screenshots of the alleged text conversation between Gale and the decoy account show the actor telling the supposed child 'I want hold yours while u go pee… your little winky,' and asking them 'Do u like the taste of come?' The texts show Gale allegedly writing 'I want to taste your tongue in my mouth' and 'I want to be inside of you'.

The decoy asked Gale in the alleged conversation: 'do u want to use condom all the time or do it raw for a little bit' and Gale replied 'Raw with lube'.

In the videotaped two-hour confrontation, Ghost showed Gale printouts of the text messages, and Gale admitted he sent them.

A neighbor in the apartment building, Maggie Mayor-Oats, said she found Gale 'creepy.' 'It's not surprising. I always see random men coming in and out of his apartment,'

Criminal records show Gale worked with a pedophile actor on the movie that made his Hollywood break, Howard the Duck. In a 2014 interview Gale described his past closeness with Jeffrey Jones, hosting him for Thanksgiving dinner in Palm Springs after filming Howard the Duck in the 1980s, before Jones’ conviction.

#ed gale #chucky #horror #s*xual assault #crime #true crime

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dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd · 8 months

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Chucky actor Ed Gale, 59, Caught with Minors

The LAPD was called to the scene Friday and were also caught on camera. Police say they are currently investigating, but have not made an arrest and no charges have been filed.

The decoy asked Gale in the alleged conversation: 'do u want to use condom all the time or do it raw for a little bit' and Gale replied 'Raw with lube'.

In the videotaped two-hour confrontation, Ghost showed Gale printouts of the text messages, and Gale admitted he sent them.

A neighbor in the apartment building, Maggie Mayor-Oats, said she found Gale 'creepy.' 'It's not surprising. I always see random men coming in and out of his apartment,'

#ed gale #chucky #horror #s*xual assault #crime #true crime

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darktripz · 3 months

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#howard the duck #1986 #action #adventure #sci fi #comedy #Ed Gale

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jedivoodoochile · 2 years

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23 de agosto de 1963 nace en Plainwell, Michigan, USA, ED GALE.

Es un actor y doble de riesgo que ha estado trabajando en películas y series de televisión desde la década de 1980. Su debut fue en el papel principal de Howard en la película de 1986 Howard the Duck. En 1988, interpretó a su más conocido personaje Chucky en la película de terror Child's Play que también apareció en otras dos películas de la franquicia.

#Ed Gale #howard the duck #chucky

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galedekarios · 20 days

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Hallowed Lady, Mother Mystra, guide my thoughts now Light my way Inform my deeds Enlighten me, as you enlighten all Show me what is best to do To deliver, succor, protect, and enrich Blessed be thy will I am Gale Dekarios, and place myself in thy hands Guide me

—Plea for Guidance from the Lady of Mysteries, Mother of All Magic

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #edit: mybg3 #look i was possessed for a moment and made smth for the cleric gale au #bc why not #also the plea for guidance is a canon thing #thanks ed greenwood

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gale-gentlepenguin · 5 months

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You ever think about how Adrien probably has a lot of 'Those' fans?

Like the ones that act like they know him because of his commercials and now because of the Alliance rings. Like I know its a kid show but I think its totally feasible that Adrien probably has some 'Actual' stalkers. Why do you think Gabriel has a LOCKDOWN system in his mansion and not a single person questions it? Like seriously, it makes a lot of sense when you think about it, no one is going to question why Agreste manor is a literal fortress when you have a son with Celebrity status. Its kind of f***ing terrifying if you think about it. No wonder Adrien hates modeling.

People accuse Marinette of being a stalker, nah bro. You people got ZERO idea what an actual stalker is. Its f***ed up.

#miraculous ladybug #gale's thoughts #Adrien agreste #its f***ed up #celebrity status

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pennyblossom-meta · 3 months

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Incoming analysis on The Temptation of Elminster by Ed Greenwood and how Elminster's relationship with Mystra is a direct parallel to Gale's. Should be able to get it out soon. EDIT:(currently a bit overloaded with work, but working on the analysis. Might need to split it since it's turning rather monstrous).

As a very short summary of the bigger piece of meta, I'll say this:

The way Mystra, in her infinite wisdom, is placed on a pedestal is quite... something. It's certainly unique to see how her Chosen (i.e., Azuth, Elminster) are happy to be "tempered tools for her to use". Here's a quote from Azuth, to Elminster:

"We are her treasures, lad...we are what she holds most dear, the rocks she can cling to in the storms of wild Art. She needs us to be strong, far stronger than most mortals ... tempered tools for her use. Being bound to us by love and linked to us to preserve her very humanity, she finds it hard to be harsh to us...to do the tempering that must be done. She began the tempering of you long ago, you are her 'pet project,' if you will, just as the Magisters are mine. She creates her Chosen and her Magisters, but she gives the training of them to others, chiefly me, once she grows to love them too much or needs them to be distant from her. The Magisters must needs be distant, that creativity in Art be untrammeled. You, she has grown to love too much."

That being said, Ed Greenwood is a so-so writer with an enviable imagination. But after reading this book, I now understand Mystra's allure to wizards better and the power dynamics between Gods and mortals in Faerûn. It's not pretty and there's a lot of whimsical fancy going about that she indulges because Mystra herself sometimes falls prey to her mortal side and the Chosen are a link to that remnant of humanity.

However, Mystra has the following twist: she is a woman who is primarily a goddess, being described as an unfathomable first love with superpowers, a mother figure, a teacher, a lover while being petty — and suffers from the idealistic narrative perspective of the Male Gaze.

At the same time, it's important to understand that Mystra's plans are for the long run, and possibly in league with Ao's commands to maintain the balance of her portfolio; otherwise all magic might collapse.

In the main post, I've an in-depth analysis of Azuth's message to Elminster. I'll highlight some of the more important passages:

"You are the dearest of her Chosen, yes," Azuth said with a smile. "She speaks often of you and of the joy you've brought her in the times she's spent playing at being mortal."

"All who work magic serve Mystra whether they will or no," he said. "She is of the Weave, and every use of it strengthens her, reveres her, and exalts her. You and I both know a little of what is left of her mortal side. We've seen traces of the feelings and memories and thoughts she clings to in desperation from time to time, when the wild exultation of power coursing through the Weave...that is the Weave...threatens to overwhelm her sentience entirely. No entity, mortal or divine, can last in her position forever. There will be other Mystras, in time to come."

"Mystra loves you as no other," the god told the mage, "but she loves many, including myself and others neither of us know about, some in ways that would astonish or even disgust you. Be content with knowing that among all who share her love, you are the bright spirit and youth she cherishes, and I am the old wise teacher, None of us is better than the other, and she needs us all. Let jealousy of other Chosen...of other mages of any race, station, or outlook...never taint your soul."

And this describes very well how Mystra's relationship with Gale went. My perception is that most Chosen (if not all of them) are in love with Mystra and that this love comes from the nurturing feelings that the Weave produces.

By the end of the book, after trials and tribulations aplenty, Elminster says this:

"Oh, Mystra, ye've been my lover, my mother, my soul guide, my savior, and my teacher," Elminster said aloud. "Please, hear me now."

Are wizards generally in lack of nurturing, motherly figures or is it just the Chosen? Mystra seems to turn her relationship with the Chosen into a dysfunctional, co-dependent mother-son-lover-teacher situation. When she needs the men who are her Chosen to "grow up", she distances from them and gives them tasks, while keeping them fondly within her reach — as they look after her fondly from afar, remembering the romance of youth.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 meta #bg3 spoilers #mystra #elminster #ed greenwood

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wandering-spirit77 · 4 days

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Take My Love and My Name

Literally felt confident enough to share this, it's just a BG3 Gale x Tav (Dark Urge) fanfic so if you want to read you can! I just wanted to post it for fun! Cross-posted on AO3

Summary

(MILD SPOILERS FOR THE DARK URGE AND ACT 3 PLOT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!)

Domestic life was uncharted territory for Clarrie Fifer. She loves Gale Dekarios with everything she has, willing to stop at nothing to show her devotion to her future husband. And with their future approaching, she wrestles with the fear of being rejected as a unique request for Gale comes to mind.

CW: Referenced sexual themes but not shown, not beta-read so anything typos wise just go with it.

Also! If you want to give this any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism you can but please be gentle about it! I'm fragile

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Clarrie loved Gale Dekarios. Truly, unashamedly, and wholeheartedly adored him. He was one of the reasons she smiled in the morning and why she was composing new music to play on her flute. He was the one she curled up next to every night, falling asleep to soft whispers of their future together. He was the reason she had finally found a home for the first time since she was young. She loved the clever wizard currently at his desk in their little library. Gods, theirs. It was still such an unfamiliar thing to her. To be able to share a place so sacred and loved like the walls of the tower with the man she loved.

It was almost enough to ease her worries, to soothe that growing bubble of anxiety in her chest. She knew Gale had noticed. He had asked her what had been bothering her these past couple of days. She glanced down at the band around her finger, a small smile stretched across her face as she recalled how Gale knelt and kissed her hand after proposing to her. The day right after defeating the Netherbrain. Waking up beside him that first morning without a tadpole threatening to turn them into mind flayers, an insatiable urge to kill everyone, or a dormant orb of Karsite Weave resting in his chest that didn’t beg for magical boots to feast on. It was a day she knew she’d never forget.

“My love?” Clarrie was broken out of her thoughts by Gale’s voice, meeting his brown eyes with her pinky-gray ones. “Did you need something?” Gale’s easy smile calmed some of the anxious thoughts burning in her mind as she leaned off the door frame and strode over to him. Gale’s hands reached out to wrap around her middle once she was within arm’s reach, pulling her in. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I know you’re prepping your lesson plans for your first semester.”

“You could never disturb me. In fact, you are my, much needed, reminder that I should take a break. It wouldn’t do good for any young, aspiring magic user to suffer in the pursuit of arcane knowledge if I don’t also allow myself time to rest. Lest they learn to cast fireballs far too early.” Clarrie giggled at that, tilting her head down a bit to rest her forehead against his soft brown locks. Her hands moved to rest on his shoulders as she stood there for a bit, not wanting to break the peace with her worries. But she couldn’t keep silent forever.

She pulled back a bit from his embrace, her hands moving to his cheeks and thumbs idly brushing against the bone there. The rough feeling of his beard scratching against the pads of her fingers was enough to ground her as she tried to not let the worry take over. “I… I want to talk to you about something that’s been on my mind for a little while.” “Yes?” Gale’s hands moved to cover her own, moving one of her hands so he could briefly kiss her palm. She smiled a bit at the gesture, how he knew exactly what she needed to calm down was a marvel and something she refused to take for granted. “I… I know it’s a little bit expected for me to take your last name when we marry. And believe me, it’s an honor to be a part of the Dekarios clan officially. But… I was wondering…”

She really wished she had come up with a better plan to broach the topic. Clarrie was known to go with the flow, when need be, but this was important. Or important to her, and that made her curious to know if he deemed it to hold the same significance. She was glad Gale was giving her the time to speak, to format her ideas without jumping to the conclusion she didn’t want his last name. It was far from the truth after all. “I was curious to know if you’d… you’d be interested in taking my name too? Becoming an official member of the Fifer clan and turning it from one person into two?” Clarrie chuckled a bit at her terrible joke at the end.

“You don’t have to, of course! And I’m not asking for you give up your name either, but maybe we hyphen it instead? That way we both have each other’s last name?” Clarrie’s form tensed, fearful of his reaction to her request. Her tail swishing behind her anxiously as the silence lingered, though her fears were quickly dashed away as Gale pulled her down into his lap, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’d be just as honored to become a part of the Fifer clan, just as I’m delighted and honored to have you become part of my family.” Gale moved his hand to her to take her own, bringing her knuckle up to his lips and kissing the ring against her finger.

A ring shining with peacock ore and a glittering gold band with purple runes glowing with some sort of enchantment she didn’t understand. Magic came to her in the form of a perfect melody, harmonious and performed exactly how she desired. Though she knew the magic on her finger was a way Gale showed his love in his own way to match the shiny crystal they had woven together. The material knotting together to symbolize their future eternal union.

All of eternity tied with this man before her and Clarrie still believed it wouldn’t be enough to sing his praises. To show him just how grateful she was to be in his life as his lover. And as she stared into his eyes, she wondered if maybe Gale was thinking the same thing.

She surged forward to kiss him, the biggest smile on her face as she did so. It was a clashing of teeth and soft laughter but neither of them seemed to mind. Her tail swished excitedly as she tried to pull back to speak… after maybe another peck or two. “Thank you.” The words were soft, but the intention behind them wasn’t. It was a loud, joyous choir in her heart that wouldn’t ever stop singing for him. Gale Dekarios, a man she most certainly didn’t deserve but would spend the rest of her days thanking Orin of all people for taking her place. For putting that damn tadpole in her head in the first place so she could have this moment, this life with him.

“Do you have a preference which one of our namesakes should be first in order?” Gale asked, pulling her from her reverie. “I didn’t really, I was focused on trying to work up the courage to ask you about it in the first place.” A bashful look crossed her face as Gale chuckled. “No matter, we have ample time to decide. Though I will say I’m partial to ‘Fifer-Dekarios’, it has a bit of a ring to it don’t you think?”

"You don’t want your name first? I don’t mind!” She truly didn’t, “It’s not something I need to come first in order or anything!" She was on the verge of rambling now, trying to think of any way to convince him that she was more than willing to accommodate having the Dekarios name come first.

“Clarrie,” Gale interrupted, his hand squeezed the one entwined with his own as his other hand moved to cup her cheek. “My love, you told me that the Fifer name is all you have left of your family. And as I said, I’m honored that you wish to include me in it. I think that it’s only right for your namesake to be spoken first.” Clarrie was sure her eyes were wide as saucers as she looked at him. She had assumed this conversation would be more of a back and forth. Though his swift agreement and even his desire to have her family name be uttered first was unexpected.

But in the back of her mind Clarrie knew she shouldn't have been surprised, it was Gale after all. He would do anything to make sure she was happy the same way she'd do the same for him. Especially when it came to something important to one another. It was a trait she was more than grateful for.

“You just enjoy the fact you’ll get to mention I’m your wife whenever someone questions it.” “I will admit that is a selfish reason of mine as well.” Clarrie playfully swatted at his arm with her tail at his comment, a toothy grin spreading across her face as Gale laughed. She hummed, her hands moving to rest on his chest and idly tugged on the collar of his tunic. “If we’re sharing some of our selfish desires. Then the future Mrs. Fifer-Dekarios wishes to show you how grateful she is that you wish to take her name.”

Gale’s hands moved to her hips, a low hum of his own slipping out as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her neck. “Then would the future Mrs. Fifer-Dekarios wouldn’t mind if soon-to-be Mr. Fifer-Dekarios also shares his thanks for her wish to be with him as well?” Clarrie tilted her neck to the side, eyes glinting with mirth, “I don’t believe she would.” She replied, a loud laugh reverberating around the private library as Gale guided her to stand before taking her hand to lead her out of the room. Though his wide smile would be forever ingrained in her memory as the two of them moved to their bedroom to celebrate one another.

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#bg3 gale #gale x tav #gale dekarios #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate oc #gale of waterdeep #dark urge #tiefling #baldur's gate 3 gale #fanfic #idiots in love #idk how tags work #waterdhavian marriage rituals #it's cannon ask ed #dungeons and dragons

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wild-magic-oops · 2 months

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If you're interested in Gale's lover being the one getting on his knees to properly show love to him, I've got you

#this is not about the new gale kiss btw #but it is about larian being disappointing on social media as usual when it comes to gale #yes I know I just promo-ed my fic last night but it goes extra hard today #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale #bg3 #my posts #it's a galetav fic for those who don't want to click blindly #galetav #galemance

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trashbag-baby666 · 24 days

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Everyone’s Incomplete. And Who’s the Best at Saving Face?

Summary: Everretts girlfriend truly never wants to give John a break from her disgusting comments.

WC: 1,460

C/W: Mentions of John having an ED, Hurt/comfort.

MOTA Masterlist!

John stared down at the slice of pizza sitting on the plate in front of him. The grease from the pizza staring at him like this was some competition. He kept curling and uncurling his toes in the ill-fitting bowling shoes, his hands resting on his knee caps tapping his fingers against them. He needed some kind of social out but he felt stuck in the dark gray plastic chair at the bowling alley. John knew Gale was just in the bathroom and knew he expected John to eat the piece of pizza. The one that was still challenging him everytime he looked down.

He couldn’t throw it away Curt was just getting them a refill on the pitcher of Dr. Pepper. That and Gale told him to make sure John didn’t throw it away.

Maybe this wouldn’t have been the case if John would’ve been having a good day. But he quite frankly, hadn’t. This morning he threw up the peanut butter and Nutella toast.

So, of course he knew Gale would know he would be going on an empty stomach.

He felt embarrassed like some toddler stuck at the table because he wouldn’t eat vegetables. His partners turn away from catching him if tried to slip it to the dogs.

“Do you ever eat?”

John felt his heart drop to his ass at the sound of the wicked witch herself, Ava.

Everett’s evil girlfriend as they called her…do you ever eat? It rang and bounced around John’s head like a tuning fork. Then he felt the turn of his stomach and the sudden wave of nauseating fear of throwing up hit him. He most certainly would not let Ava get the power of seeing him cry. John pushed his chair, keeping his gaze on the carpeted floors of the swirly colorful bowling alley carpet. He went around the corner and down the hall and pushed the door open. Almost hitting Gale with the door, letting out a sob covering his mouth.

“Hey, hey, John sweety.” Gale basically caught him, “What happened?”

John leaned his head into Gale's neck letting out another wet sob. “It’s okay, baby. I’m right here, it’s okay to let it out.” Gale rubbed his back. John couldn’t hold it in anymore, he had been damn near in tears right before they left the house.

Curt came back holding the two pitchers of soda, his eyebrows furrowed as he didn’t see John where he left him a couple minutes ago. But Ava was standing at the high top table looking at her phone and texting. She let out a loud frustrated sigh as she most obviously was texting Everett.

“Did you see where John went?” Curt set the pitchers on the table.

She rolled her eyes with enough force she turned her head, “I dunno…I just asked him something and he stormed off.”

Curt could tell that his simple question was boring her from the two seconds she had to look away from her phone. “What’d you…no. Fuck you Ava.” Curt turned on his heels and stormed to the bathroom the atomic bomb going off in his brain…what the fuck did she say to him?

Curt opened the bathroom door and saw the two boys standing there. John sniffled into Gales' neck. “What happened?” Curt felt the blazing red, hot anger building up inside him just seeing John that upset.

“I don’t know?”

Then it clicked in Curt’s brain, he turned on his heels storming back down the hall and into the main part looking for Everett. What was he going to do when he found him? He’s not sure…yet…he wanted to punch him.

He saw Everett arguing with Ava by the counter. He’d wait till they were done and he would maybe say something; although, he never did.

“Curtie?” That sweet angel voice sang to him.

“Hey, doll face.” Curt kissed his cheek putting an arm around him, “Do you know what Ava said to John?”

“No, I didn't even see him walk away.” Ken’s lip fell into a pout, “She’s so mean to him.”

“I know, I wanna fuckin’ knock her perfect fuckin’ teeth out.” Curt clenched his jaw, balling up his fist.

“I do too but, sadly, that's an assault charge.”

“Do you think Everett’s dad would agree with me if I punched him?”

“Don’t punch anyone, babes.” Ken took curts free hand and began rubbing his knuckles that always seemed to have some kind of bruise or cut on them.

He knew he was right. Curt you shouldn’t punch anyone…well some…

Everett came storming back, his fists clenched. “Hey, outside.” Curt stood up nodding towards the door, catching Everett’s shoulders.

“What?”

“You heard me?”

Everett felt the steaming panic now coursing through his veins as he followed Curt outside of the bowling alley and around the corner of the parking lot. This was it…he was about to get his ass beat by Curt, prepare for the pain…

“What the fuck did she say to John?” Curt spat out at him.

“I don’t know, she didn't say anything about him to me?” Truthfully, they’d been fighting because she had wanted to go through his phone.

“Why are you with her, Ev? She’s a bitch, I’m sorry but it’s true, I’m not sorry actually. You see the way that she treats him when you drag her along to everything we do! You never say anything either becuase you’re a fuckin’ coward. You’re a Coward, Everett. You know just as well as everyone else that John has his shit going on and he does not need her stupid fuckin’ remarks when he’s basically in his own home. Fuck you, Everett.” Curt shoved him back.

Everett stood there silently for a moment then sunk his hands into his pockets to grab out a cigarette and his lighter.

“Ew, what're you doing?” Ava came around the corner, her keys already pulled out of her bag.

“Where are you going?”

“We’re leaving, come on.”

“Whatever, Ava. I gotta go get my shit and say bye to the guys.” Everett snapped, pointing back towards the door.

“Okay well hurry up.” She rolled her eyes. Everett wanted to punch the brick wall so badly but he knew what that would entail…broken hand and a fucked up football season.

Everett came back in and found his vans in the pile of the guys shoes. He found an open seat away from the others and toed off the bowling shoes.

Then Gale walked up…when you get your shoes on, can we talk?” He couldn’t read Gale's voice, he sounded calm but not necessarily in a positive way.

He followed him over to the doors, far enough out of earshot of the others as Everett started to fear for his life in another way. If you had gotten Gale upset you were in deep shit…and that’s about where he was gonna be.

“Look, Everett I love you, you’re one of the coolest guys I know and you’re one helluva football player. But I also love John, and he’s going through a very difficult time and you know that. I’m not getting into it, but I think for now it would be better if you didn’t come around for awhile. I can’t control who you talk to but I think me and John need a break.”

Gale sighed and squeezed Everett’s shoulder then turned on his heels disappearing back into the bowling alley…well obviously this was Gale's way of telling him to leave.

So he did. Not because he wanted to…not because Ava wanted to. Because he didn’t know what other options he had.

John sat in Gales' car, his head rested back on the headrest, staring out the window. The thousand yard stare Gale hated seeing on him.

“Are you doing okay?” Gale rubbed his thigh.

“I guess.” John sniffed, he didn’t know how to be okay. He felt guilty once again pulling Gale away from something .

“Is there anything I can do? Do you want to take a nap together, when we get home?”

“Please.”

“We can take a nap, I’ll make us dinner and then we can watch whatever you want till we go to bed.”

“Okay.” John smiled a bit through the dried up tears. “Maybe tomorrow I can swap lives with Meatball for a day?”

“Maybe, but I don’t know if you’ll like having to watch Meatball with your body getting all kinds of cuddles.”

“You wouldn’t cuddle me if I was Meatball?”

“Yes I would still cuddle you, John.”

“Good because I would totally cry and no one can turn away from a cute crying dog.”

“God, I love you, John.”

“I love you too.”

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