#Hannah Morse

[writesmorse]

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#m'day #regency romance #hannah morse

[avatarskywalker78]

📓

One of my MCU ideas I never really got around to writing was one featuring yet another OC: Hannah Edwards, daughter of Clint Barton and Bobbi Morse, who Clint has no idea exists because by the time she was born he and Bobbi had already broken up, and after Bobbi was nearly killed on a mission 2 months after the birth, she decided that the only way to give Hannah a good life was to give her up for adoption. Sixteen years later Hannah comes looking for her birth parents, and Clint has to deal with suddenly being a father as well as the fact Bobbi kept this from him, but he and Hannah do eventually bond - a number of years down the line she also starts coming into her own as a hero, though her true passion is archeology.

Some key changes are: Clint being closer to his comics self, and no secret family (the characters still exist as family, just not as his wife and kids because that was honestly one of the stupidest twists ever) so being a father really is new to him, and he has a lot of guilt over not being there for her.

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

#Thanks for asking! #OC: Hannah Edwards #Clint Barton #Bobbi Morse #Fic concept ask game

[spacelazarwolf]

in honor of that anon who said jews have done nothing for the world, here’s a non exhaustive list of things we’ve done for the world:

arts, fashion, and lifestyle:

jeans - levi strauss

modern bras - ida rosenthal

sewing machines - isaac merritt singer

modern film industry - carl laemmle (universal pictures), adolph zukor (paramount pictures), william fox (fox film forporation), louis b. mayer (mgm - metro-goldwyn-mayer), harry, sam, albert, and jack warners (warner bros.), steven spielberg, mel brooks, marx brothers

operetta - jacques offenbach

comic books - stan lee

graphic novels - will eisner

teddy bears - morris and rose michtom

influential musicians - irving berlin, stephen sondheim, benny goodman, george gershwin, paul simon, itzhak perlman, leonard bernstein, bob dylan, leonard cohen

artists - mark rothko

actors - elizabeth taylor, jerry lewis, barbara streisand

comedians - lenny bruce, joan rivers, jerry seinfeld

authors - judy blume, tony kushner, allen ginsberg, walter mosley

culture:

esperanto - ludwik lazar zamenhof

feminism - betty friedan, gloria steinem, ruth bader ginsberg

queer and trans rights - larry kramer, harvey milk, leslie feinberg, abby stein, kate bornstein, frank kameny, judith butler

international women's day - clara zetkin

principles of journalizm, statue of liberty, and pulitzer prize - joseph pulitzer

"the new colossus" - emma lazarus

universal declaration of human rights - rene samuel cassin

holocaust remembrance and human rights activism - elie wiesel

workers rights - louis brandeis, rose schneiderman

public health care, women's rights, and children's rights - lillian wald

racial equity - rabbi abraham joshua heschel, julius rosenwald, andrew goodman, michael schwerner

political theory - hannah arendt

disability rights - judith heumann

black lives matter slogan and movement - alicia garza

#metoo movement - jodi kantor

institute of sexology - magnus hirschfeld

technology:

word processing computers - evelyn berezin

facebook - mark zuckerberg

console video game system - ralph henry baer

cell phones - amos edward joel jr., martin cooper

3d - leonard lipton

telephone - philipp reis

fax machines - arthur korn

microphone - emile berliner

gramophone - emile berliner

television - boris rosing

barcodes - norman joseph woodland and bernard silver

secret communication system, which is the foundation of the technology used for wifi - hedy lamarr

three laws of robotics - isaac asimov

cybernetics - norbert wiener

helicopters - emile berliner

BASIC (programming language) - john george kemeny

google - sergey mikhaylovich brin and larry page

VCR - jerome lemelson

fax machine - jerome lemelson

telegraph - samuel finley breese morse

morse code - samuel finley breese morse

bulletproof glass - edouard benedictus

electric motor and electroplating - boris semyonovich jacobi

nuclear powered submarine - hyman george rickover

the internet - paul baran

icq instant messenger - arik vardi, yair goldfinger,, sefi vigiser, amnon amir

color photography - leopold godowsky and leopold mannes

world's first computer - herman goldstine

modern computer architecture - john von neumann

bittorrent - bram cohen

voip internet telephony - alon cohen

data archiving - phil katz, eugene roshal, abraham lempel, jacob ziv

nemeth code - abraham nemeth

holography - dennis gabor

laser - theodor maiman

instant photo sharing online - philippe kahn

first automobile - siegfried samuel marcus

electrical maglev road - boris petrovich weinberg

drip irrigation - simcha blass

ballpoint pen and automatic gearbox - laszlo biro

photo booth - anatol marco josepho

medicine:

pacemakers and defibrillators - louise robinovitch

defibrillators - bernard lown

anti-plague and anti-cholera vaccines - vladimir aronovich khavkin

polio vaccine - jonas salk

test for diagnosis of syphilis - august paul von wasserman

test for typhoid fever - ferdinand widal

penicillin - ernst boris chain

pregnancy test - barnhard zondek

antiretroviral drug to treat aids and fight rejection in organ transplants - gertrude elion

discovery of hepatitis c virus - harvey alter

chemotherapy - paul ehrlich

discovery of prions - stanley prusiner

psychoanalysis - sigmund freud

rubber condoms - julius fromm

birth control pill - gregory goodwin pincus

asorbic acid (vitamin c) - tadeusz reichstein

blood groups and rh blood factor - karl landsteiner

acyclovir (treatment for infections caused by herpes virus) - gertrude elion

vitamins - caismir funk

technique for measuring blood insulin levils - rosalyn sussman yalow

antigen for hepatitus - baruch samuel blumberg

a bone fusion technique - gavriil abramovich ilizarov

homeopathy - christian friedrich samuel hahnemann

aspirin - arthur ernst eichengrun

science:

theory of relativity - albert einstein

theory of the electromagnetic field - james maxwell

quantum mechanics - max born, gustav ludwig hertz

quantum theory of gravity - matvei bronstein

microbiology - ferdinand julius cohn

neuropsychology - alexander romanovich luria

counters for x-rays and gamma rays - robert hofstadter

genetic engineering - paul berg

discovery of the antiproton - emilio gino segre

discovery of cosmic microwave background radiation - arno allan penzias

discovery of the accelerating expansion of the universe - adam riess and saul merlmutter

discovery that black hole formation is a robust prediction of the general theory of relativity - roger penrose

discovery of a supermassive compact object at the center of the milky way - andrea ghez

modern cosmology and the big bang theory - alexander alexandrovich friedmann

stainless steel - hans goldschmidt

gas powered vehicles

interferometer - albert abraham michelson

discovery of the source of energy production in stars - hans albrecht bethe

proved poincare conjecture - grigori yakovlevich perelman

biochemistry - otto fritz meyerhof

electron-positron collider - bruno touschek

#jewish #jumblr #am yisrael fucking chai

[xoteajays]

the mcu rewrite | recasting

the ocs, avengers, x-men + brotherhood. actors and a s-m bonus under the cut.

ocs

- kim go eun as ava booker / sundrian. - alycia debnam-carey as mar carnahan / liberty maverick. - melissanthi mahut as ilena strophalos / the moonstone. - luciane buchanan as sasha esau / arcane. - kirby howell-baptiste as leta shivers / s.h.i.e.l.d doctor shivers. - hannah van der westhuysen as farrah swyft / parhelion.

avengers

- olga kurylenko as natasha romanoff / black widow. - boyd holbrook as clint barton / hawkeye. - hugh dancy as bruce banner / the hulk. - gratiela brancusi as wanda maximoff / the scarlet witch. - jesús castro as pietro maximoff / quicksilver. - yvonne strahovski as bobbi morse / mockingbird.

the x-men

- christian kane as logan howlett / wolverine. - yetide badaki as ororo munroe / storm. - sophie skelton as jean grey / marvel girl the phoenix. - scott eastwood as scott summers / cyclops. - maude apatow as kitty pryde / shadowcat. - cody fern as warren worthington III / angel.

the brotherhood

- stephen lang as erik lehnsherr / magneto. - elizabeth debicki as raven darkhölme / mystique. - mikey madison as lorna dane / polaris. - vanessa kirby as ema frost / the white queen. - ryan hurst as victor creed / sabretooth. - moises arias as mortimer toynbee / toad.

bonus: amazing spiderman recast + write-in

spidey crew

- logan browning as mj watson. - halston sage as gwen stacy. - dave franco as harry osborn. 

#ocappreciation #fyeahmarvelocs #ochub #marvel fancast #mcu fancast #one day i will name this rewrite #not today tho lmao #oc: ava booker #oc: mar carnahan #oc: ilena strophalos #also lowkey intro-ing #oc: sasha esau #oc: leta shivers #oc: farrah swyft

[judgementdaysunshine]

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[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 34

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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Have you figured out it's me With your theory? As the darkness smothers the light

So you managed to survive All that means is You live to die another day

~Goodbye by Tryhardninja, Dagames~

Gregory bid the girls farewell, waving to Hannah with a dreamy look in his eyes before snapping out of it. He made sure to turn and give his brother the well-deserved high five for keeping still as he worked.

Then, suddenly at the door was the all too familiar knock pattern of Samuel Emily. It was an odd habit of his since learning Morse code as a boy to knock the word “Hi” into every door before entering.

“Freddy!” the man's voice fretted. “Please tell me you're still functioning at least. Right?!”

Samuel was about to pull all of his hair out. Finding everyone's room a complete and utter mess with three of four main band members just gone without a trace left his mind frayed as well as his nerves. Vanessa insisted whoever was in Freddy’s room might have the keys to understanding this mystery, so Sam had to hope for the best.

As one, the quartet froze. They stared at each other, silently asking what they should do—they hadn't expected to see Sammy now!

Michael cringed, thinking of what a damn mess they must all be. At least his head was closed back up, although the dried blood certainly wouldn't help calm Sammy's likely high-strung nerves at the state of his Pizzaplex...

“You should answer before he freaks out even more, Freddy,” Michael muttered quietly as the patterned knock came again, a little harsher this time around. As the bear moved to the door, Mike patted the couch next to him and looked at Gregory. “And you should sit here with me; we'll let Charlie and Freddy handle this first. You okay with that, Charlie?”

Freddy had reached the door, though would wait for Charlie's okay to actually open it. However, wanting to assure Sammy that there was at least one Glamrock still kicking, he responded: “Hello, Mr. Emily; yes, I am still functioning perfectly. Give me one moment.”

“Freddy, buddy—” Samuel began to tap his foot, impatient and still without answers. “—what are you doing, freshening up like Roxy? Open up.”

Charlie's brother was waiting and it was her call on when to open the door. She stood in an awkward posture, like a deer caught in the blinding lights of a truck. She wasn't ready at all to see her brother—it was going to be rough explaining everything to him, and they hadn't had time to think of a game plan.

“Okay, alright!” Charlie whispered to Freddy, hiding behind him somewhat in anticipation.

Gregory squeezed in beside Michael, chewing his lip; Charlie's brother sounded pissed. With no tangible information on the mysterious CEO except his audible anger, Gregory would fare better to hang close to those adults he knew and trusted.

“Maybe you can help me get to the bottom of this, Fred,” Sam said, assuming Freddy had to know something that was going on. But with the bear seeming oddly resistant to his entry, he began rummaging through his mass of keycards to find the master that’d unlock the Glamrock’s room.

Michael winced at Sammy's tone and wrapped an arm around Gregory's shoulders, letting the boy lean against his side. Sitting attentively on the couch, he and Gregory were the picture perfect example of loving brothers—if one looked past all the grime and mildly terrified expressions, of course. Still, Mike knew whatever discomfort he felt at that moment didn't hold a candle to the whirling thoughts that must be going through Gregory's brain as yet another loud, unfamiliar presence stormed into his life.

“I am certain that I can provide some information,” Freddy replied a bit mysteriously, waiting for Charlie to get into position before unlocking the door. He pulled it open to reveal the frazzled CEO, who Freddy smiled down at warmly. He was thankful that Sammy was alone, for it was much easier to deal with just him that if he had a horde of employees at his back.

“It is nice to see you again, Mr. Emily; I am sorry you had to come back to such a mess,” Freddy said, moving aside and gesturing for Sammy to step into the room while being cognizant of Charlie peeking out from behind his leg.

Samuel sighed, happy for the always warm welcome by his favorite bear. “Man, I'm glad to see you...”

He was looking down at the ground, tired eyes refusing to pull upward and take stock of the room and those in it. “Freddy, I'm not going to lie—I'm upset! Not with you, of course... But just when things were going good. You know?”

He let out a heavy sigh. It was odd, how Samuel carried himself just like Henry. Though the face he had was oddly familiar, Gregory noted it wasn’t his dad he shared the most similar features with. His position as Charlie's twin was clear in the unique shade of green in their eyes, along with the slight wave in their dark, coarse heads of hair.

Sam took in a breath to elaborate, but when his foot painfully collided with the head of Monty he was pulled from his concentration with an annoyed yip. His gaze traveled, taking stock of the dismantled robot first, then silently glancing around.

First, he saw Michael Afton and who he assumed to be Evan sitting casually on the gaudy orange couch, and thought this was it. He’d finally snapped. All that nervous pressure had gotten to him. Sam was fully convinced he’d gone insane when besides Freddy he noticed young woman who resembled his dead sister. What came out next was unfiltered and raw—

He laughed.

Laughed like it was some cruel joke. The noise made the already too-tense room thicken, and then it was too late... Samuel's eyes rolled back, and his knees became wobbly. Falling into a collected heap on the ground, he was out like a light.

“Well, shit,” Michael breathed as Freddy rushed to help.

“Mr. Emily?!” Freddy called, gently tapping his hand. Upon receiving no response, he conducted a quick health scan, noting Charlie move to her brother's side as well. “Not to worry—he has just fainted. Let us move him to the couch where it is more comfortable, then we can rouse him.”

“Guess that's our cue to get up.” Mike released Gregory and they hopped to their feet, moving aside as Freddy carried Sammy's limp body over to the couch, laying him down almost reverently. Freddy slipped the bow-tie pillow underneath Sammy's head, then turned to the others.

“Perhaps you should approach one at a time,” the animatronic suggested, looking around the room and spotting an unopened bottle of water that Gregory hadn't yet gotten into. “He may be in shock when he comes to; I will wake him. Michael, please hand me that bottle?”

Charlie felt as if this was already a rough start. She felt stupid for not saying anything, or not having the mental reflexes to at least try to catch her brother. A painful look spread across her face and Gregory could see how fearful she was of disappointing Sam.

“Charlie? Maybe you should try to wake him up,” Gregory suggested, standing aside along the foot of the couch with Michael. Charlie crouched down, reaching over and holding Sammy’s hand in hers.

“‘m sorry…,” Sam muttered deliriously, eyes still squeezed shut. “—Sorry… Sorry…”

He kept apologizing, internalized in his guilty feelings over the disappearances of his friends and family. Everyone eventually slipping away from his life like burned-out bulbs on a string of Christmas lights. Upon opening his eyes Sam’s bleary gaze flicked around, passing over everyone in the room before pinning onto Freddy.

“Freddy? Can you make a note to call my therapist? I think it’s happening again…,” he said with a sigh of resignation. But Charlie’s squeeze to his hand grounded him.

“Sammy…?” Charlie asked, reluctant as his eyes fixed onto hers and he slowly sat up.

Rather than be overjoyed at his family reviving from the dead, Sam’s first inclination was to be furious. How dare someone impersonate his dead sister and friends?! Tears begun to well in his eyes as he was overwhelmed with negative feelings. This couldn’t be happening, not to him… Not when things had finally started to go right in his life.

"Who the hell are you kids and where do you get off on impersonating my friends?” he snarled, making Charlie drop his hand in surprise.

“Please do not be alarmed,” Freddy said in the gentlest tone he could muster. His words came out more sincere than ever before, and so did the calm, reassuring smile on his face. “This may be hard to believe, but these are your friends. They are not impersonating anyone.”

“Hey, Sam,” Michael greeted, sidling next to Charlie with thumbs casually hooked in his pockets as he met Sammy's utterly confused, hurt gaze. “Look, there's no way to explain this without it sounding completely insane, but... Freddy's right. I am Michael, and this is really your sister. It's... oh god, it's a long fucking story, but thanks to Charlie and your dad, we're able to be here right now, in the flesh. Well—kind of.”

Michael stopped there, not wanting to overwhelm his old friend too much. First they needed to convince Sammy that they were not trespassers impersonating his dead family, and then they could go into the finer details. As they waited for a response Freddy pulled Gregory to his side, allowing the boy to cling to his leg as he pressed a firm, comforting hand on his back.

The survivor’s guilt was already so overwhelming. As Charlie regained her composure long enough to grasp ahold of her twin’s hand once more, she held it close to her face. Charlie herself was finding the words difficult to get out, but in Sam’s delayed thoughts she would kiss the side of his palm.

“We’re all here. Me, Michael’s siblings, Dad… I… I’m sorry for not finding you sooner, Sammy…,” Charlie beat herself up, in awe about how time had both changed him yet kept him exactly the same as she remembered.

Sam wasn’t buying it so easily. He could accept that what he was seeing were manifestations of his dead peers, yet them being real was still debatable. With his free hand, Sam pinched himself hard beneath his shirt, hissing at the new welt under his ribcage. Wincing, he shook his head.

He wasn’t having a nightmare.

This was all real.

“No! I’m the asshole, Lottie!” Samuel finally belted out. “It’s my fault. Everything that happened was because of me—you’d still be here if I wasn’t so stupid and selfish!”

Charlie donned a completely taken aback expression, but decided to gently stroke the back of Sammy’s hand with her thumb in an attempt to soothe him.

“But you’re not really here, are you? You’re a ghost—god, I thought Dad was insane! I-I called him crazy for saying he was seeing ghosts in the Diner—” He rambled. Thoughts were broken, some began where others barely ended.

“Sammy, what do you mean it’s your fault?” Charlie interrupted calmly, not the slightest hint of malice in her voice. At this Samuel curled up on the couch, quietly murmuring for her forgiveness.

Michael had seen this all before: the shock and inability to accept your loved ones’ ghosts were still hanging about. Cursing your father for claiming he saw spirits until you realized maybe he was right all along. The guilt that ate away at one’s very soul at not being able to do anything to help, let alone knowing all of this was your fault…

Mike had 40 years to wallow in his own self-depreciation, beating himself up every waking moment for causing the deaths of his dearest companions—and his constant nightmares of razor sharp animatronic teeth and children’s cries of terror were an entirely different ballpark. And now, just when Michael was finally starting to accept that maybe he didn’t have to bear the burden of everything, here comes Sammy with his own comparable baggage?

No, that wasn’t going to stand.

“Are you kidding me, Sam?!” Michael piped up, brow creased. He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but it was disconcerting being faced with a near-mirror image of his own internal struggle. Crouching down so he didn’t tower over him, Mike gently placed a hand on Sammy’s knee and tried to meet his gaze where it peeked out from behind his fingers as he cringed away.

“None of this is your fault,” Michael told him, calm and measured. “If anything, I’m the one that started all this shit—but I warn you, if either of us start saying stuff like that too much, these guys will give us an earful.” He gave a tiny smile and jerked a thumb to his side where Charlie lingered, Freddy and Gregory standing not too far off behind her.

“And okay—yes, technically we are ghosts… but these are real, solid bodies.” Michael gave Sammy’s knee a squeeze to demonstrate that they had no problem making contact. “Your dad is amazing, as usual; these are androids he built for us once he figured out that some souls were still hanging around.” His expression was soft and understanding, hoping his words were convincing enough for Sammy to accept. “Yeah, the whole situation's utterly insane, but we’re still here—we always have been. So don’t beat yourself up about it, okay?”

Tears that threatened to fall from Sammy’s eyes clung to his thick eyelashes. He held himself together enough to shake his head.

“You don’t get it… It’s my fault. If I didn’t put all our stupid presents on top of Puppet’s box…,” Sammy tried to explain.

He remembered that rainy day: a calm Wednesday in the middle of perfect spring. Their birthday. How Charlie was locked outside was still a mystery to Sammy... But after reviewing the security footage with his Uncle William, they both saw what really happened.

***

“Didn’t you know? The Puppet is made to protect you kids…,” William had told the terrified teen as they watched Sammy pile their gifts onto the Puppet’s box, stopping the film just as Charlie turned from the window after someone outside called her attention.

“It was an accident, Uncle Will! I-I didn’t want her to die! I love Lottie!” Sam insisted, crying hysterically as he fell into William’s chest. There he buried his tears and the truth of what happened that night—at least, the version he believed to be true.

That his sister was dead because of a stupid little prank he decided to pull, keeping down her prized, creepy robot.

“Of course I understand… But what about your father? He’ll be quite cross when he sees this,” William chided gently. When Sammy’s panic was at its peak, William leaned over and removed the tape from the VCR. He pulled its contents out, ruining and exposing the film. “This can be our little secret, Samuel; all anyone needs to know is what a tragic accident this night became. You nor I will ever speak a word as long as we live. Deal?”

***

The flashback was instantaneous and Samuel found himself doing it all again, leaning over and crying profusely into Michael’s shoulder in place of his uncle.

“I’m so fucking sorry—” he wept, barely feeling his sister’s quiet hand rubbing his back as he sobbed into his childhood friend.

Mike let Sammy cry, slipping his arms around his waist below Charlie’s soothing hand. Glancing at her, Mike was unable to tell what she was feeling—her face was an indecipherable mask of hurt, sympathy, and confusion. Sammy might think he was responsible for her death, but they all knew who the real culprit was.

“Sam, listen to me: it’s not your fault,” Michael said into his ear. His jaw clenched a moment as he tried to figure out the best way to put this without completely sending Sammy into hysterics. “Regardless of whether you crowded the Puppet’s box or not, it wouldn’t have stopped Wi—”

He cut himself off sharply, squeezing his eyes together. Mike didn’t remember anything of that day except the gut-wrenching drop when his father announced that Charlie was dead. The slowly-mending hole in Michael’s heart from his brother’s death was ripped open anew, and it was astounding his young mind didn’t snap from the stress and guilt right then and there.

But now wasn’t the time for self-pity. As Sammy’s sobs began to die down, Michael carefully held him by the shoulders so he could look into his face.

“I’m so sorry, Sam, but there’s… there’s really no way to say this tactfully,” he admitted, watching his friend’s face twist with anxiety at his words. With a deep, shaky breath, Michael revealed the truth. “The one who killed Charlie—who was responsible for all the murders and disappearances besides Evan… even mine and Liz’s, indirectly… it was my father.”

Now it was Michael’s turn to cringe back, releasing Sammy’s shoulders and waiting for whatever reaction would ensue when the pin dropped.

...The possibility of William being behind it all had always lurked in the back of Sam’s mind. When weeks turned to years in the investigation with only one man being arrested and released without evidence, Sammy lost hope of ever finding his sister’s killer. He couldn’t utter another apology without feeling like he was going to throw up. Still it came as a shock—

William was always kind to Sam. He thought of others and gave free things away from the diner constantly. Though looking back, it was far too easy to see how this wholesome persona was just a farce. A little smoke and a mirrors put up to mask the real monster who convinced a 16 year old boy that his sister’s death was a byproduct of his own carelessness. William tricked all of them.

And when Sammy had the wherewithal to finally reach around and pull his sister in for a hug, he felt as though a piece of him he lost long ago had finally come home.

“Anything…” Samuel said, sniffing back snot so it didn’t land in his sister’s hair. “Anything you all need—name it. It’s the least I could do for covering for that fucking sicko.”

Michael allowed himself to relax as Sammy pulled Charlie in for a hug. He stood, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking away to give them a moment. His eyes fell on Freddy and Gregory, who also seemed relieved that Sammy accepted the truth without too much pushback.

“Well, first off, we want you to know that William’s gone for good,” Michael spoke after a moment. The Emilys were still clinging to each other, but he knew Sammy was listening by the way his eyes flickered to meet his own over Charlie’s shoulder. “That’s what we’ve been doing all weekend—trying to take him down. Sorry about your Pizzaplex, by the way… and the Glamrocks.”

“They were under William’s control, trying to capture intruders—children, specifically—when the night shift hit,” Freddy finally spoke up, taking a small step forward. He wanted Sammy to know that all this damage was the fault of no one but the former bane of their existence. Putting things as simply as he could, Freddy explained: “He sent out a virus that infected the entire Pizzaplex. It affected Vanessa as well, so please give her some leniency if you are able to. I am sure she will explain her side of things in time.”

“Freddy was the only robot not taken over,” Michael added, flashing a grin towards the bear. He let out a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I kind of, uh… unintentionally possessed him for a bit before I got this new body, and my being in his head worked like a supernatural antibiotic to fight off the virus.”

“None of us would be standing here right now without everyone’s help,” Freddy pressed, making it clear that no one was more useful than anyone else in making things right.

Michael chuckled again. “Freddy’s also developed one hell of a conscience over the past few days, so… there’s another thing to wrap your head around.”

Samuel fixed the round frames that were falling down his tear-streaked nose, nodding as he took in the information. He looked at his sister and helped her sit up with a protective arm in an iron grip around her. He was a little worried since she hadn’t spoken in a while, but he was positive it was only because she was feeling the same as him: shocked with the circumstances. Even if he could argue that he had a right to be more shocked, it didn't matter. Sam was half thankful for her silence. It gave him time to process the wild recounting of the long weekend during his absence.

“Well—thank goodness no one was hurt,” he said in relation to the kids, grateful for this unlikely team. Not only was he reunited with friends of the past, but the AI Samuel designed achieved consciousness?

Astounding.

“Uhh... About that—” Gregory started, making Samuel glance at him with confusion.

…Who was this kid? The voice was all wrong and now that he really looked straight at him, he remembered Evan's eyes as brown.

“Oh... right.” Michael grimaced, stepping back to wrap an arm around Gregory's shoulders. “Contrary to what you're probably thinking, this is not Evan—and don't ask about how or why they have the same face, because it's a mystery to us all.”

Pulling Gregory a little closer, Michael gestured to him with his other hand as if presenting him before an audience. “Sam, meet Gregory. He's the last kid my father was after. He's the only one of William's victims that made it out alive, although he's... not completely normal anymore.”

Michael trailed off, the lingering guilt of being unable to save Gregory from the Remnant injection rearing up in the back of his mind. Sensing this rising distress, Freddy stepped in again with an explanation.

“This may be a topic for you to discuss in detail with Henry at a later time—” the bear started, and there was the faintest hint of strain in his voice. He clearly hated talking about his son's unfortunate situation, too. “—but before we got rid of him, William injected Gregory with a substance that changed some of his physical attributes. We do not know the full depth of what this will do as time goes on, although as Michael said, he is still alive. As for the other children who have gone missing...” Freddy shook his head, looking down at Gregory and running gentle claws through his hair. “Unfortunately, they did not fare as well. William was able to get to them before we were alerted to his presence, and therefore we could not act in time to save them.”

“I'm glad I got to dance on that jerk's ashes,” Gregory said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

It jumped out at Samuel, as it was something particularly violent for a kid to say. Though, he supposed that he couldn't blame Gregory’s conviction if William was trying to hurt him. Though that wasn't what particularly what caught Sam's attention.

“Mike—you're telling me more kids died here?” Sam's mouth went dry. Now he was beginning to blame himself all over again. “This isn't good! I... Fuck—when?! Where, I mean—w-what happened?”

Charlie shook her head. “You really don't want to know.”

“You really don't,” Michael echoed, shaking his head vehemently. He released Gregory's shoulders only to cross his arms over his chest as well, mirroring his brother unintentionally. “Look, I know this isn't what you want to hear, but let us handle this for a bit longer before we call anyone else in, okay? This sort of shit isn't something normal people should be dealing with, and we want to make 100% sure nothing's lingering around that can still hurt anyone.”

He thought of the endoskeletons Charlie and Vanessa mentioned, specifically designed to kill the kidnapped children. Where they also infected with William's virus, or had they simply been hotwired by Vanny? The latter was greater cause for concern, as they could still potentially be a threat to humans. Michael and Charlie would need to investigate soon, after they'd had a chance to rest from their ordeal. At least everything was confined to the lower levels and hidden away...

Meeting Sammy's eyes with a serious gaze, Michael added: “Please, don't reopen the Pizzaplex until we've made sure it's safe—and do not go in the basement. Tell the staff not to go down there either; we'll let you know once we've checked everything out.”

Uncrossing his arms, Michael managed a tiny smile, not wanting to linger on this topic lest Sammy get too caught up in his head. “Aaaand this is just part one of 'things we're going to need from you.' The second part is more on a personal level—see... we've got no money. Or a place to stay. Think you can hook us up with a hotel room for a few nights?”

Sammy looked between both him and Gregory, only letting go of Charlotte to dig along the inner pocket of his jacket. How much did a few robot ghosts and a kid need for a hotel room? He juggled a few hundred dollars in his hand, then sighed. What if there was an emergency?

“Here, uh... Take my wallet; use the credit card when you need it, but try to use the cash first,” Sammy instructed, entrusting the fat leather billfold into Michael's hand. “Uh... I see you guys already raided the store fronts, but take whatever you want! Freddy can show you where to get the good merch. Please, help yourselves!” He'd be generous with them after all. “Uh—here kid, borrow my phone so you can call your parents...”

Samuel held out his well-armored cellphone, and Gregory instinctually knocked it out of his hand.

“Sorry! I uh—I forgot their numbers!” he excused, making Samuel tilt his head in confusion at the boy. “S... Sorry.”

Michael shoved the wallet deep into the pocket of his jeans, patting the lump for extra security. At Gregory's reaction he rubbed the back of his neck, looking to Charlie and Freddy with uncertainty.

“Um, so... Gregory's going to stay with us for a while,” Mike said, trying to delicately bring up the fact they'd basically adopted the boy while making it not sound like they were technically kidnapping him. “We want to keep watch over him for a little bit and make sure he's okay... And from what he's told us his foster parents are kind of shitty anyway—we're not even sure how hard they're actually looking for him. They're definitely not equipped to handle kids, let alone one that's been through what Gregory has.”

He spared at glance at the boy, to see Freddy had already placed a protective paw on his shoulder. Michael let out a chuckle, a corner of his mouth raising at the sight. “Plus, I think if you tried to separate those two you'd have to fight off Freddy... and trust me, you do not want to be on the other side of those claws.”

“Michael, I am not going to fight anyone,” Freddy responded, although there was an edge to his bright eyes that contradicted this statement. Even if he wouldn't physically throw hands, Freddy would be hard-pressed to let anyone try to take his new son away, the legality of the situation be damned.

“Fred's is a friendly bear,” Sammy reminded them, trying to maintain the family friendly branding all while ignoring the profanities he said just a few moments earlier. He turned to his now sentient creation with a heavy sigh. “And you... have to go with them, that's what I'm gathering?”

Theoretically, given the timeframe Michael had issued the end of the week should be enough time to fix the rest of the Glamrocks on top of sending out the new character releases. Man, they were losing a lot of business from this mess. Though they could survive—it was a big birthday month for them, after all.

“Then I wish you luck, Freddy. And uh, Gregory?” Samuel snagged the boy’s attention. “If you'd like one, I'm gifting you an Ultimate Party Pass—you can go anywhere and do anything at anytime. It's also works as a prepaid gift card. Just... Don't tell strangers what happened here. Okay, buddy?”

Sam tried not to sound nervous as he fished another card from his pocket. One Gregory would add to his finalized collection of access cards. “Cool! My first bribe. Thanks, Mr. Emily!”

“No—” Samuel coughed into his hand to clear his throat. “—Mr. Emily's my dad. Just Sam’s good for me.”

“Thank you,” Freddy said warmly, having nothing but fondness for the Emily heir. Henry might have come up with the original Fazbear Entertainment concept, but Sammy was responsible for the Glamrock line so in Freddy's mind he was just as much of the animatronic's creator as his father. Offering Sam a smile, he reassured: “Do not worry—I will take care of everyone and keep them safe.”

Michael rolled his eyes affectionately at the bear's determined words, then pulled Sammy into a brief hug. “It's really good to see you again, Sam; sorry we all disappeared on you all those years ago.” He released the embrace to hold his friend gently by the shoulders, flashing a grin—not so rare nowadays than it used to be. “Looks like you did pretty well for yourself though, all things considered!”

With that he let Sam go, giving him a final wave as he ushered Gregory and Freddy towards the back room where Freddy's android was being stored. Mike wanted to give Sam a moment alone with Charlie before she left for the day, and he also wanted to get things moving with the data transfer. If he was starting to feel tired, he could only imagine the fumes of adrenaline Gregory was running off of right now. When was the last time the kid had eaten something?

Gregory was fairly lightheaded; he no longer experienced hunger pains in the same way as he used to—only feeling a dull ache in his abdomen as he trailed Freddy and Mike towards the storage area.

Once they were alone Sammy and Charlie stuck together closely, finally able to catch up. A miracle took place here, Sam couldn't deny that. Though it left him with many, many questions... Samuel wasn't sure if he'd be better off knowing all the terrible secrets the four of them shared. For now, he was a reconciling brother, meeting with his long lost twin sister for the first time in decades.

The back room's charging pod illuminated the sleeping automaton inside in a delicate halo of soft, blue light. It wasn’t long before Charlie joined the others, earning matching looks of curiosity.

“Uh, I feel like Sam's going to pass out again so I told him to chill in Freddy's room for a second while we get something done,” she laughed off.

“Yeah, I figured he was at his limit when he didn’t ask how we planned to get Freddy out of here,” Michael responded, slinging an arm around Charlie’s shoulders.

Together they watched Freddy open the charging pod and remove his android, handling it as delicately as a porcelain doll. Since his room was currently occupied by the recovering CEO, Freddy opted for seating the robot against the least dusty spot on the wall. He gazed down at it for a second, unsure of what to do, then carefully sat beside it.

Now was the moment.

In a few minutes, the personality that inhabited the Glamrock singer would no longer be Freddy Fazbear—at least in body. In spirit, he knew he’d never be able to let go of his origins. No matter how many years passed, Freddy was sure he’d remember the lyrics and dance moves to every song he ever performed. A sudden realization hit him like a truck, causing him to gasp out.

“What… What am I going to tell the others?” Freddy asked, and it was unnerving to hear him so legitimately nervous. “Chica, Roxy, Monty… The Daycare attendant and Music Man… how am I ever going to explain this? How will they know this is me—”

“Freddy, relax,” Michael soothed, crouching down to press his palms against Freddy’s face. As their blue eyes locked together, Mike told him with the utmost sincerity: “We’ll figure it out like we've been doing this whole weekend. Don’t worry about that now though—just focus on how awesome it’s going to be to not need to recharge every five minutes!”

That ushered a small grin from the bear and Mike released him, stepping back next to Charlie. Freddy took a deep, calming, simulated breath. He didn’t know what the future would hold for him in this new state, but Michael was right—it was sure to be awesome. Turning to his son, Freddy gave him the brightest Fazbear smile he possibly could. If this was the last time Gregory would get to see him in this form, Freddy wanted him to have a good final memory.

“Alright, superstar,” he said, placing his paws in his lap and sitting up straight. “I am ready.”

Gregory could feel the weight of what they were about to accomplish. No longer would Freddy be confined to the neon-lit world of the Pizzaplex for the entirety of his existence. While they were essentially stealing Samuel's most advanced technological creation, the man didn’t seem to mind. Or, he was too overwhelmed to process the full ramifications of Freddy’s departure.

And Gregory? Well, he was just happy to have someone looking out for him now.

“Alright—I'm going to connect your cord and port you over,” the boy announced.

He wasn't even sure how long it’d take as he kneeled besides his Papa Bear’s two forms and dug inside the panel in the android’s leg. Gregory quickly unfurled the cord, reaching for the scar-esque line on android's neck and flipping it open. It was a pretty creepy way to conceal their download ports, that’s for sure. Then again, Gregory never made an android himself, so how was he to judge?

The initial plug in was made, and after connecting the cord to Freddy’s current Glamrock body and going through a few command prompts on the android’s tiny digital display, Gregory stepped back to watch the process.

“So, he'll probably go offline for a bit,” Gregory told the group. “Could take a minute. Or, like, an hour. Hard to say.”

He then took a seat on the floor, completely beat from the all fighting. He was running on a total of probably 10 hours of sleep over the course of 3 nights, which felt like a new personal high score.

As his core data was ported over, Freddy's smile relaxed into a neutral expression. Within seconds his eyes closed and his head fell forward delicately, as if he were letting out a deep exhale. Only this time, the bear didn't move again.

Michael and Charlie sat cross-legged on the floor too, making a little semi-circle around Freddy's two bodies. Gregory sat next to his dad of course, with Mike on his other side and Charlie completing the family circuit. They sat in silence, the faint, ambient sounds of staff moving around the Pizzaplex the only noise to be heard.

It took Freddy's consciousness exactly seven minutes and forty-six seconds to fully download into the android. The bear was completely shut down now—if one pressed an ear to his chest, even the always-functioning background systems had totally stopped. In exchange, the kind-faced automaton slowly raised its head, blinking sluggishly as if waking from a long sleep. No one but Henry had seen its eyes open before, and with a surprised laugh Michael realized they were the exact shade of bright, electric blue as Freddy's original ones. Whether this was yet another cosmic coincidence or they'd changed color with the appearance of the body's true personality was anyone's guess.

For Freddy, to not see the torso of a giant animatronic bear when he looked down was jarring. He lifted a hand, turning it over in awe at the sheer amount of detail Henry had put into this body. He could see faint blue veins on his wrist, the crinkling texture of palm lines, and even a faint dusting of light freckles here and there on the back of his hand. The rest of his arm was covered in a soft golden sweater, which he could actually feel the plush fabric of where it rubbed against his skin. Pressing gentle fingertips to his cheek, Freddy was amazed at how utterly new and strange it was to have a face not made of hard metal—for all intents and purposes, he was practically human now.

Speaking of sensing things, Freddy quickly realized there were three sets of nervously eager eyes fixated upon him. For a moment, all he could do was stare back. Then his gaze fell upon Gregory, his son, and he lit up in a smile that could rival the sun, the corners of his eyes crinkling with sheer happiness.

“Hello again, superstar; you did it!” Freddy exclaimed, holding out his arms for a hug.

***

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Hook Siblings Incorrect Quotes Part 1;

Peter, Hookling/Baby Hook, Hope, and Ally have been added.

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Hannah: Harry, I swear to God, if you call me Short stuff one more time I will take that hook and shove it so far up your ass—

Harriet: HANNAH!

Hannah: Sorry 'Ettie.

Hannah: up your Arse—

Harriet: Hannah!

Hannah *running away* sorry not sorry!

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Hannah: Okay, that's it! I'm stabbing and snitching on the next person who tries to kill me!

Harry:...

CJ:....

Ginny:....

Hannah: yes, even you three! I will snitch straight to dad! And Grandma! And Harriet!

Harry: Dang, that's cold Vato...

Hannah: and trying to kill me isn't?!

CJ: It was an accident!

Ginny: Okay, fair.

Harry: I was just trying to blind you!

Hannah: That's not better, Harry!

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Harry: I'm taller than you!

Hannah: I'm smarter!

Harry: I'm funnier than you!

Hannah: Debatable.

Harry: I'm better at flirting than you!

Hannah: Alright. I'll let you have that one.

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*GAME NIGHT*

Harriet: Everyone is to try and answer a question about each teammate. If you get it wrong, you take a shot.

Harriet: Now... Guess my first word!

Ginny: Dagger!

Harry: Hook!

Cj: Bayonet!

Hannah: Treasure!

Harriet:...

Harriet: Guys, I was a baby. My first word was mama.

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Ginny: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!

Cj: To the city?

Ginny: Yeah, no matter what!

Hannah: Well-How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?

Ginny: I... I don't know!

Harriet: Oh come off it, be serious!

Ginny: I am serious!

Harriet: You're insane!

Harry: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!

Everyone:...

Ginny: What???

Harry: Or maybe it was a basset hound!

Harriet, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!

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Hannah, watching tv: NO NO NO! BABY, NO! YOU'RE ONLY 21! YOU SHOULD NOT BE DATING SOMEONE A YEAR YOUNGER THAN YOUR MAMA!

Harry: ESPECIALLY AFTER SHE TALKED TO YOUR MAMA LIKE THAT!

Cj: DUMP HER ASS!

Ginny *just sitting on the couch*

( Harriet in the hallway)

Harriet: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU 4 WATCHING?!

Ginny: Reddit stories.

Harriet: That's it! No more YouTube! *unplugs the tv*

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*Harry, Cj, and Hannah trying to make cookies*

Cj *holding a bowl of butter* Maybe we can just put the whole thing in the microwave? Just for a second?

Hannah *sitting on the counter, kicking her legs* Great idea, Cj!

Harry *eyeing the bowl* We are not putting a metal bowl in the microwave, guys. That's how burning the house down happens. And I am not getting in trouble with Harriet and Ginny for that again!

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Harriet: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Harry: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Cj: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Hannah: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Harriet *Gently taps table*

Harry *Taps back*

Cj: What are they doing?

Hannah: Morse code.

Harriet *Aggressively taps table*

Harry *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Harriet: Have you seen Harry around the isle lately?

Cj: Ugh, yes. He made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Hannah: It looks fine to me?

Cj: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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Harriet age 6, about Hannah: Apparently we're getting someone new in the family.

Harry age 3: Are we stealing them?

Cj age 1: New or used?

Harriet: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Ginny, also 6: And Harry's right.

Harriet: GINNY!

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Cj: Why are you on the floor?

Harry: I'm depressed.

Harry: Also I was stabbed, can you get Harriet, please.

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Harriet: Tell Hannah about the birds and the bees.

Harry: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

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Harry: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Cj: How am I supposed to know?

Hannah: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Cj *sighs*

Cj: You wouldn't be trapped.

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Harriet: If you had to choose between Hannah and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Cj: That depends, how much money are we taking about?

Hannah: Cj!

Harriet: 63 cents.

Cj: I'll take the money.

Hannah: CJ!!!

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Cj: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Harry: We got spring water.

Cj: NO.

Hannah: with EXTRA minerals.

Harry: it's like licking a stalagmite.

Cj: DON'T COME HOME.

Hannah: Mmmmm cave water.

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Cj: Naturally, we are on the cutting edge of technology.

Harry, amazed: Wow...

Hannah, to Harry: Well what does that mean?

Harry: I don't know.

Harry, to Cj: What does that mean?

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Ginny: I told Harry their ears flush when they lie.

Harriet: Why?

Ginny: Look.

Ginny: Hey Harry! Do you love us?

Harry, covering their ears: No.

Harriet:...

Hannah: Hey Harry do you love Uma-

Harry *runs off still covering his ears* No!

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Harriet: Care for another sundae, weenie?

Cj: I am not a weenie!

Hannah: Relax, you’re among friends. *raises their drink*

Cj: My friends don’t hang out at Weenie Hut Jr’s.

Ginny: You tell ‘em, Cj! *sips their drink*

Cj: Ginny, what’re you doing here?

Ginny: I’m always here on Double Weenie Wednesdays.

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Hannah: Top 30 reasons why Hannah is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Cj: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

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Harriet: Okay, truth or dare?

Hannah: Truth

Harriet: How many hours have you slept this week?

Hannah:

Hannah: ...Dare

Harriet: Go to bed.

Hannah: I don’t like this game.

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Cj: Here's some advice.

Harriet: I didn't ask for any.

Cj: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me.

Hannah: She's got you there. This is your fault-

Harriet: I thought I told you to go to bed?

Hannah: Don't tell me how to live my life!

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Ginny: I can explain.

Harriet: Can you?

Ginny: If you give me thiry minutes to think of a lie, I can.

Hannah: it would take you longer than that *snorts*

Ginny: WHY YOU LITTLE-

Harriet: GINNY!

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Harry: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!

Harriet: Mind your language!

Harry: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Harriet:

Harry: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Hannah: or you could swear in a language she doesn't know.

Harriet: HANNAH!

Hannah: I'm the baby you can't get mad at me.

Harry: You know what? I think I'll do that-

Harriet: HARRY!

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Hannah: So what do you do?

Harry: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers.

Hannah: Wow, impressive.

Harry: Then I'll move on to Leos.

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Cj *blowing stuff up with Zevon, Freddie, and Ally in the bathroom*

Ginny and Clay Clayton *off somewhere traumatizing some poor wedding guest*

Anthony and Luke *arguing over who looks better*

Stormbringer crew *causing choas*

Peter *fighting with Hook while Mama Hook, Qurrin, and Captain try to stop them*

Little Hope and Baby Hook-Hook *eating the flowers*

(And so on for the guests).

Hannah *stuffing her face with spicy chicken sandwiches *

Harriet *leans over to Haul* are you really sure this is the one you want to marry?

Haul *mesmerized * yep.

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Harry: YOU'RE A TRAITOR AND JUST LIKE ACTING LIKE YOU'RE BETTER THAN US. AS IF YOU'RE SOME KIND OF PRINCESS! WELL, YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE JUST A FREAKIKG POSER! A DISGRACE! MUCKING AROUND WITH THOSE BORE-A-DON BRATS! YOU AREN'T MY SISTER!

Hannah: YEAH, WELL FRICK YOU! I DON'T NEED YOU! AS LONG AS I HAVE MY CREW I'M FINE! THOSE BORE-A-DON BRATS ARE COOLER THAN YOU ANYWAY!

Harry, offended: THEY ARE NOT, TAKE THAT BACK!

Hannah: I'LL TAKE IT BACK WHEN YOU GET SOME SENSE AND YOU'RE OWN PERSONALITY!

Harry: WHY YOU LITTLE—

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*After Hannah ran away*

*Peter is comforting Ally*

Peter: Stop crying because it’s over. Start smiling because Hannah is someone else’s problem now.

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Hannah: How do Ally and CJ usually get out of these messes?

Peter: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

Hannah: Damn.

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*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Hannah, Little Hope, and Hookling *spinning a little and talking*

CJ, Ally, and Peter *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

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Hannah: A mouse!

Hookling, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you.

Ally, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal!

Little Hope, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy.

Peter, gasping: It's Ratatouille!

CJ: His name is Remi, dumbass.

Hannah: ...I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

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Hannah: Which way did Hookling go?

Little Hope: Well, based on the direction of the wind, the broken sticks in the corner, and the slight disturbance in the dirt, I'd guess they went left.

Hannah: You could really figure it out from that?

Little Hope: No, you idiot, Hookling sent me a text. See?

Hannah *grumbling* kids these days. When I was your age-

Little Hope: What? Like a million years ago?

Hannah: I'm only 16 years older than you!

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #wicked world #descendants au #disney descendants au #descendants alternate universe #disney descendant ocs #ocs #oc story #oc character #original characters #descendants oc #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook and co #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook #etc

[silkchiffon]

hii sorry 2 bother but could u explain the afterpartys "not ___" clues? ive seen a lot of talk about them and im a casual watcher so im kinda lost about them hehe thank uuu :)

you’re no bother at all! in fact, i’m honored you’d ask me specifically :’)

the “not ___” clues are hidden codes in each episode of the show that eliminate answers to the mystery! they can range from suspects to methods. season 1 was all about eliminating suspects, so the clues would always use agent nouns or descriptors or nicknames, yet they were also vague enough that you wouldn’t know who they were referring to until after you’d watched future episodes.

so for instance, in aniq’s episode, there’s a flashing light behind zoë during their heartfelt conversation on the bleachers. it’s barely noticeable, and obviously not really the point of the scene, but you’ll see that it’s morse code if you keep track of it! i’ll leave it up to you to decipher what it spells out and who it’s knocking out as a suspect. ;-)

season 2 dips into this a bit as well, but it’s more focused on methods to make it harder for people to figure out who the actual killer is. you can really tell that the people behind the show learned from the first season and the decision to give so much away, even if clues were hidden. there was inevitably a point where you could figure out the killer purely by process of elimination. the second season, though, it could be anybody! the only characters that have been officially ruled out are aunt ruth, kyler, colonel, and aniq.

but yeah, they can look (and sound, when it comes to ulysses’s episode) a variety of different ways! some adhere to actual systems such as semaphore (brett’s episode) and international maritime signal flags (danner’s sequel episode). others are simply about knowing what to look for, like a weird keyboard layout on a typewriter (grace’s episode) or a interestingly marked up calendar (hannah’s episode). they got really creative this season and i honestly love it.

anyway, this feels very long so i will shut up now, but i hope this is a solid enough answer for you!

#ask #anonymous #the afterparty spoilers #really loved writing this all out actually #thank you for the ask!

[fzrticv]

Bold what your muse can do. Italicize what they can do to some extent.

| bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | roller skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing| shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electrical drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock |

tagged by: @thesilent-o Tagging: @rubbcrhose , @the-delightful-temptation, @ladiesofhell , @hannah-the-small (Patch)

#dash games.

[byneddiedingo]

Mia Farrow, Barbara Hershey, and Dianne Wiest in Hannah and Her Sisters (Woody Allen, 1986)

Cast: Barbara Hershey, Carrie Fisher, Michael Caine, Mia Farrow, Dianne Wiest, Maureen O'Sullivan, Lloyd Nolan, Max von Sydow, Woody Allen, Lewis Black, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Julie Kavner, J.T. Walsh, John Turturro. Screenplay: Woody Allen. Cinematography: Carlo Di Palma. Production design: Stuart Wurtzel. Film editing: Susan E. Morse.

As an actor, Woody Allen has two personae: the nebbishy neurotic that was the mainstay of his early career as a standup comedian, and the witty, self-effacing charmer who can credibly win the hearts of such co-stars as Diane Keaton, Mia Farrow, and Dianne Wiest. He appears in both personae in Hannah and Her Sisters. As Mickey, he suffers from hypochondria and a fear of death so severe that when he discovers he doesn't have a brain tumor he goes through a desperate but comic search for God, even going so far as to try to convert to Catholicism. He also plays the successful lover, winning Holly (Wiest) after an earlier misfired attempt. But Allen is not the only actor in the film who is playing the two "Woody Allen" personae: As Elliot, who is married to Mickey's ex-wife, Hannah (Farrow), Michael Caine also becomes both the neurotic and the charmer in his obsession with Hannah's sister, Lee (Barbara Hershey). So what we get is Elliot as Mickey's psychological doppelgänger. (Mickey was once married to Hannah and Holly is also her sister, reinforcing the duplication.) That all of this works as well as it does -- and sometimes it doesn't -- is why the film remains one of Allen's most successful. It was a critical and commercial hit, receiving seven Oscar nominations (including best picture) and winning three: for Caine and Wiest as supporting performers and for Allen as writer -- he was also nominated as director. It is certainly well-structured, given the intricacy of the various interrelationships among the three sisters and their husbands and lovers. I think the weakest part of the structure is Allen's own performance; unlike Caine, he never succeeds in integrating the two personae. Some of the problem is the way his role is written: The comedy of his hypochondria is too broad for a film that takes on some serious issues in the way people deal with infatuation and infidelity, and when Mickey recovers from his obsession with God and death, Allen borrows shamelessly from Preston Sturges's Sullivan's Travels (1941) by having Mickey snap out of it while watching the Marx Brothers in Duck Soup (Leo McCarey, 1933), just as Sullivan recovers from his own funk by watching a Disney cartoon. But there is a real sophistication in the way Allen ends his somewhat Chekhovian comedy by playing on our expectation of a happy ending. All of the characters in the film are far too morally compromised for a simple resolution, so Allen gives us what just appears to be one: a Thanksgiving party with all of the sisters and their husbands accounted for. At the very end, we find that Mickey and Holly are not only married now, but she's pregnant. Fade out, music and credits up. Perhaps only as we're walking out of the theater do we remember that it has earlier been well established that Mickey is infertile.

#Hannah and Her Sisters #Woody Allen #Mia Farrow #Barbara Hershey #Dianne Wiest

[edhellfire]

Hannah Andrews cursed loudly before she decided to go over to the trailer next door and ask for help. She had met the older man the day she moved in - Wayne - and he had even offered to help her with some of the boxes. 'If you need anything you're welcome to come over' he had said before leaving and right at this moment she definitely needed ... well, something.

She pulled her leather jacket on and then stomped over to the neighbors, snorting at herself as she realized she had knocked out S-O-S in morse code - the only morse code she knew.

@somethingvicked

It wasn't the older man that lived in that trailer that answered the door. It was his very confused nephew. Eddie didn't know a lot of morse code but he knew the basics. He knew SOS. Imagine his fucking surprise when the knock on the door was SOS.

He pulled the door open, then pushed the screen door open to greet the woman standing there. He'd never seen her before, which made him even more confused. I guess it didn't help any that he'd been getting high when she knocked. "You don't look like you're dying." He said in response to the SOS knock. "Are you lost?"

#somethingvicked #ask rp

[avatarskywalker78]

Fancast Alert

Brec Bassinger as Hannah Edwards, Clint Barton and Bobbi Morse's daughter who was given up for adoption by the latter (who also hid her existence from the former for a number of reasons) so that she could have a normal life, and who wants to be an archaeologist when she's older. She's happily adopted, but still wants to find her birth family, and manages to track her father down when she's sixteen (which comes as a shock to everyone involved).

#OC: Hannah Edwards #Fancast: Brec Bassinger #MCU #wip: hannah edwards au

[luninosity]

Happy New Year! Just popping in for a quick celebration –

Today’s the release day for the JMS Books 2022 Top Ten Gay Romance anthology – which has me in it (yay!), with my story “The Snails of Dun Nas,” and also lovely friends like @thebestpersonherelovesbucky (yay!), Nell Iris, Ofelia Grand, Holly Day, Amy Spector, Ellie Thomas, Sarah Hadley Brook, Tinnean, and Hannah Morse! These anthologies are always a delight, and I’m so honored to be included again, with such fabulous authors!

Buy it here at Amazon, or here at JMS Books, or wherever you like to buy books!

#yay! #original fic #gay romance #romance #lgbtq #jms books #top ten

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday to Ian Rankin, born in Cardenden, Fife, April 28th 1960. in Fife, Scotland.

The creator of Inspector John Rebus was educated locally until going to Edinburgh University to read English, graduating in 1982. It was about this time that Ian Rankin first began writing short stories for magazines, with some critical success it seems. His first novel, The Flood, was published in 1986 by Polygon, an Edinburgh student press.

It is a notoriously scarce book, with a hardback print run allegedly of only 200 copies. Unable to ‘bring home the bacon’ with his literary efforts, Ian Rankin was forced to pursue a diverse number of jobs before Rebus finally made his debut in 1987. Knots & Crosses is once again a scarce book, with most of the print run having gone to public libraries.

It was never Rankin’s intention for Rebus to become a series character, indeed not even a crime fiction character, hence it was three years and two books later before Rebus returned in Hide and Seek. In 1991, Ian Rankin was awarded the prestigious Chandler-Fullbright prize in America. With it came a much needed prize of £10,000. However, there was a caveat that the money could only be spent in America. To that end Rankin proceeded to tour the US, with his wife, until the money ran out.

Despite a hectic writing schedule, Ian Rankin still found time for a pseudonym, Jack Harvey. Three novels were published by Headline between 1993 and 1995, Witch Hunt, Bleeding Hearts and Blood Hunt respectively. Once again, these novels also had small print runs and are, consequently, uncommon. Ian picked the name, being Jack, his first son, and Harvey, his wife’s maiden name. The marketing folk were pleased, reckoning that a name beginning with H could only be good, since it planted the book in the middle of the shelf, where the shopper’s eye would easily find it.

1997 saw the publication of what is widely regarded as Ian Rankin’s breakthrough novel. Black and Blue is a superbly crafted novel and was justly recognised as such by the Crime Writers Association who awarded it their coveted ‘Gold Dagger’. It was about then that I firsts started reading his books, in fact I was a voracious reader back then, I could often read a couple of books a week.

Inevitably Rebus was brought to the small screen, played by John Hannah (shown right), in 2000. Whilst well received, it has to be said the Hannah’s Rebus did not enjoy the televisual success of his fellow Inspectors, Morse and Frost.

In 2005, Rebus reappeared on television, played by Ken Stott, who was widely seen as better suited than Hannah for the part

Ian Rankin’s output continues to be prodigious and Rebus continues to have an increasing popularity amongst both collectors and readers alike. 

While many know about Ian’s life as a crime writer, few know that he is also ina a rock band,  the author is lead singer in a five-piece band called "Best Picture'', which also features Bluebells guitarist, Bobby Bluebell . They released their debut single "Isabelle" in 2017 and made their live debut the following year. But Rankin revealed recently that it has now been over two years since their last gig due to Covid and admitted he may have to accept his singing days are numbered.

He said that their last gigs were in December 2019 when we supported Hipsway in Edinburgh and Glasgow. Ian commented at the opening of Edinburgh’s nwest record shop Thorne Records, at Bruntsfield;

"Most of us have got other jobs and the band isn't our whole life. I've been kept a bit busy writing during lockdown and since, so the band has taken a back seat, but who knows.

"I'm a guy in his sixties now so I think my time is limited as a rock star really. Starting from a baseline of having no talent, I'm not sure it's ever going to happen for me.

"Every crime writer I know would rather be a rock star than a writer. A lot of us join bands just for the fun of it. I was in a band when I was 19 and that should have told me that it was never going to be my career choice."

Ian Rankin is on Twitter and posts very regularly, definitely more than I do! His Twitter handle is @Beathhigh, which I assume is after Cowdenbeath High School. If you follow him you will get regular glimpses of Edinburgh life, particularly around The Meadows. Today he tweeted  “ Celebrating my 62nd birthday in Istanbul this morning.” 

Ian is currently working "day and night" on his latest book

#Scotland #scottish #novellist #cool guy #Author #happy birhtday

[heatherlynmusic]

Songcraft Showcase Roots Music Project Boulder, CO

This project is funded in part by a grant from the Boulder Arts Commission, an agency of the Boulder City Council.

Songcraft:

Songwriters are the architects of sonic emotion, crafting universes in three-minute masterpieces. They wield metaphors like paintbrushes, infuse stories with heartbeats, and turn silence into a canvas of resonance. In the grand amphitheater of musical creation, songwriters stand as the virtuoso architects, building bridges between hearts and harmonies, reminding us that life's cadence is most vividly felt when painted with the ink of their genius. With the Songcraft Series, Christopher Morse and Ian Steele will bring local songwriters to Roots Music Project to share their craft and stories.

This month features:

Oliver Franklin:

Oliver Franklin began his professional career in Seattle as a core member of indie folk rock act the Senate and the absurdist prog rock collective Discs of Fury. Both acts foreshadowed his wide range and his penchant for strong songcraft, intense stage presence and a wide aest. Franklin has toured extensively along the west coast and played as a sideman and session player for a wide variety of acts in the Pacific Northwest. As a solo artist he has recorded one EP and two full length albums, most recently 2023’s ‘The Guest House’. This album features lush, synthesizer-driven arrangements that highlight his evocative songcraft in a new way that contrasts with the minimalist gothic folk rock of 2016’s ‘The Last Man’. Both records share in being defined by Franklin’s lyrical craft and grit. Having taken a hiatus from the music business for a while and relocated to Colorado, Franklin is eager to bring his songs to the front range and make new connections in this rich and vibrant arts scene.

Heatherlyn:

Inspired by the irresistible way music can connect and carry us, Heatherlyn has built an international community around songs, poetry, and gatherings designed to pull listeners deeper into their own stories and the stories of others. Her passion for philosophy, spirituality, and the beautiful complexity of the human spirit is present in everything she creates, resonant in the echoes of the soul, rock, and roots influences that weave through her eclectic sound. Whether she is curating sacred space through music at HeatherlynMusic.com; on the road in partnership with patrons; yoga, spiritual, and faith communities; or social justice organizations around the world, her motivation rests in the firmly held belief that love is a powerful force of hope and healing, and that music is a uniquely powerful expression of love.

Abby Brown:

Abby found her true calling in music at a young age and never wavered from pursuing her dream even at an age when she could barely fit her fingers around a six-string. After the critically-acclaimed success of her debut EP “Gypsy Soul”, Brown released her second EP, “Heart on Fire”. Both records are on the Quality Records label, which signed Abby in 2016 without hesitation when an A&R rep for the label first heard her perform. As the eldest of seven in a close-knit, blended family, Abby pulls from her diverse background living in half a dozen cities around the U.S. and her time on the road as a musician. Her first live gigs started at the age of seven in her then hometown of Cohasset, MA, where she soon rose to prominence at the local level with her two sisters in a band that would eventually become known as Flatiron Junction. The sister trio has since performed around the country, and most notably, the National Anthem at Boston's legendary Fenway Park and at Coors Field for the Colorado Rockies. Abby has been gracefully inspired by musical icons like Emmy Lou Harris, Alison Krauss, The Chicks, Sheryl Crow, Taylor Swift and other prominent influences like Stevie Nicks and Bonnie Raitt.

Hannah Samano:

Hannah Samano is a multintrumentalist singer-songwriter, inspired by the ever changing nature of the world around and within.Her acoustic finger style guitar riffs and folky blues tonality lean into her Michigan roots, with songwriting themes of the duality of personal growth, and encouragement along the path for her fellow squishy humans.

Doors 6:00pm.

Show 7-9:30pm

Free Show, Suggested donation of $5-$15. (No one will be turned away)

Full bar on premises; Plenty of free parking; Lyft and Uber friendly!

ABOUT ROOTS MUSIC PROJECT

Roots Music Project is a non-profit local music incubator based in Boulder, Colorado. We believe in the power of music to make the world a better place. All music starts locally. We empower artists, fans, and venues to connect and create a thriving and inspiring local music scene. RootsMusicProject.org

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[ithisatanytime]

Hannah Diamond - Every Night

oh what you thought id given up? if my head were severed id clack my teeth together in morse code “i love you so”

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