#This was supposed to have to do with Uncle Waylon

[radiance1]

GIW scientist: "What was the one thing we specifically told you to do."

GIW Guard: "Not get attached..."

GIW scientist: "What was the one thing we specifically told you not to do."

GIW Guard: "Get attached..."

GIW scientist: "And what did you do?"

GIW Guard: "Get attach-"

GIW scientist: "YOU GOT A-FUCKING-TTACHED!"

===

The GIW finally managed to get their hands on the Phantom menace, thankfully helped by the recent changes in the ghost in a Moth-like direction, and with the recent explosion giving it an orphan status, it was all too easy to get the ghost into their hands.

Of course, there was the ghost's godfather, but a few government tricks and he was erased from having any to all connection with the thing.

But due to it being the Phantom menace, it was quite difficult to control. So that lead to one scientist having the brilliant (sarcasm) idea to run a test that made it more... manageable.

That somehow involved it becoming a child, with the added and original plus with its powers no longer being easily controlled by it. But that, paired with a child-like mind didn't become well.

At the very least, it was easier to physically subdue when it wasn't throwing a tantrum. But they encountered another problem that came as an unintentional side-effect.

It was cute.

Like a stuff toy you would sleep with as a child, or a show with a cutesy art style and anything that just made one go "Awww" and that? That was a problem.

The guards just didn't have to become attached, and everything shouldn't been fine. But one of them did and that somehow lead to the thing escaping and that was highly annoying.

Oh well, it shouldn't have gotten too far, all things considered. Various injuries aside, its powers do not come as easily as it did to it before, and there were not many times to practice ones such as flight.

It will come back to their hands, either forcefully, or willingly.

===

Danny, fully pumped on adrenaline and fear, has been pushing himself to fly for he doesn't even know how long. But he's becoming very tired, and can feel his power slipping from his fingertips.

Or maybe that was the blood, he couldn't tell.

He kept going, pushing himself farther past his limit to just, escape. But he couldn't do so forever, he had to drop sometime, and that time seemed to be coming closer with each and every passing second.

Eventually, he dropped, and he quickly tried to do that gliding thing he was kinda good at. It helped, though he did hit into a few trees, here and there, but he got down to the forest floor, fell, got up, and forced himself to walk.

His vision was really fuzzy, everything he touched felt like static beneath his fluffy hands and feet, and he could hear everything so clearly yet nothing at all.

He just had to keep walking, and he would be okay.

Just persevere, and everything would turn out okay.

Everything would be, okay.

He just had to keep moving.

Even if his legs felt like static, his chest burning and his wings dragging behind him as he found it harder and harder to breath as black started to eat away at his vision.

Everything would be okay.

He just had to persevere.

Eventually, he couldn't, falling to the forest floor as his eyes slowly dropped as black consumed his vision.

He couldn't persevere.

===

So, Killer Moth was just in a forest, as one would, looking for quite the rare specimen of Moth larvae that he could use in his plot to take over Jump City.

Why this forest?

It was pretty far away from Jump City, that's why. No pesky Titans to interrupt his search here, which happened once, wasn't fun might he add.

During said collection, he found what looked to be a child passed out on the forest floor.

Now, any reasonable person would question why there was a child on the forest floor, which he was tempted to do, before realizing that said child is perhaps an escaped experiment, based on the precise wounds upon his body.

Said child was a moth humanoid.

He didn't like that, someone tried to take his theme!

Oh well, their loss, his gain. Another moth to add to his ever-growing army, and his another he could use in his attempt to take over Jump City.

Also, finder's keepers.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Fun fact #This was supposed to have to do with Uncle Waylon #But this happened instead LMAO #So have this

[pastriibunz]

A GIRL, A GHOST, AND A GENERAL - EPISODE TWO: MY BEST FRIEND IS DEAD

Another playmate enters the scene, one that Kai strongly attaches to.

Max Jägerman was a Literal Monster.

And this time, they weren’t talking about his behavior.

A group of “Nerdy Prudes”, as he called them, had “accidentally” killed him with a prank gone wrong in The Waylon Place. 

It ended with Max skewered on a loose piece of wood, vowing his revenge in a simple statement: “Nerdy Prudes Must Die.”

When he woke, he was dead.

A ghost.

Terrifying.

Yet amazing. 

This meant he could hunt down, exterminate, every nerdy prude in Hatchetfield High.

It was fun, killing off the little nerds one by one.

However, his killing spree was short-lived.

He had gotten Ruth Fleming and Richie Lipschitz. 

They were part of the reason he died, he felt it was justified.

He was ready to get two more, Peter Spankoffski and Stephanie Lauter.

But then Grace Chasity, her girlish charm, and her rockin’ bod got involved.

He did some less than holy things with her behind the bleachers, and that was his downfall.

Thanks to some deal those nerds made, Max was taken, now being studied by five eldritch beings beyond his comprehension.

These horrors made the Literal Monster look like a kitten in comparison.

For what felt like the first time in his life, Max Jägerman was terrified.

And he couldn’t do anything other than sit there, paralyzed, as these beings giggled and chittered over what to do with him.

“I wanna eat him!” One called.

“Bo-ring! Let me put him in the box with Teddy-Bear! That’ll be fun to watch!” Another spoke up.

“For you, maybe. Can I just shut him up? His voice is annoying, I’d much rather have him be a part of my ensemble.” Another whined.

“Maybe we should just put him back. I liked watching him cause chaos.” One said.

The four beings argued until the fifth spoke. “No, no. Those won’t be any fun.”

The others quieted. Max could tell this one was the top dog. That kind of presence came with power.

He used to have that power.

“No, boys, I have the perfect thing for our new fwendy-wend.”

Max was scared for what came next as he was dragged off.

Max Jägerman was 18 years old. And he was terrified.

Kai Drew was 17 years old. And she was bored.

17 years in what was practically an empty void, and you’ll see whatever there was to see, ten times over.

The sniggles weren’t any fun to play with. They were far too good at following directions. There was no struggle, no challenge. It was boring.

Watcher World wasn’t as much fun, unlike when she was younger. At least then, she was a bit too small for some of the rides, so she had something to look forward to. Now, she was big enough for all of it, and she had ridden all there was to ride. Papa Blinky would try to add in new rides every so often for her, but each ride felt more sub-par than the last.

The Black, along with Drowsy Town, weren’t any fun to look through. She’s seen all there was to see: black void to your left, black void to your right.

She had once asked to go to The White, just for a chance to explore something new. Plus, she had whispers that her papas’ sister, Webby, lived there. She thought they’d like that. She’d get a new place to explore, plus maybe a mama. Or an auntie. She didn’t mind either way.

Her papas did not like that. 

They got all weird and angry, and The White and Webby entered on their ‘banned conversation topics’ list.

Other than that, her papas were fun, as they always were. But she knew her constant presence could be annoying. She didn’t want to annoy her papas. She loved them.

The only semi interesting thing was Uncle Mac.

She didn’t mind annoying him. He was her best friend, you’re supposed to annoy them!

He told her about the world beyond the veil. But she had to tell him about things from her life in The Black first.

That was their dynamic. Give some to get some. Kai tells him a story, he’ll tell her one. Kai gets him his old outfit back, he’ll play dress up with her, and so on and so forth.

It was strange, at first. He’d ask weird questions about her papas’ weaknesses, how she got to The Black and White, things that she didn’t know how to answer.

Once he realized that she didn’t know, it was nice. He asked about stories from her childhood, what her papas’ were like to her, what she did in her free time, and things like that.

In turn, she asked what he did before The Black, what life was like out there, who he was, and more. He wasn’t always willing to answer her questions, but he made sure she got a good story when she did get an answer.

She spent a lot of time with her Uncle Mac. He was a lot nicer to her than Uncle Wiley. Her papas weren’t very keen on this at first, but with a charming smile (plus some puppy dog eyes and a little begging), she managed to convince them it was fine.

So, here she was. Curled up, fiddling with her fingers, head lying in her Uncle Mac’s lap as he quietly read a book, listening to his breathing, and occasionally receiving a head scratch or two.

“Uncle Mac?” She spoke up eventually. He hummed in acknowledgment, a sign for her to go on.

She continued. “Can you tell me more stuff about your world?”

He nodded, looking down at her expectantly. She knew what that meant. Time for her to share. 

She nodded back. “Papa Pokey likes something called a ‘Paul Matthews’, Papa Tinky likes something called a ‘Ted Spankoffski’, he calls it his ‘Teddy-Bear’, and Papa Blinky likes something called a ‘Bill Woodward’. Papa Nibbly likes whatever is winning his Honey Festival, and last I remember it was something called a ‘Linda Monroe’. Papa Wiggly also liked the Linda, but he also likes Uncle Wiley.”

McNamara nodded. “Those are names of people, Kai.”

“Like how I’m Kai Drew and you’re Uncle Mac?” She asked.

McNamara hesitated for a bit before nodding. “…Yes. Like how you’re Kai and I’m Uncle Mac.”

Kai hummed. “So, wait, if Papas’ apparently like these humans, which still don’t exist, by the way. My papas told me I came from the Black like they did.”

“What am I, then?” McNamara asked, trying to help the girl realize.

“Dunno, but that’s not the point.” Kai said, quickly shutting him down. “If my papas like these humans, then why’d they tell me humans don’t exist?”

McNamara paused. He still didn’t know. What was the goal there? “…I don’t know, Kai.”

Kai sighed. Apparently, Uncle Mac didn’t have all the answers. 

He patted her head. “What did you want to know?”

Kai shifted excitedly. “What does PEIP do?”

“Kai, you know I can’t tell you that. It’s classified.”

“Boo.”

“I know, I know.”

“Then…tell me stories from the Great War or whatever!”

“I wasn’t alive then, Kai.”

“And I thought you were a general!”

“I…am. I just wasn’t alive then.”

“Could you’ve been alive then? Then you’d have stories to tell other than, ‘it’s classified’.”

“A lot of things we do in the military are classified, Kai.”

“Where’s the drama? The action?! Tell me something about yourself.”

“…I have a husband.”

“Ooh! Gimme the deets! Is there any marriage drama?! Did something happen with you two?!”

“No, it’s nice. We’re happy.”

Kai huffed and rolled over, cheeks puffed up in anger. “Do us all a favor and be less happy.”

McNamara simply chuckles quietly, a sound that goes unheard by Kai, and scratches her head. “Sorry I can’t be more entertaining, Kai.”

“It’s fine, I guess.” She mumbles, burrowing deeper into his lap.

A noise comes from the hall, and Kai perks up. She sits up, staring towards the door. Her behavior causes McNamara to look over as well. It opens soon after, revealing Kai’s five papas. She grins. McNamara hardens.

“Hi, princess!” Wiggly starts, before noticing McNamara. He stiffens. 

“Oh. Your…friend is here.” Wiggly mutters.

Pokey pushes past. “No matter, the show must go on. Songbird, we have a little surprise for you!”

Kai tilts her head. “What is it?”

“Well-” Pokey is quickly cut off by Tinky, who’s grinning wildly. “We got you a brand new playmate!”

Pokey glares and wacks his brother in the head. Tinky winces and rubs the spot, as Nibbly and Blinky usher Max out, dressed similarly to McNamara when he first arrived, except with a longer blouse, shorter slacks, and knee high socks.

Max gags. “Gross, I look like Spankoffski!”

His interjection goes ignored.

 “This is Maxwell Jägerman, you can call him Max. He’s gonna be a lot of fun to play with.” Blinky said, ruffling her hair. He then leaned down, whispering in her ear. “If you want, you can take him and Mac to Watcher World.”

Kai brightens at the prospect. Blinky smiles and plants a kiss on her forehead, going back with his brothers.

“Are you guys sure I can’t just taste him? Just a little bit?” Nibbly whines.

Wiggly glares. “No.” He shifts his gaze to Kai, immediately softening. “Have fun with your new friend, darling.”

Kai smiles. “I will, Papa Wiggly! Bye-bye!”

He waves before walking out, taking his brothers with him, leaving Max alone with Kai and McNamara. The ghost pounds on the door.

“Hey! HEY! Let me outta here! No way in hell am I going to be subjected to dress like fucking Spankoffski of all people!” Max shouts, pounding angrily. 

After nobody responds, Max huffs and whips around. He’s met with the sight of a mostly teal haired girl with pale skin and a scar on her cheek nose to nose with him. 

He yelps. “What the fu-?!” He’s cut off by the girl poking his nose.

“Hi!” She says, excited. Max stares down at her, confused. She continues poking him. “Why’s your skin so gray? Why are your eyes so dark? Why-”

“Kai.” McNamara speaks up. Kai freezes and retreats back to his side. Max blinks.

“Sorry about her, son. She’s excitable.” McNamara says.

“Who are you?! And who is she?! And who and what the hell were those things?!” Max shouts, pointing to the door.”

“My name is General John McNamara of the United States Military, special unit PEIP. We call it Peep.” McNamara says.

Kai then throws herself around him, hugging him tight. “And he’s my uncle! And my best friend!”

McNamara pats her head. Kai lets go and holds out her hand towards Max. “I’m Kai Drew! And those things were my papas.”

Max doesn’t take her hand, instead he just stares at her, mouth agape. “Those…freaks are your dads?!”

Kai scowls. “Hey, don’t call my papas freaks!”

“Easy, son. She doesn’t know what they do.” McNamara speaks up.

Max glares. “Whatever. What’s her deal? Why’s she so…” He said, pointing to Kai.

“I’m right here, y’know!” Kai interjected, pouting. She went ignored.

“The girl’s been raised here, she doesn’t know how to interact with people.” McNamara says.

Kai scoffs, laughing nervously. “I’m sure that’s not what he was talking about-”

“No, actually, that’s exactly what I was talking about. That explains everything.” Max says, cutting Kai off.

“Well- well- urgh!” Kai growls, defeated.

Max cackles. “That’s all you got?!”

“I am very bad at insults.” Kai mutters.

Max nods. “Clearly. You could’ve at least called me a dickhead.”

Kai tilts her head “What’s a dickhe-”

“Okay! That’s enough of that!” McNamara cuts her off.

Max snickers. “You’re a dork.”

Kai shrugs. “Can’t argue with that.”

Max smiles at her, before patting her head. Kai squeaks like a squeaky toy. He cackles and keeps it going, making Kai squeak more. Max laughs. 

McNamara, meanwhile, speeches. “Welcome to the Black and White, son. It’s a tough place for people like us. It takes a strong will and lots of persistence to even manage surviving in an environment such as this. But, I’m sure with time, you’ll make do with your situation.”

He looks over at Max and stops, stunned and confused at the sight before him: Kai, atop Max’s shoulders, giggling, as he holds her in place, smiling up at her.

“We’re best friends now!” Kai squeals, hugging him.

Max laughs. “Damn right we are!”

He looks at the stunned McNamara with a smile. “I think I’ll be fine.”

#kai drew #oc #tkwdlm #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #the kai who didn’t like musicals #hatchetfield #kai in hatchetfield #oc art #max jagerman #general mcnamara #lords in black #(i am NOT individually tagging them) #a girl a ghost and a general #sotbaw

[dankovskaya]

1, 4, 10, 15, 19 for Kiana?

AHHHH ELLA you're putting me to work I see. I will try not to go overboard😭

What is their relationship with their family?

Kiana's only real family throughout most of her life (up to the "present" of her being like, early 20s) is Waylon and that relationship itself is hard to define because they both go through so many highs and lows not entirely dependent on each other that change how they relate to. The world I guess. And therefore each other as well. I might like casually call him her dad, but that's not really what it's like, and saying he's more of an Uncle or a considerably older sibling is a probably more accurate. She has been known to call him "Uncle Waylon" in reference to him but probably just "Waylon" to his face. At first it's pretty clear cut that he's acting as a caretaker and mentor figure for her, but when Everything Falls Apart around when she's 12 or 13 and they're forced to be separated repeatedly for long periods of time over the next few years (because Waylon is incarcerated, escapes, reincarcerated, and so on in typical comics fashion), it's not nearly the same when they're technically reunited, and by the "present" they kind of border on estranged, but it's also somewhat one sided? Hard to explain but I've said enough here already LOL. She also has a mother that she very very distantly remembers as having abandoned her when she was a small child presumably on account of her "condition" and who she is naturally very resentful of but this is not actually true.

Holy fuck this is long the rest is under here 👇

4. What experiences shaped who they are?

No particular singular events stand out as having affected her substantially above all else (at least at this point in brainstorming) but it's more the overall horrible experience of being constantly reminded that the vast majority of the population does not see her as entirely human and the different ways that presents itself. I suppose around the end of their first year in Gotham when Waylon Gets Busted By The Bat and the first somewhat idyllic period of her life (which she definitely romanticizes as better than it actually was in retrospect😭) comes to an abrupt and forceful end stands out as singularly painful and unfair and intensified the natural overall resentfulness she has for People In General and cemented this sort of kneejerk cynicism that she honestly didn't always carry with her. She's always trying to get back to that first Gotham apartment.

10. What are they trying to achieve?

This one's rough because she spends a lot of her time just sort of broadly dissatisfied and resigned to going through the motions of Living in a Hostile Society while also trying to make the most of a relatively good situation through. Idk. Mundane indulgences. And trying not to draw any attention to herself whatsoever. BUT the inciting incident that leads to her meeting and affiliating with Jason has to do with her Deep Backstory and why she is the way that she is so without going into details that I have not yet wholly worked out there is essentially a complex revenge narrative afoot with a lot of varying degrees of uncomfortable self-recognition through the other. Not being certain of what she's trying to achieve within that and having to contend with Jason's perspective on the issue is sort of central to it.

15. What do they want?

She wants friends so so bad this is the great contradiction of Kiana. She hates people for what they've done to her and to Waylon she can't trust anyone to respect or understand her on any level she goes to great lengths to minimize human contact in her day to day life and she can find it very hard to care about anyone who isn't a "freak" like she is but she is also so desperate for actual human connection and understanding that she feels insane. For so much of her life she wanted so badly to get far far away from anyone other than Waylon and now that she has some semblance of that distance it just kind of makes her more angry 😭 Cause she doesn't ACTUALLY want to be alone she just wants people to stop being cunts to her but she's too distrustful (and fucking SHY) to actually try to find people who would look past? The snakeyness? And treat her like a person? So she kind of sets herself up for failure in multiple ways but you can't entirely blame her because she has supremely understandable reasons to both metaphorically and literally bite any hand that reaches towards her. More childishly I guess she wants to find and confront her mother but she knows this is completely unfeasible (alone at least 😏) so it's more of just a resentful daydream.

19. Does their appearance change throughout the story?

Counting the meat of the "story" as from the inciting incident onwards um not realllyyyyy unless you count her switching up her braids every once in a while Lol. She does get shot once so like there's a scar. But yeah not much. And the snake features are already as prominent as they're going to be and have been since she was pretty young. Unless you count the fact that she is technically going to continue growing taller forever, it just takes a really long time. LMAO.

#Thank you for sending <33333 #ask #kiana

[monsterslament]

idk much about outlast but ooo tell me some headcanons about ummmm. idk. just in general. im curious.

HEADCANONS!!!

anywaysssss just doing character headcanons right now. peace and love.

blake my best friend blake.... hes my scrungly my meow meow hes just like me. amab he/they bisexual with ptsd and schizophrenia.. just like me fr. when he leaves the village he ends up with nerve damage. two bone and skin grafts and a bunch of really deep gashes n cuts. he never bandaged his wounds well enough while he was looking for lynn so they take a long time to heal bc hes constantly doing things. when lynn and him get back to society they immediately go to a hospital and are both threated. they decide to name their new daughter jessica. aough. oeusur. oæufhg. ahem. anyway

miles upshur... my bestie miles i love him. him and walrider end up in a kind of symbiotic relationship and feed off of each other. miles gets his strength back pretty quickly upon leaving mount massive but hes also legally dead so he cant do a lot once he's out. would definitely watch baseball or hockey i think. he ends up meeting waylon once the info on murkoff corp goes public and he ends up as a sort of uncle to waylons boys. he lets them watch saw Way before they're supposed to

WAYLON my bud my friend my pal waylon park. he's korean american. definitely older than miles i think bc hes married n shit. hes a good dad n stays really strong through his recovery after mount massive. still going through a lot but hes better. developed hallucinagenic induced psychosis (hppd specifically) after given drugs to make the effects of the morphogenic engine more prominent. he also had to have one of his legs amputated because he shattered his ankle. he rlly likes miles but hes not really good with kids. hes chill n all but not good a raising them really. they stay in touch so miles can testify against murkoff in court once the video file is released to the public

ty..... i love love love being able to say things.. im gonna get a good grade in headcanon which is possible to achieve and reasonable to want. <3

#sorry for the long post... #outlast #injury tw #tw injury #violence tw #drug mention #ask to tag

[reddogf13]

Escape Ch: 16

Waylon X Eddie

Summery: Waylon has been re-submerged into Murkoffs horrible tests and tortures, but insanity can never be controlled and once again mount massive is in chaos. what happens though when Murkoff decides to start Walrider from the ground up? Waylon realizes his time is on the clock and must escape. in his condition he'll need help, and there's only one who mite give it.

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language, sensitive topics, and gore

previous chap: Escape Ch: 15

next chap: Escape Ch: 17

_____________________________________

~Ch:16 the Beginning of an end~

Waylon shifted closer to the large amount of warmth next to him. The feeling of something breathing next to him, had him wake up in confusion. He leaned away suddenly when he saw Eddie sleeping next to him. Waylon had gotten closer to him in his sleep, being up against him and laying his head on Eddie's chest.

Eddie had gotten close to, wrapping his arm around Waylon's side. Waylon felt uncomfortable in this close position and slowly moved away. The small movement of the person he was touching had Eddie wake up immediately with a tense body. Waylon flinched, shutting his eyes, in reaction like he had awaken a killer grizzly bear. Eddie let out a breath of air as his body relaxed, having caused Waylon to relax with him.

“Sleep well?” Eddie asked, smiling at Waylon.

“…Yes.” Waylon said, avoiding eye contact as he sat up. Waylon hated saying it, the comfort he felt while sleeping next to him felt wrong. He never planned to feel this way about Eddie, ever. It was just wrong to love someone who tried to sexually mutilate you. “can we leave?” Waylon asked again, rubbing his face. Eddie let out a small chuckle.

“Excited to get out?” Eddie asked.

“Yes, I want to get out.” Waylon said, holding back some anger while avoiding the question.

“Just be patient. We will get out soon.” Eddie said as he stood from the bed.

“How soon will soon be?” Waylon asked, his tone getting low.

“Three days.” Eddie said.

“Three days?! I can't stay here for three days!” Waylon said getting up from the bed.

“We can't leave when you're sick and injured.” Eddie said to him in a serious tone.

“I-” Waylon said, interrupted by the sound of far away gun shots. Both of them looked in the direction of the noise, being silent. Waylon grew pale knowing Murkoff was starting there assault on the building. The life clock was counting down now.

“We have to leave, now.” Waylon said urgently to Eddie. Eddie gave a noise of disapproval.

“Take your medicine first.” Eddie said, unhappy at leaving early. He took out the bottle of medication holding it to him. Waylon let out a sigh of relief, grabbing the medicine from Eddie and going to gather his things. He swallowed two pills and put on his back pack as he left the room. He slowly peeked out the door, looking for any Murkoff security. Seeing no one he left the door way, being followed closely by Eddie.

“Where shall we go?” Eddie asked.

“Mainly we just need to pass through halls and a few offices, then get through the outside courtyard.” Waylon said quietly.

“Hopefully Murkoff wont catch up to us.” he said.

“How long do you think it'll take for them to do that?” Eddie asked.

“Maybe only a few hours.” Waylon said, starting to breath heavily from stress and anxiety. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Eddie set a hand on his shoulder.

“Stop breathing like that.” Eddie commanded. Waylon held his breath to stop for a moment. He knew he needed to talk if he wanted to calm himself. He started where his and Eddies other conversation ended. ignoring his bad feeling on the subject.

“...What happened after the fire?” he asked quietly. Eddie let out a sigh.

“I was forced to move in with my uncle in a loathsome house near a lake. It was falling apart from rot and termite infestation. He wasn’t rich like my father, couldn’t afford a different place. Ungodly things happened there.” Eddie said, anger rising like before. “It was all caused from his fear of me. He wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything against him. Eventually though, years passed, I got older and bigger.” he said. Waylon could sense the enjoyment Eddie had for making his uncle afraid.

“I started fighting and threatening him. The abuse stopped…for a while. He shoved me into a shed at the lake riverbank, locking me in, thinking it would make me more cooperative.” Eddie said. Waylon noticed he went pale at the mention of the shed.

“Is that why you're claustrophobic?” Waylon asked.

“I am not claustrophobic.” Eddie denied. Waylon stayed quiet.

“I was trapped in the…shed, for a week. Sometimes he'd visit me, but he was still terrified of me. During the time I was trapped it rained a lot, making the bank and the shed flood. I had to learn to sleep stand or accidentally drown in my sleep.” he continued.

“…How'd you get out?” Waylon asked.

“For most the time I spent in there I tried to dig my way under, but the flood would bring in more mud each time. One day my uncle came to the shed, assuming I was dead. When he opened the door, I attacked him.” Eddie said.

“What happened to him?” Waylon asked.

“I beat his head in with a rock, then I dragged his bloody body to the lake and held his head under the water. I remember seeing a lot of blood and bubbles. He struggled for a little while and when he stopped I dumped his body into the lake.” Eddie said, explaining proudly how his uncle was killed.

Waylon was a little disturbed at the story, not for what Eddie did but what had happened to him in his childhood. He felt bad, but he knew he couldn’t do anything to change that. It hurt worse knowing Eddie somehow got here and he was now being used to just escape before being abandoned again. Waylon felt like a jackass now, depression not helping the negative feelings.

He slowed down, feeling that he had to do what he did next. He hugged Eddie from behind, burying his face into his back. The action of affection made Eddie stop. He was confused and worried for Waylon doing this random action. Its not like Waylon hugged him everyday, and the most “affectionate” action he ever did towards Eddie was talk.

“Are you alright?” Eddie asked, looking down at Waylon from over his shoulder. He was accustomed to Waylon being a nervous wreck and thought he may have finally broken down.

“I'm fine.” Waylon said, muffled through Eddies back. He actually liked his show of affection and the feeling of warmth from Eddie. Slowly, and sadly, he removed himself, feeling odd at the reason why he felt that way. He continued forward down the hall, thinking of why he needed to do that.

“I shouldn’t have done that. This was never meant to happen.” he thought, he let out a quiet sigh. “I can't abandon him now, I'll need to think of something. Maybe I could convince him to seek real help at a REAL hospital, and not get trapped at a place with Murkoff. Probably wouldn’t like that, I wouldn’t, after all this. Will I still trust hospitals after this? I should plan for my therapy, God knows I'll need it. Get a prescription for anxiety and insomnia night terrors.” Waylon thought.

Waylon stopped when the sound of distant gun shots stopped. Eddie stopped next to him, looking back. Waylon slowly looked back, getting pale again.

“Why did they stop?” Eddie asked with a raised brow.

“Setting up something, most likely.” Waylon said, continuing with a quick pace.

“You should eat.” Eddie suggested after seeing how pale Waylon was. Waylon nodded, getting his jar of jerky out to split it with Eddie.

“Where will we go after the courtyard?” Eddie asked, eating his jerky.

“We should be free after that, As long as we avoid Murkoff. We will be in the mountains and we can walk to a town nearby. Try to get some money there by trying my bank account. If Murkoff hadn’t wiped it yet.” Waylon explained.

“They had to have wiped it out. I am going to use Lisa’s account, but I am not going to tell Eddie that.” Waylon thought.

“The mountains that go on for 6 miles? The same ones that are constantly snowed and rained on?” Eddie pointed out.

“I know, but we can hide better in the mountains. If we follow the river we would be walking by the road with Murkoff blockades. The towns wont be safe either, so we just run in to grab money and leave.” Waylon said, he didn’t have much of a plan after the escape. His main goal was to just survive without being horribly crippled before the escape.

“How long do you plan for us to run?” Eddie asked. The question made Waylon feel disheartened.

“We might be running forever.” he said. Waylon thought about it, if it was true then he shouldn’t be with his family. He would just be putting them in danger with Murkoff. He really wished to see his family when he was free, but plans could change.

“I am used to that.” Eddie said.

“You’re also used to being alone. I am not.” Waylon thought.

“I'll have to let go of my family to keep them safe. Maybe I could write a letter and sneak it into Lisa’s mail box. I don’t know the address, but I still at least know where to find the house. Then she'll know I am okay and free, and wont have to attack Murkoff.” he thought.

“That was already a bad idea to begin with, attacking Murkoff. No amount of lawyers could take Murkoff down. They would just cover evidence, back mail, bribe and murder whoever they wanted. Lisa knew that before I could even think of it. She would be safe.” Waylon thought. He held back some tears and avoided giving his sadness away to Eddie.

They entered a large staff room that looked mostly clean, besides some scattered pages on the floor. Waylon looked towards the door they were suppose to pass through. Cursing when he saw a key card lock on the door.

“The door needs a card. Maybe its in an office.” Waylon said, heading down an office hall.

A door at the end of the hall caught his attention. He had a sense of Deja vu when he walked towards it. He looked at the doors, not noticing Eddie had split to search another office. Waylon peeked inside, the feeling of Deja vu getting stronger. He looked at the room, puzzled about it.

The office was large, having some sort of living room attached to it. He got a feeling of nervousness as he entered, walking slowly to the main office. He stopped in the arch way of the main office. There was a dark wood desk with a scratched gold name plate on it.

“Jeremy Blaire.” Waylon whispered, recognizing that name and remembering the man it belonged to. He looked at the plate with daggers before bitterly whacking it off the desk with his hand.

“You did this to me you degenerate.” Waylon growled at the plate laying on the floor.

He looked down at the contents of the desk for any key cards. Some papers were lying around, pens, a sharpener, a few office supply junk, and a stack of files. he sighed at the sight of them. He remembered that he used to collect as many as them as possible.

“A lot of good that did. It only helped Murkoff gather information faster when I was captured.” Waylon thought, his depression affecting him. Waylon's eyes ran over the file names, a certain one catching his eye.

“Waylon Park.” he read in his mind, grabbing it out of curiosity. He read over the giant red classified stamp on the front of the file. There couldn’t be much in the file, just papers for experiments and scheduling. He opened it slightly, closing it when he heard Eddie approaching. He shoved the file into his backpack. Not wanting Eddie to read anything inside the file.

“Did you find the card yet?” Eddie asked.

“Umm.” Waylon said as he searched the drawers. He moved some papers around in the drawer, uncovering the key.

“Found it.” he said. After unlocking the door, with the key, they entered a burned hall way.

“The floor mite be weak, so watch it.” Waylon said as he slowly stepped on the floor.

“Fire can do such a marvelous job with things.” Eddie said as he walked behind Waylon.

“As long as your not the one getting burned.” Waylon added to the sentence. He wondered about the file in his bag.

“Why would Blaire be looking at my file? Trying to Sign me up for shooting practice?” Waylon thought.

“Why did I even grab the file, all it has is junk papers. If I took it though, maybe Murkoff might accidentally erase all my other files. They wont remember me and ill be free from being pursued by them.” Waylon thought. He looked out a window nearby, stopping in shock at seeing Murkoff entering another part of the building nearby.

“Dammit, we need to go faster.” Waylon said, picking up the pace. Eddie looked out the window with displeasure before catching up to Waylon.

“They might be ahead of us.” Eddie said. Waylon didn’t like hearing that. He didn’t want to believe Murkoff was ahead, ready to trap or kill them. He stopped again as shots were fired in the direction they were heading. Waylon felt lightheaded and sick. Eddie grabbed him, making him jump from the sudden touch.

“Let's head down a different direction, for now. Hide somewhere.” Eddie said as he pulled him down a different hall.

“But they'll just come down here!” Waylon said, panic coming onto him.

“If we hide well, they’ll pass by to go deeper into the building. The halls will be empty around here then and we can walk out without any hassle.” Eddie said. Waylon still didn’t like being trapped here with Murkoff heading towards them.

He followed Eddie without an argument. He trusted him to know what to do in this situation more then he did. He stayed close, nervously looking back for Murkoff. Eddie opened a door to a burnt locker room.

“We are going to hide in here?” Waylon questioned as he looked at the thin lockers. Even for him the lockers were small.

“It’ll work, just need to make them bigger.” Eddie said as he opened one. He kicked the metal plate inside that divided the locker spaces. He kicked away two plates, connecting three lockers together. “its done.” Eddie said as he got in the lockers. Waylon looked at them, hesitant about entering. The last time he got into a locker, around Eddie, didn’t end well. He entered the small dark space, only having a foot between the both of them.

“How long should we stay in here?” Waylon asked, closing the locker door to shut them in.

“until we hear them pass, or until night fall.” Eddie said.

“That will be a while.” Waylon said.

“We should sleep 'til then. Make us more alert.” Eddie suggested.

“Really cramped in here for that.” Waylon replied.

“Not if you sleep in my lap.” Eddie said. Waylon gawked at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering if Eddie did all this just to have him in his lap. Thankfully the locker was too dark for Eddie to make out Waylon's expression.

“Come here.” Eddie said, after no move was made by Waylon.

Waylon stared at him a bit longer, being on guard. He slowly came forward, watching Eddies movement from what he could notice. Eddie grabbed him into a close hug, holding him sideways against his chest. He slowly slid back against a locker side plate, going down into a sitting position. The movement and hold forced Waylon to sit with him, sitting into his lap.

When he was seated in Eddie's lap he was tense. slowly relaxing into the warmth surrounding him over time. He looked up at Eddie watching him for a moment. Eddie kept his arms loosely around Waylon. resting his head against the locker wall with his eyes closed to sleep. After seeing Eddie ready to sleep, he slowly shifted into a comfortable place. He rested his head against Eddies chest, keeping his hands in his own lap. He let out a relaxing breath as he closed his eyes. Listening to Eddies heart beat and his slow breathing helped calm him. He'd never felt this relaxed as he was now in his entire time in the asylum.

The feeling was abnormal to him, being used to being always on guard. He never thought he could be relaxed in this place, even in his safe place in the vents. He opened his eyes again, watching Eddies chest slowly rise and fall with each breath. He turned his head more towards his chest, lightly kissing it before shifting back into place. A thought of the file in his bag passing through his mind as he fell asleep.

#outlast whistleblower #eddie gluskin #waylon park #Waylon x Eddie

[janewaykove]

Dream ft. Iain Glen & Danny Thomas

Bored so here’s a dream I had last night. :)

I was shopping with my mom and aunt in some store. We left and drove to another shopping centre. My mom wanted to surprise me with going to see someone I liked who was appearing at the store, but then she said the person wouldn’t actually be there (it made sense at the time). She didn’t tell me who it was, but said to look for a big car/bus that they’d be arriving in. I saw one, but it had a guy that I said reminded me of my uncle on it and I said he’d look good in a hat like the guy on the vehicle. I think it was supposed to be Johnny Cash, but then realized it was someone like Waylon Jennings.

We arrived and everything changed around so I was in a mall on the second floor (of two), leaning on the railing watching the people below. Iain Glen showed up and I was trying to chat with him but he wasn’t interested. He looked like he’d just stepped out of a Jack Taylor episode (coat and all). I kept talking to him and he finally came around and was nice. I looked across the mall to the other side and there was a store with a big sign on the front and it was moving, like a preview of a show. I realized it was Make Room For Daddy only it had Marlo Thomas starring instead of her dad so I was mad that I wouldn’t get to see Danny (and now what my mom said made sense).

I talked to Iain about it a bit, then he saw a guy on the first floor that he knew. He called down to him but the guy didn’t hear him. I was gonna yell down but he finally heard and looked up. They were old friends. Then I’m outside walking around the building with the guy and had to hide from people and then make my way back inside to find Iain again. I found him and there was a woman talking to him (another old friend like the guy).

At some point, we go walking around the mall and Iain and I become an item (that escalated quickly). I was messing with his hair and he was saying he was gonna cut the back of it, holding it up and going after it blindly with scissors but we managed to talk him out of it. I wondered if the woman was jealous of our relationship but she didn’t seem to be. We even chatted alone at one point and she was nice.

Then he opened a blue door to a bathroom that had been locked. A bunch of punk (older teens, young 20s) went in with us. It was clean in there and they spread out, small groups in each stall, etc. We were gonna have a birthday party for some girl and Iain put up a flyer with her name all over it. I thought how he didn’t do that on my birthday (which apparently he overlooked). Something happened and there was an explosion in the stall, he ended up in the next one over and was knocked out. I was sitting on the floor with my back against the wall asking if he was okay and checking out the ripped jeans and punk outfit I know suddenly had on. I could see his legs (also in punk pants) in the stall but had no idea if he was okay. I got up and walked around and then I woke up.

I fell back to sleep later and was in the same dream but never found Iain again. I did manage to turn into Johnny Depp and played an electric guitar so well that a guy said I could sign my name on the booth in the middle of the mall where the sound system was set up. I was the last person allowed to ever sign it, so said the guy. And JD was gonna go on to be a famous musician cos of that song, lol!

#iain glen #danny thomas #dreams

[eurosong]

Undo my ESC - semi-final 2

Hey there, folks. Last week, I published the first part of “Undo my ESC”, a look at semi-final 1 where I took the entrants and made óne change, either minor or drastic, to make the competition better in my eyes. I didn’t need to take out my time-travelling tippex too much for the generally stellar first semi-final, but semi-final 2 is a different kettle of fish altogether. There are a few songs I don’t want to change at all but must, but a lot of songs could do with changing. As always, this is just mý take on things and written light-heartedly. (Some people always unfollow the few times I publish entries relating to my opinion - to those folks, I say, skip the read.)

Norway – We could scarcely get off to a worse start for my tastes, as this unwelcome return is a composite of so many elements that make me cringe – the music, which sounds like a jingle for a new version of Supermarket Sweep; the painfully ironic title “That’s how you write a song”; the lyrics which are nigh beyond parody for their triteness; the cheesier-than-feta visuals and choreögraphy. Nothing really lit up my world in this year’s MGP, but I would have preferred the runner-up, the new Wallmann song or even (for the sake of a guaranteed belly laugh in the final) Scandilove over this abomination.

Romania – From a song being hotly tipped to one, in the death spot, which many people assume will lead to the end of Romania’s qualification streak. Personally, I increasingly enjoy this unloved song quite a lot. It has a personal poignancy and resonance with me, reminding me of conversations with friends lost to suicide or prolonged self-destruction, trying to reach out and help them see the beautiful things in this world. There’s not much I’d change – but since Voltaj were able to do well with a bilingual version, inserting some Romanian would be my little alteration.

Serbia – I was so excited to see the return of Beovizija, and it didn’t disappoint, with a very varied show including wild dances, poignant ballads and the funkiest jazz-rap I’ve heard since Digable Planets, and áll in Serbian. As is often my jinx, most of my support went to the eventual runner up, Pesma za tebe, a gorgeous bit of Balkan blues which I prefer a lot more than the Zajdi zajdi ripoff colliding with a dance mix that ended up besting it. I would send the flawless Saška Janks instead.

San Marino – Trust San Marino to veer into the world of national finals for a bit of credibility, only to make the selection process as risible as possible. I see some value in Who we are, because the combination of its rip-off of Heroes’ chorus, the robots, the dramatic with a capital D hand gestures and the rap make me laugh hysterically. But there were far better songs – Out of the twilight being very reasonably the fans’ favourite, but a bit by the numbers for me. I actually would give the nod to IROL. People say that San Marino doesn’t have enough performers to be competitive but 8 Sammarinese artists signed up to 1in360 and they eliminated all but him. Rap turns off a lot of Eurofans almost automatically, but it would have been heart-warming for a local artist to win such a mercenary NF system.

Denmark – I suppose, if for nothing else, Denmark deserve some props for consistency. How can a country that brought us such mould-busting entries as Disco-Tango, Fra Mols til Skagen and Dansevise be so consistently bland for several years? I don’t dislike Higher Ground, but it feels like an empty attempt to create a tune for a soundtrack for a hokey straight-to-video movie. I’d improve it by translating it into Old Norse.

Russia – On the one hand, I’m glad Russia stuck to their promise to Julia to bring her back for 2018. On the other hand, I disliked Flame is burning, and hate I won’t break even more (except for the hilarious “becoming a mountain” scene at the end of the music video) and so, if I had the liberty, would go back to 2017 and avoid the provocative gambit that led to her having been selected. If not, I would simply give her a song to sing in Russian as she seems rather more confident with her mother tongue.

Moldova – My word, talk about picking one of the worst songs out of a generally terrible selection. Moldova’s song this year is an infernal throwback to the darkest days of the contest. Its dirty trumpet riff pulsates like a bad headache as the most awkward ménage-à-trois partners this side of the Volga plough their way through some bizarre lyrics. I don’t want to subject myself to listening to the Melodie pentru Europa finalists again, but I’m sure I remember there being something better…

Netherlands – It says something about both this year and the artistry of Waylon that even one of my lesser favoured tracks amongst those he presented for consideration is amongst my top anyway. I’ve come to love Outlaw in ‘em as one of the few upbeat tracks that make me want to dance rather than make me deeply irritated, and I love the lyrical message of everyone finding the strength to be their own person and stand up for themselves. However, I lóve the melancholy and yet equally rousing Thanks but no thanks even more and would have picked it for ESC.

Australia – Four years after their supposedly one-off participation in the contest, and a year after they were sent into the final by the juries despite rightfully getting slated by the public vote, Australia are still here, somehow. There was word of them organising a national final, which could indeed have been an interesting show. Instead, they’ve gone with something so bland that it is nigh offensive, crowned by lyrics that are merely a string of platitudes. When Australia have such a rich musical scene, it’s a crying shame to send something so generic.

Georgia – I’m delighted that Georgia is sending its first song fully in their language, thus overshadowing the couple of lines in Georgian at the start of the hideous I’m a joker several years ago. It’s very authentic and showcases both beautiful vocals and great musicianship. My one worry is that it may seem a bit one-note to some people and fail to qualify – I might try to make a bit more contrast between the verses and chorus.

Poland – A cut-price Alexander Wallman with his cringey uncle behind him throwing shapes whilst pretending to mix, to the musical backdrop that sounds like a knockout coke advert jingle. Not really a recipe for success in my eyes, but somehow this won the Polish national contest. This is background music at best, like much of the songs in Krajowe Eliminacje this year. The only one that didn’t just bleed into those surrounding it for me was Ifi Ude’s Love is stronger; not typically my cup of tea, but a very striking composition and, in my eyes, the most likely of the entire selection to stand out.

Malta – Whilst Denmark provide a heady dose of beigeness from the north, Malta compete with them in the generic national selections stakes from the south. And how can a country where English is spoken natively alongside Maltese consistently come to the contest with criminally, almost laughably bad lyrics, like that of the winner, Taboo? I’d pick Song for dad over it – at least its lyrics were simple but earnest.

Hungary – I’ve come to really enjoy Viszlát nyár, the raw and emotional lyrics and performance and the big personalities of the lads in AWS, especially Aron and Soma trolling Wiwibloggs a few days ago! I do think there were potentially better picks, though – notably Azt mondtad and, for something also on the heavier side, Nem szól harang.

Latvia – This is a hard one. I really do love the sultry yet pensive Funny Girl and can see why Latvia were wowed by Laura’s convincing performance. It is one of my favourites this year – but I must admit to loving Madara’s Esamība even more for its delightfully ethereal feeling that never fails to send shivers down my spine.

Sweden – It’s long become a tradition for me to see a song or songs in Melodifestivalen that I wóúld have considered in my top 10 had it won, but instead it loses to something completely odious for me. Even in this pretty poor year, there were a few songs I think were a lot more interesting, like Dotter’s “Cry”, the woefully undervalued veteran Kikki’s “Osby Tennessee”, but I think my change would be for the runner up to take the winner’s place. Felix Sandman’s poignant Every single day has outperformed the ungodly Bieber-Timberlake hybrid that spawned Dance you off in the Swedish music charts, and I truly do thing it was a case of the better song being bested by the flashier show.

Montenegro – Inje was by far the best of Crna Gora’s short but sweet national selection, and I am over the moon that the country is returning to what has best served it at Eurovision and bringing back the Balkan ballad style that recent years have been sadly bereft of. There is really little I would change, but I’d want to ensure an eye-catching presentation that brings the story of the song to life as well as the music video did.

Slovenia – My initial reaction to Slovenia’s song was “hvala ne” (no thanks.) I found it really obnoxious on first (and second, third, etc) listen – I am really no fan of songs that have no real chorus. Over time, I’ve come to enjoy it as something rather different to the field, but I still would send the stirring V nebo instead.

Ukraine – I know Mélovin has many fans, but his song does little for me. It’s a low-key attempt at an anthemic song that doesn’t really get off the ground for me. That is not helped by the fact that you can (and we have!) asked a few dozen people to listen to it and because of his alien pronunciation, get a few dozen different “interpretations” of the original Mélovinese lyrics. The funky, soulful, playful, melancholy and yet still upbeat Lelja getting pipped to the selection was one of the biggest robberies of the entire year for me!

And the automatic qualifiers in this round:

France – I really do like “Mercy”. Great storytelling, musically very well produced and “Madame” has a lovely voice. The quality of France’s return to national finals, though, was such that it was not my favourite. I think the even more French flavoured efforts that were the heartbreaking, spellbinding, classic Tu me manques and Lisboa, Jerusalem were even better picks. I also loved the almost psychedelic feel of Ciao. Keep this standard up next year, mes amis !

Germany – Well done to Germany for jettisoning the absolutely torturous national final procedure they had last year, where they eliminated two people off the basis off completely unrelated covers and then we heard the same two songs performed over and over again for the rest of the night by 3 people. However, there was not a great leap in terms of quality to match. I preferred “You and I”, but Michael Schulte’s was probably the best song on the night. I fear could be easily forgettable amongst 25 other songs. My change would be to try to make the choruses a little more dynamic.

Italy – Italy hardly ever put a foot out of step at this contest, and that’s in part thanks to the grand tradition that is San Remo, which has even more prestige than ESC itself in the country. There were dozens of great songs in San Remo, but Non mi avete fatto niente, an effecting song with a very strong message, was one of the best for me. My only worry is that the frenetic, breathless pace seems to alienate some listeners – if I had to make a change (as is the premise with this conceit), I may cut one or two repetitions of the chorus and slow down the thunderous, impactful but perhaps sometimes alienating delivery of words just a tad. So those were my thoughts on how I’d change this year’s ESC if I had to make one change. I’m intrigued at what other folks would come up with in this scenario, too!

#eurovision #esc 2018 #opinion #eurovision song contest #tayanna #madara

[thatginchygal]

11 Questions Meme

I’m trying to work my way through memes I’ve been tagged in!  The lovely @ta-dala tagged me in this one and really made me think!  

1.    What is the “craziest” thing you’ve done for the love of something?

Hm.  I can’t really think of anything too crazy.  Writing a bunch (a bunch) of smutty fanfic about fictional characters that I love?  That might not count. It’s not too crazy.  Hahahaa  I guess probably going to Star Wars Celebration VI in Orlando. I hadn’t done anything for myself in a really long time before that trip.  I went and met a bunch of my online friends, friends who have become some of my dearest friends online and off.  What a fun time that was.

2.    What is your ultimate bucket-list travel destination?

I don’t really have one. I am so not a traveler.  I’d like to go back to San Francisco one day.  I’d like to take my daughter to a beach.  Stinson Beach was nice. Maybe I’ll take her there one day. 

3.    Cats or dogs?

Cats

4. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?  

I guess right here, in my bed.  Lucky me!!  ;)

5. Write me a piece of advise that you’d go back and give to your younger self.  

I would tell my younger self to start my retirement account right away and not wait until I was almost 30.  

6. Share one sentence of something you’ve written and tell me why you like it.

Dr. Turner had been the most interesting revelation about Kentucky.

For Nano I was working on a Turnadette AU set in Kentucky (write what you know, right?!).  Nano is over and I clocked on 5k.  I’m going to continue to write it, however.  I like it because it’s a challenge to tell their story here in Kentucky, and to make Patrick believable as a native Kentuckian.  This story is also set in the 1930s so there is another challenge.  One that I hope I am up for…. Stay tuned!  ;)

7. Can you still love/be a fan of something/someone and be critical of a choice or decision? Why or why not?

I think so, definitely.  No one is perfect.  I suppose it depends on what you’re being critical about.  I’d need to know more of the situation.  But nothing and no one should ever be followed blindly.  

8. Rogue One. Dead or alive?  ;)  

Ka-blooooey!!!  *hides*   Seriously, though, everyone comes back to life in SW (except Mara) so I would not be surprised if Jyn and Cassian made it out somehow….

9. You can only eat one food the rest of your life. What is it?  

Cajun Chicken Pasta

10. Give me your Desert Island Discs list.

Eight tracks, a book and a luxury  Let’s see…  I feel like my answers are dumb because I only listen to ‘Top 40’ type music.  But I end up listening to these songs over and over again, so…

Stand Back, Stevie Nicks  (I could listen to this all day everyday)

Wild Heart, Stevie Nicks  (Beautiful song)

Amanda, Waylon Jennings  (I was named after this, so it would remind me of my Mom)

Maybe I’m Amazed, Paul McCartney & Wings [the live version]  (Beautiful song)

What is Life, George Harrison  (This song reminds me of my husband.  It was played at our wedding. And I love George. My favorite Beatle.)

Walking After Midnight, Patsy Cline  (I sang this to my daughter when she was up all night as a baby, so it would remind me of her)

My Favorite Girl, NKOTB  [sue me] (It would remind me of being a kid, and I also used to sing it to my daughter)

Every Breath I Take, Gene Pitney  (My Mom, Uncle and I sing this together in the car, so it would remind me of them). 

A book.  Hm. This is harder.  Maybe a survival guide since I’d probably die after two days without shelter.  If it’s a luxury island and I don’t have to worry about that sort of thing I might take one of the Year’s Best Sci-Fi book of short stories. That way I’d have a lot of short stories to read and mull over. 

A luxury item.  Sunblock. I need it to survive.   

11. What is your favorite curse word?  

I don’t curse often, not really.  I guess I use ‘damn’ most often, but that’s super boring.  

 I know I’m supposed to come up with a new set of 11 questions, but @ta-dala did so well with these questions that I’m challenging you all to answer them. Here they are, free of my answers:

 1. What is the “craziest” thing you’ve done for the love of something? 2. What is your ultimate bucket-list travel destination? 3. Cats or dogs? 4. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? 5. Write me a piece of advise that you’d go back and give to your younger self. 6. Share one sentence of something you’ve written and tell me why you like it. 7. Can you still love/be a fan of something/someone and be critical of a choice or decision? Why or why not? 8. Rogue One. Dead or alive?  ;)   (For non-SW fans:  Pen or pencil to write with?  -- see this is why I’m letting ta-dala ask the questions!  ;) )   9. You can only eat one food the rest of your life. What is it? 10. Give me your Desert Island Discs list. 11. What is your favorite curse word?

I will tag:  @hops-n-coffee-beans; @love-letters-x-cardigan-sweaters; @alice1nwond3rland; @sincerelygeertje; @my-little-yellowbird; @ta-dala (can I tag you to answer your own questions?!); @beatrix-franklin; @cooldoyouhaveaflag; @flyingnonny; @eatapinkwafer; and @anamarialujan

As always, if you don’t want to do the meme, no sweat!  Just tagging for fun!!  :D

#about me meme

[walriding]

If Lynn and Blake actually had a baby you bet your ass they'd ask Miles to babysit (only if Waylon/Lisa were unavailable of course) / mslangermann

     Miles would be both flattered and horrified to find himself on that list, honestly. Turns out once you’re actively trying not to say ‘fuck,’ you end up saying ‘fuck’ way more than usual, and he really doesn’t wanna be responsible for corrupting the lovely Langermann child like that. But let’s be real, if the kid’s first word is of the four-letter variety, chances are it’ll be Blake’s fault, anyway.

     He isn’t actually awful with kids, though. I wouldn’t leave a newborn baby with him (mostly because he’s clueless – what do you mean you’re supposed to support their delicate little noodle necks all the time?) but with toddler-aged kids and above he’s good with getting down on their level to play or talk, and treating them like ‘adults’/not speaking down on them. Granted, the kid would have to be okay with Miles being… y’know, Miles, the cool yet weird uncle who has good stories but is sort of Out There™ and also says ‘fuck’ a lot. 

#mslangermann #(ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ) ;;; ᴀsᴋs #(ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ) ;;; ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ #he's the type of babysitter who when you get back to the house #is sitting in the pillowfort with your child while eating kraft and watching cartoons #but he also probably made the kid cry once bc they asked what happened to his fingers #and he said 'i didn't listen to my mom and ran with scissors' #anyway i have Feelings about miles in any type of parental/childcare situation rip

[xtalmay]

Fucking around

This morning I woke up with the same headache I had when I fell asleep. Waylon was awake, so he got jade ready and took her to school. I fell back to sleep really fast. I woke up a couple times to him telling me that I needed to get Riley ready, but I didn't believe him because he was awake. He always does it when I'm still sleeping. So I fell back to sleep. I woke up to Waylon telling me it was 9:20 and I look over and he's in bed next to me. I didn't even know he had laid down.... Lol. Whoops. So I tell Riley to put his shoes on, I got up and got ready real quick and I took him to school. Late....but oh well. On the way to school, Riley is playing with silly putty. I told him he can't have that at school, but he can play with it till we get there. He said alright. I told him I'm sorry he's late to school. He said it's his fault..... Because he was fucking around. Lol. I rolled over that, even though he knows he shouldn't say that.... But I told him that it wasn't his fault. This time it was mom and dad that messed up. He said I was grounded for 2 weeks. No work, no tablet, no TV. Then he added no driving my car, (what am I, an unruly teenager?!) and no more driving him and sister to school, they will walk. Lol. I told him that's a bit crazy.. But okay, he is the boss, ya know.. We get to his school and he hands me silly putty. I told him, I don't want that. Then remembered, jk! Yes I do! Lol. As we're walking into the office, he said he would have been on time if he hadn't fucked around. I told him that is inappropriate language. You're not allowed to say that. He said ok. As we walk out of the office, we run into uncle Ryan and denelle. I take this opportunity to have Riley tell uncle Ryan why he's late. And Riley, the little shit that he is, told him because his mom was fucking around with his dad. Dammit Riley! That's not what you're supposed to say. I then had to explain, we slept in. But it was still hilarious. We continue walking to class, and I then I reminded him to be be good and stay on green today. No reds. And language like that will get him on red really fast. He said ok. And he walked to class! Yep.... That's my boy. So smart! I know it's full of language, but that was a proud mom moment. He used the words in the right context and everything. Boy, i love that kid. 😂

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Nephew Danny and Uncle Waylon au where, and hear me out.

Danny kinda shapeshifts to look more like Waylong. Like, claws, scales, tail, eyes, etc.

With the bullshit excuse that Phantom being a ghost can shift however he wants and because he is very linked to his human half some stuff starts showing up there as well.

(Needless to say, Danny and Waylon were very surprised to see Danny growing a tail one day in human form.)

Why is this important?

I don't know.

But imagine, imagine. Croc Danny causing havoc around Gotham with Waylon and doing crimes while serving zero time because they're sneaky like that.

Until they do eventually get caught by the Batfam but that'll happen eventually not right now.

Why is Danny in Gotham with his uncle?

Well, you see, I could wave off his circumstances with Jack and Maddie reveal not gone right buuuuuuut I'm gonna go the Nasty Burger explosion since that closes off most of the important people in Danny's life (Jack, Maddie, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Dani (since she wasn't created yet)) and allat.

With the exception of the GIW I suppose? But I think they kinda moved elsewhere when Phantom is kinda just like, gone at the same time a burger join suspiciously exploded!

Did Phantom have a hand in this and fled the town to remove suspicion!?

Where is Vlad in all this? Well, you see, since Danny does have a relative Vlad couldn't get Danny into his custody because even before everything was finalized and reviewed Danny just kinda skedaddled over to Gotham lmao.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Ultimate Enemy timeline divergence #Wherein Dan is still Danny but becomes a croc kid instead of a world destroyer #You could even say he could go by Dan because he doesn't want to associate much with his old life anymore while grieving or something

[anotherhalfplease]

With Waylon & Willie & the Boys… Or with Erica and crew!

If you’ve been following on my journey you would know that last year I ran my first Ragnar Relay last April in Austin and was immediately hooked. So much that I actually ended up applying to become an ambassador them and to my surprise I was accepted! Since then I continued on to run Ragnar in Las Vegas with a member from the Austin, and decided to captain my own team for the upcoming Texas race to be held in March 2017.

Now what is Ragnar Relay exactly? It’s a 200ish mile point to point relay with 12 of your craziest runner folk. One person starts and it’s a big game of leapfrog from there. Runner 1-6 are in one van and runner 7-12 or another. I personally am a van one person so I will always go out of my way to get in that van, with me being the captain there was no chance of me NOT getting into van one.

Fast forward months of training (hahahaha) and recruiting team members, shirts, logistics, rentals, and hotels, it was finally time for us to begin our journey down to Luckenbach…or Austin for simpler terms. My teammate consisted of a lot twitter folks, BibRave Pros from when I was in the program, my original Austin captain from last year and her two recruits, as well as local friends. We had a last minute runner drop due to sudden deployment and our replacement was a huge shock, it was Kevin, or Big Kev, who I ran with on the Austin team last year.

Last year, I was photobombed and this year I decided it must be a tradition. 2017 on the left, 2016 on the right.

  Team Line Up:

1-Toby

2-ME!

3-Big Kev

4-Emi

5-Emily

6-Jeremy

7-Dara

8-Tom

9-Jessica

10-Melinda

11-Melissa

12-Melody

Yes a lot of repetition with the names of some of the team members! Dara, Emi, and myself headed down to ATX Thursday afternoon after picking up the van from the airport. Yup… I drove that bad boy safely out of the parking garage. On the way down we stopped to pick up Big Kev and headed down to the Austin International Airport to pick up Emily, Jeremy, and Toby. We were all staying together in Austin Thursday night in a massive hotel suite (good job captain). We had a nice dinner, stopped at the store for last minute essentials, and hit they hay since we had to be on the road by 5:15 to make it Bastrop by 6:15 to be ready for our 7:15 start.

Prior to leaving Jessica and Melinda met us at our hotel and rode down to Bastrop with us to get started, and to get them and Dara to Melody since they were in a different van. We did the typical safety videos and got ready to start, but not before a group selfie. At this point we were all thankful for Big Kev since you don’t need a selfie stick when he’s around!

Photo Credit: Big Kev

7:15 and we were off! Time flew, probably because Toby is an amazingly strong runner and finish his first leg up right at 8am and I was off. I had been diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection that Monday and had literally spent a week leading up the race feeling sick, but there was no way I was not going to participate, so I gave it all to God and ran my legs the best way I could. I did pretty darn good if I may say so myself, and even coachy coach was proud of my times considering the circumstances. I finished my first leg feeling okayish, I was still struggling with breathing and did so after every run, but I was more bothered by the fact that the end of the exchange was at the top of a hill. Lame. But it was time to hand off to Big Kev for his leg.

Photo Credit: Uncle Toby

He would eventually hand off to Emi, who was participating in her first Ragnar and she did amazing!

Toby, or Uncle Toby as we call him now, went out at met Emi to finish her leg before she handed off to Emily. It show the spirit of Ragnar and how we really are better together.

Emi handed to Emily and she CRUSHED her first leg, and got pretty good pictures while waiting, check out her recap here. Emily to Jeremy, and he would cruise through his first leg to hand off to Dara to van one and we were done!

Photo Credit: Big Kev

At the first major exchange we did some light shopping, I regret not buying the finishers shirt but I was trying to be good and calm down on my shirt addiction. By the time I got ready to buy one at the end of the race, they were sold out. BUUUUTTT while there I did get to see Rob, who was on the team last year, who was there running with a different team at the last minute. It truly amazes me at how Ragnar truly connects strangers for life.

After that was done we went and grabbed lunch and waited forever for van two to finish up. Emily and Toby went exploring and found a really nice spot along the San Marcos River, Emi and I decided to go out an explore as well. They found a path to go all the way down the banks, we did not. But I did get cool pictures.

More waiting, a sweet picture that was all Emily’s idea, and more waiting and our van was finally up again. My leg was originally supposed to be 6.3, but due to county restrictions it had turned into a drop off leg in which my team had to drive me up the road to start across a small highway cutting it down to 3.9. Healthy Erica would’ve been upset about losing mileage, but sick Erica gave all glory to God and moved on.

We did a little switcharoo to save time and I handed off to Emi to take Bib Kev’s shorter leg, and he was to take her longer one. I will admit, it was cool to hand off to a new person!

Photo Credit: Big Kev ( I honestly don’t remember him taking all of these pictures)

Again, same story of following our runner, but this would take a turn for the kinda not so really, but frustrating worst. Jeremy is our anchor leg to hand off to Van 2 at the major exchanges. Someway, somehow, Van 2 was not at the major exchange and the next one down, to which Jeremy ended up having to run another leg right after his. He was kinda sorta not happy, but kinda happy…I think the Jury is still in debate about his feelings. But it just gave him an opportunity to get more “Kills”.

Photo Credit: Big Kev

Photo Credit: Big Kev

But it happened and it’s over and we’ve moved on from it. Now the waiting game began again. This time we at least had real bathrooms, an indoor space, and food available for a donation. Then we slept and waited… at about 5am Toby got the text that it was time for him to get ready. I walked out to wait with him so we could know when he started to plan properly, and because I’m a great team captain (LOL!) but it was our last set of legs and we were ready to be done!

Again, van 1 crushed it. We powered through at got it done. I will say that I’ve never been so proud of my van before, we all just really had each other’s back. Had fun together, and all the personalities clicked.

Photo Credit: Emily

I don’t think there was ever a point in which I was just “done” with my van and that’s rare for me since I’m not exactly a people person, ha!

Photo Credit: Emily

    Overall, we all (I hope) had a fantastic time and are itching to do another Ragnar Relay. Ragnar is just one of those “races” that truly tests your spirit as runner, and a person in general. Cheering in the middle of night for random strangers, collecting kills along the road, it’s all in the Ragnar spirit that you cannot get from any other race. Will I will continue to run half marathons, the Ragnar Relay will take priority.

    So next year maybe an ultra team? We shall see!

Let’s Go to Luckenbach, Texas! With Waylon & Willie & the Boys... Or with Erica and crew! If you’ve been following on my journey you would know that last year I ran my first Ragnar Relay last April in Austin and was immediately hooked.