#at first I wanted it to be the 'emotionally; biologically or legally ?' quote with only Junior; the Koopalings and the Koopa Kids

[heloflor]

King Bomb-omb: Just...how many children do you have?

Bowser, surrounded by/carrying Junior, the Koopalings, the Koopa Kids, his past self, Squirps, the Rabbids and Olivia:

#Super Mario #Bowser #King Koopa #King Bomb-omb #Incorrect quote #at first I wanted it to be the 'emotionally; biologically or legally ?' quote with only Junior; the Koopalings and the Koopa Kids #but then ended up adding more and more kids and it felt funnier with no response #the best part about this is that it's entirely possible I forgot a kid #Flor talks

[jessicas-pi]

okay nobody asked but I'm doing it anyway, more Medieval AU Incorrect Quotes

Rex: Ahsoka told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

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Ezra: What goes up but never comes down? Caleb: The amount of stress you're bringing this family.

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Barriss: Stressed. Korkie: Depressed. Merrin: Possessed. Chopper: Obsessed. Caleb: Well-dressed. Cal: Impressed. Ahsoka: Chicken breast. Everyone: ...What? Ahsoka: I just wanted to join in.

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Ahsoka: We have a problem. Rex: No, YOU have a problem. I have a princess who keeps making them.

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Barriss: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword. Ahsoka: That's why I carry two swords.

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Omega: I love you both, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Cal: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Omega: Yes! Merrin: I am starting to feel sorry for you.

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Sabine: I think I might be in love with someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it. Ursa: Just rip the bandage off. Sabine: It’s Ezra. Ursa: Put the bandage back on.

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Ahsoka: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Ahsoka: Doesn't work when your bodyguard catches you sneaking out your window tho :/

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Ketsu: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?

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Ahsoka: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Skira: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Adenn isn’t.

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Makheta: Rex is playing hard to get. Makheta: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Barriss: This is a mistake Ahsoka, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Barriss: But not today Ahsoka, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

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Cal: Goodnight moon. Cal: Goodnight tree. Cal: Goodnight ghosts only I can see.

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Korkie: Can you please be serious, for five minutes? Ai-kel: My record is four but I think I can do it.

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Caleb: So how was your day, kids? Ezra: We almost got surprise adopted! Caleb: What? Sabine: We almost got kidnapped. Caleb: Oh, okay. Caleb: WAIT WHAT?!

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Ahsoka: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints. Rex: What hints have you given them? Ahsoka: Well, I think about him a lot. Ahsoka: And sometimes I even think about talking to him.

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Merrin: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'I have not decided yet' is typically a good response.

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Plo Koon: How many children do you have? Shaak Ti: Biologically, emotionally, or legally? Plo Koon: Fair question.

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*At 3AM* Makheta: Why do we have different blood groups? Ahsoka: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.

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Caleb: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Zeb: You were flirting with Hera. Caleb: So what? She's my wife. Zeb: You asked her if she was single. Caleb: Zeb: And then you cried when she said she wasn't.

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Omega: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

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Ezra: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Hera: Wasn't Sabine with you? Sabine: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Rex: Nothing in life is free. Makheta: Love is free. Korkie: Knowledge is free. Ahsoka: Friendship is free. Ai-kel: Everything's free if you don't pay for it. Everyone: ... Rex: That's illegal- Ahsoka: No, let him finish!

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Ai-kel: When I first met you, I did not like you. Lux: I'm aware of that. Ai-kel: But then you and I had some time together. Lux: Uh-huh? Ai-kel: It did not get better.

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Ahsoka: Am I in trouble? Rex: Take a guess. Ahsoka: No? Rex: Take another guess.

#You Cannot Stop The Quotes #incorrect quotes #kanera #sabezra #man i should do some drawings of my ocs so you know what they look like #(ai kel and makheta are both togrutas btw) #star wars medieval au

[axl-ul]

Incorrect Quotes Some Characters Would Say

(because I have no idea what kind of a mini post I should create) (used this generator here)

Master Kogar: Here's some advice. Kid Ulfrika: I didn't ask for any. Master Kogar: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks and listens to me.

Ulfrika: Okay, help me please! Faust: Got two words for you. Ulfrika: I bet they won't be helpful. Faust: Your problem. Ulfrika: I was right.

Márgerdra: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them.

Ulfrika: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Another Master Embalmer: How many kids do you have? Master Kogar: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Ulfrika: What’s up guys? I’m back. Wukong: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Ulfrika: Death is a social construct. *2 days later* Wukong: What’s up guys? I’m back. Ulfrika: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Wukong: Death is a social construct. Just as you told me, bro.

Wukong: I was arrested for being too cool. Ulfrika: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Wukong: So are we flirting right now? Márgerdra: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Wukong: That doesn’t answer my question, blondie. (actually kinda happened during their first meeting, but Wukong was much more feral and a significantly bigger menace)

Márgerdra: I'm incredibly fast at math. Ulfrika: Alright, what's 30x17? Márgerdra: 47 Ulfrika: That's not even close. Márgerdra: But it was fast.

Master Kogar: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Ulfrika: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

Master Kogar and later his beloved disciple Ulfrika: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck.

Márgerdra: You think I really give a fuck? I can’t even write properly.

EVERY. SINGLE ONE OF THEM: My life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like.

#incorrect quotes #writeblr #writing community #writeblr community #writers of tumblr

[daydreaming-memories]

u ask questions u already know the answer to(yes)

yknow i'm gonna answer this by throwing quotes of allie and honeydrop incorrect quotes because i need to so bad think about this duo more

Honeydrop: Are you ready to commit?

Allie: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Honeydrop: We should be partners.

Allie: You mean like, partners in crime?

Honeydrop: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

Honeydrop, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Allie: walks in covered with ink Well, maybe that "squid" was being a dick.

Allie: Here's some advice

Honeydrop: I didn't ask for any

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

Allie: Don’t worry, I have a permit.

Honeydrop: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Honeydrop: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.

Allie: Oh, that was all real.

Honeydrop: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!

Allie: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.

Honeydrop: You can’t have a gun on stage!

Allie: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.

Honeydrop: Two bros!

Allie: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Honeydrop and Allie, in unison: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

Honeydrop: You’re not jealous, are you?

Allie: No!

Honeydrop: Good, ‘cause I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

Honeydrop: When surrendering, Allie is to hand the sword over HILT first

Allie: Answers phone. Hello?

Honeydrop: It's Honeydrop.

Allie: What did they do this time?

Honeydrop: No, it's me, Allie. It's actually me.

Allie: What did you do this time?

Honeydrop: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Allie: How can you still say that?

Honeydrop: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Allie: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Honeydrop: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

Honeydrop: How many children do you have?

Allie: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

Honeydrop: I should've left you on that street corner where you were standing.

Allie: But ya' didn't!

Allie, talking about Honeydrop: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

Allie: Stop doing that.

Honeydrop: Stop doing what?

Allie: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Allie: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby?

Allie: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us.

Allie: I also want to softhack his circuits.

Honeydrop: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

Allie, trying their first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY!

Honeydrop, an avid coffee drinker, on their twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

Allie: You know what I’ve realized?

Honeydrop: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Allie: Nice try, anyways-

Honeydrop, shakily: Please, just tell me what the book is about. The plot, please.

Allie, reading an annotation on the cover of a book, unfazed: A subversive masterpiece. A deep and touching story. New York Times Bestseller.

Allie, now looking directly at Honeydrop: Go fuck yourself.

Allie: I am 39 cheetos tall.

Honeydrop: Why... are you measuring your height in cheetos?

Allie: Because we're out of doritos.

Honeydrop: Are you this rude to everyone?!

Allie: Yup.

Allie: Don't think you're special.

While planning to break in somewhere

Allie: Hey, let's do "Get Help!"

Honeydrop: What?

Allie: "Get Help."

Honeydrop: No.

Allie: C'mon, you love it!

Honeydrop: I hate it.

Allie: It's great! It works every time!

Honeydrop: It's humiliating.

Allie: Do you have a better plan?

Honeydrop: No.

Allie: We're doing it!

Honeydrop: We are not doing "Get Help!"

A Minute Later

Allie, carrying Honeydrop: Get help! Please! They're dying! Help Them! throws Honeydrop at guards, knocking them out

Allie: Ahh, classic!

Honeydrop: gets up I still hate it. It's humiliating.

Allie, laughing: Not for me, it's not.

Allie: We have a problem.

Honeydrop: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Allie: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner.

Honeydrop: Allie, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck.

Allie: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not.

Honeydrop: Well, I mean yeah.

Allie: So come downstairs while they’re still hot.

Honeydrop: Wait, you just made them?

Allie: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets.

Honeydrop: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time Allie.

Honeydrop is speaking on the phone

Honeydrop: Yeah, I'm with Allie.

Allie: Im fucking dying-

Honeydrop: Yep, they're okay.

Allie: I have a knife in my chest!

Honeydrop: No, they can't talk right now. They're sleeping, sorry.

Allie: IM BLEEDING OUT-

Allie: Everything’s fine, Honeydrop.

Honeydrop: Allie, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- deep inhale ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

Honeydrop: I want a trip down memory lane.

Allie: proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in Honeydrop's lap

Allie: I heard you needed these?

Honeydrop: YES! ALL OF THEM!

Honeydrop: I fell—

Allie: From heaven?

Honeydrop: No, I literally fell—

Allie: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Honeydrop: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Allie: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest

[^ also fits the drawing i need to do, counterpart to let's get therapy image i did]

Honeydrop: I'm trash.

Allie: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Honeydrop:

Honeydrop: You smooth motherfucker.

Honeydrop: And yes it does.

Allie: Honeydrop and I are no longer friends.

Honeydrop: ALLIE THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

Honeydrop: PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT UPSEXY IS!

Allie: Could you rephrase the question, in like, two words maybe?

Allie, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Honeydrop: But how-

Allie, ignoring them: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

Allie: I learned a valuable lesson from this.

Honeydrop: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lesson you actually should’ve taken away…

Allie: DEATH ISN’T REAL AND I AM BASICALLY GOD!

Honeydrop: Why can’t we all just get along?

Allie: Because most of us are assholes, Honeydrop.

Allie: I got us matching friendship bracelets, and you say I don't care about our relationship.

Honeydrop: These are handcuffs.

Allie: Yeah, 'cause we're partners in crime!

Allie: So Honeydrop, how did your first time cooking dinner go?

Honeydrop: Pretty good if I do say so myself.

Allie: Oo! Okay, what are we having?

Honeydrop: Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato.

Allie: A whole potato?

Honeydrop: Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches!

Allie: These just look like big slabs of black.

Honeydrop: Because that's what they are!

Honeydrop: And then for desert, we have chocolate.

Allie: These are just chocolate chips?

Honeydrop: They sure are!

Honeydrop: And then for drinks, we have toast!

Honeydrop: lifts up a glass of blended toast Bon appetite!

Allie: Are we fighting or flirting?

Honeydrop: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Allie: Your point?

Honeydrop: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it.

Allie: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

Honeydrop: Hey, wanna help me commit arson?

Allie: What the hell!?

Honeydrop: Oh, sorry, my bad.

Honeydrop, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?

Allie, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

Honeydrop: Why are you burning our marriage certificate!?

Allie: Good luck trying to return me without a receipt.

Honeydrop: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Allie: Killed without hesitation

Allie: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Honeydrop: steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely

Allie: That one. I want that one.

Honeydrop: Allie, you’re offered 500,000 dollars, but, if you accept it, the person you hate the most in the world gets 1,000,000 dollars. Would you take it?

Allie: Of course! I mean, why wouldn’t I want 1,500,000 dollars?

Allie: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation?

Honeydrop: All the time.

Allie: Then you should be used to it by now.

Allie: Wow, they really hate us.

Honeydrop: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic.

Allie: But we’re not gay, Honeydrop.

Honeydrop:

Allie:

Honeydrop: We’re not?

honeydrop: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

allie: Stop romanticizing the past.

honeydrop: Accidentally hits allie in the face

honeydrop: Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'

honeydrop: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

allie: What’s wrong with you?!

honeydrop: This is such a bad idea.

allie: Then why are you coming along?

honeydrop: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong

honeydrop: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

allie: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

honeydrop and allie skipping stones on lake

honeydrop: It’s such a beautiful evening.

allie, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

honeydrop: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

allie: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

honeydrop: allie was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

allie: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

honeydrop: allie, you ate a chair

#daycosm 3 #allie and honeydrop are so chaotic #i love their dynamic

[commacable74]

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#funeral programs

[helpidkwhattoput]

OOC Incorrect Quotes time let's go

Under the cut because this is long and i had way too much fun

Jing: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Silver: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Jing: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Silver: That's why I carry two swords.

Jing: Silver...

Silver: Oh no, 'Silver' in b-flat.

Silver: You're disappointed.

Jing: What is your biggest weakness?

Silver: I can be uncooperative.

Jing: Okay, can you give me an example?

Silver: No.

Jing: So that’s my plan.

Silver: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Jing: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Silver: It fucking sucks.

Jing: That’s not constructive criticism.

Viola: Is something burning?

Lilia: Just my love for you.

Viola: Lilia, the toaster is on fire.

Jing: Violence isn't the answer.

Silver: You’re right.

Jing: *sighs in relief*

Silver: Violence is the question.

Jing: What?

Silver, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Jing, running after him: NO-

Jing: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Silver: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Jing: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Jing, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Silver, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Jing: Silver and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Silver: Sentences.

Jing: Don't interrupt me.

(My villain arc when-)

Jing: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Silver: I do have a sense of humor you know

Jing: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Silver: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Silver: Jing, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power!

Jing: Well of course I have.

Jing: Have you ever tried going mad without power?

Jing: It's boring.

Jing: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Silver: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Jing: Here's some advice

Silver: I didn't ask for any

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

Jing: Fuck.

Silver: We've got to work on your cursing.

Jing: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

Jing: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Silver: Three words.

Jing:

(and this's why Viola banned him from the kitchen when they're around)

Jing: Am I in trouble?

Silver: Take a guess.

Jing: No?

Silver: Take another guess.

Viola, talking to Lilia on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?

Lilia: You bet!

Viola: At what temperature?

Lilia: 535.

Viola: That's the clock.

Lilia:

Viola:

Lilia: 536.

Viola: So what’s for dinner?

Lilia, staring at the food he just burned: Regret.

Jing: I made tea.

Silver: I don’t want tea.

Jing: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Silver: Then why are you telling me?

Jing: It is a conversation starter.

Silver: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Jing: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

(Aka Vilia before Lilia got used to amount of kids Viola adopts)

Jing: How many kids do you have?

Viola: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Viola: You love me, right, Lilia?

Lilia: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Lilia, pointing: May I sit there?

Viola: That's my lap

Lilia: That doesn't answer my question, Viola.

Jing, pointing: May I sit there?

Silver: That's my lap

Jing: That doesn't answer my question, Silver.

(Decided to do this because of that one Lilia overblot art)

Lilia: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Viola:

Viola: Lilia, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Lilia: *Sips coffee from bowl*

(First meeting gone wrong maybe?)

Viola: Lilia, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power!

Lilia: Well of course I have.

Lilia: Have you ever tried going mad without power?

Lilia: It's boring.

Viola: *Accidentally hits Lilia in the face*

Viola: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Viola: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Lilia: What’s wrong with you?!

(Lilia back when he wants violence as a soldier)

Lilia: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Viola: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

Viola: Violence isn't the answer.

Lilia: You’re right.

Viola: *sighs in relief*

Lilia: Violence is the question.

Viola: What?

Lilia, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Viola, running after him: NO-

Viola, tending to Lilia's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Lilia: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Viola: This is such a bad idea.

Lilia: Then why are you coming along?

Viola: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

(When they look like they died)

Viola: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Lilia: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Viola:

Viola: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

(Enemies to lovers au maybe)

Viola: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Lilia: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Viola: Death is a social construct.

Lilia: So are we flirting right now?

Viola: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU

Lilia: That doesn’t answer my question

Viola: I’m going to take you out

Lilia: great, it’s a date!

Viola: I meant that as a threat.

Lilia: See you at five!

Lilia: *Gets down on one knee*

Viola: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Lilia: *Falls over*

Viola: The poison is kicking in.

Viola: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Lilia: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Viola: No! Four to five seconds!

Lilia: Too late!!!

Lilia: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Viola: What did you do now?

Lilia: A MISTAKE

Viola: Lilia and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Lilia: Sentences.

Viola: Don't interrupt me.

(I think I saw Lilia as this before but this is too perfect)

Viola: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Lilia, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Jing: *Stubs her toe* FUCK!

Silver: Mind your language!

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

Silver:

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

Lilia: Am I in trouble?

Viola: Take a guess.

Lilia: No?

Viola: Take another guess.

Viola: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Lilia: I think you mean cards.

Viola, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

Viola, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Lilia: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Viola, with the tone of someone who is used to Lilia: Outstanding.

Viola: This is what I’m talking about people

Lilia: I turned out perfectly fine!

Viola: Lilia, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Lilia: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

(Add on by me)

Viola: Honey did you forget that I can levitate things with my Magic

Lilia:

Viola:

Viola: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Lilia: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Viola, desperately, as Lilia bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Lilia: Oh! B positive.

Viola: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Lilia:

Viola: Lilia was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Lilia: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Viola: Lilia, you ate a chair.

Viola: Where are you going?

Lilia: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Viola: This is a mistake

Lilia, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Viola: But not today

Lilia, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Viola: Hey Lilia can I get a sip of your water?

Lilia: It's not water.

Viola: Vodka, I like your style!

Lilia: It's vinegar.

Viola: Wh-Wha-

Lilia: It's vinegar, COWARD.

Viola: Lilia...

Lilia: Oh no, 'Lilia' in b-flat.

Lilia: You're disappointed.

#incorrect quotes shenanigans #tw death mention #tw blood #tw stab mention #tw poisoning mention

[walkingshcdow-a]

A combination of the cross universe ships

Incorrect Quotes | Accepting!

Let's just get a baseline first...

Canon Finnegan, pointing: May I sit there? Canon Victor: That's my lap Canon Finnegan: That doesn't answer my question, Victor.

Okay, great! What's it like when Victor is Victoria?

Canon Finnegan: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Victoria: You and me!!! Canon Finnegan, tearing up: Okay.

That's so sweet! ... if you squint. How are Canon Victor and Michelle doing?

Canon Victor: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Michelle: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Canon Victor: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Hmm. I don't think she LOVES that. How are things with her hubby (RIP)

Michelle's Victor: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Michelle, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Michelle's Victor: Michelle's Victor: fsh

He seems funny. Too bad Clare killed him. How are things going with Michelle and the Victor she kidnapped to replace her dead husband?

Replacement Victor: Do you take constructive criticism? Michelle: I only take cash or credit.

Wellll... I don't know how that marriage is working out. Maybe we should check in on that other Finnegan who loves to kidnap Victors. Faennigan, how's it going with Canon Victor?

Faennigan: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Canon Victor: Canon Victor: Faennigan, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Faennigan: *Sips coffee from bowl*

Wow! What a very Fae thing to do! I feel like Canon Finnegan might come out and murder him with iron. Uh oh! Maybe he should try again on his own Victor?

Faennigan: I’m going to take you out "Darling Victor": great, it’s a date! Faennigan: I meant that as a threat. "Darling Victor": See you at five!

That went better than I expected. Hmm. How on earth would Canon Finnegan handle that ridiculous knight?

Canon Finnegan: How many kids do you have? "Darling Victor": Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

This sounds like a conversation I wanna step away from... fast. You know what? I'm curious how Michelle and Victoria would get along...

Michelle: Welcome, fellow idiots Victoria: Hello, Michelle Michelle: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Victoria: You underestimate me

Ah, yes, a Victor by any other name is still a winner, am I right? *ba dum tss* Anywho. We haven't poked at Dover Victor and his ex-husband.

Dover Victor: Violence isn't the answer. Dover Victor's Finnegan: You’re right. Dover Victor: *sighs in relief* Dover Victor's Finnegan: Violence is the question. Dover Victor: What? Dover Victor's Finnegan, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Dover Victor, running after him: NO-

You know, I genuinely believe that if this Finnegan took this attitude, there wouldn't be a Dover Victor at all. Canon Finnegan kind of adores Dover Victor, though, not gonna lie. What do you think they talk about?

Dover Victor: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Canon Finnegan: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Dover Victor: Absolutely not.

Funny. Canon Finnegan takes this stance with his Victor, too. It's probably why they're still married and they have three kids. The only ones who have more are Victoria and her Finnegan. How are they?

Victoria: I actually have a black belt. Victoria's Finnegan: In what, karate? Victoria: No, from Gucci.

Weirdly, our canon boys have had this conversation, too. I kinda wanna check in on them...

Time Travel Canon Finnegan: I can explain. Canon Victor: Can you? Time Travel Canon Finnegan: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

You know... some things never change. I didn't mean to check in on the twenty-something Finnegan who wandered into their universe, though. Woops. Actually, there's a set of youngins I wanna take a looksie at...

*"Childhood Sweetheart" Victor and "Childhood Sweetheart" Finnegan skipping stones on lake* "Childhood Sweetheart" Victor: It’s such a beautiful evening. "Childhood Sweetheart" Finnegan, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

I gotta say: I'm impressed. It seems they took Canon Victor's advice to try and do some bonding activities. You know who don't get to spend enough time together?

Space Emperor Finnegan: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. "Favorite" Victor: It’s not a joke. "Favorite" Victor: *sniffles* "Favorite" Victor: I’m a legit snack.

Yee-owch. Maybe if you spent less time collecting princes and princesses for your political harem, your Favorite wouldn't be crying. Maybe he would actually be glad to see you when you returned, Space Emperor Finnegan. Christ. Let's see if Canon Finnegan can offer some comforting words to his space hubby.

Canon Finnegan: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise Harem Victor: I beg to differ Canon Finnegan: Then Beg

Honestly, Finnegan, you're not helping the poor man. Maybe your Victor has some words of advice for the outer space version of you?

Canon Victor: Finnegan and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Space Emperor Finnegan: Sentences. Canon Victor: Don't interrupt me.

Yeah! Put him in his place! That man is made of hubris and- uh-oh! Who's that?

Canon Victor: This is a mistake Supervillain Finnegan, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Canon Victor: But not today Supervillain Finnegan, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Ugh. Fuck that guy. Let's get him back to his Victor-

Mob Wife Victor: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Supervillain Finnegan: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

You know... I believe him. YIKES. Good luck to that Victor. *whispering* You know... there's another Supervillain Finnegan who raises Victor from the dead. I'm a little scared but let's... take a peek.

Necromancer Finnegan: So what’s for dinner? Experiment Victor, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

I'm impressed he used the stove and used a two syllable word, actually. Maybe those two stand a chance. Who can say? Love is strange. You wanna hear about some STRANGE Victors and Finnegans? Let's look at how they're doing in Faerun!

Sorcerer Finnegan: I made tea. Paladin Victor: I don’t want tea. Sorcerer Finnegan: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea. Paladin Victor: Then why are you telling me? Sorcerer Finnegan: It is a conversation starter. Paladin Victor: That’s a lousy conversation starter. Sorcerer Finnegan: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Given Paladin Victor's recent bender, I'm surprised they are conversing. Then again, I wouldn't be shocked if they started fucking in the tap room of the tavern they're staying at. These two are a mess. Speaking of messes, since I'm controlling time and space, I kinda wanna take a gander at them during the affair. Just a nice blast from the past...

Affair Finnegan: So what do you do? Affair Victor: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers. Affair Finnegan: Wow, impressive. Affair Victor: Then I'll move on to Leos.

YIKES. I feel like this roleplay ended with a "Get out of my office" and only comes up again in ten years or so. Yikes, yikes, yikes! I'm going back to canon.

Canon Finnegan, pointing: May I sit there? Canon Victor: That's my lap Canon Finnegan: That doesn't answer my question, Victor.

Well, it looks like I got back to exactly where I started. @tinfoiltemplar, if you want to pick any of these up, you just let me know. That was fun!

#((AND YOU BETTER APPRECIATE THE EFFORT I PUT INTO THIS)) #((THESE ARE ALL FIRST TRIES EXCEPT IF I GOT REPEATS)) #((I love them)) #tinfoiltemplar #;;from the third richest familly in england | {finnegan} #.010 | fractured realities #;;crack threads & content | {finnegan} #r: the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts | {finnegan x victor trevor}

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Stood Up Part 2

Requested: hey, I was wondering you could write a stile stilinski fic where 5 years earlier he leaves the reader at the altar and comes back five years later and turns out they have a kid

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader        

Part 1

Third Person POV

Standing on (y/n)’s porch Stiles couldn’t help rock on his heels, his eyes meeting hers for the first time in five years. He hadn’t felt too bad for leaving her at the altar, in fact he hadn’t felt too bad until learning of his daughter. His fiancé giving him hell for the past three days. Stiles’ eyes shifted down to their intertwined hands. “How long has this been going on?” Stiles huffed before running his hand over his mouth, he had no right to be angry, but Scott had been his best friend for years and the betrayal Stiles felt was running through his veins. Scott rolled his eyes, his hand moving away from hers, she instantly felt the calmness in her disappear. 

“You don’t get to ask the questions Stiles.” Her voice wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t low either. She was going to stand her ground and if she cried, she knew Scott was there to calm her down. She moved aside, Scott following her before she nodded towards her kitchen causing Stiles to roll his eyes, his hands moving out of his pockets as he made his way towards the couch. He sat in the middle of the three-seater couch as her and Scott sat in the loveseat couch, their arms touching but neither of them making an effort to move away from each other. Stiles looked at the coffee table, photos of his daughter surrounding it, he quickly took a picture frame into his hands, his eyes focusing on his daughter. “She looks just like you, I know.” Her voice was steady, for now. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” Stiles looked up from the picture to (y/n) who huffed out, her lips forming a sarcastic smile. 

“Why did you leave me?” She retreated, not bothering to answer any of his questions, he had no right to be asking questions about her, not after he left her. “Why did you just run, you could have talked to me, you could have told me you didn’t want to marry me, you could’ve been a man about it.” Scott’s hand moved to her back, his index finger rubbing small circles on her lower back, he was trying to keep her at bay. 

“I just felt like we were rushing into it.” He shrugged before his eyes looked to his lap before his hands connected with each other, his thumbs going in circles around each other, 

“Rushing into it?” She laughed, throwing her head back. “We dated for six fucking years Stiles. Six.” Her lips closed into a thin line. “If you didn’t want to rush into things you should have proposed, you shouldn’t have planned a whole wedding with me. You left me at the altar. Do you know how hard it was for me? I ended up at the hospital that night after passing out from crying and hyperventilating over you.” She hissed out of her mouth. “That’s when I found out about her. The first couple of months were hard for me, not only did I have to live with the pain that you caused but I had to live with a baby growing inside of me. If it wasn’t for Lydia, Malia and Scott I don’t think she would have been born.” Scott’s finger had stopped moving, the small remark making his heart stop. “I hate you so much. You didn’t even give me a god damn explanation, you just fucking left me, you’re a coward. How long have you known your ‘Fiancé’?” Her fingers making the air quotes. 

“Two years.” He answered honestly, gulping before looking at her. He hadn’t really paid attention to her until now, her face was a lot thinner than the last time he saw her. 

“Yet you’re not rushing that, are you?” She huffed turning to Scott who gave her a small smile, he was proud of her, she could be a hot head but she was doing good so far. 

“I was twenty, I had only ever been with you. I wanted to explore alright, I wanted to live my life before being tied down to the first girlfriend I ever had.” It was a big blow to (y/n), sure it had been five years and she was over Stiles but hearing that only made her heart break once more. Stiles noticed, sighing before rolling his hands into fists. “I only realized that the day of, I loved you, I did, I just couldn’t let myself be with you for the rest of my life, not without knowing what else was out there.” 

“Fuck you.” (Y/N) spat causing Scott’s hand to rest on her knee. “I had only been with you my entire life and I was prepared to live the rest of my life with you. I loved you Stiles, I would have done everything for you.” Tears built in her eyes, she promised herself she wasn’t going to cry but it was hard when her heart was breaking all over again. “Fuck you, you weren’t ready to be tied down to me, the girl you’ve had known for most of your life but you’re ready now that you’ve only known the girl for two years.” She shook her head.

“Look, I love her alright, she changed me for the better. Just because I wasn’t ready to be with you doesn’t mean I'm not ready to be with her for the rest of my life. She’s carrying my child, she’s my future.” His hand messed with his chin. 

“Yeah and (y/n) was carrying your child too but where were you then?” Scott’s voice rose, shocking both (y/n) and Stiles. Turns out, he wasn’t done letting his anger out. Stiles looked at his former best friend, eyebrows scrunching together. “You fucked up Stiles.” Scott’s eyes looked at (y/n), her eyes looking at her lap as she tried her best not to cry. 

“I used to think I couldn’t live my life without you Stiles, and for the first couple months I believed I couldn’t. You left me, alone and pregnant, but I guess I should thank you for Lilly, because without her, my life would mean nothing.” Her voice was low, too low for Scott’s liking.

“I want to meet her.” Stiles whispered. 

“No.” (Y/N) whispered back, her nails digging into the palm of her hands, she’d been trying to stay calm but her anger was wearing thin. 

“She’s my daughter, I have rights.” Stiles looked at (y/n), he didn’t know how he once loved her so damn much, she was stubborn as hell and he was blinded by love to see how toxic she was for him, at least, that’s what he thought. 

“You have no right. Your name isn’t on the birth certificate, you’re not her father, not legally, and not emotionally. You’re not meeting MY daughter.” Her voice rose when she claimed her daughter. 

“But I am biologically, aren’t I?” He asked, leaning forward, his forearms on his thighs. 

“Fuck you, you haven’t been her father for five years, you’re not about to start either.” (Y/N) stood up, turning her back on Stiles and Scott. “I need you to go, I don’t ever want to see you again, leave Beacon Hills again, for all I care. Me and Lilly were fine without you and we will continue to be fine without you.” Stiles stood up, his feet moving quickly to move towards her, his chest too close to her back. 

“You kept her from me, even had my dad hide her from me, you don’t think I'm actually going to let you keep her from me now, do you?” His voice was a whisper that traveled through her right ear, Scott standing almost immediately when he saw (y/n) push Stiles away from her. 

“She’s my fucking daughter. I gave birth to her, I raised her, I did everything for her without your fucking help, you don’t get to come back and think I'm going to worship the floor you walk on.” Her voice was high, Scott’s arm holding her back by the waist. “I gave you everything I had.” She sobbed, her body leaning against Scott’s. “And you fucking left me on the day that was supposed to be the best day of my life. You didn’t even bother to call and say sorry.” She sobbed once more, Scott’s eyes closing as he sighed, this is what she needed, she needed to get all her feelings out but it was getting hard for him to see her so torn once more. “You didn’t even say goodbye.” Her voice cracked causing Scott to turn her around, shoving her face against his chest as she clung to his shirt. Scott’s eyes met Stiles’, sadness filled Scott’s eyes as Stiles held nothing, no emotion. 

“I think you should go.” Scott spoke, his voice was low, scared that the crying girl in his arms was going to break even further. 

“This doesn’t concern you.” Stiles spoke, his arms crossing over his chest. “In fact, I remember you being the one to tell me to back out, you encouraged me to walk away from her so many times, now I see why, you’re in love with her.” Stiles’ jaw clenched, he didn’t love (y/n), not anymore but the fact that his best friend had been in love with her the entire time he had been with her angered him somehow. 

“Of course, I am, I'd be a dumbass not to be in love with her.” Scott admitted. “Go Stiles, don’t come back.” A jingle of keys made their eyes snap to the door, Lydia’s voice traveling into the home as she opened the house, her hand connected with the small girl everyone had just been talking about. 

“So, remember, look both ways, always.” Lydia spoke closing the door behind her, she hadn’t seen the three bodies standing in the living room. 

“Oh, fuck.” Stiles whispered out as his eyes connected to Lilly, she hadn’t seen him, all she saw was her mother and Scott. 

“Uncle Scott!” She yelled before running to Scott, her arms wrapping around him before she looked at her mother, tears running down her face as her face paled. Stiles watching as Lilly pouted, the same pout he used to do. He was mesmerized. “Mommy, why are you crying?” Her voice was sad, tears already forming in her own eyes, she hated to see her mother upset. Stiles gulped, moving to the side to see her face just a bit more, bumping into the coffee table before dropping some picture frames on the floor catching Lilly’s attention. Her eyes met his, their identical brown eyes meeting for the first time. “Who are you?” Her voice spoke as her hands went up to catch Scott’s and her mothers.

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The Finale!

I have begun posting this to FictionPress. (It’s not caught up with all my postings here, yet)

Find the earlier bits here on my tumblr.

Part X - At the Apiary

Since last we saw Conrad and Ada, several important plot points in our film have happened. [Because this is a film—does anyone remember that at this point?]

Following their time together at Conrad’s Toronto townhouse, both he and Ada, as a result of their own independent soul-searching, have separately filed for full custody of their clinic-made child, in whom the extended adoptive family has no interest (other than the considerable inheritance due the child from the estate of the deceased adoptive mother—which those same people are trying to get back through any legal means possible).

In the interim, Ada runs into a specific (and seemingly rare) ailment among her flock of heritage sheep. The local vet runs out of solutions, and cannot assist her. It is her mum who eventually cracks it, having been reading through one of Conrad’s earlier books about agriculture and its place in folklore, and recalling having found within it a centuries-old cure, which, to Ada’s shock, soon puts her flock on the mend. Yet another distressing tick in the “pro” column for Conrad Bierkut.

Shortly thereafter, the court makes its final ruling on the current custody and eventual adoption of Conrad and Ada’s biological child. The infant’s name has been kept out of the papers (shockingly), but it is Leta.

The court, having considered the options, and being influenced heavily by the number of statements on record Ada has made about the child not being hers (made when she was trying to outline her original decision to become an egg donor), and an old-fashioned prejudice against what they saw as a woman not (originally) wanting her child--rather than a man not originally wanting his child--has ruled in full favor of Conrad’s petition. (Conrad is also seen to be financially and emotionally more stable than Ada, no matter that this may not be, in practice, true.) He is awarded sole physical custody and a clear path toward future adoption.

Ada is heartbroken at the loss, and feeling more than a little aggrieved with Conrad for battling her for custody.

To viewers, it looks for all intents and purposes like the Babymakers’ story together is over.

And then, Ada’s father dies (not entirely unexpectedly, he has been vaguely ailing throughout the film).

It is the day of his funeral, which was held early in the day, and the mourners have gathered at the farmhouse for a meal. Ada, exhausted, and, of course, sad, decides to step away for a short walk, to clear her head and regain her composure before returning to the wake.

*Mind you, this is not a Terribly Depressing wake. (This is a Romantic Comedy!) People are sad and no one’s dancing, but her father lived a good life, was loved and valued by his family, and they’re all handling it well within reasonable and functional mental health parameters.

Ada is passing nearby the apiary when she catches a glimpse of someone out walking among the hives. She thinks she hears them speaking, but no one else is about.

Startled, she recognizes it as Conrad. Though they had been in occasional contact through the court’s decision process, during which she and Conrad were each afforded visitation with baby Leta, any communication between them broke down seemingly irrevocably with the announcement of Conrad being awarded full custody.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, her tone not one of anger (though she feels she would have a right to be so), but of curious surprise.

Conrad seems surprised, himself, though not startled. Clearly, he expected to have been found out at some point.

“I was just…telling the bees.”

“Telling. The bees?” Ada looked at Conrad Bierkut. He wasn’t even dressed like a man attending a wake. In fact, he looked uncharacteristically scruffy, like he hadn’t been getting good rest, or quite enough sunshine. He looked more than a little like the physical embodiment of his office room, if a man could show up looking cluttered and dusty, and somewhat forgotten. He didn’t look like the victor in a court battle. He didn’t look like the slickly perfect top-requested sperm donor in the city—in the province.

But he did look comfortable, and, she was surprised to note, familiar. She closed her mouth before she instinctively told him she was glad to see him.

“Yeah, it’s uh—you gotta tell the bees. When something like this happens. It’s all over European agrarian folklore. In the Pyrenees—“

She stared. What was he on about?

“Whittier,” he seemed to feel he’d hit on something, sealing the poet’s name with a finger snap. “in Home Ballads;” he said, as though she ought to know it.

And then he was quoting poetry, his hand to his head as though it helped in the recitation; “’Went, drearily singing, the chore-girl small,/Draping each hive with a shred of black./Trembling, I listened; the summer sun/Had the chill of snow;/For I knew she was telling the bees of one/Gone on the journey we all must go!’”

“You are telling the bees that my father has died?” Ada asked, dryly.

He seemed to think his mission supremely reasonable. “If you don’t, it’s said they’ll die themselves, or stop producing—and I thought maybe you all might have forgotten to tell them, and just to be safe, because I really enjoyed that jar of honey Gina gave me, and it would be a pity if—“ he was starting to fall a bit over his own words.

Ada stood still, not certain if she wanted him to go or stay; to stop speaking, or continue.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Conrad said. “I didn’t come here to upset you further. It’s just, I heard about your dad and—and I, my mother, well, my mother went on ahead of us awhile ago. You know that. And it’s…well, I miss her, every day. Every damn day. And you know, I was thinking it’s foolish, really, to, to keep someone that loves you at a distance.”

He wasn’t, Ada thought to herself, no, he absolutely wasn’t going to try and—not here, not now—not after everything--

“To let someone,” he rushed on, “like the courts, let’s say, decide who’s family and who’s not, and who we should love the most and who should love us. Leta’s already lost time she can never get back with your dad, her granddad. And if you love Leta, then, why would I agree to keep her from you? And we were thinking, you know, she and I, that it would be great to have you around for birthdays and first days of school and Christmas and graduations, and we were thinking we should just ask if you would consider, to, like, co-parent, or whatever they’re calling it, with me, and come over a few times a week for dinner with us…”

She felt her heart lurch when he finally got to saying it. But instead of waiting for her answer, he went on. His delivery got a little less rushed, as he continued.

“But then we said, ‘well, that seems a little inefficient, after all. If Ada’s gonna to come to dinner and be at all these occasions, well, why not have her around all the time? Love calls to love after all, doesn’t it? And the miles alone that you’d put on your car, well, we felt like you’d prefer not to do quite so much driving. Carbon footprint, whatnot. Then, why not invite Ada to be part of us forever?’”

She did not register that her mouth had fallen open. The offer of being added to Leta’s life was more than, at this point, she would have ever expected. ‘Love calls to love,’ he had said. And her heart felt that, like an unexpected rock formation deep in her core that he had only just now managed to name, to classify.

“That’s, what the two of you said?” she asked, slowly.

Conrad went on, as if to undercut his statement. “It was mostly my idea to ask you to marry me. Because I love you.” He did not pause for any response from her. “Because it kind of hurts a little not to be able to hold the thing you love, and cherish it, and depend on it being there tomorrow, and the next day.”

Ada nodded, and breathed in deeply through her nose to try and hold off tears from falling. “And because time goes too fast?”

Conrad shook his head to agree with her. “I should have spoken up weeks ago.”

She disagreed. “I wouldn’t have been able to give you the answer you wanted.”

“No?” his eyebrows twitched together, concern blooming there. “…And now?” It was his turn for a deep breath, as he waited for her answer.

“You shall have to speak to the bees again,” she shrugged. “If there’s to be a wedding.”

He put his hand out, in hopes of taking hers in it. The corner of his mouth cocked in a half-smile. “Maybe save that for tomorrow, don’t you think? Too much news at once, might be more than they can handle.”

She extended her hand toward his, realizing how seldom, if ever, they had in any way touched. She was not surprised, but she did notice as he accepted it from her, the lack of callus on his palm. Not like Garrett’s, or Roger’s, or even her father’s. It was something new, something to learn. She looked up to his face. That, she realized, would not be something she would need to learn or memorize. She was reminded quite strongly that it was this face she’d been seeing for some time now, during her days, and also during her nights. It was this face that had—she couldn’t have said when—started crashing all her best dreams. It was this face she realized she had started longing to run across unexpectedly. Those sideburns she had embarrassed herself by realizing how much she wanted to brush softly with her thumbs. “I’m in love with you,” she said, like a girl waking up and sleepily announcing it was morning.

“Ada, Ada,” he said, “Never change,” just before his mouth met hers.

Slowly cut away and flash to back porch of the farmhouse, where Roger is playing with what we realize is baby Leta on his knee, as Conrad has left her in Ada’s brother’s care (without Ada seeing) as he sought out the bees.

“I half hope he gets stung to the point of needing medical attention,” Roger tells the baby, whom he is obviously quite charmed by, “What do you say to that? No? You’d prefer not? Yeah. Guess I’ll have to learn to be okay with him. So long as you’re part of the bargain, yeah?”

Pull away shot from them on the back porch as Gina comes out to join them there, until we can also see Ada and Conrad over the distance, still kissing at the apiary, as well as the rest of the farm lay-out.

Credits roll. To the right of the names and disclaimers, a reel runs of the next bits of Ada and Conrad’s life: the engagement announcement, moments of caring for Leta, the wedding at the farm, Conrad packing up his townhouse to move out to the farm, Ada finishing her house there, her business continuing to flourish, Conrad teaching in classrooms at the university, and then later on holding seminars at the farm.

Conrad’s next book coming out on the same day as Ada’s farm launches an organic lifestyle website.

Success for everyone, the baby is gorgeous. The paparazzi have moved on to the next outrageous thing. Life is good for The Babymakers.

Final scene before credits end shows Ada back at the apiary, holding a stick in one hand, Leta’s hand in the other (she’s about 3). Conrad arrives, very excited by the stick in Ada’s hand, and it is clear they are telling the bees another baby—a naturally conceived one this time—is on the way.

This wild odyssey began on April 27th of 2017.

Please be sure to Look At @jammeke‘s beautiful end-of-story gifset. I could not do better.

#the babymakers #fake film meme #fake movie meme #romantic comedy #chris pine #stars as conrad #lucy griffiths #as Ada #things i have written that are not technically fanfiction #she loves queue yeah yeah yeah

[supergirlspurgatory]

An analysis of the Supergirl Season 3 Trailer

So I’ve watched this like 25 times already, and I’ve got some things to say.

Supergirl is my Superhero. I use to always say Batman, and now it’s Supergirl, I am all about Supergirl. All of my friends know it, all of my family knows it, whenever I start dating someone new, they find out pretty quick. I identify with Kara Danvers. When I was 12 my mom died and I lost my whole world (I still had my father and my brother, but my dad worked all the time and my brother abused me) I was alone. I was sad, I was angry, and I was broken. But, I also ended up being extremely fortunate, because I had a woman take me, she became a mother to me, adopted me emotionally you could say, had I been younger, she would have likely adopted me legally and she has her own biological children that became my siblings. Her daughter, my little sister is my best friend. I would do anything for her. I would tear my entire life apart so that hers would stay whole. I would die for her and I would kill for her. Which is the relationship that Kara and Alex have. If I were a superpowered alien like Kara Danvers, and I found out my sister’s life were in danger, I would have done exactly what she did. In fact, there was a time several years ago when I did save my sister’s life and nearly died doing it. We live on a farm/ranch, and our Papa was driving the tractor through the yard, I should mention here that my little sister is 16 years younger than me, She was 4 at the time and I was 20, we were walking across the yard, a whole group of us, my mom, my other siblings and some cousins, to go to Nana’s house. I was talking to my mom when she looked up and saw that my Papa couldn’t see my little sister and she if she didn’t move quickly, my grandpa didn’t notice her, or one of us intervened she was going to get run over. My mom locked up and couldn’t even say anything, before I could even process what was happening I was running faster than I’d ever run, and was pulling my sister into my arms, shielding her from the tractor and trying to get out of the way, I didn’t have an enough time and held her to my chest hoping that the impact would only hurt me and that I would be able to shield her. Fortunately, Papa had seen me running right for the tractor and knew something was wrong and stopped the tractor just as it gently hit my back. I could have died but I would do it again in a heart beat.

So I am the adopted/foster sister, who would do anything if it meant keeping her sister safe. I didn’t realize that was the reason I was so in love with Supergirl until about 4 months ago when I was talking to my best friend about it, and she reminded me about this. About how I love Supergirl because I identify with Supergirl. Well that, and that I am super-gay and Supergirl/Kara Danvers is basically everything I’ve been looking for in a girlfriend my entire life.

I want to talk about the new trailer, about how excited about it I am and give you a quick analysis of it.

“The decision I made, he couldn’t have made that sacrifice, but me, I couldn’t have lived with myself if I hadn’t”

I 125% believe that she is talking about Clark/Kal-El/Superman.

“I will always make the decision that I made. I am not a human, I tried to be, but I’m not.”

This is what makes me believe that she is talking about Clark. We talk about it all the time, it’s been mentioned on the show, in the comics, in more fanfics that I can quote, Clark Kent may be the last son of Krypton, but he is not a Kryptonian. Clark is a human, with superpowers. Clark’s tagline is ‘Truth, Justice, and the American way,’ Kara’s on the other hands is, “Hope, Help, and Compassion for all, this is canon from the ‘Adventures of Supergirl’ comics. Kara’s mission when she was sent to earth was to protect Kal-El, when she got to earth, Kal-El was already Superman, and did not need her protection. So she immediately understood that she needed a new mission, and that mission was to protect, but the Danvers raised her to hide her powers, to not let people know that she is a Kryptonian. The whole time though, she has known that she is not a human, that she is so much more. She has always know that she is a protector and that is what she was sent to earth to do. She knows Clark could not have made the sacrifice she made, which is love because Clark did not make that sacrifice. Clark, used his super-speed/flight, to travel through time and save Lois Lane the most popular time we know of is when he saved her from dying in the earthquake, I don’t feel like combing through the internet to reference every time he did this, but I know it’s happened more than once. Mentioning that, Supergirl, is at least as fast Barry Allen/The Flash, who has used his super-speed multiple times to change the past/future, so we know that Supergirl, is more than capable of going back in time so that she can change multiple things, the most logical being, stopping Lena Luthor from helping Rhea build the gateway that allows the Daxamite army to come onto earth. Or she could go back to when Queen Rhea’s ship first came to earth and just eliminate her there. There are countless scenarios that Supergirl could have traveled through time and changed. She didn’t though, she didn’t mess with the speedforce, she didn’t mess with the space time continuum, she didn’t change the past to change the future. Kara accepted the fate and did what she had to do to protect earth because, ‘Hope, Help, and Compassion for all’. Kara knows that is she changes the past, it would change everyone’s future and she knows that. If Clark had been in that situation, Kara knows that he would have changed the past to protect his love. As much as I hate Kara’s relationship with Mon-el, as much as I think it’s complete shit, as much as I know that he treats her terribly, I still know that the show is written in a way that indicated that Kara loves him regardless of how he mistreats her, and sending someone you love away is one of the most painful things to do, especially if you are blind to the qualities. Kara sacrificed her happiness and the life of the person she loves, to protect everyone on earth. She says that she will always make that decision because that is who she is. I would guess that probably has to do with the birthing matrix, a quality that she was designed with, a quality that written into her DNA, to serve, to protect, to sacrifice, to be SELFLESS, something that she cannot go against. Clark was not born by the Matrix, he was born naturally, so it’s not a quality that would have necessarily been ingrained into him, he would have the ability to be selfish. Being selfish in a human quality that Kara does NOT have.

“Kara Danvers was a mistake.”

I would be willing to bet money that Kara Zor-El, is saying that Kara Danvers was a mistake because even though the last 13 years, she has been going out of her way to come off as human, she has known the entire time that she is NOT. Kara Zor-El knows that Kara Danvers is fake. Danvers is a weak, soft, clumsy girl, who is pretending to not be that smart. Zor-El, is strong, she is sure, she is bold, she is brave, she has intelligence that shows Earth to be primitive, she is unbreakable. It is canon that Kara Zor-el is, strong, faster, and more intelligent than Superman, she is his superior in every way. The closest version of Kara that we have seen to who she really is was when she was affected by Red Kryptonite. Red Kryptonite does not make a Kryptonian bad, it shuts off their inhibitions, it makes them able to be who they want to be, it lets them act out on the thoughts that they have burying. I think we are going to see Kara Zor-El this season, I think we are going to see her be who she wants to be, not the version of herself that is expected of her as Kara Danvers. I think that we are going to get, sexy, confident Kara who is out for blood because she is sick of hiding who she is. Not killing, that is Superman’s rule, it is a rule that she has been following because it is associated with the house of El, and I think that with every other rule that Superman has set with the house of El, is about to go out the window and we are going to see the true ‘Last Kryptonian’ rise.

#Supergirl #Kara Danvers #Supergirl Season 3 #Sometimes I just have to write a discourse #Kara Zor-El #She was never a human #I may have ripped on a Superman just a hair #I identify with Supergirl #She will always be my hero #And maybe one day I'll have the opportunity to write her the way she deserves #Strike that #One day I will write Kara Zor-El the way she deserves #I do not agree with the Mon-el/Kara relationship #My quick analysis was not quick

[bluebubblewater]

Sorry for the long post. :)

This is a breakdown of a post I saw and this is my response to it, issue by issue.

“Okay, it’s time to rant. I am really starting to get fed up with this whole “Women’s rights” thing. What the heck is wrong with women these days?”

Women’s rights is not a “thing” it is a movement for equality between men and women of all ages, ethnicity, belief systems, sexuality, position in society, place of origin, and political beliefs. A movement that has existed for more than 100 years, promoting the rights of all humans beings based on the fact that we are ALL human and not some sub-category that is somehow worth less than another. It is a powerful movement that has enabled women to: vote, own property, choose a spouse, choose to have kids, divorce her spouse, drive, go to school, go to college, press charges against rapists and harassers (both of men and women), work in places of power, effect change, and so much more, the main thing is it has been from this movement that we as women can CHOOSE. What is wrong with women indeed, there are enough struggles we have to face without other women adding to them because of being uninformed.

“Let me get this straight, Trump was voted president, and this ruins your life how? What has he ever done to you?”

The fact that we now have President Trump in office for the next 4 years doesn’t “ruin” our lives but it does have the potential to make them harder and to jeopardize some of our human rights that he thinks we shouldn’t have. In my humble and fairly educated, and constantly evolving, opinion, no one should be able to place a law on what I want to do to MY body, ever. Especially not a bunch of rich, old, white, MEN. My body my choice, would I personally ever choose to have an abortion? Probably not, but I want that choice, because until it has at least a small chance of living outside of my body it is not  its own person and is simply part of my body.

“Sure, maybe he insulted women once, but you know what? IT’S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD! “

Our President Trump has insulted women more than just “once” and on more than a “few” occasions. Quite frankly he doesn't seem to see what is wrong with doing so, but thinks/says that it is all in good fun. Here’s a couple quotes that I was told when I was a kid and stuck with me “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all” and “If the person the joke involves isn’t laughing, it isn’t funny”. I don’t find insults to women or anyone really as funny, I find them rude and a good portrait of the person saying it.

“And frankly all women who take THAT much offence to a few insults deserves to be insulted”

“Deserves to be insulted”? Really so if I call some a “bigoted, fascist, egotistical, emotional infant, bitchy bastard of a SOB, mother f*cker” then they have no right to be upset because if they are then they deserve it. Right? Think about that for a bit.

“I am a woman but I don’t care that Trump is president, and Trump has three daughter and a wife, do you see them taking any offence? No!”

I am a woman too, and to be entirely honest I thought we were going to be screwed with whoever became president because none of them were fully a “good” choice. Fact check he has two daughters named Ivanka and Tiffany and has had three wives. And how do you know that they don’t take offense? People around me who don’t know me can’t tell when I take offense unless I either let it show or tell them. Just because they are supporting their father and husband in public does not mean they agree with him in private. Don’t make assumptions, they make you look like an ass.

“Besides, it’s not like Trump is taking away all of our rights, when did he ever say he was going to do that?”

He is cutting funding to Planned Parenthood, which is not just an organization that does abortion. It is an organization that provides information about: Abortion(what it entails and other options), birth control, contraceptives, the importance of body image, general health care that includes testing, screening, vaccines, and exams, etc., men’s sexual health, pregnancy, relationships, sex, sexuality, sexual orientation, gender, STDs and women’s health. All of this important information and services and President Trump is cutting the funding for it. He is trying to overturn the Supreme Court ruling in the Roe v. Wade case where it was decided that women’s right to privacy and therefore abortion is protected under the 14th amendment as long as the abortion happens before the “fetus is viable” meaning it can survive being born. It is a human right and I will fight to protect it. But you have a point he didn’t say he was going to take”away all of our rights” but it starts small and as the saying goes “give an inch they’ll take a mile”.

“So can you guys stop freaking out over EVERYTHING?”

We aren’t freaking out about anything. We are legally voicing our objection to the wrongs committed against us as human beings. We are legally voicing our objection to the proposed laws and ideals that infringe on our human rights.

“And stop with the women’s marches! What exactly do ya’ll think that’s going to do? Get Trump thrown out of office? Nope.”

The point of the women’s march was not about President Trump. It was about equality for everyone and the opportunity for people who support different issues within the realm of equality and human rights to come out and support each other under the banner of Women’s Rights. The march was about standing together and knowing that we are not alone. It was about supporting each other across the world as one people not as sub-people groups. Some people used it as a platform to tell/show the world that we will not allow anyone to oppress us again and to not even try it. Some people used to the platform to oppose President Trump, his beliefs, and plans. Some people used it as a platform to encourage people in countries across the world to fight for their freedom and equality. Some people used it as a platform for pro-choice. Some people used it as a platform for workplace equality and equal pay. It was NOT about Trump, me or you, it is about equality for everyone. Period.

“All it does is prove his point about women and annoy all of the other billion of people who disagree with you!”

I’m sorry how does 3.6-4.6 million people across the globe marching together for equal rights prove his point? Explain it to me. How do you hear about that many people across the world marching together unified in their stance of equality, and think something negative about that?

“(Oh, and btw after you guys did your little march thank you SO MUCH for leaving all of your signs strewn about the streets! I’m sure that there were many female sanitation workers that had to stay out late last night cleaning up after you geniuses ^_^)”

Yes because you know other marches and protests for other issues NEVER leave signs on the road. And yeah there were people who had to pick the stuff up just like they would if there was a parade and they got paid for it. As long as the men and women doing the same job get the same pay, I don’t see an issue.

“Oh, and to be honest, I have no idea what the hell you guys are even marching for!”

Well that has been quite obvious. Maybe look up what you bash before you bash it next time.

“Women’s right?”

Human Rights and Equality.

“God gave us breasts and a uterus so that we could stay home and raise a family while the men worked to provide for us.”

Well if that was the only reason we exist then why are there women and men who physically can’t have children? And don’t give me the “atoning for their sins” crap if that was how it works a whole lot less people could have kids. And news flash! Women have taken an active part in building societies and settlements since the beginning of time. I come from a home where my biological father physically and emotionally abused me, my mom, and my three siblings. He couldn’t keep a job and would quit whenever he felt like it, moving my entire family literally across the nation in his quest of finding a job he would keep. Six states, countless jobs and escalation of physical abuse happened before my mom finally filed for divorce. and he said to my 14yo sisters face that he didn’t want anything to do with us kids. He paid parts of child support for about 2-3 years before he dropped off the map to avoid paying for almost 8 years. He only began paying after he was found and taken to court. So forgive me if I think that “men=provider” and “women=supporter” is fucking bullshit. I was given breasts and a uterus so that I could have sex with the ability to have children if I so choose to. I was given a brain to use to its fullest. I want a career and I don’t really want kids of my own, that may change as I get older but then it will still be MY choice. I will be a provider for myself and anyone else who I decide to bring under my care.

“But now we have the right to vote, to work, run companies and even run for president!”

You say that women have the right to vote, work, run companies and run for public offices as if they were some kind of gifts that we were given. Women and men fought for those rights, human rights that should have been acknowledged in the first place.

“So what more do you want?”

I want to walk alone at night in the city and not have to worry about cat calls and rude gestures from the men I walk by possible evolving into sexual assault because they “think” I am encouraging them by ignoring them. I want the rape culture we have in our Great American Society to change so that we are teaching our boys and men that it is not ok to continue advancing when you have been ignored or told “no” or “go to hell” or “leave me alone”. Instead of teaching our girls to not dress “sexily” or “revealing”. I want my saying “no” to have more weight than me saying “I have a boyfriend” when turning someone down. I want equal pay for equal work. I want equality. Simple.

“Did you know that in Pakistan and certain places of the Soviet Union women are still used as slaves!”

I did know that actually and that is another issue that the women’s march addressed. We want to end inequality everywhere, that does not mean that we make things less equal here so that people don’t feel so bad about the inequality elsewhere. If anything we should continue to push for full equality here in the United States of America so that we can be an example of an equality to the world.

“And that around the world there are women being sold as prostitutes?”

Once again, yes I did know that and yes it is horrible and should be abolished throughout the world. So why do you try and use the women who have it worse off than us, women in America, to put us down, to try and make us submit to men like they are forced to? I will never submit my will to anyone, it is my own as is my body and mind. I will fight for mine and every woman and man’s right to choose what they do with their own body and mind.

“But “Oh no a big bad man told is we’re not allowed to murder our unborn children now we must rebel…”

What the? First why is a man trying to tell me what to do with my body? Second it isn’t alive until it can survive on its own outside of the women’s body, therefore I can’t murder it. If we were going to rebel this would be a small point on the vast canvas of grievances.

“Here’s some advice: Either get over it, or get out of this country.”

Um no, we are in America I can say and believe anything I want to because that is my right, a protected right, as a human being. How about you accept that your opinion is just that an opinion not a fact or law.

“And to be clear, no, I don’t think that Trump is going to be the greatest president there ever was,”

Well looky there we agree on something.

“and did he have to say those things about women? That’s debateable.”

Nope not debatable, no one “has to” say mean things to or about anyone ever. Period.

“But I have faith in him to lead our country right because while nobody is perfect, it’s clear that the good he can do for us outweighs his bad tenfold.”

You’re right no one is perfect and I hope with my whole heart that he will prove me wrong and does more good than bad for this country and the people living in it. I do not think that his “good” plans outweigh the negatives he has said and plans to do, but I don’t compare them as a balance but simply pros and cons.

“And that is all I have to say. And for all of you who disagree with this post feel free to hate me and insult me. I don’t care because I’m not going to take offence…. Thank you.”

I think I am also done. I am glad you won’t take offense to me disagreeing with you but please don’t feel as if I am hating on you or your post, I simply have a very different opinion than you do.

Also, offense is spelt with an -s-.... Maybe while you are checking your facts, check your spelling too.

#feminism #feminist #social equality #equalist #womensmarch

[blockheadbrands]

What’s in Your Stash? Christina Forbrich, Founder & CEO of Canncierge Consulting

Sharon Letts of High Times Reports:

An educated, finely honed, purposeful stash.

Christina Forbrich found her niche in the cannabis space after helping herself with the plant as a teenager. She dove deep into the science of the plant in college and came full-circle back to cannabis as remedy as an adult for myriad symptom relief.

Her consulting company, The Canncierge, is a play on words from a hotel’s concierge—someone who assists with whatever a guest needs. Not a far stretch from Forbrich’s business of customizing, what she calls, a “canna-plan” for each client.

“My work is personalized cannabis education, enabling folks to make informed consumption decisions,” she shared from her home in San Diego. “Each consultation begins with an interview,” she continued. “Then I synthesize their information to create a plan for integrating cannabis into their lifestyle.”

Clients are educated on plant compounds and applications, while providing references to legitimate research and resources aligned with their needs, with a focus on women and seniors.

“I have some male clients and have worked with entire families,” she added. “I don’t make too much of a differentiation between the medicinal aspects of the plant and recreational use. The main goal is to not have them overmedicate, get discouraged, and give-up for lack of information.”

Self-Medicating at 15

The forty year-old mother, wife, and entrepreneur grew up in Southern California. Her first time self-medicating with cannabis was at age 15, which is a surprisingly common admission for most adult patients who struggle with symptoms from the Autism Spectrum. This includes anxiety, depression, ADD or ADHD, and PTSD from any number of traumas.

“My first experience was out of curiosity,” she explained. “Very quickly – within a few months – I found cannabis to be an effective remedy for crippling social anxiety, stemming from a chaotic home life. As a bonus, it also treated excruciating menstrual cramps that left me physically and emotionally ill.”

Diagnosed as a young adult with Anxiety Disorder, with episodes of depression, Forbrich found that cannabis was a practical remedy for relief; including treating hip and back pain from years of injuries from playing soccer as goalkeeper, then irritated from childbirth.

In 1996 Forbrich turned 18 and was able to vote for California’s Proposition 215, making the state the first in the country to legalize cannabis as remedy.  At the same time, she was introduced to Dennis Peron, founder of the Cannabis Buyers Club in San Francisco – one of the first cooperative care programs in the country.

“When all my friends were drinking copiously, I was more interested in the herb,” she said. “I substituted the herb for Advil and it worked. I saved stems and made tinctures before it was a thing. In college I studied Sociology and Economics and became, what I call, a ‘citizen scientist” of the plant – informally studying, not only the botanic and biologic characteristics of cannabis, but experimenting for my own benefits and knowledge.”

In college, Forbrich said she would study high, take tests high, and then compare the results when not medicated. She said she always killed it on the exams when using cannabis, as it gave her focus.

Forbrich laughs at the memory of excursions to the library, with most of the literature she found on cannabis on microfiche only, pre-internet. 

Since California legalized for recreation in 2017, Forbrich said establishing her company in the same year was a given.

“Since college I’ve been the resident weed coach for my family and friends, which is the reason I began my consulting company – it was inevitable,” she surmised. “I literally professionalized my passion, and I’m beyond grateful to be in the space in this way.”

Courtesy of Christina Forbrich

A Canncierge’s Purposeful Stash

Forbrich’s stash is kept in a handmade bag by Lisamarie Gonzales of CannaCoutured Stashbag, hand stamped with a cannabis leaf. The container holding flower is made by Canlock, and she says the jar is designed to express air out, keeping the bud fresh. 

Spirit of The Herbs CBD Salve, made by Holly Hoops of Denver, is a go-to for skin issues, including her child’s eczema. She also uses it for aches and pains, plantar fasciitis, back pain, and more. 

Her vape cartridge is made by Select Oil, and is filled with White Rhino, which she says is a consistent formulation, but she also gravitates towards small batch mixes from Out Co.

Sublingual Strips are made by Craft 1861, and are infused with CBD. 

“I love the strips for freshening both my breath and my mood!” she laughed. “They come in a couple different dosages, so it makes it easy to personalize. They taste nice, work well and are discreet. My friend Eric Lujan is the maker – he’s a dogged advocate for cannabis reform, as well.”

Her go-to for menstrual cramps are cannabis vaginal suppositories in combination with a heating pad.

“I get extremely weepy and sensitive before my period, with Humane Society ads reducing me to bawling pretty quickly,” she shared. “Physically, on the day of my period, I feel nauseated, so this is when I’ll go for everything in my stash, and practice, what I’ve termed as, ‘Layer my Lifting,” combining products in a strategic way.”

She’ll use a 1:1 THC/CBD tincture, and dab a high THC concentrate to medicate for a longer duration of time. If it’s a workday, she’ll only do the 1:1. Using cannabis is proactive, and knowing what works via trials with successes and fails is the way most patients find their dose for what ails them.

“These are conditions I used to pop a pill to relieve without blinking,” she added. “I find that the combination of different modalities is essential to my cannabis consumption, and that thoughtful application of cannabis addresses my symptoms in a much more natural – and enjoyable – fashion.”

That said, after trial and error, Forbrich admits to keeping one pharmaceutical in her protocol.

“Cannabis replaced pain killers and has allowed me to reduce my dose of Zoloft substantially,” she shared. “I’ve been on more of it, on less of it, and completely off of it; and my doctor and I have found that my anxiety is very balanced on a dose of 100 milligrams – it works with my brain chemistry – along with the cannabis protocols.”

Forbrich said that the introduction to Cannabidiol into her regimen allowed her to skip every other day of taking the Zoloft, in effect, reducing her dose by 50 percent.

“I also use the plant to enhance my workouts, to focus, for socializing, and for creative work,” she added.

The tincture in the green bottle is homemade with MCT oil, made in a Magical Butter Machine with high quality trim and bud from Forbrich’s all-time favorite cultivar, Lemon Larry OG.

Another favorite found in many of the best stashes, is a pack of Raw papers and crutches, by Josh Kesselman, who is also one of the industry’s favorite characters. Raw papers are Vegan, made from minimally processed organic hemp fibers, with no dyes, chemicals or whiteners. 

As quoted in Inc. magazine, Kesselman says, “Everyone wants to smoke the best… It’s like how people don’t want to eat Wonder Bread anymore – they want to eat all-natural, ancient grains.”

Lastly, the little pink pin is a nod to her sisters in green, representing the Pink Haze Society; a cannabis club for intergenerational women in San Diego. 

“I still see cannabis legalization slowly moving toward every state,” she surmised. “The people want it. There are more and more people eschewing alcohol and drugs every day. I see the industry-side becoming less equitable with a serious diversity problem, not relating to the people. There’s been a lot of pain and set-backs, but I also see women, people of color, seniors and Veterans at the forefront of leadership – and this gives me hope for the future.”

TO READ MORE OF THIS ARTICLE ON HIGH TIMES, CLICK HERE.

https://hightimes.com/culture/whats-your-stash-christina-forbrich-founder-ceo-canncierge-consulting/