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theessaflett · 11 months

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Moss

Elisabeth Flett

Eyes blurred with tears, I thrashed through the weeds and foliage at the edges of the woods, too angry to care about the burn of nettle stings as I pushed forward, away from the village, away from Alex’s words and Alex’s eyes.

“I’m not like you. I’m not strong.”

I didn’t feel strong now, already covered in mud from my half-run across the field, the bottoms of my jeans stiff with muck. The branches of an oak scraped against my face as I stumbled along, not even knowing where I was going except from that it needed to be far away from where I’d just been. Alex’s kitchen, always faintly smelling of freshly baked bread, her art hung on the wall, her collection of Disney mugs sitting on the shelf. She’d built that shelf herself when she was fourteen, her father handing her the nails. The fact it still hadn’t fallen down said a number of things about her. Her durability. Her determination. Her ability to hold onto the things she created, no matter the cost.

Even if those things included a life built on a lie.

“I’m not strong.”

She hadn’t thought to mention that when we’d met outside the corner shop last August, when sunsets still smeared the sky late into the night and the world seemed softer around the edges. Hadn’t said it out loud as we lay on my sofa watching Halloween films instead of going out with her friends.

“I just want time with you, Jessie. Just you. Why are you acting like that’s a bad thing?”

She’d fallen silent over the Christmas holidays, yes, the occasional texts distant and lacking detail. Yes, she’d liked my presents. I knew without asking she hadn’t opened them in front of her family.

No, she was still at her grandparents.

Yes, she’d let me know when she was back.

No. Yes. No.

Still, I clung to her. Her honey blonde hair, her freckles, her slight overbite, the scar just above her knee where she’d fallen off her skateboard aged eight because she wanted to prove her brother wrong about what girls could and couldn’t do.

“I’m not strong.”

I knew this was coming, of course I knew this was coming. It hadn’t ever hurt this badly before. But then, none of those other girls had been Alex. What did I think would happen when I went over there in this January gloom, when I knew she was back home not because she told me, but because I saw her car parked outside her father’s bakery? My ability to wilfully ignore what’s right in front of me is unparalleled but even I knew that it was over when I saw the stricken look in Alex’s eyes as she opened the door and realised it was me on the other side.

Coughed. Fumbled her words. Stared at the floor.

Invited me in only to smash me into bits.

In that minute, in that field, I hated her. Hated her shitting awful parents. Hated this damp, middle of nowhere wee village with one bus stop, nowhere open after 5pm and about forty B&Bs full of city dwelling hill walking idiots.

My momentum began to slow, breath fogging in the air as cold began to creep in and my anger began to ebb, replaced with a far less welcome aching sadness.

I could hear my mother’s voice, comforting me as I cried on the staircase of my childhood home, heart freshly broken from my childhood sweetheart.

“She’s just scared, love. Her father’s the minister, after all. People do cruel things when they’re scared. Especially to those they care about.”

I stopped walking, suddenly aware that I’d known where I was headed all along.

The woods at the edge of the village were thick, a dense dark green which both welcomed and warned. I’d loved crawling through the torn, rusting iron fence and exploring around inside as a child. One time I’d gotten lost, horribly so, and had wandered around for what felt like hours before finally finding my way back. My mum said that I swore a “moss man” helped me find my way out to the fields, though I didn’t remember that part myself and it had always sounded like one of her tall tales. She’d always loved stories.

I was at the heart of the wood now, the only sounds muffled bird song and whispering leaves. Everything felt different, somehow, now that I’d stopped to notice. I was aware of my breath, coming fast. The cold numbing my hands, the nettle stings covering my bare forearms, the feeling of my thin cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up at the elbows, the material stuck to my back with rapidly cooling sweat. I didn’t need to be told to know that this was where I’d gotten lost as a child. The moss man. Ghille Dhu. Friend to all children. Protector of the trees. I certainly felt like a lost child again, adrift and afraid, and I wouldn’t mind a protector. Just for a little bit. For a moment, whilst I pulled myself back together. It was tiring, being this lonely.

I tilted my head up to the sky, my view obscured by snaking branches and thick foliage. I remembered a rhyme taught to me in nightlight darkness, my mother tucking in my duvet as she told yet another tale. She’d told me to turn anti-clockwise as I said the words and I found myself doing so, a strange sense of deja vu coming over me. I remembered it now, the time I’d been here before as a little girl. I wondered if the Ghille Dhu still lived here, what with the forest being cut down more every year. Perhaps he’d gone off to seek better woods, if that was something that faeries could even do.

“Ghille Dhu, Ghille Dhu, don’t let the woods take me. Aon, dha trì…let me see what I can see…”

I stopped turning and looked around, waiting for something to do…something. Nothing. I Tried to recall what had happened last time but it was still just a vague blur. Ghille Dhu was a spirit for children, after all, and I’d left my childhood behind a long time ago. I wasn’t meant to remember him, not now. A bad feeling began to twist in my stomach. I’d had no right to try and summon a faerie that wasn’t meant for me. A biting chill began to snake through the light breeze, the air turning icy. I realised that the wind in the branches was the only sound to be heard, now that the birds had stopped singing. When had the birds stopped singing? Shit.

Too late I remembered my mother’s other stories about those who lived in the woods, the sorts of spirits that took children somewhere else entirely than back to their own safe beds. The sky was darkening now, the breeze turning insistent. Cynicism abandoned, I frantically fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, taking it off only to hastily pull the sleeves inside out and then put the shirt back on again, still outside in. I was about to unbutton my jeans to turn them inside out too when a voice startled me so badly I yelped, nearly falling over instead.

“I see you’re not completely stupid, then.”

I jerked my head round to try and see the owner of the bored sounding voice, the wind whipping my short, choppy hair into my eyes.

“Hello?” I croaked, regaining my balance as the wind died down back into the soft lull it had been just a few moments ago.

“I’m not who you tried to summon,” said the voice again. It was a voice made out of fog, of mouldering bark and three day old mud.

“But I think you’re a bit old for the Ghille, don’t you?”

Without warning, she was there, standing right in front of me.

Moss stained hands and eyes like stone

The forest itself seemed to be whispering now, the words snaking around me like tree roots.

Show me where I’m meant to go

Woman full of green and gold

Show me what I’m meant to know

I realised that my own mouth was making the words, with a voice which was not my own. I tried to turn, to run, but the forest had me now.

Hair like lichen, skin like bark, I promise I can pay your price

Promise once, I’ll promise twice, promise for a different life

“I’m not-“ I mumbled, stumbling back and tripping over my own feet in my desperate need to get some distance between myself and the figure standing in front of me. Or at least, almost standing in front of me; depending on which way I looked at her she was either there or not; she flickered and blurred round the edges, more a suggestion of a person than anything solid.

“That wasn’t-“

“Those were the words you should’ve said, lass,”

The figure calmly strolled over to where I floundered in the mouldering leaves, trying to regain my balance but only managing to slide around in the mud.

“But you’ve said them now so no ill done, eh?”

“Should’ve?” I managed, giving up trying to get back up on my feet and just lying there in the dirt instead, frozen in terrified confusion.

“Aye. Well, it’s me you’ll be wanting. No need to bother my brother, eh?”

“…Brother?”

“Good goddess woman, are you a cuckoo?”

I had nothing to say to that, so just mutely stared up at her, my thoughts a jumble of hysteria.

Surely this was it. What would death by faerie even look like?

How long would it take for anyone to realise I’d vanished?

Would Alex be suspected of something, being the last person to see me alive, my jumper and coat still hung neatly on the back of the chair at the dinner table?

Or maybe she’d just hide them, pretend she’d been alone all afternoon.

Glad to see me gone.

“You got a name, lass?”

The question cut through my panicked internal rambling.

The woman was peering down at me, more solid now.

Her eyes were wrong, a flinty grey that belied her otherwordliness, but the rest of her now looked like a middle aged mother currently in a new age phase which probably included mushroom foraging and experimenting with weed.

Her clothes were loose, draping folds of fabric in lush shades of green, brown and black. Her hair was salt-and-pepper grey and dark, dark brown, corkscrew curls which exploded out in all directions.

She did not look unkind; she looked exasperated.

“J-“ my voice had stopped working, and only a croak came out.

I swallowed, and tried again. “Jessie. Jessie Macrae.”

“Aye, I remember you. Got a habit of getting lost in here, haven’t you Jessie?” Twice didn’t seem to entirely deserve the label of habitual behaviour but I kept my mouth shut.

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice still cracked around the edges.

“You can call me Mairead. I don’t have time for all that pageantry my siblings love so much. Those that call me are too old for that sort of thing.”

“Who do call you?”

“There are many ways to be lost, Jessie. I’m here for those who need more than a lit lamp and a guiding hand. Come. Walk with me.”

Dazed with the strangeness of it all, I hesitantly joined her as she strode off across the forest floor, keeping pace as we moved yet further into the depths of the woods. The trees seemed to be blurring at the edges as we walked, a sensation of falling both simultaneously downwards and upwards making me stumble as I tried to keep up with Mairead. She patted my arm absentmindedly.

“Don’t give it mind, lass. You’re in my woods now. Not meant for humans.”

Before I could think about how worrying a sentence that was the other woman turned to me, a frown on her face.

“Now. Jessie. What do you need to find?”

I opened my mouth to say that nothing was lost, that this was all a terrible mistake, that I should never have come here, to beg to go home.

Instead I found myself talking, talking like I’d never talked before, not to Alex, not to my mother, not even to myself. I spoke of sadness, the heavy blackness that sat on my chest in the middle of the night, too terrible to name. I spoke of heartsickness, of heartbreak, of loving without being loved in return, of the second-hand pride flag sellotaped to my bedroom wall, of quiet despair and mouldering dreams. I spoke of aloneness, of hope, of shouldering expectations and tiny rebellions. In that place in-between everything, nothing left apart from Mairead and the smell of moss, I spoke myself into the air until the air had heard everything, held everything.

Until I was empty and hollow, and wanting for nothing but an answer.

“How do I fix this, Mairead? How do I fix me?”

She clicked her tongue, frustrated with me yet again. “The second question is a daft one, and you know it. Nothing needs fixing about you, except perhaps your sense of direction. No, the first question is the interesting one and that’s for sure. How do you want to fix it? You believe yourself to be lost.

Which path do you want to find?”

And then, with a final blurred step, I found myself at the edge of the woods, staring at the rusty metal fence I’d crawled through… I checked my watch. Just a few minutes previously. That…couldn’t be right…?

I glanced down at my clothes, still inside out, my breath uneven. Then, with a briskness borne out of a sudden decision, I rolled my shirt sleeves down my goosebumped arms and struck out for the house I’d called home for too many years. Nothing had changed, as far as I could see; the fields still dimly stretched out towards the mountains, the air still icy with January fog. Nothing, except for me. The more I thought about it as I trudged towards the village, the more I wasn’t sure about what exactly had happened inside the woods. By the time I’d reached my front door I was fairly sure that the only unusual thing about that long, aimless walk was that I hadn’t died of hypothermia wandering around with no coat.

But by the time I was standing in the shower, water turned to boiling, I knew what I needed to do next. I’d spent too long in this small life, holding onto small hopes.

The village still talks about how I left the next day, just two suitcases and my guitar thrown in the back of my mother’s rusting Ford Fiesta and the house keys left with an elderly neighbour too confused to ask questions. Alex was coming out of her father’s bakery as I drove by, her face tired. I’d left her a note before I’d packed the car, slid under her door along with the DVD she’d leant me last November. Perhaps she would read it. Perhaps she wouldn’t. For now, though, it was time to look forwards, not back. A voice I wasn’t entirely sure was my own was whispering in my head, and I knew it was right.

I had a new path to find.

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theshortstoryghostwriter · 2 years

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Short Story 1: The lonely detective

It was a stormy night. A man walks out from a liquor store with a visibly large paper bag in the shape of a whisky bottle. The man briskly gets in to his obvious Chevy cop car to avoid getting drenched on by the pouring rain.

Detective Daniel Fowler was scolded an hour earlier by his Lieutenant Supervisor Markus Raider. He was chastised on what he thought his job was.

“What the fuck are you doing Fowler?”

Yells, Lieutenant Raider. After he shoves Fowler out of the interrogation room.

“When I said we didn’t have enough evidence, I mean we do not have enough FUCKING evidence.”

Lieutenant Raider enters in his office and continues.

“Your BS vigilante stunt could cost us everything! All the good detective work this force did! You fuck!”

Detective Fowlers blood boils, his face flushes red. The veins in his neck are bulging, about to burst almost. But Fowler remains silent as his supervisor yells and goes on about the overtime, years of detective work and all the long nights and the pressure the whole force is under. “You’re selfish Fowler, you think this is about you. We should have not assign-… Lieutenant Raider was cut off by what detective Fowler did next.

Fowler got up vigorously and points his gun at Raider with such swiftness.

It’s stunned Lieutenant Raider. Then Detective Fowler explodes. He tells his supervisor exactly what is in his mind.

“NINE FUCKING YEARS!! That family’s been waiting! I’ve sold my soul to get the answers I needed. “I’ve sacrificed everything in the name if justice!

“FOR WHAT NOW?? NINE YEARS! Markus!”

Fowler trembles as he holds so much more back. The barrel of the gun is pressed against Lieutenant Raiders head but, he stands still and just looks at Fowler.

Flashbacks of memories he shared with Fowler replayed in his head. Back in the good old days the two men were very good friends. They had family dinners and even lived on the same street many years ago. But much time has passed between the two men, and there they stood as two work acquaintances. Those memories were the sole reason for Markus to calmly and sternly say,

“Drop your gun now detective… Fowler lowers his weapon slowly.

And your badge!” Fowler accepts defeat. Not outwards of course, but mentally he was defeated. Lieutenant Raider continued.

“Get the fuck out of my office! You are off the case! as a matter of fact you are on administrative leave as of right now.” Fowler looks at his supervisor in subtle relief but still regretted his actions towards his Lieutenant. Raider felt the need to give Fowler a very small window of opportunity for redemption. In his friendlier tone he said, “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you’re not stupid enough to threaten your Lieutenant supervisor. “Take some personal time, I’ll let you know if you’re needed.” Fowler pauses shortly to process. Then he drops his gun and badge onto his supervisor’s cherry oak desk and walks out.

He makes a sharp turn to the elevator hall and heads to the second floor. He then arrives to his cubical section. The ride on the elevator had calmed him a bit. He grabs his keys and coat off his desk. Then he sees Marina Benzo. The fairly new female detective that will probably take his position since he’s out.

Marina rolls her chair near Fowler’s desk and said sarcastically.

“Hey Wonder Boy! Why the long face?”

Realizing somethings up with Fowler she changes her sarcastic tone to more concerned.

“Hey are you okay?” Marina said.

Fowler does not reply immediately. She persists saying, “Hey man everything okay?” “What’s going on?” Fowler replied finally, “You’re the only one here that’s out of touch Marina”. She slightly smirks. That tone, she knew it was the so call

Dick-ish tone.

Marina agreeingly said, “I am the newbie, right? So, tell me!”

Fowler sighed then said, “I’m a thousand percent sure they will be talking about it here year long. I’m outta here Wonder Woman!”

Marina was filled with curiosity. Then she said, “See ya at the bar later?”

She didn’t know Fowler been sober for years. Her instincts told her he will probably be drunk later. Fowler shrugs as to say “yes sure”

Marina reads Fowler’s body language. As it was her specialty in forensic psychology and as an overachiever in general.

She could see he was uncertain in his none verbal gesture. Then she jokingly replied.

“Only if you promise to give me all the details dammit”, Marina shouted as Detective Fowler walked away.

Detective Daniel Fowler is a well seasoned homicide detective for the Greenberg County for 20 years. He grew up in this town. He owed it that much to keep it safe. On his eleventh year as Homicide Detective the most bone chilling murder he worked on was too close to home. The Lake house murders was the high-profile murder case this small town became known for.

Nine years of diligent detective work wasted. Fowler’s workaholic nature slowly destroyed his family life. He had nothing to lose. As Fowler drives, he looks up at his reflection in the rear-view mirror. He harshly criticizes himself. To Fowler he was just a lonely, middle aged, divorced man, that works a lot. The loneliness crept in

whenever he allowed himself to break from his work. So, it explains his workaholic traits.

Fowler’s life wasn’t always like this. He had it all once. A beautiful wife, three healthy children and a promising career that could’ve gotten him in to the FBI Agency. His dreams could have come true. But life, as life likes to fuck with good things sometimes. It took one horrible thing to happen for him to lose it all. He always told himself it was all his fault. It was the night his youngest son went missing. That was when he knew his marriage and his life wouldn’t be the same.

That night Fowler’s wife Diana wanted to confess some things she’s been hiding from her husband for years. Diana sat down with Daniel on their bed and said, “Daniel, I once loved you so deeply but since after I had Emily. {-Their second child-} I only had enough love for my kids. You were gone working and training it was harder to be alone with the kids. I needed more from you back then. Now I can see I have allowed you to take control of my life. I’ve stopped dreaming for this marriage, this detective wife life. And now I feel so empty.” Diana burst into tears, sobbing as she hugs her silk pillow. Daniel was speechless, and confused. He felts certain his marriage was stronger now that everything was finally in place, he had gotten promoted there was more money and time. Diana when on as Daniel quietly listen.

“I’m sorry Daniel.” “I’m having a hard time pretending that our marriage is fine.”

She said as the tears flowed down her face.

Daniel got up off the bed even more bewildered and said, “What are you trying to tell me Diana?”

She could sense his confused tone. They had been in a ten years marriage and she never complained.

Still sobbing she replied, “Are you serious? I just told you!”.

Daniel let’s out a giggle then said, “You told me what?”

“You, you don’t love me? And that I’ve crushed all your dreams?”

“What do you want me to do with that?”

Diana quickly shifts from sobbing to pure rage she yells at her husband;

“Your unbelievable! I pour my heart out and you just shit on it!”

“This is why I can’t talk to you!”

“You stand there like you’re so clueless to what has been poisoning our marriage”.

Daniel gets angry finally and said, “Lower your voice, Diana! the kids are sleeping”.

“I’ve done everything you told me you wanted!”

“You wanted a safe town. “Here we are in Greensburg!”

“You asked for kids, we have Ethan, Emily and Jacob.

“We planned out our lives around this family goal. It’s not my fault your unhappy with it.

Daniel calms his voice and says, “What do you want? How can we fix this?”

Diana ponders a bit. She hesitated, then she confesses more to Daniel. She said,

“I had an affair seven years ago.”

Daniel eyes widen in utter disbelief. Diana still sitting in the bed drying her tears. She continues, “Jacob isn’t your son.

Daniel is completely crushed. He didn’t say anything for several minutes.

He paced back-and-forth as he visualized an instant replay in his mind of the last seven years. Then he started crying. The kind of cry a parent gives when they hear their child has died. Then many minutes later he says to Diana, “You’re an evil witch”. He’s voice cracks in sorrow. “How could you?”

Diana sits up and says, “I’ll leave for tonight.”

Daniel immediately grabs her arm and says, “NO I’ll go!”

He couldn’t even look at her. He lets go of her and gets a change of clothes, wallet and keys. Out the door he when.

Daniel was gone for the rest of the night. He got a room at the motel and called out of work.

Sometime afterwards back at the Fowler house. Diana gets ready to convince herself that tomorrow is the first day of her new life. She definitely thought about divorcing Daniel for many years. She told herself the kids are older they’ll understand parents divorce all the time. In the middle of her thoughts, she hears a crash in Jacob’s room. She gets up swiftly. She goes to check on little Jacob. He wasn’t in his bed. She checks for him in the closet and under the bed. Jacob is nowhere to be found. Small panic sets in her. She begins to yell for Jacob. Waking the older children. Ethan asks, “What’s going on Mom?”

Emily followed saying, “I trying to get some good sleep. I have a big quiz tomorrow.”

Diana is in total panic now. She screamed at her older children. “WHERE IS YOUR BROTHER?!?!...JACOB!!…JAACOB!!! She continues to yelling as she searches the bedrooms. Both older children look at each other and reply together, “I don’t know.” Emily checks Jacobs room again, Ethan follows his mom in the search. !!JACOB!! Diana yells in to each room searching for a reply. She is in full panic. Emily joins her brother and mother and asks, “Where’s dad?”

Diana quickly replied, “he’s out!”

Ethan followed saying, “Jacob is with dad then!” “it’s fine!”

Diana tries to make sense to why would Daniel take Jacob with him. She scrambles quickly for her cell phone to call Daniel but, she keeps getting his voicemail. His phone is off or probably dead she thinks.

The older kids were relieved they found an answer as to where their little brother might be. But the panic and their mother made them uneasy and uncertain.

Emily decides to go check in little Jacobs room one more time. Ethan goes with his sister. He reassures himself it will all be fine once his mom gets a hold of his dad.

The two older siblings enter into little Jacobs room again. They noticed

what looks like a disturbance behind the curtain. They see a broken window; the pair inspects together where they see what looks like blood on the broken glass outside the window. That window was known to randomly slide down forcefully once it’s opened all the way up. They yell for their mom. She quickly comes running. She asks, “did you find him?”

“There’s blood Mom!” Emily mutters out. Emily is a little sensitive to blood so she walks out of the bedroom in denial to what they found. She begins crying.

“There’s blood on the window over here mom!” said Ethan as he shows his mom where.

Diana and Ethan look at each other in terror as they try to comprehend what could have taken place in Jacob’s bedroom.

“I’m calling 911!” Diana says to her son as she dials the numbers in to her phone.

To be continued…

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mihidecet · 3 years

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I see You

I’m back on my bs yall. This is meant to be a companion piece to this so if you’re in the mood for some pure and extremely shameless comfort maybe check it out?

I somehow ended up writing 3.8K of Manburg family dynamics, set in an alternate universe where none of the extremely messed us stuff of the canon happened. ((we could have had it all))

Once again do not take this as ship content!! Let’s normalize platonic cuddling and being close with your friends without it being sexual!! Pretty pretty please!!

Contrary to popular belief, Schlatt is not that dense when it comes to feelings.

His ignorance of other people's emotions is a willing act of defiance. Defiance towards whom, you may find yourself asking?

… Anyway.

Schlatt does notice things. Stuff happening around him. And he does remember them.

He knows Tubbo takes his morning tea with two spoonfuls of honey, and a slice of bread with any marmalade on it except raspberry, which as it turns out he doesn't like. Schlatt stops providing raspberry marmalade, but it never really gets questioned.

He knows Fundy will get scraped up while exploring during the day, and will always forget to bandage himself up properly, so he makes sure to mention it in passing to whoever is near him at the end of the day - just to know that people will check up on the kid. He doesn't need to go himself, Fundy would never allow him to take care of him directly, and he's not going to subject either of them to that situation.

Most of all, he notices Quackity - with him being the Vice President, they're around each other a lot.

Quackity is a bright light in the cabinet.

While Tubbo is a warm late afternoon glow and Fundy is burning fire, Quackity is sunshine by the seaside on a midday spring day.

Quackity likes coffee, but only if it's been drowned with sugar. He likes singing, humming tunes to himself as he works or while he cooks - he does it for everyone, whenever he has the time to, and he is one of the best cooks there are. He likes to debate, bringing up topics to talk about during slow times, engaging Tubbo into verbal spars. He makes sure that Fundy has eaten at least three times per day, and that he's gone to sleep at a decent time.

He smiles to himself whenever he finishes a document. Ruffles Tubbo's hair. Touches Fundy's shoulder to stop him to ask him how he's doing. Taps Schlatt's shoulder to catch his attention.

Quackity is a very tactile person.

Schlatt remembers him hugging people, throwing arms around shoulders, laughing out loud with tears at the corners of his eyes.

So it's no wonder that a couple of months into their presidency, with work and paperwork occupying most of their days, Quackity is both overly stressed and constantly fidgeting.

It comes to a point when Schlatt catches him visibly reaching out to people and then backing away, awkward and embarrassed, mumbling excuses before making a joke of being lost in his mind due to work.

That cannot continue. It simply cannot.

Schlatt finishes his paperwork an hour early that night, then he takes a swig from one of his already opened bottles for good luck and gets to work.

The trip from his study to Quackity's is almost too long - it gives him almost enough time to change his mind, almost enough time to chicken out and just plan something else, maybe unleash Tubbo on him. But before he can formulate the idea in his mind, he's standing in front of the oak door and his hand is already raised to knock.

Too late to back down. A part of him reasons, despite the fact that it isn't.

"Come in." Quackity's voice answers after he raps his knuckles against the wood.

The room inside is dimly lit: the only source of light is a small table lamp that shines a beacon on Quackity’s documents as his pen flies on the paper sheet, the man’s slightly hunched back straightening when he notices him entering, a small tired smile appearing on his face.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, his head tilting lightly to the side - then bending further, one hand coming up to rub at his neck with a slightly pained expression. Schlatt advances, crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging while Quackity seemingly discovers more and more sore spots along his back.

"I finished my paperwork, I figured I'd stop by."

"Oh, cool. -” he replies with one final satisfied grunt “- I'm almost done with this."

Schlatt nods absentmindedly, gesturing vaguely with a hand towards a nearby armchair: "You mind?" There’s a moment of confused silence as Quackity looks at him as if he’s grown a second set of horns, a mixture of surprise, amusement and incredulity overcoming his features, then he shakes his head and chuckles to himself. To be fair, any other night he’d have flung himself on his bed the instant his paperwork had been done. Still, Quackity recovers quickly, nodding towards him and swiftly resuming his work.

It’s hard not to fall asleep with the sound of his friend’s pen running over paper calming his nerves, the dimness surrounding them and the comfiness of the armchair under him. He remembers when Quackity had brought it in, slightly old looking and covered in a transparent sheet of plastic: he’d called it a lifetime occasion, found in a yard sale, and Schlatt had doubted its usefulness - after all, they had a couch in the livingroom and multiple chairs for each of their desks.

And yet, there hasn’t yet been a day when the armchair wasn’t occupied by someone. When the days are cold, Tubbo can often be found curled up in it with a mug of hot chocolate and a blanket safely tucked around his shoulders - by whom should be quite obvious. And sometimes, when the nights are too long and sleep avoids Fundy, he retreats there, silently, and turns the armchair so that he can keep a watchful eye over Quackity as he works - that is, until sleep finds him, comforted by the knowledge that they’re all safe and alive.

There’s a small bookshelf next to the armchair, filled with tomes both bought, found and written - some in English, most in Spanish. Quackity is nothing but fond and proud of his collection, and while Schlatt’s not going to tell anyone, he has read plenty of poems from the books that looked the most used. He’s aware that his Spanish isn’t the best, but it helps with keeping his knowledge fresh.

His eyes catch on a thin book that he doesn’t remember seeing before - its title along the spine is a mesh of letters, with way too many consonants, and definitely in a language he doesn’t know. Picking it up, he figures it will help with his task of not falling asleep as he waits, but alas, as on the spine, the whole book is filled with too many long words - is that a whole line of just one? Who made this up?

He starts flipping back to the incipit, in hope of at least finding the author’s name. When he reaches it, though, what catches his attention first isn’t the name itself - Goethe, ah, that’s it, German - but a hand-penned inscription just below.

“Hey Da Dumbass, I heard you like poetry in foreign languages. Try and read this. Fundy.”

Thankfully, the sound of a satisfied grunt reaches his ears and unknots the tightness in his throat and distracts him from the warmth spreading in his chest.

Behind him, Quackity - he calls him dad - stretches his arms behind his back and sighs.

"Alright, this one's done! -” he starts, smiling proudly to himself before shooting a somewhat guilty look towards the rest of the documents piled up on his desk “- You know, you don't have to wait for me, I figured since it's not so late I could get a bit of stuff done ahead of time-" Schlatt levels him with an unimpressed stare, then claps the book closed and places it back in its original place before standing up and making his way towards his still sitting friend.

"Alright, that's it." Quackity looks visibly confused, even a bit worried, as he leans back into his chair, but Schlatt is a man on a mission: he won’t be swayed by it, this is supposed to be an intervention. He stops once he’s close, standing up right next to Quackity, and his friend looks nervously up at him, a high pitched self conscious chuckle escaping him.

"Wh-what- what's up?" Schlatt gives him a quick look just to confirm his theory, but he knows him. And most importantly, he knows himself, he knows he can manage it.

"You, in a moment-" He quips, bending down and quickly scooping the shorter man up, one arm under his legs while the other supports his back and then-

"Wait, hold on- hold on I-” Quackity starts to protest, but by then Schlatt already has a secure hold on him, so up they go, followed by a yelp by Quackity himself as he is quite suddenly hoisted up into Schlatt’s arms, one hand reaching out and wrapping around the taller man’s shirt with a vice-like grip as he splutters, eyes wide as saucers.

“HOLY SHIT-! HOW IN THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!"

And to be completely fair, Schlatt is not one to back down from the chance to boast at this type of thing, so he simply shrugs and squeezes him closer with a self satisfied smirk: "I told you I lift, you dumbass."

"I- I- put me down." Quackity gapes, seemingly still wrapping his head around the sudden switch in situation; the way he leans into the hold is probably unconscious, but it does confirm his theory that his vice president, his closest friend, is in desperate need of being on the receiving end of some care and comfort. And he knows, deep inside himself, that he’s not the best candidate for the job, but if nobody’s going to do it then he is for sure going to.

"I will in a moment. You need sleep." He replies, tone firm but not loud, reaching out with a hand to turn off the desk lamp - inwardly thanking the low light coming from the torches in the corridor for allowing him not to make a fool of himself by immediately tripping on his feet.

"I- alright, but I can get to my room on my own!" Quackity protests, sounding flustered, and Schlatt has a moment of hesitation as the sudden fear of having overstepped a boundary hits him. Maybe he shouldn't have done this. Shit, fuck, he's screwed this, hasn't he?

But as he pauses for a moment to look down at Quackity, to asses the situation, he realises that the man is actually clutching at him, and his head is resting under his chin - the soft fabric of the beanie pushing against his cheek the moment he bends his head to look down. Schlatt lets out a steadying breath: he can do this.

"I know you can. I don't mind doing this, though." He states, firmly but not unlindly, voice softening, and he holds him close again - one armed as he reaches out to close the corridor's door. A huff of breath warms a spot over his chest.

"I- you're such a fucking showoff, dude." He murmurs, accepting the situation with what sounds like a small smile on his face.

It takes him a minute, but soon he's opening the door of Quackity's bedroom. The shorter man, who had been slowly relaxing overtime, leaning more and more into his chest, startles as if waking up from sleeping and tenses up.

"Alright, now you can drop me off." He comments, but Schlatt is a bit more preoccupied with losing himself inside his own mind as he thinks about what to do next, so Quackity stays up - it's not like he's gonna wriggle around and risk falling on his ass on the ground. After a moment, he looks down at where Q's hand is clutching at his shirt, and at where his head is still pressed against his chest. A part of him is enjoying this too, and isn't really ready to let go, but still, this isn't about him. It's about what Quackity wants.

So he forces his anxieties down, swallows around the knot in his throat and tries.

"What- what if I didn't yet, though." Quackity is silent for a moment after that, but his hand doesn't unclench, so he counts it as a good thing.

"You're not making any sense, man."

Schlatt is stood in the middle of the room, holding Quackity up, keeping him close, and he feels like he's balancing multiple instincts wanting to drag him in any direction - anywhere else other than here, right now, when stuff is so confusing and worrisome and he's constantly scared of scaring Quackity off with something weird.

But yet again, he keeps it down, keeps it quiet. For his friend.

"I've been seeing how stressed you are. Is this helping? Please be honest." If he had a free hand, he would be running it through his hair, a nervous habit he's been picking back up. Yet, his arms are starting to feel the strain of holding a body up, so he's not going to risk letting him fall to the ground. After what seems like an eternity, another sigh in the form of a warm puff of breath hits his chest as Quackity concedes.

"... A bit …"

Good, he can't help but think. Communication is key in these situations. In all situations really, but he appreciates the fact that Q is opening up and letting him know he is alright with being held like this. Spurred on by this, he ponders his next words perhaps a bit too little.

"Is it the caring or the touching?"

Quackity visibly flinches at the wordings, leaning back a little - pushing more strain on Schlatt's right arm - to stare at him with a sarcastic frown.

"Shit, man, you are such a wordsmith-"

Too quick, too many variables lost to the moment, and Schlatt is swept up in the frenzy of the situation - he has never, ever been good at smoothing out situations.

"Will you just answer-"

"It's both! Geeze, are you happy now?!" Quackity's embarrassed outburst manages to at the same time shut him up and quieten the anxious voices in his head - so he was right, Quackity did like this, and he didn't mind it. Now if that wasn't a win in his book … he sighs, squeezing him close.

"Yeah, kinda. See, it wasn't hard. You little bitch." He comments, tone way too fond for him to be taken seriously ever again, but he figures he's allowed to be a bit soft - it's late, they're tired, and they're the only ones in the room.

Schlatt decides he's not going to subject himself to the mortifying ordeal of starting to lose strength in his arms - he has a reputation to uphold - so he quickly makes his way to the large bed, turns and sits down, inwardly relieved that he's managed to get this far. His nerves still haven't betrayed him. Yet. At least Quackity isn't launching himself on the other side of the room the moment he has a chance not to fall on the ground if he moves the wrong way.

"What are you doing?" Quackity asks, sounding genuinely confused as he looks up at him with furrowed brows, so now it's Schlatt's turn to splutter indignantly, the arm under Q's legs sneaking up to wave confusedly in the air.

"I'm about to murder you is what I'm doing- what does it look like?! I'm trying to comfort you!"

A moment of silence follows, during which Schlatt stares awkwardly at Quackity's shocked face. Then Q's eyes soften and he starts chuckling, shaking his head for a moment before he lets it fall back down against his collarbone, sneaking an arm around his waist.

"Feeling real fucking comforted, for sure." He comments, humour loud in his voice as he squirms around for a moment trying to find a comfortable position, quieting a moment later and letting out a small sigh.

"I am going to throw you into the river." Schlatt answers, bringing the hand that was holding his back up to the nape of his neck, fingers dipping under his beanie to lightly scratch at his scalp, pressing his friend's forehead against his neck.

When Quackity answers a moment later, his voice is but a murmur.

"I thought you were here to comfort me?"

"Shut up and be comforted, then, you dumbass." He huffs out, but there's a smile on his face despite the way he tries to seem angry. He is still way too soft to be taken seriously, and he'll be mad about it later, when Quackity will keep making coffee for the both of them, but then he'll lean into him while Schlatt's making eggs for Fundy, and he'll call him soft when he remembers to add the herbs the young fox hybrid picked himself; not to mention how he'll suddenly realise who had been bringing Tubbo back to his room after the kid had fallen asleep on the couch.

But still, it's worth it, as he slowly grabs the hand that is still gripping his shirt, gently pressing against his fingers until he lets go; he places it back on Quackity's lap, rubbing what he hopes are comforting circles into his wrist - he knows how bad it can get when you spend all day writing, and knows his intuition payed off when his friend's shoulders relax even further.

To be quite honest, Quackity hadn't even realised his writing hand had been hurting.

A joke threatens to rise in Q's throat, a way to diffuse the situation, a mechanism born from ages of repressing wholesomeness because that's the type of things that get you in trouble, because feelings get treated as a weakness, but he squashes it down, closing his eyes with a sigh as he lets himself enjoy the moment.

The warmth of a hug that is truly meant, the comforting weight of Schlatt's head against the top of his, the blissful peace that he associates with having his hair played with - It's been a while since he had the chance to do this, to feel this.

He could fall asleep like this, he thinks, eyes closing on their own and body melting into the sensation, and he finds himself floating, suspended - but also grounded, tethered by the points of contact between their bodies.

He feels- he feels like he did when Fundy tried to teach him German, him stumbling over the words while the other laughed with him; or like all the times Tubbo brought him outside in the garden, guiding him through the steps needed to take care of his beloved pets.

He feels at home.

And after a moment, he feels Schlatt relax too, his movements less precise, less rithmic, his shoulders sagging a bit as they lean more into each other instead of just Quackity against him - and doesn't that feel poignant, he thinks, but not pointing it out loud feels like a better choice.

He feels before he hears the low timbre of Schlatt's voice, unusually quiet due to a mix of tiredness and the silent atmosphere surrounding them.

"I'm gonna lie back. That alright with you?"

It takes a moment for Quackity to realise that he is asking for permission. He wants to nod, but that would jostle their heads. So he hums in what hopes is a notably affirmative way, and just to be sure his message is correctly interpreted, he turns his palm upward, fingers wrapping around the taller man's wrist, and squeezes.

He feels a chuckle vibrate through the chest under his cheek; again, quiet, toned down, but this time it also feels like he's trying not to move too much - and that right there makes him want to never stop smiling, especially whenever Schlatt pretends he doesn't care. Because if there is one thing Quackity knows is that he cares so much, despite the fact that he still pretends he doesn't know how a doctor found their way to Fundy's room after he scraped his knee, the poor medic armed as if somebody had just lost an arm.

Schlatt thinks he's so good at hiding his feelings, and then he stops buying a specific type of marmalade because Tubbo joked about it tasting funny. He is nothing but a dork, and this has just done nothing more than confirm his suspicions.

The hand in his hair gently cups his head as Schlatt leans back until he's laying on the bed, and Quackity has to swallow back a knot in his throat at the pure, unaltered sweetness with which he is being treated - like he's fragile, but not in a bad, diminishing way: like you would treat a fancy ancient vase, or a masterpiece.

Quackity squeezes his eyes, feeling himself get watery, and focuses on the fact that like this, he's not that comfortable anymore. There's no need for his legs to be both over his friend's body, so he shuffles back until he's more curled up against his side, half laying on his chest, head still tucked under his chin - by god how perfectly safe he feels with that soft pressure against his temple.

Schlatt lets him wriggle around, the hand in his hair never moving, and once he stills his other one moves back to his own chest, where Quackity's hand rests against his heart, and his fingers gently wrap around his.

"This alright?" Comes a murmur from above him and Quackity's fingers squeeze automatically in response, finding himself unable to verbalise an answer at first.

"Thank you." He breathes out a moment later, after he's able to reign in his emotions just enough for him to find his voice again.

"Don't- don't thank me." Comes Schlatt's instant response, the fingers in his hair halting for a moment as he pauses, seemingly deep in thought. When he speaks again, his tone is once again slow and hushed, and his fingers are once more rubbing slow circles against his scalp.

"You can come to me for this. Anytime you want. I want you to know that you can count on me."

And oh, alright, Quackity thinks, eyes widening for a moment - he has to hurry and squeeze them shut before he starts tearing up, fighting against the way emotions squeeze at his chest; pure unadulterated joy at the knowledge that this is true, this is good and this is his. His small, dumb, weird family, made of mostly jagged pieces that somehow fit so well together. Quackity clutches at the fingers wrapped around his, squeezing maybe just a bit too tight, throat thick and feelings running, and then he simply nods into his friend's collarbone.

Schlatt just squeezes back - and that's just how they are, two dumbass friends holding onto each other, doing their best.

Minutes later, he falls asleep, lulled by the rhythmic rise and fall of his friend's chest and the gentle feeling of being held.

#my writing #quackity #jschlatt #dream smp au #we're back with some good ol comfort #I do hope you'll enjoy

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astrophile-imagines · 4 years

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Princess!Chaewon x female!reader

·Chaewon and you have known each other for years, being two of the only princesses of the continent

·Since you were young you had stayed by each other’s side, running away from the princes that pulled your hair and the girls that judged your obnoxious dancing in the middle of the ballroom

·Being together meant no one else mattered, she was there for you and you were there for her, no matter what

·Unlike Chaewon, you were part of a big family, meaning there were seven other siblings before you in line for the throne, which took a lot of pressure from your shoulders

·This also meant you could practically visit Chaewon whenever you wanted

·She was the only daughter of the kings of the northern kingdom, and she was raised as that

·Everyday she had to spend all morning from seven to three with different tutors to learn how to walk, talk, smile, dance, rule, fight, everything a future queen needed to be

·And of course you were by her side all through it, laughing at her when books fell from her head to the hardwood floor, being her dance companion, debating on different topics and running away from her and her sword

·You loved teasing her when it came to all this, everyone saw her as the beautiful heir with an icy glare that could make anyone flee the room

·While you knew how she actually was a shy girl who just needed a little push to become a little ray of sunshine

·But this all changed once both of you reached the legal age where you must look for a suitor

·You spent New Year’s Eve together, at your favourite spot in Chaewon’s castle, under the eldest oak in the nation, under the thickest blankets you could find and drinking hot chocolate

·“Do you think we will still be able to be like this after we marry?” Chaewon’s small frown was noticeable under her hood.

·“Nothing has to change, we will always be like this, and if someone wants to change that they will have to beat me in combat.”

·“Do you always have to be this dramatic? No one would even bother to do it, you are incapable of holding a sword correctly.” She smirked your way as you gasped offendedly.

·“Excuse you but Madame Pouffeylle says Im getting better, and I was able to beat the stable boy, even if he wasn’t looking at me and wasn’t holding a sword, it still counts, oh and by the way...” Not even bothering to answer your useless excuses, she just smiled and laid on your shoulder hoping she could live many nights like this, no matter what the future brings.

·The next time you heard from her you received a letter in which she told you everything about the horrible suitors she had to see, one of them being a girl you had tripped over more than once at royal balls

·You winced thinking on how lucky you were with your situation, your siblings had already created strong political and financial alliances for your nation, which left you with the freedom to choose someone you loved

·But no matter how many times your parents asked or your little siblings looked expectantly at you during breakfast, you were unable to find the perfect match

·Yes Woojin from the Isles was fun to be around, but you couldn’t stand his obnoxious laugh, and you adored Daehwi but you both knew he had eyes for only one boy

·Everyday you woke up with the same question and fell asleep with one answer, though you could not accept it

·Chaewon on the other hand missed you to no end, she spent her days in a tea room receiving visits from all over the continent, each time she heard a knock she caught herself hoping it would be you on the other side, but it never was

Unlike you, she understood her feelings and accepted them, she knew she wanted to spend her life with you

·So, she prepared her luggages and after talking with her parents, who seemed relieved over her decision she started her trip to your nation with one goal in mind

·You were lounging in your garden reading a book when a sword was thrown at your face

·“What the hell?”

·“That is no way for a princess to speak, have you not learned anything from my training?” You looked up to see Chaewon, a halo around her hair and a shining raspier in her hand

·“What are you doing? Weren’t you seeing your suitors?”

·“Yes”, she turned away from you and took a fighting stance, “now get up and duel me.”

·She launched forward giving you only a few seconds to hastily grasp your sword and roll away from her attack. Getting up you blocked her next attack, sparks flew from your swords as your faces drew closer, hers sporting a smirk and yours a grimace.

·“Do you even know how to say hi? Or did you feel the need to take out all your pent up frustration on me out of nowhere.” Keeping a defensive stance you backed away from her, she was much faster than you, there was no way for you to win if you did not keep your distance.

·Rolling her eyes she circled around you before striking, “There are other ways I could take out my frustration on you.” Her comment flustered you, making you forget for a second what was going on to truly look at her, her hair was flowing behind her, some strands framing her rosy cheeks, lips parted from her gasping for air. You didn’t even notice the hole in your defence that she took advantage of, bringing you down.

·You only had time to grab her hand bringing her down on top of you.

·“Ha! I win!” She sat on your lap with her hands on her hips.

·“Why are you so happy? You caught me by surprise, that’s why you won.” You placed your raspier down and laid on your elbows huffing at her.

·“As you say, it doesn’t matter how you win, plus don’t you remember what you said last winter?” She looked at you expectantly as if she just gave you the last piece of the puzzle, but you were as lost as before, you spew a lot of bs from your mouth, god knows what you said.

·Rolling her eyes she drew closer to you encasing you between her arms, bringing all your attention to her pink lips, “Whoever wishes to change what we have must fight me to the death... or something like that.” “Okay you are overexaggerating, I did not say that.” “That’s not important right now.” “Then what is?” “Ugh! You are so infuriating so times!” “What did I even d-“

·Before you could continue a pair of lips stopped you, softly closing your eyes you laid down on the grass as the kiss went on, more passionate than before.

·With a gentle nudge from her nose Chaewon separated herself from you, staying an inch away from your mouth, softly smiling down at your red face.

·“Wow, I was not expecting that.” “ 27th rule, always expect the unexpected.” “You just made that up.” “Who cares?” “Not me.” “Good.” She smiled as she kissed you again and again.

·Just like always, you were by each other’s side, or on top of each other, as you should be.

#kim chaewon #izone #iz*one #chaewon x reader #chaewon imagines #chaewon au #princess au #izone x reader #izone imagines #izone reactions #park woojin #lee daewhi #pd48 #pd48 imagines #pd48 x reader

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kickingitwithkirk · 3 years

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Rain

Summary: After Supernaturals end Jensen’s life turned upside down. A year later an unexpected movie offer gives his career a second chance but it comes with an unexpected surprises.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x OFC! Lili

Word Count: 839

Warnings: cursing, divorce, child custody, drinking, irritable Jensen

A/N: I had an idea about a Jensen making movies again short series and wouldn't you know it, weird dream time. This story has components from my favorite W. Somerset Maugham short Rain and Lace by Shirley Conran.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

Prologue

Jensen is sitting on his back porch watching the sunset paint the horizon in pastel shades of orange and pink.

JJ and the twins left with Danneel half an hour ago after spending the last two weeks with him. Now he couldn’t be inside the too quiet house, feeling that it was somehow mocking him. Downing the last dregs of his beer he once again contemplated how he ended up here alone.

A year ago his life was incredible. Supernaturals extended last season came to its highly emotional end after delayment from the pandemic. He had talked it over with Danneel about the different options for his career: keep acting full time or concentrate more on his music, taking the occasional guest starring role and/or directing, allowing him to spend more time home with his family. He told her he was seriously considering the latter.

The first blow came days later over breakfast. Danneel simply announced she had fallen out of love with him and wanted a divorce.

The divorce had been mostly amicable. All she asked for was the lake house, half of their net worth and controlling interest in the brewery, you know, not much.

Jensen initially agreed to a quick divorce on two conditions: the bulk of the money would be put in trust for their children and shared custody. Danneel readily agreed but then she slipped up. A ill timed comment to her lawyer that Jensen wasn’t supposed to hear about the monthly child support revealed her true intentions. It was at that moment he knew his choice.

Jensen’s last minute curve ball was hanging up finalization, insisting on having primary custody with all holidays split equally between them, none of that you get them on this one and me the next crap. He had already missed so much of their young lives, he’d be damned losing out on anymore.

His next hit came in the form of several parts he was up for not panning out and his role on The Boys turned into a guest appearance in the season three finale then full time starting season four.

So here he sat on his back porch drinking beer as the Texas heat slowly waned, alone.

***

The front door slammed shut as a deep, honeyed voice called out, “Jack, you in,” followed by a heavy tread crossing the old oak wood floors into the kitchen, the fridge door opening, the sounds of bottles clinking briefly before it bangs shut.

A few seconds later Jared walks out the open French doors handing one to Jensen then drops onto the other Adirondack lounger, his large feet dangling off its end. “Dani picked up the kids already, thought they were staying till tomorrow?”

Jensen grunts before downing half the bottle in one go, “She said since it’s the twins first day of preschool wanted to make sure they got there, like I’m incapable of getting my own kids up, ready and there on time.”

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it that way…” Jensen gives him a you serious look, “but on second thought, knowing her, she did. Sorry.” Jared makes his my foots in my mouth expression and takes a drink.

“Naa, I’m the one that's sorry. It’s been one of those weeks, not the kids but Davis won’t stop calling, texting, keep telling him I not gonna consider that shitty script he’s been pushing. Man, the story lines on Days were helluva a lot better.”

Jared pulls off his beanie running a hand through his shortened hair, “Yeah, that’s kinda why I’m here. He left me a voicemail, said it was urgent you call him cause what he’s got is big, like Disney opening big...”

“Bullshit.”

“He sounds serious. Look, what’s it gonna hurt, give him five...” Jensen opens his mouth, “..two, give him two minutes and if it’s really BS, tell him fuck off.”

Jensen tips his head back against the chair staring at the porch roof. He really didn’t have the energy but knowing Jared, he would keep at him till he did it.

“Fine. I’m only doing it to shut you up.” Jared smiles happily kicking back, nursing his beer as Jensen gets up and goes into the house shutting the doors behind him. He can hear Jensen talking but can’t make out what was being said.

Jared finished his beer and is playing with the label when Jensen walked out with an expression he’d never seen before making him sit upright. “What’s wrong?”

He almost missed the chair sitting down and starting a string of unintelligent babbling; some movie, can’t be right, why cast me...“Jen..dude, your not making any sense and it’s starting to freak me out!” Jensen refocused on him.

“Holy shit! I’ve got a meeting Tuesday afternoon in LA with Zimmer!”

“Zimmer?” Jared furrowed his brow in concentration, running the name around his grey matter, that name, he knows it from where. “Whoa, do you mean Zimmer the director Zimmer?” Jensen can only mutely nod.

“Holy shit!”

tbc

tags: SPN @donnaintx

Dean/Jensen @flamencodiva

Rain @stoneyggirl

#Jensen Ackles #Jensen ackles x ofc #RPF #rpf fanfic #slow burn

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4k-cinematic-universe · 5 years

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Nearly dropping nir bag, Terri pushed past the dark oak gate and dashed across the yard into Liam’s open arms. Long lanky limbs wrapped around nir shoulders, holding tight. Ne buried nir face into his shoulder and breathed in deep. Yeah, he still smelled like himself. Pine needles, ink, and Kasey.

One arm disappeared and ne looked up to see Liam looking expectantly at Samuel, still standing by the gate. “You going to join the party or just stand there all day?”

“I don’t need a hug Lee.”

“Yeah but you want one.” Liam smirked and gestured him to come over.

Samuel huffed, rolled his eyes like it took all his energy to do, and finally walked over to join the group hug. Terri moved nir arm to hold Samuel as well and the small group stood there in the cool air for a few moments; letting the sun warm up their skin to cope with the breeze still coming in.

Liam was the first to pull away, keeping his hands on them both. “Come on inside, I got cookies already done. Half chocolate and half extra salt, just how you like it Samuel.”

“Screw off.”

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The three gathered in Liam’s small open living room, finally relaxing after full days of traveling and working. Terri and Samuel shared the couch, nem sitting straight up nibbling nir cookie and him slumped against the arm and crunching away.

Liam tossed his own cookies on the barely knee-high table in between them and sat in his own chair, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees. “So how have things been over in Rău?”

“Dead quiet,” Samuel answered, not registering his poor choice of wording or Terri glancing at him for it. “I’ve seen Kris come and go a few times but that’s it. Haven’t seen Zach or Cole at all.”

“Means you’re actually getting work done then with no distractions?”

“That’s assuming I’m putting in the effort in the first place. Besides, only Kris has had contact with any of the Astians in a long while, so Zach would be a downer to be around anyway.” He crossed his arms and looked away. Liam bit his lip to keep from laughing at his friend’s pout.

“Why don’t you try getting in contact with them? Maybe talk to your counterpart, I hear he’s a hoot and a half to be around,” Liam offered.

“You trying to say something Lee?” Samuel bit back but with a hint of a smile.

“Nothing at all, Sams.”

“Shove it.” Samuel stood up and wandered off to the kitchen to get what’s left of the 24 cookies Liam made, 18 of which he had already eaten on his own.

Liam chuckled and turned to Terri, who was watching the two with a peaceful demeanor, as always. “What about you? How’re you feeling?”

“Much better. Being around Samuel and the others has been keeping me calm.”

“That’s good to hear, I’m proud of you! What about hints of relapses? Any of those?”

Terri smiled. “You’re starting to sound like my doctor only more direct. But no, not any recently. I think I’ve just been too preoccupied with what’s going on to think about anything else really.” Ne paused. “I even got a letter from my father a month or so ago and haven’t opened it yet.”

Liam’s eyes widened. “Really? I thought he didn’t know where you lived.”

“Someone must have told him I guess. I don’t mind though,” ne rushed to add. “Worst he can do at the moment is send mean but crudely drawn pictures in the mail.”

“Have you gone to see him since last time?”

“....No. I haven’t even gone to Tamno for a few months. I don’t want to risk it.”

“Who’s been going for you?”

“I have.” Samuel spoke up, now returned with a half eaten cookie in hand. Liam turned to him and smiled, which he raised an eyebrow at. “What?”

“You have, have you?”

“That’s what I just said, keep your ears open map boy.” He tossed the rest of the cookie in his mouth and leaned against the wall, one foot braced on the wood. “Anything for Terri, besides the transit isn’t long and I need to get stuff there occasionally anyway. Materials and all that.”

“The distribution center has you on file for Sierra? I thought only family could pick up medication,” Liam asked, confused.

“Uh, um,” Terri murmured, “given the circumstances, I was able to add Samuel to the approved list for pickup. He’s been getting the insulin just fine so far.”

“Has the supply been enough for Sierra?”

Terri fidgeted, drawing in nir hands closer and wringing them together. “It’s been...yes. Its enough.”

“BS it has.” Samuel interjected again. He kicked off the wall, scuffing it with his boots. “Not only have those bastards raised the price of the insulin-”

“Samuel, please-”

“-they lowered the amount they can give us to even less than Sierra needs.”

Liam glanced back and forth between Terri, who was on the verge of crying, and Samuel, on the verge of kicking a hole in his wall. “What’s the max they can give you?”

“100 mL a month. Sierra needs 230 at the least to keep their strength up. With only 100, they’re stuck in bed all day and can barely move an inch to do anything.”

They fell into a tense but comfortable silence while Liam mulled it over, casting his gaze to the floor to think better. Terri let nemself slump a bit, still wringing nir hands, before speaking again.

“Sierra w-wants to try sending some of it ov-over to Astia.”

“They what?”

“Before the star incident,” Terri said, voice small and still shaky, “they were considering asking Zach about it. But once Zoel and Colour died, they became determined. Especially since…” Ne trailed off.

“Their counterpart needs magic to live too, don’t they?”

Terri nodded and bit nir lower lip. Liam drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, being careful to not scare Terri. He drummed his fingers against his knees. ‘There has to be a solution that doesn’t get half of us killed or arrested,’ he thought. He glanced around the room, his gaze landing on the saggy hat still hanging the hook on his front door. Rioxl’s hat, that she left behind when she came to tell him what she found.

‘F***.’

“We can go to the Institute of Medical Research.” Liam said, startling the other two.

“In the Balcanic Peninsula? You want to travel all the way there?” Samuel asked incredulously.

“I have to anyway. I forgot to mention it, but Rioxl came by to see me the other day.” Liam used the palms of his hands to rub his eyes as he spoke. “She found a book about the founding of the DBER.”

Samuel’s eyes narrowed. “The DBER? You mean the DBER that financed the bs ‘ground breaking’ discovery that screwed me and Terri over?” He asked through gritted teeth. Liam could hear him grinding them together.

“Exactly that one. There was a family tree in the book, belonging to two of the original magistrates. They were part of the McLevol family, but their mother married into the family. And the tree follows her bloodline.”

“So?”

Liam took another deep breath. “Her maiden name was Kraj. As in Noah Kraj.” He paused, letting the information sink in.

Terri blinked. “Isn’t he a manager at the institute? He gave the tour my class went on back in school.”

“That’s the guy. His grandfather was the magistrates’ uncle. So not only does Mr. Noah over there have a tie to them, those magistrates had a tie to one of the only families in Împreună to have an elemental gene show up in every generation.” He made eye contact with Samuel. “Including void elemental.”

Samuel stood confused for a second before breaking out into laughter, distinctly strained with bitterness. Wide eyed, he slid his hands into his hair gripping it tight, and Liam worried he was about to tear the light brown strands right out. “So they screwed over their own f***ing family for that discovery nonsense, are you kidding me?!”

Terri slowly stood up and moved closer to Liam as they watched Samuel pace the floor, stomping his feet every step. The boards creaked and moaned, threatening to break under him. Not for the first time, Liam was grateful he didn’t have a basement.

Samuel made a move to punch the wall it seemed, and Terri slightly jumped, squeaking into Liam’s ear. He froze and dropped his arm, settling for dragging his hands down his face with sounds of frustration.

“Because of them, me, Terri, and countless others,” Samuel fumed, pointing to nem at nir name, ”had to deal with that ‘unnatural, dangerous, unstable’ bulls**t.” He paused to take a breath, and the other two waited patiently for him to blow up again. Instead, he calmly turned back, walked to Terri, and leaned to rest his head on nir shoulder.

He turned his head slightly to look Liam in the eye. “Come hell or high water, we’re going to see Noah Kraj. We need to help Împreună and Astia; for Zoel and Colour.”

#4kcu #liam #samuel #terri #writing #<3 #3724798

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rejectedusername-trashfics · 6 years

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Road to Achievement City: Chapter 1- Maps Found

Summary: Achievement Hunters are a group of treasure hunters who have been searching for the ruins of Achievement City for ages. Jack finds an old map in his parents’ attic that may be the key to finally finding the ruins. The journey ahead may be long, but at least they’ll be traveling down the right road this time.

Chapter: 1/12

Word Count: 1,419

Parings: Gavin/Ryan

Next / AO3

Jack Pattillo was taking a leave from work for the weekend. As for his job, he was part of an internationally know group of treasure hunters called the “Achievement Hunters,” working as navigator and tool master. They had found many treasures such as “La couette d’or,” and “The Oak Island money pit,” but they had not found their major find, yet.

The treasure that the group was still looking to find was the treasure that the group was named after. The founder of the group, Geoff Ramsey, named the group, “Achievement Hunters,” after the Ciudad de Lorgo, or “Achievement City,” in English. The group knew it was somewhere in Mexico or South America, but every trail they had tracked had led to a dead end. The group continued to search for “Achievement City,” though Jack needed to take a break for the weekend, seeing as it was his father’s birthday.

When he arrived at his parents’ house in Dallas for his father’s birthday, his mother immediately put him to work cleaning out their attic, saying they didn’t need all the extra stuff in their old age. Jack went straight up to the attic, thinking it would kill time before his older brother arrived from Georgia.

Jack dug around in the attic, looking for things he thought would be good to keep and what could be given away or trashed. He found lots of old sports equipment and photos of he and his brother when they were kids. He saved the pictures. He found the pictures of when his mother and older brother met his father, and decided that that would be good to keep since it was his father’s birthday.

As he kept digging into the past, he found a box labeled A. Haywood. He assumed that whoever A. Haywood was, was probably his brother’s father. He assumed that his mother probably didn’t want that box anymore, but he saw some things sticking out of it. Out of curiosity, he rifled through its contents. He saw pictures of his mother with a man who looked like his brother, only douchier. He found baby pictures of his brother, which he thought would be good to keep, but the rest of the box could be trashed.

He grabbed the box to throw it out, when another item in the box caught his eye. He set the box down and pulled out the item, which was a map. The map was very aged, so he carefully blew the dust off of it. It looked like a map of Northern Mexico. Then he read the name of the map, “Mapa de la Ciudad del Logro.” He let out a loud gasp.

“Honey?” his mother called from downstairs.

“Mom? Mom!” he excitedly called back.

His mom climbed up into the attic. “What happened sweet-” she cut herself off when she saw the A. Haywood box. “Oh, Christ…”

“Mom, do you know what this is?!”

“It’s a box of Allan Haywood’s stuff that he didn’t talk with him in the divorce. I don’t know why I haven’t gotten rid of it yet,” Jack’s mom said, annoyed.

“No, I mean, do you know what this is?” he asked, emphasizing the map.

Jack’s mom looked over the map. “A map of northern Mexico?’

“No. it’s the Mapa de la Ciudad del Logro, or a map to Achievement City! Mom, this is what the Achievement Hunters have been looking for!”

“Here’s to hoping it won’t lead to another dead end,” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“Mom, can I take this map to Geoff?” Jack asked.

Jack’s mom sighed. “I would say yes, but if that map was anybody in this family’s property, it’d be your brother’s. You’d have to ask him.”

Jack nodded. “I can do that when I go pick him up from the airport in an hour.”

“Actually, your father and I would like to join you, seeing as it’s been a bit since we’ve seen him.”

“That’s fine-”

“AND, I’d prefer it if you didn’t bring up my ex-husband in front of your father. It wouldn’t be a very nice thing to be talking about on his birthday.”

Jack sighed. “Fine.”

“Good. Now I see you have set aside all the pictures and knick-knacks that we should keep. I’ll help you take the garbage down so we can throw it out.”

Jack nodded and they took the garbage out of the attic and threw it away. Once they were done, Jack and his parents drove to the airport to pick up his brother, Ryan. Ryan caught up with his parents, in the back, while Jack eagerly tapped his free foot in anticipation of getting to talk to Ryan.

Once they all got home, Ryan unloaded his bag from the car an everyone went inside. Once everyone got inside, Jack cornered Ryan. “Ryan, there’s something I need to ask you,” he said.

“I’m doing well and it’s nice to get to visit everyone, thanks for asking,” Ryan replied.

“No, that wasn’t what I was going to ask.”

“Daw, and here I thought you cared about me,” Ryan said, pouting in fake hurt.

“No, I do care about you. I love you, you’re a great older brother, and I’m glad we get to hang this weekend,” Jack said, defending himself

“Aw, I love you too, li’l bro,” Ryan said.

“It’s just that, I found something really cool today while cleaning the attic today, and I need your permission to use it.”

“Alright, what is it?”

Jack grabbed Ryan’s arm. “Come here, I’ll show you,” he said as he started to pull Ryan away.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Ryan yelped. Jack stopped pulling him. “Can I at least unpack, first?”

Jack nodded. “I’ll help you unpack. Then I’ll show you.”

They went to Ryan’s room and unpacked Ryan’s stuff. Once done, Ryan turned to Jack. “Alright, so what is it that you wanted to show me?”

“It’s in my room, come on,” Jack said, waving Ryan to follow him.

They walked to Jack’s room. Jack rushed over to his bed and grabbed the Mapa de la Ciudad del Logro. “A map in Spanish?” Ryan asked. Then he face-palmed. “God, more of your treasure hunting BS…”

“No listen. This is a map to Achievement City. This is what the Achievement Hunters have been looking for!”

“I’m glad you found that map, but what does that have to do with me? Or were you just eager to show me that you found it?”

Jack sighed. “When I was cleaning the attic today for Mom, I found this box with stuff that belonged to your dad-”

“Hey, no. Steven Pattillo, the man who raised the two of us and whose birthday it is, is the only dad I have, as far as I’m concerned.

“Fine. The box belonged to your biological father. I found this map in the box, and Mom said I would have to ask you if I wanted to use it.”

Ryan stroked his chin, pondering how he should respond. “Hm, treasure hunting is a bit tricky. And every time you think you’re on track to Achievement City, it’s just a dead end…”

“Dude, the Achievement Hunters have found legendary treasure before, like King John’s Jewels. It’s just Achievement City that’s been giving us trouble,” Jack argued.

“And you need my permission to use this map, that will probably lead you to another dead end, to find Achievement City?”

“Please, Ryan.” Jack pleaded.

Ryan looked at is brother and sighed. “Fine,” he agreed.

“YES!” Jack cheered. “I need to call Geoff-”

“Before you do that, I just want to let you know, I want a part of this hunt.”

“You are a part because you’re letting us use the map.”

“No, I mean I want to go on this hunt with you guys. You’ve always been excited about treasure hunting, and I want to know what all the hype is about. So, I want to see the treasure hunt for myself.”

“Oh, cool! It’ll be fun to go on a treasure hunt with my big bro. I’ll call Geoff to tell him about all this-”

“DINNER!” their mom called from the other room.

“-After dinner.”

“Come on, let’s go eat. It was a long day and I’m starving,” Ryan said.

“Let’s. Oh, and don’t worry, Mom and Dad got Diet Coke for you,” Jack replied.

“Yes! I love this family!” Ryan exclaimed. Jack and Ryan walked out of the room to dinner, with smiles on their face.

#RAC #ragehappy #rt fanfic #fanfic #treasure hunting au

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smilesthroughfandoms · 7 years

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Ok but

Am I the only one who thinks a Star vs. the Forces of Evil and a Milo Murphy’s Law crossover would be the best thing ever. I mean, there’s tons of potential plot points to explore, like:

Milo and Star get along like fire and gasoline and it does not help Marco, Zack, or Melissa’s heartrates at all

Murphy’s Law somehow being responsible for Star messing up about 53% of her spells and the gang trying to put everything back to normal.

Marco being a huge nerd for Dr. Zone (like it’s a close second to Mackie Hand)

Star confusing Murphy’s Law for an Evil Wizard’s curse and her trying to fix it and MIlo and Sara telling her to just chill for a second and let them explain

Milo takes one look at Ludo and his army and like a tree falls on them or something.

Star’s spells misfiring and accidentally destroys Cavendish and Dakota’s Pistachio Cart.

Star and Marco join Milo, Melissa, and Zack on all their misadventures and vice versa

Star finding out Zack used to be in a boy band and insisting on having him perform for her (it’s through threat of a Narwhal Blast that he finally does, and Melissa gets it all on tape)

Ponyhead not hating Milo or any of them as much as she does Marco but you know she is Star’s first bestie so...

Milo, Melissa, and Zack acting as protective younger siblings to Star whenever Tom shows up (Melissa in particular will fight the demon prince if it keeps Star safe)

Kelly and Tad think Milo, Melissa, and Zack are pretty cool and they always try and hang-out when they can

Cavendish and Dakota (mostly Cavendish) thinking Star and Milo are out to sabotage their missions (and Dakota’s just trying to figure out where these’s sparkly narwhals are coming from because they are not near and ocean at all!)

Murphy’s Law and Butterfly magic either helps, hinders, or cancels the other out. It depends on the situation.

Melissa coins the Term “Murphy-Butterfly Theorem” in an attempt to explain it. BY the time 2175 role around it’s a common phrase

Only Cavendish and Dakota know how it originally started but no one believes them, and honestly they’re not sure if they believe it.

Imagine Missing Milo with Star traveling with Milo and the Pistachio Protectors and Narwhal blasting King Pistachion like “Fight me demon plant!”

And while Dakota and Cavendish both bond with them, Dakota takes a particular shine to Milo, Cavendish takes one to Star because he’s always been a fan of fantasy magic novels growing up but he won’t admit it

Likewise, Star and Milo like them both but Star subconsciously prefers Cavendish because his uptight but well-meaning attitude reminds Star unconsciously reminds Star of her mom and she thiks his mustache is “Pretty Neat”

When Toffee shows up he tips off the Burea of Time Travelers and Block sends in Brick and Savannah and Star just annilates them (Dakoat and Cavendish are not-so-secretly amused that the “Syrup-Tsunami-Shockwave is what did the two of them in)

Murphy’s Law is what helps Star break the crystal prison in Storm the Castle

One cleaved wand+Murphy’s Law=Disaster most of the time

Cavendish and Dakota helping to fight back Ludo and his Bird and Spider whenever they attack Star and Milo and their friends

Both of them being slightly concerned (read: a bit terrfied) when Star almost gets sucked into the portal in Bon Bon

“Don’t worry, Milo and Star almost get sucked into menacing portals every other week.” “That’s not reassuring!”

Sara kicking but like “How dare you attack my little brother and his friends!” and utterly dominating in a fight

Star helping to set-up MIlo and Amanda and her squee-ing like a fangirl when it finally happens

Milo, Melissa, and Zack comforting Star about the whole Jarco thing

Janna adoring Milo because she thinks it’s cool that he has a “curse” on him. He doesn’t have the heart to argue with her so he lets her believe what she wants.

Jackie and Melissa being two chill girls who are two cool for you.

Melissa swindling Ferguson and Alphonso because you knwo she would do that

Star and Marco joing Just Getting Started and each playing Keys and Drums

Zack helping Star talk to Oskar, y’know musician to musician.

Melissa getting her own pair of dimensional scissors because why not?

Heckapoo and her get along like fire and gasoline too and it worries Marco and Zack just a bit.

Milo befriending Rhombulous after he froze him in crystal

Milo doesn’t blame him and helps Rhombulous understand Murphy’s Law better

During Battle of Mewni, Star carries around Marco’s hoodie and refuses to let Moon heal a scar she got from a Murphy’s Law incident

Because that’s her favorite scar, obviously

Moon and River adoring Milo, Melissa, and Zack and Moon hopes this added experience will help Star grow as a person

They’re just shell-shocked to meet royalty

Also Milo and Sara join Marco in his little spot during Battle for Mewni and they join “La Resistence!”

Cavendish and Dakota breaking the freaking laws of fundamnetal physics and helping Melissa, Zack, and Diogee to Mewni to help fight Toffee in Battle for Mewni

Them getting they’re just in time to see River levitato-d and them pieceing together just what Toffee wants and tipping off Moon and Buff Frog

Buff Frog adoring Milo, Melissa, Zack, Cavendish, and Dakota. The babies love them and vice versa all around

Before Marco litteraly punches Toffee’s heart out, Zack breaks his neck and through the power of random bs from the backpack, Milo and Melissa put a few holes in his chest and Sarah just throws a big rock at his head

Milo, Marco, Melissa, and Zack staying on Mewni for the summer with Cavendish and Dakota being like their guardians/nannies because they can handle the chatic weirdness and let’s face it those kids need protecting

Diogee and the laser puppies get along fabulously

No one lets the laser-puppies near Milo for obvious reasons

Cavendish and Dakota quit the Burea after the Battle for Mewni to protect the kids full time and since no one knows who to trust, Cavendish says they’ve been hired to “Protect Precious Pistachios” and Block, Brick, and Savannah find that kinda suscpicious

They have pistachios on Mewni but they’re not edible. Like, you can eat them if you want but they’re to tough to chew so you either make a drink out of it or not at all. Instead it’s used in Mewni like oak wood is used hear. For like furniture and stuff.

Cavendish and Dakota are big fans of Skywynne’s chapter of the book and Father Time’s Dimension

They all still time travel because why wouldn’t they

Alertnatively, Block finds out by accident about the Murphy’s and having Brick and Savannah investigate and it turns out that Eclipsa is somehow responsible for the creation of Murphy’s Law don’t ask I can just see it.

Eclipsa goes from being a loving granny to all the kids to secretly plotting they’re demise

She loves Star and Milo and all the kids fear and admire her in equal measures but sometimes they look up to her more than they should

Cavendish and Dakota going through the Butterfly family history to help Star and the kids learn more about how to make certain histories repeat themselves

Doing this leads them to gain a respect for Eclipsa but they are intimdated by her and try to avoid her interacting with them and the kids as much as possible

Star invents a lot of Pistachio related spells like “Pistachio-Power Punch!” Cavendish and Dakota are flattered and amused.

You’ve heard of the Llama Incident? How about the Warnicorn Incident?

Cavendish and Dakota are both equally annoyed by Glossaryck. Glossaryck is neutral about them and everything (he likes Milo a lot though, like, he finds his hijinks entertaining)

The rest of the Burea (namely Brick and Savannah) try to take out the Butterfly’s and Murphy’s only for Cavendish and Dakota to drop some knowledge on their ignorant and hasty butts.

Alternatively, the Burea makes a deal with Eclipsa (again don’t ask) and it back fires and the Kids and Cavendish and Dakota have to save them.

Cavendish in particular sassing them out like “Her title is The Queen of Darkness and that didn’t clue you in?!”

Star and Milo and the rest of them (mostly Star) shipping Dakvendish

In turn, Cavendish and Dakota have they’re own little betting pool about the kids relationships, Melissa obviously helps them.

They’ll take that secret to their graves though

Milo and Star being unstoppable forces of the Universe and woe to all who challenge them.

Theirs Princess Marco and Princess Melissa... Heinous hates them both and Gemini has both their dolls.

Cavendish and Dakota being 100% done with all the lizard-monsters who try to kill the kids. They’re worried of course, bu mostly done

“How many lizard-like-monsters are after you kids?” “We have no clue but maybe more?” “Work with us here, kiddos.”

Melissa is not afraid of Rasticore or Toffee or any force of evil like fight her

This does not help anyones heart rates

When Brick and Savannah finally figure out what Cavendish and Dakota do they’re 8% impressed and 92% horrified like “This is what you two idiots do on a day to day basis?” “It’s not that bad once you get used to it.” “Get used to what, almost dying?!” “I mean if you want to look at it like that...”

Imagine a Star vs, Milo Murphy’s Law, and Phineas ‘n’ Ferb crossover

Star adores Perry

All the animals get along and the laser puppies become honary agents

Phineas and Ferb making they’re own version of Star’s wand and using it to have the best day ever.

Star and Isabella getting along swimmingly.

JUst imagine all of this for a minute and tell me it’s not glorious

Has anyone besides me thought about this?

Because I have

A lot

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yellowninjaleopard · 4 years

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Autumn winds chapter twelve: reignited

Autumns eyes flew open, she looked around, the cold brick walls created an unwelcoming vibe, she sat up clutching her chest, she looked at her hands, she then looked up, only to notice all the other kids where in the same cell, not their spirits but...Them, alive and well, nona was the first to hug Autumn,then bandy, both Crying, it was only then she noticed is wasn't just them but also frisk..Facing chara through the bars, chara then noticed autumn, as well as the rest, they all stood up, autumn went behind frisk and held her hand, [*quit being such an attention freak, nobody cares about you're personal problems, especially not people you kill, so just stop being such an old traditional geezer] frisk jumped but then said to chara "yeah stop saying that, it's kinda getting old" chara soon began to kick the bars as Frisk kept resetting, autumn soon stepped forward and looked chara dead in the eye [*you done yet? You big baby? Did you get everything out of your system?] Chara then realised they were practically throwing a tantrum, over what frisk was doing. Chara then said that they were the chosen one and that humans were vile creatures that need to die, autumn began to chuckle, making chara confused, the other just watched. [*Really..? The "chosen one"? That's just stupid who even told you that? Some nut? You're family? Or the humans that hurt you? I mean, what are you part of some old-timey sadist voodoo cult? Because if you ask me-] she clutches the bars, feeling her chest burn, she shook a bit, finally lifting her head to face chara, her eyes turn black with small hazel dots in the middle, a wide grin across her face [*-thats the biggest load of BULL-SHIT I've ever heard.] Frisk looked at autumn, pale, autumn had never in her life said something like that, she said the words were for losers, not only that, her voice sounded, distorted, as if, she was...Not herself. Chara stepped back a bit, slightly scared, but he then said "d-dont be nieve, all humans will die! I will-" Jodie butted in "you mean like how you left your HUMAN BROTHER to die?" Chara froze, no words escape, how...How could she have known..? Jodie grinned at chara's face "oh you mean that lil, family story that was passed down? Everyone knows that my great grandfather's brother was a maniac and tried to kill him, smashed his head against the table, and for what? A video game? Or something else?" Autumn smiled creepily [*You think all human are scum? Well, who said you were above them? Who said you were any different than them?] Chara was speechless. Frisk then said "we don't have to be enemies. Maybe we can help you, what do you want?, Actually, don't answer that." Autumn walked forward, her eyes still the same. [*You think because of what happend you, that you think you're suddenly god? You think you know what true monsters are.? Because in my opinion.] She lunged forward, her head tilted to the side as she clutched the bars, causing chara to fall back, autumn's eyes turn completely black and empty, like voids, her smile grows wider, black tears leak from her eyes, her mouth is pitch black inside, her head twitched slightly.

[*YOU DONT KNOW THE QUARTER OF IT. ]

Chara got up, shaking slightly, he then began to walk towards the door "wait! Chara! Nobody else has to die!" Said frisk, but chara left anyway, autumn's face formed back to normal, she rubbed her eyes, her other eye returned to its beautiful sky blue. [*Yeah! You better leave! You stupid pscyso cultist!! You better watch you're back evil creep! Cause we're gonna stop you! Villain!] Autumn was suddenly interrupted by someone hugging her from behind, she Turned in the persons arms, it was frisk, she was hugging her and shaking, autumn looked at her confused [*frisk?] Frisk looked up at autumn, remembering her last reset, she began to sob and cry loudly into autumn's shoulder and clutch at her clothes. "Yo-you jerk! Tha-that was so stupid!!! Wh-what would i d-do if you left me again?! You could've died!!!" Frisk sobbed, autumn then understood what frisk meant, her eyes flood with tears as she hugged frisk. [*Frannie...Frisky bits...It's ok.. shhhh... Shh shh..] The others then joined the hug, crying too, [*fran..guys..I...I.*hic sniff* i I'm sorry...I couldn't just let him kill you...I'm sorry..] frisk then spoke, turning her head from snuggling into autumn's chest, looking up at her. "You don't need to protect me that much, but i still need you, we're a team autumn, i need you now more than before, especially after what just happened, you're the only ones i have on my side." Frisk then snuggled into autumn's embrace to dry her tears, autumn then realised how much she'd missed frisks cuddles and hugs, she buried her face in frisks hair, tears falling freely, landing on frisks head, the others watch with tears in their eyes, frisk then pulls away, autumn cups her cheeks, frisk holds her hands, frisk stared into autumn's mismatched eyes, they seemed like two completely different worlds, one a calming shade of oak like hazel, the other like a crystal pool of water, "what was that autumn? You totally turned into a demon and said the bs word!" Asked bandy, autumn looked at bandy confused [*i did? Woah, don't tell my parents ok? Sorry i honestly don't remember that at all, all i know is that my chest hurt] frisk looked at autumn concerned, but then smiled, autumn let her go as she began to make a save point, but was interrupted by another voice

"you know, i never really liked them"

To be continued...

[*knowing that you're bond with frisk is getting stronger, fills you with COURAGE.]

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Chapter 43 (adopted)

Nicole was cheeking her Facebook messages when she found a message from one of her “friends” Mai. “Mai messaged me, I wonder what she said?” Nicole said opening the message. The message said

-Trigger Warning-

“You little bitch, you are such a whore, I hope you die”

Nicole started to cry “What, what did I do, I haven’t really spoken to her since I started my classes, what’s going on?” she asked herself messaging Mai back saying “Mai what’s wrong, what did I do, are you ok?” Mai immediately messaged her back saying “You know what you did, you little bitch”

Nicole starting sobbing “No I don’t, Mai you and I haven’t really talked much since I started my classes, what’s going on?” she messaged back. “What the, she blocked me, I need dad but he’s at the theater, so looks like I’m going to the theater today” Nicole said getting ready.

-Time Skip To The Theater-

“It’s Monday so there's no show today, but he does have rehearsal” Nicole says walking into the theater. “Hey chocolate chip, why the long face?” Thayne asked her. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, is my dad here?" She asked him. “He just stepped out to get some lunch, come here chocolate chip, tell me what’s wrong” Thayne said picking Nicole up bridal style and bringing her to craft services and sitting down on the couch with her in his arms. Nicole immediately starting sobbing “M-my friend M-mai, s-she c-called me a-a bitch a-and a whore and a-a slut and s-she blocked me on Facebook” Nicole said sobbing. “Oh Nicole, do you know why she would do this to you?” Thayne asked her. “I don’t know why she’s doing this, I haven’t really talked to her all that much since I started my classes” Nicole said still sobbing.

Suddenly Oak came in and saw Nicole crying.

“Nicole sweetie, why are you crying, did someone hurt you, who, I’ll make them regret ever messing with my daughter” Oak said to her. “Oak, I think Nicole just needs you to maybe hold her and just let her cry, she’ll tell you once she has calmed down and she can speak” Thayne told him. “You’re right Thayne, come here sweetie, dad’s here, it’s ok, let it all out, and you can tell me when you’re ready to” Oak told her, taking her from Thayne and into his own arms. Nicole just cried and cried, and Oak just held her. After about an hour or so Nicole stopped crying “Dad, Mai, she called me a bitch, a whore and a slut and she said that she hopes that I die, I don’t even know what I did, why is she doing this to me, I thought we were friends?” Nicole told him. Oak was speechless, “One of Nicole’s friends bullying her, why would she do that to Nicole” he asked himself. Nicole’s phone went off “Who’s Kelly and why is she messaging me on Facebook?” Nicole asked checking the message. “What the… why is this happening, I don’t even know this person and she’s calling me such hurtful things, what did I apparently do!!!!!” Nicole screamed and started sobbing again. Oak took Nicole home and layed her down on the couch and grabbed his own phone, Nicole gave him Mai’s number and he called her. “Hello Mai speaking” Mai said when she picked up. “Mai this is Nicole’s father, she showed me the messages you sent her and the messages that, that girl Kelly messaged her, why are you doing this, what has Nicole apparently done to you that you would call her such horrible things and tell her that you hope that she dies?” he asked her. “Because she’s a little bitch, she’s so full of herself, oh look at me my dad’s in Hamilton, I’m so much better than everyone else, what a loser, using that to make friends and get popular” Mai said. “Mai, Nicole has never done that and you guys aren’t in high school anymore, so the whole trying to get popular thing is complete bs, you are bullying her, and I would like to know why, you two are friends, and Nicole has treated you like family, all of you guys, why are you doing this Mai?” Oak asked her. “Kelly told me that she was using the fact that you are in Hamilton to make friends and get popular, and I thought about it for a bit and I decided that she’s right she is, and I’m not her friend, she’s a bitch and I’m not friends with bitches” Mai said hanging up. “Who is this Kelly girl, and why is doing this to my daughter?” Oak asked himself. He then went to his Facebook and found Kelly and decided to talk to her. “Hello I am Okieriete Onaodowan, also known as Oak, I’m Nicole’s father, why are you bullying her and telling her friend all these lies, she doesn’t even know you, and the only reason I’m talking to you is because I hope that maybe this is all a big misunderstanding or something, why are you doing this to my daughter?” he asks her. “Screw you I can do whatever I want, and that little bitch deserves all of this, and yeah I made all that shit up, why, because I can, so f off” Kelly messaged him. “No you can’t do this, you have no right to bully someone you don’t even know” he told her. “I don’t care, I do whatever I want, and your daughter is such a bitch, she should just die, the world would be better off without her” Kelly messages him. “Ok now I’m mad, I tried to be nice and have a mature conversation with you but since you think that bullying people is ok and telling someone that they should die, that crosses the line, stay away from my daughter” he tells her. “Whatever” Kelly tells him.

-Time Skip-

-The Hospital-

-Oaks Pov-

“What happened, who did this to you?” I ask Nicole. “It was Mai, Kelly and their friend Connor, they pulled her into an alleyway and beat her up” Ariana tells me. “And Connor apparently had a knife and cut her arms a few times” Kyre tells me, he looks just as pissed off as I am. “Why would they do this to her, Nicole is such a wonderful person, she’s always kind to everyone, why do bullies always go after the kind ones?” Kyre asks. “They see people who are kind as an easy target, it’s disgusting that they do that to people” Ryan says. Suddenly Mai walks in holding some flowers. “What do you want?” Kyre spats at her, looking at her with a look of pure disgust. “I wanted to see if Nicole was ok, and I brought her some flowers” Mai tells him. “Leave, now” Nicole says coldly. “What, why, what did I do to you?” Mai asks acting innocent. “Don’t act so innocent you know what you did and I don’t ever want to talk to you, so leave now” Nicole says. “Fine, you are such a bitch” Mai says walking away. I see Kyre and Ariana try and jump her but I hold Kyre back and Kevin holds Ariana back. “Kevin let me go, she’s not going to get away with this” Ariana says to Kevin. I hear the sound of Nicole crying and I let Kyre go and Kevin lets Ariana go and they both go and comfort Nicole. “It’s ok Nicole, she’s gone, I can’t believe that she thinks that she can just walk in here, and act like she’s done nothing wrong” Ariana says.

-End Of Oaks Pov-

-Time Skip-

-Nicole is talking to Mai-

"How could you do this, I thought we were friends!" Nicole yelled crying. "Why do you care, you probably deserve all of this, that's what Kelly and I think, and by the way, you were never my friend" Mai spats at her. Nicole felt her heart break into a million little pieces "Stay away from me, and my friends, and everyone I love and care about, if that's how you are going to be, then fine you are no longer my friend" Nicole spats at her. Nicole runs away from Mai back to the apartment. She runs into her room and collapsed on her bed and cried. About an hour later she heard her bedroom door open. "Hey Nicole, are you ok, we're all here for you if you need us" A voice said. "I'm not ok, Mai and Kelly were basically bullying me, and Mai even said that I was never her friend" Nicole said sobbing. "It's ok Nicole, come here, everything is going to alright" the voice said. "Yo Ariana does she need a group hug?" A voice said. "Yes please" Nicole said as all of her real friends came over and hugged her.

-A Few Hours Later-

“Hey Mackenzie, what’s up, you ok?” Nicole said picking up the phone. “No, can you please come over, like now, please?” she asked Nicole crying. “I’ll be right over, hey dad I’m going to see Mackenzie, I’ll be back later” Nicole said to Oak. “Ok, be safe and text me once to get to Anthony and Jazzy’s place” Oak told her. “I will, I’ll be there soon Mackenzie” Nicole said grabbing her car keys and leaving.

-To Anthony and Jazzy’s apartment-

“Mackenzie what’s wrong, what happened?” Nicole asked Mackenzie after she quickly texted Oak telling him that she was at the apartment. “Philip, he cheated on me with some girl, and when I confronted him about it, he..he..he” Mackenzie said sobbing. “It’s ok Mackenzie you don’t have to tell me right now, whenever you’re ready, but right now Philip needs to be taught a little lesson, in a bit, right now you need a hug” Nicole said hugging Mackenzie. “Why would he do this, I thought he cared about me?” Mackenzie sobbed. “Let it all out Mackenzie, let it all out” Nicole told her. About an hour later Mackenzie had kinda stopped crying and Nicole was pissed. "He did what to you!?! Oh no, that boy is so dead, who does he think he is, Mackenzie what's his address, James and are going to go and teach him a little lesson" Nicole said taking her phone out and calling James. "Hello my love, what's up?" James says answering the phone. "You and me are going to teach Phillip a little lesson, he hurt Mackenzie, I'll explain the rest on our way to Phillips house" Nicole tells him. "Meet me by the Richard Rogers" she adds. "Ok ill meet you there" James tells her hanging up. "Here's his address Nicole, and can you please come back here once you guys are done doing whatever you are going to do to him, I don't want to be alone" Mackenzie ask her. "I will, I promise" Nicole tells her taking the piece of paper that had Phillips address written on it. "Thanks Nicole" Mackenzie says as Nicole starts to leave. "Mackenzie you are family, and family always has each other's back" Nicole says hugging Mackenzie. Nicole then leaves to go meet James and teach Phillip a little lesson. Nicole walked to the theater and saw James. “Come on we have to teach Philip that he’s not going to get away with hurting Mackenzie” Nicole told him. “What did he do?” James asked her. “He cheated on her, he broke her heart, James you should have seen how hurt she is, no one messes with my family, now come on” Nicole tells him as the run to Philip’s house. “Philip open up!” Nicole screamed banging on the door. Philip opened the door. “What do you want?” Philip spat at her. “You don’t speak to my girlfriend like that, and we’re here to teach you a little lesson about cheating” James says forcing his way into Philips house. “I didn’t do anything to Mackenzie, I’m just not into her anymore” Philip says to them. “You’re just not into her anymore, what are you five and you lost interest in a toy you were playing with, was that all Mackenzie was to you a toy, you hurt her, and no one messes with my family, but I can’t physically hurt you but I can say this, STAY AWAY FROM MACKENZIE AND IF I EVER SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR HER I WILL PUT YOU IN THE HOSPITAL DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?!?!?!?!??!” Nicole told him. “Y-yes ma’am" Philip said shaking. “Good, come on James, I think we’re done here” Nicole said as they left.

-Time Skip-

Nicole and Mackenzie are having a sleepover.

“Ok so we’ve got a ton of movies to watch and a lot of food, did you bring all of the pictures of you and that boy?” Nicole asked her. “Yep, what are we going to do with them?” Mackenzie asked her. “We are going to destroy them, is that ok with you?” Nicole asked her. “Yeah it’s 100% ok with me, that jerk I don’t ever want to see these pictures ever again” Mackenzie said handing Nicole a large box full of pictures of her and Philip. “Come with me” Nicole said as the two went to the kitchen. Nicole then got out two pairs of scissors, she handed one pair to Mackenzie “You ready?” she asked Mackenzie. “Yep, let’s do this�� Mackenzie told her. They began cutting up all of the pictures. After they did they watched movies, ate pizza, ice cream and a lot of junk food and stayed up late. “I’m glad tomorrow is Saturday, ahhh come Monday I have to see his stupid face” Mackenzie said. “You’ll be ok, just stay away from him and if he does anything let me know and I’ll pay him a little visit” Nicole tells her. “I will, and thanks Nicole, I really needed this” Mackenzie said while taking a bit of her slice of pizza. “You are so welcome Mackenzie” Nicole said to her.

#hamilton #Okieriete Onaodowan #lin manuel miranda #thayne jasperson

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toyfrog · 7 years

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Spader' Portguese Interview: Planting a Massive Oak Tree and Breaking Away!

Oh, yes he is.

Without a Doubt: Spader isn’t happy. And it seems his own fanbase are out of touch with his true feelings on the subject of fame, and why he just wants a simple work schedule like he had in Season 1?

Is that too much to ask? Apparently so. And because he’s been forced to work all the time, it’s taking him away from his private life.

HES NOT HAPPY.

But those who follow me *know* this already.

James Spader stars in “The Blacklist” since 2013. It’s more of a dark character in his career, the ones he’s drawn to.

[I’VE MENTIONED THIS: WHENEVER A LEAD ACTOR BECOMES FRUSTRATED WITH STORY, OR IN SPADER’S CASE, ADD THE SHOOTING SCHEDULE, THEYRE GOING TO VENT. NOT IN THE STATES BECAUSE THEY ARE PROTESTING IN THEIR OWN WAY THEIR DISTRESS OVER THE CURRENT STORY DIRECTION. ILL EVEN ADD ON THAT THE INTERVIEWEES ARE HAND PICKED BY THE SAME SOFTBALL CREW WHO WILL WRITE JUST ABOUT ANYTHING TO HYPE A BAD SHOW OR INTERVIEW THE SAME ACTOR OVER AND OVER THE ACTOR WHO LOVES TO HEAR HIMSELF TALK, LIVES THE SPOTLIGHT, NILS IS A TERRIBLE DISEASE FOR ROOKIE ACTORS. THEY START BELIEVING THEIR OWN PRESS UNTILL THOSE RATINGS CRASH THEIR Q SCORE]

[SO WHILE AMIR ARISON, AND RE TWEET THEIR ‘LOYALTY’ BECAUSE THEY ARE GETTING THE MOTHERLODE OF AIRTIME AND STORY, OTHER ACTORS REMAIN SILENT AND FOR GOOD REASON. THE SHOW IS ALARMINGLY IMBALANCED.]

James Spader’s debut in the art of representation took place in the cinema in the early 1980s, but in the nearly four decades of his career, the actor stood out as a TV character in “gray” or completely dark. That was the unethical Alan Shore of Fair Cause and Boston Legal or the puzzling Robert California of The Office. But also from Raymond “Red” Reddington from The Blacklist, NBC series issued in Portugal by SIC. Dressing the skin to these villains is not an imposition, but Spader admits in an interview that DN had access that feels “a certain attraction” by them.

“I’ve always found anti-heroes very attractive and of course playing a villain who mixes his evil with humor and irreverence can be a lot of fun,” he explains. [HERES THE DISCONNECT: RED IS A VILLAIN-HIS FANS REFUSE TO SEE THAT. INSTEAD THEY FEEL RED IS THE LONG SUFFERING HERO HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH LIZ. YEA. THATS *NOT* WHATS GOING ON HERE AT ALL. IN THE END, “HE MUST PAY.” READ THE FARMER PARABLE AND YOU’LL KNOW THE ENDING. It DOES NOT MATTER WHAT GOOD RED DOES IN THE FIVE YEARS….IN THE END, “HE KNOWS IN HIS HEART THAT HE MUST PAY.”]

In fiction, he believes, tyranny represents “in many respects the extremes of society” and is a “kind of morbid curiosity” in knowing these extremes that impels it.

[DO WE SEE HOW SPADER AND KLATTENHOFF APPROACH THEIR INTERVIEWS? ALL ABOUT THE CRAFT NOT THE STORYLINE. NEVER ABOUT THE STORYLINE BECAUSE PROFESSIONALS LEAVE IT TO THE WRITERS. BUT IF RATINGS SINK BECAUSE OF THOSE CHOICES, THE ACTORS THROW SHADE IN A PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE WAY AND SPADER BROUGHT HIS OAK TREE]

The success of his “Red”, the man most wanted by the FBI - who gave himself on the condition of being released and in turn helping to catch criminals on a blacklist - is also due to “luck” On television had come “at a time when anti-heroes were not plentiful.” “Now there’s probably more, though I do not have time to watch TV. I’m too busy doing it,” stresses the interpreter. [HE DOESNT WATCH TV HE DOESNT WATCH BLACKLIST ITS WHY HES NOT ON TWITTER HE GOES SHOOTS HIS SCENES AND GOES HOME. HE DOES NOT HANG OUT WITH ACTORS OR STAFF HE IS LIKE MANY ACTORS WHO PREFER TO AVOID THE SPOTLIGHT EXCEPT WHEN THE DIRECTOR SHOUTS, “ACTION”]

In his house, he says, “there is not a single television yet.” “I’ll move in soon, who knows if there will not be?” Jokes Spader, 57. “I do not know if this is not a paradox … I spend so much time, so many hours, [NOTICE HE KEEPS BRINGING UP HIS SHOOTING SCHEDULE? TRY MEMORIZING HIS DIALOGUE THE WINTER FINALE SHOWCASED SPADER FOR 21 MINUTES. THATS EXCESSIVE. He’d prefer ten maybe 8. 21 MINUTES LEAVES NO ROOM FOR ANYONE ELSE. FANS MAY BE FINE WITH THAT BUT SPADER ISNT. THATS OVERTIME] so many days, weeks and months to live within the television fiction and within the television drama … [SPADER IS TIRED. SPADER WANTS WHAT HE WAS PROMISED IN SEASON 1.I dedicate so much of my life to television as when I do not I’m working, I do not want to waste time with her, "he explains. [Her AS IN HIS GF? I would assume?]

Incidentally, probably not watching the fiction on the small screen is that James Spader does not have a formed and "objective” opinion on the evolution of the industry. “I do not know if I understand the business, I know it’s changing, it’s getting more involved and growing, it’s expanding in a dizzying way, [AND HERE COMES THE OAK TREE TO PROVIDE ENOUGH SHADE TO REACH LOS ANGELES] but it’s very complicated to be aware of what happens if we spend a lot of time working, [WORKING SHOOTING, NO TIME WITH HIS GF OR FAMILY NO TVS IN THE HOUSE DOESNT WATCH THE SHOW NOT ABSORBED IN RED ITS NOT HIM AND HES TIRED OF THE CHAOS-MY BELIEF, THE BAD WRITING. USING HIM TO FIX THE WRITING. USING HIS CHARACTER TO CARRY THE SHOW AND THE IMBALANCE TO THE SHOW] Which is my case, "he explains.

Compared to other NBC hit series such as This Is Us, Chicago Fire, Chicago Justice, or Timeless, [ALL THESE SHOWS HAVE BETTER RATINGS THAN THE BLACKLIST. THATS HOW BAD THE SHOW IS. WHEN ACTOR DOESNT USE THE EXCUSES OH, THERES MORE SHOWS ON TV, WE HAVE A BAD TIME SLOT, THE LIve 7 PPL WATCH-YEAH NO HE MAKES ZERO EXCUSES BECAUSE HE KNOWS.

ITS THE STORY TIER. HE WANTS IT TO GO BACK TO THE WAY IT WAS WHERE HE HAD LESS OF A SHOOTING SCHEDULE. SO FOR THOSE THAT SCREAM MORE RED AND LIZ AH THATS NOT WHAT SPADER WANTS. HE WANTS LESS.] The Blacklist ranks 13th among the 18 issued by the North American station. But it was once one of the biggest audiences. [BUT IT WAS ONCE ONE OF THE BIGGEST AUDIENCES. RECALL SALKE SAYING THE BLACKLIST IS POPULAR OVERSEAS? RECALL ME SAYING WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE BAD WRITING SHOWS UP? When PRESS DO INTERVIEWS THEY GET TO VIEW THE SEASON EPISODES. THATS WHY THIS INTERVIEW HAS BLACKLIST ON ITS DEATHBED] The fourth season, currently on display in the US, debuted in September last year with 6397 million viewers. The most recent episodes were below five million. [A BLOW INDEED ALL BECAUSE OF TOM PIMPING, ARAM PIMPING, ELISE PIMPING ALEXANDER KIRK PIMPING, SARAM PIMPING KEEN2 PIMPING AND FINALLY PLOT DRIVEN STORY WITHOUT PIMPING THE THREE MAIN LEADS AS THE SMASH CREDITS INDICATE FOR A REASON: RED/LIZ/RESSLER. NO INTERACTION WITH THE MAIN LEADS REFLECTS THE RATINGS-THE WRITERS KNOW WHAT THEY DID THATS WHY THEY ARE SILENT AND SO DO THE ACTORS. CURRENT STORY DIRECTION SINCE 3B KILLED THE SHOW] A blow that has left the doubt in the air: will NBC cancel or renew the story? [TWO MILLION VIEWERS LOST AND COUNTING. EUROPE SENDING THE SIGNAL TO NBC AND THE SHOW:FIX IT]

Spader remains optimistic, and believes that what has so far kept this story on air "is a strange mix of things,” [HERE COMES THAT MASSIVE OAK TREE AGAIN JUST PLANT IT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WRITERS ROOM OR ON TOP OF EISENDRATH'S DESK] including the fact that screenwriters are in Los Angeles [OMG WRITERS YOU ARE OUT OF TOUCH WITH THE MECHANICS OF NEW YORK AND OF COURSE BY THE TIME NY GETS THE SCRIPTS EDITS HAPPEN ADJUSTMENTS HAPPEN REGULARLY] and recordings take place in New York. “We do not even live our lives at the same time … [HE HATES HIS SHOOTING SCHEDULE DID I MENTION THAT? IF LA IS WRITING AT FOUR PM SPADER AND GANG ARE FILMING AT 7 PM OR 9 pm, OR TEN PM OR SIX AM OR 8 AM TO ACCOMODATE LOS ANGELES AND TO ACCOMODATE A SPIN OFF] The series is strange, sometimes surprising [SOMETIMES SURPRISING IOW HELL GET A GOOD SCRIPT LIKE CAPE MAY OR IN S3 IN MARVIN GERARD BUT MOST OF THE TIME ITS STAGNANT, PREDICTABLE AND PLOT DRIVEN] and intense, sometimes irreverent, [OAK TREE] sometimes passive [PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE] and still volatile.” [IOW IF THEY DO A 180 STORY FLIP BACK TO ITS As DIEGO SAID REGARDING S3 A MAGICAL FORMULA, NOT PLOT DRIVEN BS THE SHOW CAN LAST. BUT HE DOESNT WAX POETIC NOR DOES HE SUGARCOAT THE HYPE AND HE BRINGS UP IRREVERENT SOMETIMES? Yeah look it up. HES NOT HAPPY. ]

On the direction he would like to see the plot follow, [MAN I LOVE THIS YES JAMES WHAT PLOTLINE DO YOU WISH FOR BOKENKAMP AND EISENDRATH TO FOLLOW IM GOING TO GUESS ITS NOT KEEN 2 ITS NOT THE BABY, ITS NOT THIS ISOLATION OF THE LEADS AND HE NEVER MENTIONS RED AND LIZ NOTICE THAT?] the actor only says that “the most satisfying is when there is an abrupt change.” [ABRUPT CHANGE OR AS WE SAY IN THE INDUSTRY A 180 STORY FLIP. End KEEN2, SHAKE THINGS UP GO BACK TO RED/LIZ/RESSLER ENOUGH OF ARAM HES HAD THREE STORYLINES IN ONE YEAR AND TOM HAS HAD THE MOST EXPOSURE THAN ANY ACTOR COMBINED AND WHAT DID THEY GET? LOSS OF ADVERTISING 0.7! KEEP IN MIND IF TBL DEBUTS AT 0.8 ITS TOAST. It needs 1.0 TO STAY IN CONTENTION] “I think we’ve already been successful in that aspect and it was precisely these heights I most liked The Blacklist.”

[OY SPADER IS NOT HAPPY. FANS ARE NOT HAPPY ADVERTISERS AND NETWORK ARE NOT HAPPY AND NOW WRITERS ARE SILENT. FOR SPADER, ITS JUST A PAYCHECK NOW. BETTING ON RE WAS STUPID. GO BACK TO ORIGINAL STORY DIRECTION LIKE I SAID-A 180 STORY FLIP…SEEMS THATS EXACTLY WHAT SPADER WANTS: ABRUPT CHANGE AND IF THEY DONT DO IT AND LEAVE IT LIKE IT IS I DONT THINK HE WILL RENEW HIS CONTRACT BUT CONTINUE TO PLANT THAT MASSIVE OAK TREE .]

#theblacklist #jamesspader #Interview #Breakdown #TheWritersAdvocate #raymond reddington

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sage-nebula · 7 years

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About Lillie; you probably talked about this at the time I was avoiding spoilers for Sun/Moon. So I'm just curious, what didn't you like about her ending? Or her character arc overall? =)

I don’t have problems with her character arc overall, and in fact feel that it was the best one in the game (mainly because she’s the only character in the game to actually have a legitimate character arc, but nonetheless). It’s specifically her ending that I have problems with, and two in particular:

The simplest issue I have is the fact that she was not able to keep Nebby, supposedly because she “wasn’t a trainer” and thus couldn’t take Nebby with her. This is straight up nonsense, because:

Preschoolers train pokémon in these games. Preschoolers. And you can’t even say that they just have baby pokémon, because you can face preschoolers in the Battle Tree who have very strong pokémon, and Youngster Tristan challenges you for your Champion title at the League! Age or inexperience are not valid reasons for why Lillie couldn’t become a trainer right there, right then when Nebby evolved into either Solgaleo or Lunala. Sure, she wasn’t a trainer before, but I had plenty of Ultra Balls (or whatever else) that she could borrow to capture Nebby. If it was Lillie, I’m sure Nebby wouldn’t have even put up a fight. So her lack of experience/age could not have been a reason. (Not that she even tried to give a reason. It was just, “I’m not a trainer” and that’s it.)

She decides to go to Kanto and become a trainer after the main events of the game, and yet she still doesn’t take Nebby with her. Again, there’s no reason for this. She was planning to become a trainer, so have Nebby be her first! She’s the one who raised them! You can’t even say, “Well, she wouldn’t be able to control Nebby” because again, I’m positive Nebby would listen to her. If nothing else, Nebby could just be her travel companion while she gets and trains a more traditional starter from Oak (or whoever is the Kanto professor at this time). Since she has finally decided to be a trainer in the last portion of the game, there’s no reason why she couldn’t take Nebby from the player and go to Kanto with Nebby in tow. It doesn’t make any sense whatsoever, and no excuse is good enough.Essentially, the real reason why Lillie was unable to become a trainer right then and take Nebby with her (or at least take Nebby with her at the end of the game when she left) is because the player had to have a couple more doses of Lillie gushing over them to make them feel special, as well as their very own mascot legendary to shove into a box at the Pelago and never interact with again. It was all about the ‘dex completion, not about what actually made sense or would be fair to Lillie. Lillie got fucked over just to give the player something nice, because god knows there would be Dudley Dursleys out there who would pitch fits over not getting to keep either Solgaleo or Lunala (even though you get another one by capturing your very own cosmog later and so YOU REALLY HAD NO GODDAMN RIGHT OR REASON TO KEEP NEBBY AT ALL). Also, if they are planning sequels that take place in Kanto (and feature Lillie as the rival), I guess it would be kind of obscene if you had a Lvl 5 bulbasaur and she had a Lvl 70 Solgaleo—but at the same time, again, Nebby could just be her travel companion and she could battle with lower-level pokémon. It’s not very hard to give a narrative reason for it that doesn’t completely fuck Lillie over for the sake of appeasing a potential spoiled brat playing the game.

I take extreme issue with the fact that Lillie is forced to look over at her abusive mother at the end of the game. No, I don’t think that being comatose is enough of a punishment for Lusamine. Lusamine should have died. Or at the very least, even if she didn’t die, her children should not have been forced to look after her “because she’s still [our] mother.” That’s disgusting. It’s vile. It makes my skin crawl. I’m well aware of the differences in culture and attitude between the east and west; I know the familial piety is very, very important in eastern cultures such as Japan, and so I don’t need to be lectured on that. What I’m also aware of, though, is my own experiences with an abusive mother, and how she repeatedly sent me on a first class ride through guilt trips about how I was “betraying” her by going to live with my father, how she “needed” me, how I was selfish and ungrateful, and how she even got her side of the family to loathe me for leaving when I was a teenager, because quite obviously I was in the wrong and it was my duty to stay. The fact that Lillie has to take Lusamine to Kanto to try and cure her, and the fact that Gladion is stuck at the Aether Foundation until Lusamine returns, and the fact that they were both said to be taking care of her before the player challenged the League, is revolting. Lusamine horribly abused both of those children, and yet they’re stuck caring for her while she basically gets off scot-free, and both of her kids are back right where she wants them. It’s abhorrent and, to be honest, it put an extremely sour taste in my mouth that colored my perception of everything that came before it. Unsurprisingly, terrible endings can do that.

So yeah, overall Lillie’s arc was well done. She grew and matured as a person, she found her courage and her strength. That was very well done. But her ending was terrible, because not only did she not get to keep Nebby because of BS reasons, but she got stuck with her abusive mother to boot. It’s terrible, and she deserved much better.

#somegiantmess #//#///#////#/////#pokemon spoilers #pokemon sm spoilers

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