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unmaskedagain · 4 years

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Marinette: Stone Cold

Ok so i love this prompt but it took forever to get to. And as soon as I did its like suddenly I was swamped with everything. So frustrating. But I finally finished it. And I love it. @vixen-uchiha

Marinette was six-years-old when her parents died in a car crash. She had been at school when the vice principle, Mrs. Valmontes, stopped by and pulled her out of class. The little black haired girl had known something was wrong instantly as Valmontes had smiled just a little hard at her and much more gently than what she was known for.

Still, she had been really surprised to see Office Raincomprix, her classmate Sabrina’s dad, waiting for her in the principle. Marinette always thought he was really nice; always jolly and quick to lend a hand to the teacher at the end of the day if he got to class early to pick up Sabrina. However, he too, seemed rather despondent when Marinette entered the room. His partner, a rookie named Lorna, looked really sad too.

They took her down to the station where she was led to one of the back offices. Sabrina’s dad waited with her there. And then woman name Susanna LeFlont, who Marinette would later learn was a grief counselor. Then they told her.

Susanna held her as she cried and begged and called them liars, until she couldn’t cry anymore. And then they gave her a stuffed animal, and said they would try calling her relatives to pick her up.

They came back an hour later, saying they got ahold of her parents’ emergency contact…

Marinette’s Uncle Jareth Dupain.

She had frowned when they said his name because to her he had never been Jareth Dupain. No, he was always her cool Uncle Jagged. So it took her a second to remember that his real name was Jareth Dupain-Stone, her father’s younger half-brother. Marinette even briefly remember her dad mentioning having to change their emergency contact after his mom, Gina, passed away a few ago.

He was only 20 when Marinette born and he was always a budding Rockstar so he wasn’t around too much. And 6 years later he was the biggest rockstar in the world. Still, that didn’t stop him from rushing to the police station, Penny hot on his trail, and pulled his sweet niece into the biggest hug he could.

Jagged took his niece to the hotel room to get her settled and had Penny go back to the bakery to get some of her things. He didn’t think it was a smart idea to take her there yet; not when the wounds were still so fresh.

Still as the twenty-six year old Rockstar stared at the small form cuddled up to Fang, he realized for the first time that he was all Marinette had in the world; the only family she had left. The only family he had left.

So he knew, despite the lawyers taking days to contact him regarding who Marinette’s guardian would be, that it was him. Jagged was the person Tom had entrusted to protect and watch the most precious thing he had the entire world; his daughter. And he wouldn’t let his brother down.

Tom had always been the best big brother anyone could have. And when Jagged’s own father, Tom’s Stepfather (as tom’s own father had suffered a heartache when Tom was a teen), had walked out, Tom had stepped up. He showed Jagged, who was still called Jareth at the time, how to be a man. He believed in Jagged’s rockstar dream when Jagged didn’t even believe in them himself.

Jagged would do right Tom, by Sabine; he would do what they would do if the situation was reversed and they were given Jagged’s kid to care for.

He would raise Marinette as he own. And though he knew would never come close to being the father that Tom Dupain had been…

Jagged would damn well try to be.

…

Jagged Stone, Shattered Roses, Nightmare’s Hail Mary, Unmasked Dragon, True Born Rejects, and Emancipated Mirrors were some of the biggest rock band in the world. Whenever, they went on tour together, they were the epitome of what people thought Rock Stars were. They were loud. They partied all night. Groupies hung around everywhere. To them, it was paradise. When all the bands were invited to go on the Kings of Neverland tour, with Jagged Stone headlining, they expected very much the same as they were used to. Jagged always had the most Rockin tour bus. His parties were legendary. They came to expect it.

However, when Neon Savage (front man of the Shattered Roses), Austin Knight (Leader of Unmasked dragon and lead Guitarist), and Niklaus Bane (Lead vocalist of True Born Rejects) showed up with beers and all other sorts of alcohol the day before their opening concert for the tour, they came across something very unexpected.

Or rather someone.

A little Asian girl with pigtails in her Blue hair, a tiara on her head, in a rainbow tutu paired with a black too large Guns N Roses shirt, her hand on her hips, no shoes, and a rather large crocodile next to her.

“What’s with the ballerina?” Austin asked. He had dyed silver hair done in a stereotypical emo style, grey eyes, and too many piercings. He was slim and tall.

Niklaus sighed in relief, “Oh good, you see her too!” He had curly blond hair, dark brown eyes, and wore mostly black. He had ripped jeans and a red tie. The tie was as red as the whites of his looked. “Why is your hair blue?”

“Because Uncle said I could,” She answered and pointed a figure at them, “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Savage scoffed, “You got that twisted, kid.” He was a bulk guy, with long dark hair, and a severe expression on his face. His arms were covered in tattoos. He played in a metal band, and it was obvious. “Where’s your mommy?”

“Dead,” The little girl said bluntly. “I live with my Uncle Jagged now. This his tour bus, and you’re not supposed to be here.” She glared at them. “Fang, Stranger Danger!”

What happened next was a bit of a blur. One minute they were fine, the next they were being chased around Jagged’s tour bus by a rather vicious crocodile while pint-sized twerp laughed.

Lucky for them, their yells for help were overheard by Penny and Jagged who had been working in back, “What’s going on?” Penny asked as she ran in.

“Mates, what the h. e. double hockey sticks is going on?” Jagged asked right on his assistant’s tail.

Austin, who had jumped on top one of the shelves, gave Jagged a confused look, “Better question; what the hell did you just say?”

“Ooohhhh! There’s five bucks for the swear jar!” The little girl taunted.

Jagged glared at rockstar, “Watch it! A Kid’s in the room!”

Savage glared at his longtime friend, “Who the fuck do you think set Fang on us?!” He cast a dark look at the crocodile. “Stranger danger my ass! I’ve known you sent you hatched, you overgrown cheap pair of boots.”

“That’s ten buck for the swear jar!” The girl said.

“Ten bucks?” Austin frowned. “Kinda of steep for just two swear words.”

“I swear to God-” Savage growled but was cut off.

“Chill, mate,” Jagged said. “This is my niece Marinette.” He gave her a loving smile. She beamed up at him brightly. He had been taking care of her for a year now. “I told ya about her.”

“You didn’t say she was Satan!” Austin whined. Fang had bitten him, the slowest of the three, quite a lot, and he had a giant hole in his jacket.

“I’m not Satan,” Marinette huffed. “I’m a ballerina, princess, Rockstar on my way to a tea party with Duchess Rosy Sparkles, of the Unicorn Fairies. And guess what, you’re not invited!”

“Oh that’s just mean,” Niklaus complained.

“She sicked a mini dinosaur on us,” Savaged hissed.

“Yeah, well, now she hurt my feelings.”

Jagged sighed. The guys were some of his closest friends, and by the look up the “entertainment” they brought, they were ready to raze it up like always. But things had changed. Jagged couldn’t be that guy anymore. “Marinette’s staying with me from now on,” He reminded them. “No parties on the tour. She has a bedtime. And doesn’t need to see “us” at our finest, no matter how Rockin we are.” Jagged shrugged. “Spread the world, my bus is off limits.”

The rock stars grumbled a bit but didn’t leave. They could hang with Jagged without presence of booze, weed, loud music, and groupies. It would be a little weird but they’d managed. Jagged was their friend; they’d known him before any of them became famous and stayed close well after. They hadn’t been there for him as much as they wanted to after Tom died; too many commitments, too many required appearances in different countries that had taken them away. But they were there now. And if being there for one of their best friends meant regularly chilling with a six-year-old, then they’d deal.

Savage grunted, “Austin, get rid of the booze.”

“By ‘get rid of’, I assume you meant put back in my tour bus,” The silver haired guitarist corrected.

Niklaus raised his hand like he was a student in class, “I get the whole no alcohol thing; that stuff will kill ya. But what your feelings on pot?”

Jagged just sighed. It was going to be a long summer.

The three musician, and even the other Rockers on tour, slowly but surely got used to the seemingly near constant presence of a six-year-old around Jagged or running around backstage. And the swear jar was a serious thing. It didn’t count when they were singing on stage but off it and anywhere near Marinette and they found themselves forking over five dollars for ever swear word. It added up a lot. And quickly.

Jagged’s tour bus, instead of being the Party palace it used to be, now was the chill zone. It was also the cleanest of all the tour buses. No empty beer bottles everywhere. No one random passed out anywhere. No having to watch out for throw up. No rabid fans, as Jagged had increased his security to Tony Stark worthy levels.

All they had to do was mind their manners and remember that Marinette was very impressionable at her age.

“OH screw you!!!!!!” Savage roared as he jumped up and frantically mashed buttons on his controller. “I’m not losing!”

They had been babysitting Marinette all day while Jagged did an interview Buzzfeed.

Austin snickered, “Says you.” His character raced past Savage’s. Only for something to hit him and send poor little Yoshi spinning out of control. “Did you- did you just blue shell me, bitch?” He hissed at Niklaus.

“Nooo!” Niklaus said sarcastically. “Hey!!! Not nice, brat!” He told Marinette after a banana caused him to slip off the ice.

Marinette smiled easily, but there was a determined look in her eyes. Her hair was jelled into a faux-hawk courtesy of Ashley Crimson, from lead singer for Emancipated Mirrors, an all-girl punk rock band.

“Die, scumbag!” Ashley roared as her racer zoomed by. She was a vivacious redhead. Her and her bandmates got used to being some of the only girls around that weren’t either working for one of the rock stars or were scantily clad fangirls who do “anything” to get backstage.

“You’re going down, twerp!” Savage told Marinette.

“Bite me!” She snapped back just as Jagged and Penny walked into the tour bus.

Jagged crossed his arms, “What did you morons do to my sweet little niece?”

“Nothing!” Niklaus, Ashley, Savage, and Austin chimed together.

“Savage taught me to throw a punch, and or kill a man.” Marinette smiled happily. “I helped Austin set up a glitter bomb in Nightmare’s Hail Mary tour bus. Niklaus and I are banned from Chuckie Cheese. Ashley and I spray painted her ex boyfriend’s car. Cleo and I got arrested. We disturbed the peace!!” Cleo was a pink haired girl who played drummer from Nightmare’s Hail Mary. She had to rush off for her own interview. “Oh and we’ve only been Playing Mario kart for an hour but they each owe like a hundred bucks to the swear jar.”

There was silence as the words were processed.

“And not one of us taught her how to keep a freaking secret?” Ashley face palmed.

Jagged just sighed.

…

For the next few years that was Marinette’s life. Austin, Niklaus, Savage and Ashley became pseudo Uncles and Aunt to Marinette.

She spent most of her childhood on tour with her Uncle; going from to place, concert after concert. Marinette was homeschooled and didn’t mind it. Jagged went on tour with a bunch of different people over the years and she got to meet all sorts musicians; Clara Nightingale, Ed Sheeran, Adam Levine, Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco, Taylor Swift. Her favorite were the award shows though. Through them, she got to meet all her favorite actors. And was inspired to start designing on her own clothes after seeing so many fabulous looks. She got to model and do some acting. In her free time, she ran a very popular fashion blog/youtube channel.

The press had always loved her. To them, she was Marinette Stone (Jagged didn’t want her real name released to the media). She was always on the best dressed list, frequently seen with various celebrities, and could be found on the cover of various magazine.

However, when Marinette was eleven, she begged her Uncle to let her go to school with other kids. She was getting older and she wanted to have some type of normal childhood. It took him a year to agree. Her uncle Jagged had become quite protective over the years.

So Marinette went back to Paris. She cut her hair, used her given name of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Her Uncle bought a grand penthouse not too far away from her new school, and whenever he was gone her bodyguard, a sweet woman named Harlow who was former CIA, was in charge of her. She started at her new school with a smile on her face.

Not long after, she became the hero Ladybug.

Everything was great. She had friends, a normal social life, went to school with other kids her age. She wasn’t constantly being followed around by paparazzi. She still ran her fashion blog and had frequently updates. It was perfect.

It took two years for it to go bust.

The reason’s name was Lila Rossi.

And she was the biggest liar Marinette had ever met. And Marinette had grown up in the entertainment industry.

Lila made wild claims that the other kids just ate up. A simple google search could refute all of them. The ones Marinette could stand was always about Jagged. Like her Uncle, or an airline, would be reckless enough to let a kid race on to an airport to save a cat; not that Jagged had ever own one. Fang was territorial.

Lila made her out to be a bully, and slowly Marinette lost all her friends. Her only one left was Adrien, her partner Chat Noir. The blond and Marinette had modeled together a few times and he had recognized Marinette despite her new looked but he kept it a secret. Because of their history, Marinette developed a crush on the other and Adrien was quick to lose his crush on Ladybug once he found out it was his dear friend behind the mask.

When Marinette was exiled to the back, Adrien was quick to join her (much to Lila’s fury) and nothing could change his mind. Mostly because he was sick of Lila always touching him despite his vocal protests, and Bustier not doing anything about it.

Soon Marinette things started being messed up or destroyed; her homework, her sketchbooks and pencils, her jacket. She was tripped and called rude names. Her cellphone, (Well one of her phones. She had two; one she used as Marinette Stone. One for Marinette Dupain-Cheng; a number only her classmates had.) was filled with mean texts.

Bustier caved to demands and had her excluded from class trips and events due to being a negative influence; again Adrien decided not to go either, and Lila was Akumatized once he said this. Marinette hadn’t been surprised. Bustier always ignored the bullying and harassment clearly happening in front of her. Still, Marinette decided to start recording her classes a hidden camera on her desk, on the corner of the celling and even on top of the whiteboard behind Bustier. It was just in case anything took a serious turn.

Still losing all her friends because of a few promises and dreams of glitz and glamour had been a wakeup call. Her Uncle had warned her. Her Aunt Penny, who Jagged had married with Marinette was ten, had warned her. So did Savage, Ashley, Cleo, Austin, Clara, and Niklaus. They told Marinette to watch out for fake friends and gold diggers, coattail clingers and desperate wannabes; people who would sell out every secret she had to the paparazzi behind her back just for five minutes in the spot light. So called friends who would do anything to get ahead, to get famous.

And it was clear that’s who most of her ex-friends were. Even Lila learned the hard way. When she told Alya about her mom meeting with some important celebrity about their Go Green initiative, this wasn’t a lie as it would turn out. However, the glasses-wearing girl posted it online, despite Lila legitimately asking her to keep it a secret. Lila got in big trouble with her mom apparently.

The teacher, Bustier, was awful but she always had been. Marinette ignored it in the past because at least she had her friends. But if that witch told Marinette to be a better example one more time, it was over.

Everything came to a head after Marinette got expelled, granted she was brought back after evidence that it was impossible for her to have cheated surfaced, and the bluenette decided enough was enough. She finally gave in and told her Uncle everything.

Jagged was pissed. He cursed up a storm; enough to fill the swear jar ten times over and buy Marinette a car.

It took a while to get him to calm down. And to convince him that Marinette could handle it. She had a plan.

Still, she remembered that Uncle was a wild card.

Friday, during lunch, Marinette was eating in the cafeteria, when suddenly the lunchroom doors burst open, “Marinette,” Jagged called as he entered, trailed by a happy Penny and bodyguards “Where’s my favorite little fashion designer?”

Marinette just sighed.

Adrien smirked at her; looking way too amused. The jerk must’ve known. She had thought it was strange that he wanted to eat in the cafeteria. The two rarely ate on the school grounds, opting and preferring to go to local restaurants rather than deal with terrible food and pesky classmates. Still Marinette didn’t mind as long as they away from her classmates. And they did.

Kagami, Aurore, and Claude gave her perplexed looks.

The students in the cafeteria went wild. Girls and guys screamed, and tried to get pictures. Jagged ignored them and went straight to Marinette’s table, walking passed where Bustier’s student at lunch. Alya shook Lila’s shoulder and pointed at Jagged, and loudly asked if Lila could get her an interview. Lila looked horrified.

Jagged beamed when he reached Marinette, “There you are, you’ve been ignoring my texts,” He accused. Which to be fair, Marinette had been. Her Uncle had been coming up with way too many revenge plots to be healthy. “I decided I need a new look for the VMAs; something rockin, something tasteful, something to show remind the world the amazingness that the Rock Gods have blessed them with.”

“I’m at school,” Marinette told him.

He smirked, “Then Learn to answer a text,” The Rock star shrugged. “But fine; we can talk later. How about at my concert, yeah. You and your friends” he motioned to the kids at Marinette’s table, “Can have backstage passes. We’ll talk then. But I really want you to wow me. Maybe get a matching hat for Fang too.”

“Fang?” Adrien asked innocently. Still Marinette could practically hear see the script he was reading off of. “Is that your cat?”

Jagged gasped as if insulted, “Cat? Do you think I’d ever own anything as ordinary as a cat? Me? Jagged Stone?! I should be insulted, mate. I hate cats, always have. Never owned one, never will. Fang’s a crocodile. Marinette’s knows. Fang loves her.”

“That is strange,” Kagami shot Marinette a smirk which caused Marinette to nearly hiss at the betrayal. Kagami knew too?! “Lila said you did.”

“Lila?” Jagged asked. “Who’s Lila? I don’t know a Lila.”

“Lila Rossi?” Aurore offered. “The Ladyblog practically swears in an interview that Lila Rossi saved your cat from being hit by a plane or something.”

Jagged scoffed, “What a loud of bull! Any journalist that believes that is not worth the pen they write with.” Gasps were heard. “But I heard that rumor. Didn’t know where it was from. Thanks for letting me know who I should sue. This Ladyblog and Lila Rossi will be hearing from my lawyers.”

It was a photo finish as to who fainted first; Alya or Lila.

Lila went home right after that. This caused the reactions of the class to be split. Half the class still defended Lila; refusing to believe their golden ticket was lying. The other half was ready to burn her at the stake; they had carried her books, done her homework, wrote her notes, nearly everything for her.

Marinette just sat back and watched with amused eyes. If they thought this was bad, they hadn’t seen anything yet.

That weekend Marinette Stone released a video on her blog about bullying. She had been mentioning her own trouble with bullying for months and people had asked her for more information.

The title of the video was:

Bullying Stone: The Expose

In it Marinette revealed that at her school she went by Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her real name, and had a new look. She told about how much she liked school at first. And they what changed; that it all started when a new girl arrived and started telling lies about celebrities about Marinette. She told the story of how she was expelled; and just how many procedures were broken when it happened.

Marinette used the recordings she had of class, and even showed up the horrible texts she got.

“As you can see the teacher does nothing,” Marinette frowned. “It’s all happening right in front of her and she does nothing. In the next video, you’ll see someone being sexually harassed, in front of the teacher and she doing nothing about it. And then what victim blaming looks like. Again, as a reminder, all these videos and pictures are unedited.” She had offered to blur Adrien’s face but he declined, and even appeared in the video too and talked about his own experience.

At the end of the video, Marinette looked straight at the camera, “Anyone can be bullied; famous or otherwise. If you’re being bullied; speak up. Tell your parents, your Aunts, your Uncles, your siblings, your cousins, teachers who you know will actually do something about it. I waited too long to tell someone. I regret that. They thought what they were doing was hurting me. They thought I’d be miserable without them. They thought I’d cry and break and come crawling back to them. They thought wrong. You can bully Stone but it takes a hell of a lot more than that to break it.”

The video went viral in an hour. And people were angry. The people who knew Marinette and loved her were beyond furious. Jagged, even more so, as he hadn’t seen the videos before, read the texts.

Marinette Stone’s phone blew up with texts and calls. She was tweeted and retweeted thousands of times. And she got far too many, ‘You want me to kick their asses for you. I can kick their asses for you,” texts. But she had known she’d get them.

The Ladyblog was ripped for lies by celebrities who been lied about on site and fans.

Gabriel Agreste, Adrien told her, was pissed about what had been happening to Adrien, in front of a teacher no less. Lila Rossi fired. And if Lila ever had dreams about working in the fashion industry, they were over.

Savage, after berating her for not kicking Lila’s ass, told her he and the gang (Austin, Cleo, Ashley, and And Niklaus) was coming over for some Mario Kart and artery clogging fast food.

When the call disconnect, Marinette got a text from him.

Why did you sic Fang on them?

And that’s a five for the swear jar!

Marinette couldn’t stop laughing.

#ml salt #ml fic #ml salt fic #marinette dupain cheng #Marinette deserves better #adrien deserves better #adrien agreste #alya salt #class salt

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It would be cool if they did another 400 days type mini series with some characters. like showing us the beginning/middle/different parts of the apocalypse from the perspectives of: Marlon, Louis, Violet, Sophie, James, and Lilly. I think it would do well

I think something like this would do well, too. We talk about this a lot and I keep hoping that if we continue to talk about it, they’ll somehow hear us and actually do it haha.

Just think of the possibilities- a game with each episode dedicated to following a different protagonist during a different time in the apocalypse, telling a previously unheard story. They could even do more character-driven stories that focus more on that aspect rather than the walkers and outside dangers, y’know?

Really the only downside I could see if they actually did this is that people outside the fandom would be whiney about it? I mean, people who casually played Telltale games would look at Skybound like “Rehashing old characters who aren’t muh Clementine? Pass.” Y’know? And to be fair, I could see people within the fandom being disappointed, too.

But a majority? I think we’d all be happy to just have another twdg installment if Skybound wanted to make one... as long as they leave Clementine alone. That’s my one condition haha.

Leave her alone, Robert.

I’ll even throw out a bunch of possibilities for episodes-

Carley and Doug - I would love an episode that starts with Carley working as a reporter just as the walkers come. We could meet her crew, go through when they were attacked and explore the trauma she experiences after watching her producer get eaten alive in front of her.

Then, in comes our hero: Doug. Doug saves her life, and the two of them manage to escape and hideout. This is the perfect time to explore Doug’s character, too, as well as the relationship he and Carley had before they met up with the drugstore crew.

We can learn more about how Carley came to be so good with firearms and more about Doug’s technical background. Not only that, but it would be interesting to see these two actually interact since, y’know... they canonically have romantic feelings for one another.

Then the episode could end with them meeting Glenn outside, who brings them back to the group at the drugstore.

The St Johns - Here me out, but I would totally be on board for an episode about these people and how they starting picking off their farmhands for food. We don’t even have to play as any of the St Johns, we could play as a farmhand that actually escaped that fate after discovering what these people were doing.

It could definitely be more horror based, too. Like a cat and mouse sort of chase scene with the protagonist and Andy or Danny with them escaping with their life at the end and journeying off.

We could also see more of the bandits and how that agreement came to be with them. We could see more of Jolene, too.

Lilly - Okay, I want to know what the hell happened to Lilly between s1 and s4. From what I’ve gathered and inferred, Lilly wandered alone for years before finding the delta, the first place she ever considered home since... well, the motor-inn. Which... is nuts.

Then there’s all the trauma of losing Larry on top of what a piece of shit he was. I know I laugh at her for being all “No more ice cream, no more hair dryer” when she was telling Clementine about Larry cutting their power but we don’t know much about just how abusive Larry was.

Plus, we don’t know what happened to her mom. Larry still carried her wedding ring even into the apocalypse and died with it in his pocket. There’s just... a lot of things.

So I think an episode about Lilly by herself could be an interesting exploration of her being her own enemy, y’know? When I say character-driven, I mean solely character-driven with Lilly having flashbacks or nightmares or talking to herself or even hallucinations. Think Michonne, but even better executed. And with no ghost children. Maybe a ghost Larry, though. Which is arguably worse.

And it could end with someone from the delta finding her.

Christa and Omid - I feel like this is an obvious one since everyone loves these two and we’re still salty that they never brought Christa back. So it’d be cool to see these two either before meeting Lee’s group, or their time with Clementine between s1 and s2.

This is the only time I’ll allow Clementine to be here. If they feel they have to plop Clementine into this, then do it this way. We could explore Clementine’s guilt of what happened to Lee and the trauma she suffered while with the stranger, we could explore Christa’s pregnancy and learn more about her and Omid’s relationship.

We could see some dad moments with Omid as he and Clementine bond, perhaps dive into the fear and anxiety of a baby that’s coming, too.

Kenny and Sarita - So... while Kenny’s not my favorite person, I can’t deny that I’d be interested in seeing him after he apparently escapes the walker horde after killing Ben and what he went through before he met Sarita.

Hell, have an episode where we play as Sarita as she stumbles upon Kenny and how she saved him from the restaurant he was hiding in. We could get a glimpse into Kenny from Sarita’s point of view and what they went through during their time together. We could learn about Walter and Matthew, too.

Honestly, I just want to know more about Sarita as a character rather than a plot device to die in order to further Kenny’s development, y’know?

Bonnie - Yeah, yeah, I know. No one likes Bonnie and “who wants to play as Bonnie again?? she sucks??”, but damn it... I want them to redeem how badly they fucked up with her story in 400 Days.

I want an episode about her struggling with her drug addiction and how it affected her when the dead started walking. What she was willing to do to get her fix, y’know? Bring back Leland and Dee and how they helped with her road to recovery.

Leland himself even said that when they found her, she was still so stuck on those drugs. I think exploring that could be a fascinating experience.

Jane - An episode about Jane and Jamie? An exploration of Jane’s struggle with keeping her sister alive while having that internal survival instinct trying to take over all leading to her finally giving Jamie what she wanted- to leave her. Then how that guilt and loss took a toll on Jane and hardened her.

And like, I know Jane is kind of in the same boat as Bonnie where a lot of people [specifically Kenny followers] absolutely hate her and would whine about an episode dedicated to exploring her character, but I don’t care. I’d play it, I’d love to understand Jane more, even if I don’t particularly like her.

David - This one is here for selfish reasons. I want an episode all about David. I don’t care what you do, but I want to see David’s struggle of literally losing his entire family in a single night, as well as losing the world to the apocalypse and having to move forward.

Like... seriously, remember what Kate was all “I bet David was happy when the world ended” or some shit? I actually disagree, Kate, since the day the world ended, he lost his father, mother, brother, uncle, his fucking children, and you, his wife within a night. He spent years thinking you all were dead while traveling with Ava and his unit, fighting the dead and trying to survive.... but no, the day the walkers came was probably super great for him. Ugh.

The bonus is we get more Ava, too. Also, I don’t think anyone would oppose if you threw in the whole “David and Lingard might’ve had a thing”... just sayin’. We stan bisexual David.

Javier - Throwing this one in there because I think an episode about Javi, Kate, Gabe, and Mari would do incredibly well. Everyone misses the Garcia’s, everyone was bummed that we ever got a follow up to what Javi was up to after ANF.

Y’know... since ANF was a mess, they probably didn’t feel they could do a follow up because people wouldn’t play... but I’m telling you, we’d play another adventure as Javier Garcia. I don’t know what kind of story you’d tell, but it doesn’t matter. Well, it does... but ya get me.

Plus, more Gabe and Mariana content. C’mon.

James - *slams fists on table* I want my James and the whisperers episode damn it!! And I’m gonna keep saying it until someone either makes it or pays me to shut up.

I don’t care if you like James or not, you can’t deny how fascinating it would be to have an entire episode dedicated to the whisperers. On top of that, we’d get to see James and Charlie and how their relationship suffered during their time with the whisperers, as well as James realizing what a monster he became.

Maybe we could have a scene where James actually makes his famous mask, or a scene of James escaping them and leaving Charlie behind. It could end with James in his camp until he hears gunshots one night. When he goes to investigate, he finds Clementine and AJ trying to escape Lilly and Abel and we get him intervening from his perspective.

There ya go, there’s a second Clementine cameo that doesn’t fuck everything up. Ta-dah.

Sophie and Minerva - A popular one that most of us would want. Them after they were taken away and how they suffered within the delta. It’d be cool to play as Sophie, and tragic since we know how that would end. But we could be the one who acts out and tries to escape all while doing our best to keep Minerva from giving into them... which again, imagine the heartbreak.

The Ericson crew - Like with the twins, this would be a popular one that most people would want to play. While I’d rather they kept their fingers off Louis and Violet since they’re bound to fuck them up, I can’t deny that I want to know what happened at the school during the first days.

We could even play as Ms. Martin as she chooses to stay and take care of all these kids, how she bonds with them before inevitably meeting her fate in the greenhouse.

And c’mon, you know you want to see baby child versions of our Ericson kiddos. Imagine Louis and Violet at these young ages? Seeing other kids we never got to meet? We’d eat it up! ...Well, assuming they did a good job with their characterizations. Y’know.

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Those are all the major ones I’d like to see, but hey, if any of you had other ideas for episodes following characters I didn’t mention, feel free to share!

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Episode .5

The beginning

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On the twelfth hour on the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves went around to collect as many as he could, however he only got eight of them.

Number eight, or Jela Hargreeves as she would be later known as, was a special case, simply because her mother had abandoned her from the start. On that twelfth hour a woman that goes by the name Marie Laurence was amongst the couple dozen not so fortunate women to be struck with those harsh birthing pains.

Her screams of pain were ignored in that New York alleyway, she had been walking home from her job as an exotic dancer. Marie would consider it honest work, maybe, if it weren’t for the fact that she was in deep debt with her boss. She was in too much trouble and having a kid, it would end up ruining her life forever.

She had the baby in that gloomy and damp alleyway and after she collected herself she left the child to die. She called the cops anonymously, saying that she had heard a baby crying in that damned alleyway for her own conscience's sake, (Jela didn’t see her until she later offered her the money she would’ve gotten for her from Reginald out of spite, a way to say she was better off without her, but let's keep that between us).

Reginald held that abandoned baby girl in his arms, he looked her in the eyes and when he saw that lack of emotion in her eyes the way she was so detached from everyone else.

“She has never been held before me, how is that so?” he had asked them as they told him this shocking news.

“No sir, we had figured we were picking up a dead body when we received the call, you came just as we set up to carefully extract her. The only issue we’re having is she doesn’t seem to cry or make noises, we’re afraid she might not have the ability to or other such issues. We really think it’s best to have her stay in the hospital with the other’s you have adopted.” The nurse suggests as she looks at the newborn in his arms.

“I will be taking her home with me now, the others I will pick up when they're ready, she needs to be held by me and me alone.” He says before leaving to take care of the little girl at home…

You see, Jela to Reginald was going to be his special child, the one he treated differently to see if it revoked a different outcome, her childhood she was known as ‘Daddy’s favorite’ but the others will never fully understand the amount of extra torment the emotionless one got as Reginald’s true number one.

That’s where we move to today, when you see the outcome of the little heros, the day where numbers 1-7 were met with a weight off their shoulders, but the day number eight was met with her first ever jolt of grief… The day of Reginald Hargreeves’ death.

Jela sat there, watching her sister playing violin on that late night, she would always go out of her way to see her.. After all Vanya and Jela were the only two the others didn’t exactly get along with.. She was watching when she got a call, she got up out of her seat, flashing Vanya a quick ‘I’ll be back’ look before walking away to answer the call.

“Unless someone died you shouldn’t be calling me and you damn well know that.” Jela snarls as she answers the phone, she knew that it wasn’t anyone she cared about, just another one of her workers.

“I’m sorry boss, listen, it’s that damned Hero of yours again, he showed up at that small hit you had set up, a few of our guys didn’t make it.” The worker in question states solemnly, shaking his head and biting his lip.

“Good, that means he feels like he saved the day, that was the point Speedy, I know you don’t get it but they needed to go.. Call them, I don’t know, casualties, another statistic. Whatever makes you feel better, just get someone into the coroner's office to burn, cut or even cover up those tattoos. I don’t need Diego finding out about my operation, got it?” She says with lack of emotion, something that came naturally to her, however, feeling emotions, that was the hard part. She sighs, knowing that her workers like to call each other family, she thinks on it as she hears his silence, most likely biting his tongue. "Alright, I know what you’re thinking.. I'll call a meeting with the Pit (A group of snakes), we’ll get our snakes in a group and take a day off to mourn, sound good Speedy?”

“Thanks Queeny, I’m sure their families will appreciate it, I’ll make sure we send them the usual parting gift.” He says, sounding more content with that outcome.

“Don’t start expecting it every time some run of the muck idiot dies to someone as bullheaded as number two, this is an exception, only because there were multiple losses at once.” Jela sighs, just hanging up, about to go back in when she receives another phone call…

“Mom, it’s late, why are you calling me?” She says, false worry in her tone, she never worries, or, rather, she never feels the emotion that comes with the idea of worrying. That’s when she hears it, the whispering of those three goddesses, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, or, also known as, the Moirae… the Fates. And with those whispers starts coming the emotions, she feels the fear, the agony, the grief… “No- Mom tell me you didn’t.”

“Please I need you to help me Marie-” She says, calling her by the name she had given Jela in the beginning.

“It’s Jela, and don’t move a muscle, don’t tell Pogo, don’t call anyone else, I will be there. You are lucky I was taught to respect you as my mother otherwise I would gladly be an orphan tonight.” She hung up the phone, telling Vanya that a job went wrong and she has to go, she calls one of her cars, the driver drops it off and walks away. She gets in and goes home, when she gets there she quickly works on cleaning and setting everything up to make it look like an accident, nothing remotely suggesting otherwise. She quickly messes with Grace’s programming, editing the cameras to remove herself, but leaving the truth about their fathers death to be found.. She went to her old room that night and for the first time since she was a child she sat there and cried…

The news got out the next morning and Jela was there to meet number two, who had felt the need to do his own check on Reginalds death. She watched as he walked around the room, examining things and making sure there wasn't any struggle.

“Diego, looks like you only care to visit after he’s dead, mom definitely missed her st-st-stuttering stanley.” She teased with a smirk, her eyes showing a slight glint of mischief, even with the circumstances she has to act like herself, even though she hates how she feels she can’t show that she does feel.

He throws a knife at her and she doesn’t even flinch as that knife flies directly next to her head, the wind from it moving her jet black hair. “When did you last see dad, Marie.”

She snarls a bit, absolutely loathing that name, her two toned eyes going darker at the sound of it. “You can say what you wish about me and call me what you wish, but don’t you dare insinuate that I killed my father.” Her voice cracks a bit, her eyes watering a bit, normally it would make people feel remorse or pity, but for Diego, it scared him to see Jela tear up like that.. An emotional Jela is a deadly one. Which means, if Reginald did die from muder Jela would have them dealt with already… Unless they were family, and she only considers a few people family.. He better call Allison and make sure she’s alive at some point… Just in case.

“Calm your tits or at least cover them, what the hell are you wearing anyways?” He says, getting distracted by her all too revealing outfit.

She couldn’t help but smile a little at that response, blinking her tears away and shaking her head. “You’re such an idiot, you know that?” She says, looking down at her black sweatpants, combat boots and crop top.

“I’m not an idiot, you just have the same iq as that one dude with the apple.” He says, playing dumb to try and break through those walls she has been building up, they used to be close when they were teens, he still likes to believe he knows her better than anyone. He knows how to make her smile at least.

She lets out a small laugh, smiling a bit. “You and I both know you damn well remember who Issac Newton is, stop playing dumb.”

“Tell anyone I did that and we’re going to have another match like when we were twelve.” He warns before he starts to leave to sneak into the coroner's office.

“You cheated! We considered the choke hold against the rules prior to the match!” She frowns something close to a pout.

“I adapted Miss ‘I can see the future’ maybe talk to your witches next time!” He shouts back, only to have a shelf that had been holding up perfectly well their whole lives fall directly on top of him.

She burst out laughing as she watches him stand back up in the hallway, holding his head. “That’s what you get for calling the three Goddesses of fate witches! You never learn.” he scoffs and just leaves without another comment. Jela goes and sits in the living room, looking at the painting of her old favorite sibling before texting Vanya. I’m sorry I wasn’t with you when you found out.. You have to come to the funeral or else we’ll have to have one for one of the others soon after, love you.

Allison was the first to make it there, Jela was sitting on a rocking chair next to their mom, reading in front of the fireplace in a black pantsuit, her jet black hair straight, as per usual, her green and brown eyes looking over as Allison walks in, scanning her up and down, her eyes flashing to a pure white colour, almost as if she were blind, something that happens when the fates talk to her. “Troubles at home I see, if you need help getting your daughter back I can help you out.”

“Don’t use the fates to spy on my life, if you cared you would actually call me.” She says with a frown, shaking her head.

“Says the one that didn’t invite me to her wedding, but you’re right, I don’t care about you in this instance, however, I do care that Claire doesn't get to see her mom, my niece deserves better.” She states in a melancholy voice. That’s when another one of their siblings enters.

“Hey Mom, mom?” Jela glances at the robot in question, sighing, she’s going to have to do another repair…

“Vanya?” Allison says as she recognizes the voice. “You’re actually here..” Vanya lets out a relieved sigh as her sister walks over to hug her. Jela sets down the book she was reading, or rereading should I say, as she watches her siblings hug. Extra-Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven (Vanya Hargreeves' self-written tell-all auto-biography) Oh how Jela loves that book, the most truthful thing she has ever seen in her life, even paints her as a villain.. Jela always loved playing the villain, even when they were training as kids.

“Hey Allison..” she says as her sister lets her go. Jela stands up to join the girls after setting her book down, walking over to them.

“Hah, what is she doing here? You don’t belong here. Not after what you did.” Diego says, dramatic and closed off as ever as he walks through the door.

“Talk to her like that and you’ll lose your tongue.” Jela snaps, standing protectively by her sister who never knows how to respond when Jela stands up for her like that.

“You two are seriously gonna do this today?” Allison asks, glancing over at Jela who she knows better than to get on her bad side before looking at Diego's outfit. He looked like offbrand Batman. “Way to dress for the occasion by the way.”

“And he was making fun of my crop top the other day, at least my clothes don’t make my ass look flat.” She whispers to Vanya, making her giggle a bit, Jela knew how to cheer her up.

“At least I’m wearing black.” He responds, either ignoring Jela’s comment or he didn’t hear it. Vanya looks at him walking away and Jela can practically feel the anxiety radiating off of her.

“You know what? I- Maybe he’s right and I shouldn’t-” Vanya starts, proving to Jela that she was right, like usual.

“Forget about him.” Jela and Allison say at the same time, making Jela wonder if the fates were messing with her or if she’s just more like her sister than she thought. “We’re glad you’re here.” Allison finishes off before they head to the living room to sit down.

Jela, however, meets up with Diego at the top of the stairs, knowing that he’s going to see Luther snooping around. “You’re an asshole to Vanya, she spoke the truth, that’s more than most of us.” She says, earning a glare from Diego, family events always puts him in a brooding mood. “She spoke out against someone she deemed as an abuser and she stood up against her siblings for bullying her. She has the right to tell her side of the story.”

“She made us look evil, I’m not a bad guy Jela.” He snaps, glaring at her, getting more frustrated at how calm she looks.

“You’re the only genuine hero I know Diego, she was venting and got money out of it, any kind of publicity is good publicity, if you have an issue with the book, write a statement on it and post it.” She says with a shrug, watching the shocked and confused look on Diego's face when she calls him a hero. She goes to speak again, only to be shushed as he hears Luther rummaging around and they walk towards it.

They stand in the doorway, watching him for a moment, the villain and hero, side by side. “We can save you some time.” Diego states as they both lean against their sides of the doorframe.

“They’re all locked, no forced entry.” Jela continues, her and DIego used to be a great team when they worked together..

“No sign of struggle, nothing out of the ordinary.” Diego says as he slowly walks towards his brother. “Oh, you got big, Luther. What’s the secret, huh? Protein Shakes? Low carbs?” Jela lets out a small laugh, really just watching them to make sure they don’t break anything if they fight.

“What do you want?” Luther asks, glancing at Jela before looking Diego in the eyes, something Reginald taught all of them, eye contact shows that you aren’t afraid. Diego lets out a sigh that slightly resembles a scoff before taking a paper out of his pocket, one Jela knew he damn well shouldn’t be able to have. That’s vigilantes for you.

“The autopsy report.” He says, holding it out for Luther to grab, but as soon as he goes for it Diego pulls it slightly out of reach. “Ah.” He says like the teasing sibling he is before letting him grab it.

“And you have this why?” Luther asks, opening the paper with more gusto than Jela would’ve liked, she has a feeling that Luther isn’t going to let this go, and that frustrates her.

Diego walks away a bit, facing the door and winking at Jela, “Well that’s because I… broke into the coroner's office.” He says with his arms open and a slight bow before sitting down in a chair. “And surprise, surprise, Dad’s death was… normal. Just a boring old heart failure.” Jela walks over to Luther, grabbing one of his arms and pulling it towards her height so she could look at it. She immediately realizes something and gives Diego a bit of a look.

“Yeah, so.” Luther says, a bit offstandish about it, looking at the picture, skimming over the report a bit.

“So, why are you in here, checking all of the windows.” He was with a slight raise and drop of his hands to gesture at the room they’re sitting in.

“Were you the first on the scene?” Luther asks, slight suspicion in his tone, looking at his brother, Jela watches the interaction, knowing where this is going.

“Pogo reported the body.” Jela says, very particular with her words, something they’ve all gotten used to over the years of growing up with Jela.

“Yeah, I talked to Pogo, he said he couldn’t find Dad’s monocle.” Luther says, giving Jela a look, she knew that look, he always wore it when they would be training in the detective work of the job.

“And your point being?” Diego says, shrugging his shoulders and brushing it off, that’s when Jela knew that he had taken it, she didn't understand why he would want a monocle, it wouldn't look good on him so it must be an emotional decision.

“Well can either of you think of a single time where you saw dad and he wasn’t wearing that monocle?” He counters, looking at Jela for support, but this is when she just shakes her head and leaves to have her own conversation with her more chill siblings.

She could practically smell the classic scent of drugs and booze when her favorite sibling entered the building, she smiles a bit, walking towards her fathers study and laughing a little as she sees him rummaging through their dead fathers things. “Let me guess, an advance on our inheritance?”

“Oh, that’s perfect! I’ll have to use that one!” Klaus says, walking up to Jela and pulling her into a hug, she groans, completely tensing up. He quickly lets go and throws his hands up. “Oh right! Sorry, no hugs.” He says, giving her a quick peck on the cheek insead and she sighs, glancing back at the door.

“Well, if you don’t find anything I can give you something light to keep the real bad ones away, you know how I feel about the hard shit, but my business is doing great and I don’t want you to have to deal with those nightmares… Ben’s yelling at me isn't he?” She says, practically feeling the ghosts glare.

“More like just giving you a thorough glare, says he doesn’t like how we influence each other. Do you know I love you?” He says with a smile, before going back to rummaging, That’s when Allison walked in and Jela looked back at her, seeing that look on her face reminded her of when they were younger…

Jela was sitting in a chair next to Reginald, the others were getting ready for bed, but not Jela, Jela was stuck with her Father still even though they had training in the morning. She sat next to him, thread with gold intertwined in it wrapped tightly around her hands, tight enough that she knew she would have marks the next morning and it would hurt to fight. She used it (and sometimes still uses it) as a conduit to connect with her deities, most people would have a shrine or candles and other such things, but Jela wasn’t religious, she was just chosen and created to withstand the emotional turmoil and the pain that comes with the knowledge of the future.

There’s a knock on the door and it breaks her concentration, coming back from talking to the three goddesses her eyes go from the blind white color to the mismatching green and brown. She looks down in time to see that the thread has cut through her skin, but knows better than to stop because of it.

“The children are ready for bed sir, they wanted to say goodnight.” Grace says cheerfully as she enters, part of her mothering program wanting to override her other systems and go help Jela… But she couldn’t, no matter what she wasn’t allowed to help Jela, only Reginald was. It was in her programming.

The door opened and Jela looked up, making eye contact with the others, the only ones who showed no jealousy at all were FIve and Klaus… They know the truth, she had told them all about what it was like being his favorite. Their father didn’t even bother to glance. “Okay! TIme for bed now kids, come along. Come along now.” Grace says as she ushers them out.

��Come along now Allison, your father and sister are busy.” Grace said to her as she was the last to budge.

“He’s always busy, and she isn’t my sister.” She says before walking out, Jela showed no sign of caring about Allisons harsh words, they both were too alike and bumped heads and she knew that. Reginald saw Jela’s lack of emotional response that night and cleaned her wounds before taking her out for ice cream, only to leave Jela out in the woods for a week after that ice cream.. That was her reward, other than usual training she got life or death. She lost weight but she made it out without so much as a scratch, she could only give the explanation that the fates were on her side.

“Jela, what are you two doing in here?” Allison asks, bringing Jela back to present times, she blinks once, collecting herself as she glances at Klaus, who quickly gets up from his spot behind Reginalds desk.

“Oh! Allison! Wow, is that you?” Klaus asks as he walks over to her, Jela stepping to the side as she lets her favorite sibling talk his way out of this one. “Hey, come here. Long time, too long.” He states, pulling Allison into one of his comforting hugs.

He pulls away from her a little and looks into her eyes, Jela walking away from those two as she walks over to her spot next to her fathers chair, one of her most recent art projects sitting on the desk. It was of number Five with an axe, his face covered in blood… She still did projects with her dad and they have recently been trying to get her sibling back, it had been their main focus. She could tell dad was getting paranoid, she just never wanted to see that it was going to be her mom that betrayed him. She wishes that her deities would’ve shown her that instead of a worthless picture of Five.

“Hey, I was hoping to see you actually, because I want to get your autograph. Add it to my collection.” Klaus saying this makes Jela focus on their conversation, she laughs a little, shaking her head.

“Klaus, I love you but I think it’s your drug dealers that have the collection, not you.” Jela says bluntly, looking at the two.

Klaus gasps and Jela almost expects him to be offended until he says, “You love me? I win! I was the first one you said it to, everyone owes me twenty bucks!” He is excited about it, Jela looks at him, not even shocked as she watches Allison hand him twenty bucks.

“Just out of rehab?” She asks when she sees the medical bracelet on Klaus’ arm, her eyebrow cocked, regretting giving him the money.

“No, no. No, no, no, no. No. I’m done- I’m done with all that.” Jela looks up at him, knowing better than that, plus, he stutters when he lies. “I just came down here to prove to myself that the old man was really gone. And he is! He’s dead. Yeah!” He says, clapping with excitement.

“You know how I know? ‘Cause if he were alive, only one of us would be allowed to set foot in this room. He was always in here, our whole childhood, plotting his next torment, right? I mean, Jela you know how he used to look at us, that scowl.” He says, pointing up at the portrait.

“Thank Christ he wasn't our real father so we couldn’t inherit those cold, dead eyes!” He says, pulling his eyes open and screaming a little with a chuckle. Jela looks at the scars on her hands from all the training she went through, the lack of sleep she had gotten, she was the only one that went without a half an hour break on the weekends. Without him she’d most likely be dead or have no idea how to communicate with the fates, if the fates say that this is where she is meant to be then so be it, she looks at Klaus who is sitting in their fathers chair, looking out the window for a moment.

“He wasn’t a good person by all means, but he was a great one. He pushed us to our limits and made us face things that no one else will hopefully ever have to face, but he was my father and I didn’t wish any kind of death on him. He is gone, his thread has been cut. That should be the end of his story, but-” She groans, the whisperings happening again and she grips the string in her pocket, she isn't allowed to tell them that yet. “...But I wish I was able to tell him that he wasn’t as smart as he believed and that his legacy is failing. It seems I’m the only one able to continue with the majority of his-”

“Blah blah blah, can we go back to you saying how much you love me, oh! We could go for a walk and buy brownies at the store!” Klaus interrupts, Jela just shakes her head at him. He is the only one that has ever gotten away with doing something like that. “Jela, sis, I love you.”

“Don’t over use it or it won’t hold as much meaning, but… I love you too Klaus.” She says looking in one of their fathers drawers and finding a picture that she took of her kissing Reginalds cheek, he looks so serious, but you can see a bit of a smile hidden there.. It was from their last ice cream trip, that was two days ago. She made him take a break because he was getting extremely paranoid, he told her she reminded him of Grace that day, the real one.. It shocked her… She should’ve known something bad was coming...

“Get out of his chair.” Luther says sternly, walking into the room, Jela sighs.. Luther has so much devotion to a man that he didn’t even really know. He thinks the numbers are based on the first being the best, but in reality it was based on a point system like Jela is an eight out of eight stars. She knows that Vanya has to have an ability, she just wishes she could figure out how to provoke it.

“Oh, wow, Luther! Wow, you really, uhh...You really filled out over the years, huh?” Klause says gesturing as if he was flexing his arms.

“Klaus.” Luther says in that same stern, scolding tone as he watches his brother, shaking his head a bit.

“Eh, save the lecture. I was already leaving. So, you guys can talk amongst yourselves.” He says with a small, teasing laugh as he walks towards the door, Jela walking to follow, smirking when Luther puts an arm in front of Klaus.

“Drop it.” He says and Jela can see his anger building up, it’s only a matter of time before he snaps and she's pretty positive it’s going to be on Diego.

“Ex-squeeze me?” Klaus says, playing dumb as he makes eye contact with Luther, not afraid of him.

“Do it. Now.” Luther says, only glancing away to look at Jela with a look that says ‘you were really going to let him get away with this?’ There’s a bit of a pause before KLaus gets a frustrated look and pulls away from Luther.

“All right. All right.” He says as he pulls away and as he starts pulling things out of his pockets he says. “It’s just an advance on our inheritance! That’s all it is! No need to get your little panties in a bunch.” He says with a gesture to his crotch, Jela laughs, walking towards the door.. She had missed Klaus, Allison however just looks away, disappointed. She walks out with Klaus, shutting the door behind them.

“Okay I know you kept the box, just give me the book inside.” She says and he excitedly pulls it out of the back of his shirt, pulling it out. She uses her key and opens it, taking the content out and putting it in her purse.

“You’re my favorite sibling, you know that?” He says, giving her a kiss on the cheek making her get a grossed out look on her face.

“You’re invading my space, and you better only buy weed with that or else I’ll skin whoever sold to you.” She says seriously and he smirks, saluting her as he walks away, looking at Ben who is glaring at him. “What, you’re dead, she’s my favorite living sibling.”

“I miss when she would ask about what was morally correct and what wasn't.” Ben says with a sigh, glancing back at Jela.

“Don’t worry I’ll buy the hard stuff from the really awful guy that I owe money to, it would be like doing the world a favour.” Klaus says, basically putting a target on that guy's head.

“Klaus you know she’ll do it.” Ben says with a scolding tone, glaring at his annoying sibling.

“That’s the point!” He says with a mischievous smile, him and Vanya are the only two that know about Jela’s real job.

They all eventually end up in the living room sitting in silence, Jela goes to take a drink of alcohol only to have Diego take it from her, giving her a stern look. She snarls at him, no matter how many times she has explained to him that her seizures are from talking with the fates and not because of an actual physical ailment he doesn't believe her. “I want my drink Diego.”

“Jela, last time you drank you had a seizure.” Diego says back and she frowns, holding her hand out for her drink.

“You know she gets what she wants Diego, save us the fight..” Vanya says softly and Diego takes the drink, downing it. Jela gets a look in her eyes, one that she always gets when she’s planning something.

“Okay Batsy, I’ll get some water.” She snaps, but it's only a matter of time until something happens and she won’t be taking Diego's side. Luther clears his throat, standing up.

“I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad’s favorite spot.” Jela looks at Luther, shaking her head. Dad didn’t have a favorite spot, just a place where he made Luther feel important. The spot in question was the oak tree that Luther had an emotional connection to thanks to memories of their father.

“Dad had a favorite spot?” Allison asks, voicing almost everyone’s thoughts, she looks quite confused at the idea.

“You know, under the old oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?” He says, a confused look on his face, Jela looks over and makes eye contact with Diego, he looks at her and she nods her head, confirming that not even she did that with Reginald.

“Will there be refreshments?” Klaus asks as he walks over with a joint and a drink of some sort, he lets Jela take a sip as he sits down. You can always count on Klaus to ask the important questions. “Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.”

“What? No. And put that out, you know dad didn’t allow smoking in here.” Luther starts, only to be interrupted.

“Is that my skirt?” Allison asks, a tone that you would only hear coming from a sibling who has gotten their stuff ‘borrowed.’

“And my crop top, you better not get that dirty, it's my metallica one. Diego only let me cut one of his shirts I borrowed, and I like that one.” Jela says, giving Klaus a look.

“What? Oh, yeah, these. I found them in your rooms! It’s a little dated, I know, but this skirt is very breathy on the bits.” He was with a gesture towards his crotch.

“Listen up. Still some important things to discuss, all right?” Luther says, using his big boy leader voice, making Jela roll her eyes, she doesn’t really agree with him being a leader, but tolerated it to make him feel better about himself.

“Like what?” Diego asks, looking at Jela with an exasperated look.

“Like the way he died.” Luther says, making Jela let out a groan, any hope she had of abiding the issue being demolished.

“And here we go.” Diego says, Jela taking Klaus’ drink and drinking some of it, ignoring the glare it got her everytime she did.

“I don’t understand, I thought they said it was a heart attack.” Innocent Vanya says, looking at Jela for confirmation, she nods her head. That is what they said.

“Yeah, according to the coroner.” Luther says, Klaus holds his blunt to Jela’s lips and she takes a hit. Little did she know that Ben was yelling at Klaus for it the whole time.

“Well wouldn’t they know?” Vanya counters, giving him a slightly frustrated look.

“Theoretically.” Luther responds, and Jela could tell that he was getting even more bottled up frustration from this as no one believes him.

“Theoretically?” Allison asks with a frown.

“I’m just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time I talked to dad, he sounded strange.” Luther states, trying to get them to take this seriously. Klaus starts gurgling his drink.

“Oh, quelle surprise!” He says while gurgling, Jela looks at Vanya, she’s starting to lose her patience.

“Strange how?” Allison asks, obviously upset by this, she just wants it to be over with.

“He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust.” He says and Jela gets up, walking over to the book shelf and just moving on from this annoying conversation, letting the others deal with it. Only hearing the important part like Luther telling Klaus to sober up so he can talk to dad's ghost and bringing up the monocle which in turn frustrates Batman, then it comes out, making her smirk and walk back over to them. “So whoever took it, I think it was personal, someone close to him, someone with a grudge.”

“Where are you going with this?” Klaus asks and Jela just pats Luther's shoulder, wondering how someone should properly respond to this situation, she decides pity is the option.

“Oh, isn’t it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed dad.” Diego says, now standing next to Luther, not once looking away, Jela snickers at the thought. Luther gets a guilty look on his face as they all stare at him.

“You do?” Klaus says his voice showing confused shock and his face just showing generally being upset with the thought.

“How could you think that?” Vanya asks, there was hurt hidden in her voice and Jela starts to feel protective over her siblings, after all, she knows who did it.

“Great. Job. Luther. Way to lead.” Diego says before leaving the room, presumably to hide how frustrated he really is.

“You’re wrong on this one Luther, take a step back and look at the full puzzle..” That’s all Jela says before walking to find Pogo.

“That’s not what I’m saying…” Luther says, trying to defend himself and his detective work, it was failing.

“You’re crazy man. You’re crazy. Crazy.” Klaus says, looking Luther in the idea before leaving as well.

“I’ve not finished.” Luther says, trying to get them to stay so he can change their minds.

“Okay, well I’m sorry, I’m just going to go murder mom. Be right back!” Klaus says sarcastically as he walks away from Luther, Vanya following.

“That’s not what I was saying, I didn’t-” He gives up, sighing a bit as he watches his siblings leave. “Allison. Jeez..” he says as she completely ignores him. “That went well.”

Jela sits in the kitchen, on the counter when Pogo walks in. “You’re too harsh on them you know, they are your only family.”

“I see three of them as my real family, Vanya, Klaus and Five. Allison, she’s a good woman and she deserves more than she gat, just like the others, if not more at times.. But she and I will never get along. And Luther is just, well, a dog on a leash and his owner just passed away. He doesn't know how to lead, I lead more than he does, even if it doesn’t look like it.” She says, leaning her head against the cupboard behind her.

“And Diego?” He says with a knowing look, smirking a bit. She gives him a slightly cold look, but sighs a bit and shakes her head.

“We have never called each other siblings, even corrected everyone on it growing up, not once have I seen him as or called him family. I think the fates always knew we would be something more… but it didn’t last, he left when he got the first chance to leave, and when he asked me to go with… I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave dad.. Even from the start dad had spent more time with me than the others, I was the only one he held as a baby and he was the only one I ever let hold me, not mom, not you, only him.. And now he’s gone. He’s dead and I seem to be the only one of his children who truly cares.” She says, looking at her hands.

“Jela, I-” He starts, trying to find a way to comfort her or help her… but he never had to before, nor did he get the chance to, Reginald was very strict on either he helps her or no one does. Now he’s gone. She looks up at him, but all those emotions leave her face when Grace comes in, along with Diego. Pogo walks over to grace and tells Diego she’s going to have a quick charge before the big event.

“Number two.” Jela says emotionlessly, still leaned back, but then she sees it, the pity in his eyes and it makes her groan. “Don’t. Whatever you heard, whatever you’re thinking, keep it in that smooth brain of yours, and yes, I mean the texture.”

“You can be a bitch sometimes you know that? A heartless, monstrous bitch.” He says and she doesn’t even flinch, she has heard it all before but what happens next shocks her. “But I know how much he meant to you.” He hands her the monocle. “I know you knew I had it, you should keep it.”

“Diego, there’s no point in me having this, he’s dead, we’re supposed to be moving on.” She says, shaking her head as she holds it in her hand.

“Do you remember our first mission?” He asks randomly, and she looks at him confused, nodding her head.

“I remember everything, Capital west bank outside of main and sixth, it was 17 years ago.” She says, still confused about why he was bringing it up.

There was a group of heavily armed men and they were trying to steal from the bank, they were dumb about how they did it, but smart enough to keep hostages. Jela had entered the building first, scoping out the place and telling all of her siblings which entrances were clear. Allison and her were the first to make appearances. Allison rumoured a man to shoot his friend in the foot and as she did that Jela walked up to a man, talking out one of her butterfly knives and looking him in the eyes.

“May the fates be on your side.” She said and the man held his gun up, trying to shoot at him, only for it to jam, Jela throws her knife at him, killing him instantly, as the rest of her siblings went around to finish off the others.

“Gun’s are for sissy real men throw knives!” Diego says, throwing one of his knives at a man, winking as Jela who just laughed a little at his dumb catchfrase. She walked over to the hostages, simply walking over to them and leading them out, every bullet missing them as they walked with her… They eventually got all of the ones in the main area and had Ben finish a group of them off with his ability before leaving, Jela pats Ben's shoulder comfortingly only to get a grossed out look on her face and taking her now bloody hand and wiping it on Diego. “Hey! That’s gross.” She just shrugs at him.

They walk out of the front doors, the cops yelling at them to lower their weapons and they didn’t because their knives were already holstered. Jela does as her dad told her to and walks to the middle, putting on a heroic face as the questions start coming.

“Who are you?” asks one news anchor and Jela looks at them, her dad said to keep them calm and he will step in when necessary.

“We’re the umbrella academy, a group of well trained heroes.” She answered smoothly, three siblings on each side of her, Luther seemed upset that she was answering questions, but she ignored his side glances.

“How did you get into the banks?” and “What happened inside?” Were the next two questions to be said out loud.

“How do you usually get inside of a building, or better yet, a building with locked doors, and I think it is quite obvious that all that happened inside doesn't matter, as long as the money is untouched and the people are safe.” She says, her voice loud enough to hear and it’s smooth, calming, careful.. She always knew how to sound like a hero. Their father gave a speech and the questions just kept coming, He put Jela under his arm, it showed that she was his prized child, she spoke for him..

She frowns a little at the memory, she used to be fond of it, now it hurts.. Why is that? “You chose such a stupid catchfrase.” She says, laughing, he walks in front of her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, their walls always down around each other… even if they didn’t realize it.

“I was a kid and you told me you loved it.” He says with a fake frown, she looks him in the eyes, he was standing directly in front of her now as he talks to her, she is still sitting on the counter. She feels herself missing how they used to be, before they became enemies… the only issue is, Jela knows it would never last, after all he had Eudora Patch now. Her hand twitches, and he knows that means she’s either murderous, upset, or uncomfortable, so he takes a step back.

“I was lovestruck and wanted to see you smile, trust me those oxytocin and vasopressin chemicals have gone, and from what I’ve heard from people on the force, your chemical imbalance when around me is gone too.” She says blankly, not showing any emotion, which is normal for her.

“Me and Eudora? Did she talk to you about me?” He asks and the way his eyes lit up with curiosity made her laugh.

“Diego, look at you, you’re a teddy bear.” She says with a snort, and just like that all of his walls come shooting up out if nowhere… and so do hers. They both can see it in each other's eyes, they aren’t ready to spend this much time together yet, she sighs. “I'm going to go find Klaus.” And with that she leaves. She walks towards where the bar is, but pauses for a moment, she pulls one of her golden threads out and holds it gently in her hand, and with that she sees her deities.

“Where are these emotions coming from? I thought you sai-” She says, almost about to get snarky with the ones she calls her godly parents.

“You will feel what you need to feel when you need to feel it, now listen to them. Stop believing in strength coming from how emotionless you are, give in and show him that you are sorry.” Atropos states, and Jela knew she should just agree.

“But-” She doesn’t apologize, she never apologizes. Why would she apologize to him when she doesn’t see what she did wrong, but why does she feel bad then.

“You are running out of time to speak with him, so make your choice.” Lachesis says before they send her soul back to her body.

When her sight comes back she groans, realizing that Clotho had walked her to the door of the living area.. She walks in and Diego looks at her from his spot at the couch. “I’m sorry, I still care, and I’m clingy.”

Diego gets an astounded look on his face, sitting up and looking her in the eyes. “Dads death really fucked with you, huh?” He asks, looking at her with complete and utter disbelief.

“No, I just know that no one will ever believe you if you tried to tell them I said that.” She says before walking over and sitting next to him, they sit in silence for a while.. Both a couple of brooding people who like the color black.

“I’m not that pissed, but I’m stronger and smarter than you act like I am.” He says, struggling to say those words.

“How about we-” She stops when she hears the music and looks at him when she gets an idea. She stands up, walking over to the door and checking both ways, shutting the door, Diego throws a knife past her and her pupils dilate, a laugh escaping her.

“How about we be stupid and just dance.” He says, holding his hand out, Jela isn’t a dancer… but she could never say no to that puppy do look, so she takes his hand and lets him spin and dip her before they pull away and start doing some random, fun moves. Sharing laughs and smiles, just like they did when they were kids… that's when thunder rumbles and the music stops. They share a confused look and rush towards the sound, Diego taking her hand on instinct and she doesn’t bother to question.

“What is it?” Vanya asks, fear clear in her voice as she looks to Jela for an answer.

“Don’t get too close!” Allison says, pulling Luther back by his arm gently, not once looking away.

“Yeah, no shit.” Diego says, but Jela ignores all of them, pulling her hand from Diego and getting closer to it, too curious for her own good. That's when one word rings through her head. Five.

“It’s a portal from a different timeframe.” Jela says, with knowledge from failed experiments.

“Out of the way!” KLaus yells, pulling Jela behind him as he tries to spray the portal with the fire extinguisher before throwing it in, Jela gives him a dirty look and pushes him back to the others.

“Get back, I don’t want you hurt.” Jela says, giving him a look and he steps back. That’s when something starts to push through.

“Get out of the way!” Luther says, pushing them back. “Stay behind me, stay behind me.

“Yeah, stay behind us.” Diego says, trying to reach for Jela to bring het behind him, only for her to take a step closer.

“FIve…” She says fondly, completely ignoring the chaos behind her, and just as he pushes through and falls out she catches him. Carefully setting him down.

“Does anyone else see little number five, or is that just me?” Klaus says, not looking away from Jela and Five as they all walk closer.

Five looks down at his body, seeing how young he is. “Shit…”

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The Chronicles of the Dark One: Breaking the Curse

Chapter 27: To-Do List

He was about to do something bad. In fact, he was about to do something so bad that he was certain Belle might have fallen out of love with him if she had any inkling that he was about to do it. But what the fuck did he care about that. Belle was dead. That was the driving force behind his desire to do bad. The person who was responsible for her death was out walking around without a fucking care in the world that he'd killed his daughter. Moe French had taken one of the few things in the world that couldn't be replaced, the only thing in the world that he had from Belle. Her cup was still missing, still unaccounted for even if everything else was. And no one ever stole from the Dark One. No one conspired against him without him knowing it. So yes, he was about to do something very bad. Damn the consequences.

Actually, better yet, bring on the consequences! Because he was pretty sure that if who he thought was behind all this actually was, then there was a discussion they'd need to have in the future, a reminder about who was the teacher and who was the student. And if they were going to have that conversation, he would much rather it be on his terms rather than her own! He'd rather know than wonder, and he'd rather be sure about who Moe French was working for rather than uncertain, which was why he'd crafted his plan, to begin with. A plan that didn't feature his flunkies, but rather just him. Dove couldn't do this, lest he find out something he wasn't ready to know yet. And that left him, a short, disabled lawyer with a cane and a gun, against fat old Moe French. All things considered, he was pretty sure he'd be okay on his own. But there were some things he had to do first.

The first was to talk to Dove. He didn't have the Seer, but he knew enough that he had to think of his future and consider what to do should "the worst" happen. He put money in a particular account that Dove had access to and then instructed him to do whatever he needed to with those funds to ensure his safety and freedom in the next couple of days. To his pleasure, Dove didn't bat an eye. He understood perfectly well that the money was there for bribery if something should go wrong, and better yet, was there as hush money for his cronies if everything went right.

The second thing he needed to do was pick up a few things. He had no reason to go back to the shop or even his home, and he knew enough to know that he shouldn't, even if what he needed most was there. Because if things did go wrong and they could tie certain items to his properties, then that would be a very bad thing for him. So instead, thirty minutes before Moses was supposed to deliver the flower truck outside of Moe French's flower shop, he stopped into Dark Star Pharmacy.

Technically, he owned the pharmacy. Mr. Clark, formerly known as one of Snow White's Dwarves, though which one he couldn't find it in himself to care, only rented the property from him. And fortunately for him, Mr. Clark was not only too cheap to have security cameras, but he was a coward, like most dwarves. He knew that when push came to shove, he'd have Mr. Clark's discretion.

Of course…he couldn't be sure he could count on the discretion of one of the two other people in the pharmacy. David was there. He kept a sharp eye on the former False Prince as he gathered his own things, duct tape and rope, suitable for what he had in mind a little later. Mr. Clark wouldn't say anything if Emma asked questions, but David…David might say something. Or at least his former self might say something. This new version that couldn't tell one memory from another…he didn't know. He still had that look of innocence about him that suggested he might talk to Emma if he thought he knew something. But this was also the same man that was currently having an affair, albeit with the woman he was actually married to instead of the one he'd been engaged to and run away from, with her own blessings…nuance.

But fortunately for him, as he watched David pick one card out, then go to another rack and started perusing for another, he knew what he could do to ensure David's silence. Angry as he was, scared as he was, he couldn't help but snicker. If necessary, those cards could be his tickets to safety. After all, David needed to be more careful. He and Mary Margaret were not nearly as sneaky as they thought.

"Two valentines…" he commented as David fell into line behind him. "Sounds like a complicated life."

"Oh, no. I…I just couldn't decide," David stuttered, but hid it behind a soft chuckle that he was sure Snow White would have fallen head over heels for at one time.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead glanced behind at the two cards he'd chosen. One was formal and romantic, and the other comical but adorable. Couldn't decide his arse…they were each the definition of two women in his life. Which was exactly what he'd point out should something bad happen and David turn into a threat.

"These are both for the same woman?"

"Well, they're both so…us."

"I see," he smiled. He wasn't wrong. One relationship was romantic and deep, the stuff of legends that would stand the test of time. The other was…well…comical, but fun to watch from a distance, he supposed. Not nearly as fun as the irony around it all, however. Prince Charming having an affair while he pined for a woman who had died decades ago, and the Evil Queen was winning a battle against good. He would never have thought he'd live to see a day like this. "Well, you're fortunate you have someone that loves you."

"I really am," David agreed as the woman ahead of him in line finished up, and he walked forward to make his purchases, cash, of course. He needed to hurry this along. He had somewhere to be in ten minutes. And David…well…Marc would be watching, of course, but who knew where these next ten minutes would take him. Who knew where Belle's mind had gone in the last ten minutes of her life…

"Love…it's like a delicate flame, and once it's gone, it's gone forever," he whispered, managing to hold on to his smile even though his chest felt like it was going to burst open. He couldn't breathe. He had that feeling a lot when he thought about her even all these years later. If only things had been different. If only he'd been different.

Behind him, he heard the crinkle of a plastic bag and found one pushed in front of him with a ten-dollar bill, his change. "Best of luck to you," he muttered to David even as he smiled awkwardly at him.

He heard him whisper thanks, but he didn't turn to reciprocate, just made his way to the door and left. It was nearly eight, and with some useful information on David, a suspicion that could be drawn from an interaction for his own devices if necessary, he felt confident in the next step in his checklist.

Secure Moe French.

Dove informed him that he was still waiting in the shop, that he hadn't left, hadn't so much as set a foot outside. The lights in the store were off, the blinds pulled closed, but Dove said every now and then he could see French peek out the window to look down the street. That was good. He planned on using it.

He hid in the ally just beside Game of Thorns. It was cold out, and wet, and as he waited for the clock to strike eight, he didn't see a single person out on the streets. That was good. Very good. For himself, that was; for Moe French, it was rather unfortunate. He stayed quiet while he waited, shivering in the cold, wishing that he still had his magic. Magic would have made this really very easy and a lot more comfortable. But the cool air didn't scare him away. It didn't cool his anger or frustration; if anything, it just spurred him on. He imagined how cold Belle had been in her final days, wondered if she longed for the fireplaces of the Dark Castle. He thought of her every time his teeth chattered, and his body shook. The feeling of cold all around him was all he needed to remember why he was here, doing…this…

Right on time, Moses showed up. He watched as the van pulled up to Game of Thorns, listened as it groaned to a stop and the motor shut off. He heard a few bangs inside the metal giant, then finally, the back doors swung open. Moses jumped out and walked away down the street, unaware he was even there. Which was exactly what he wanted, especially when-

It was less than thirty seconds before he heard the door to Game of Thrones open. Suddenly, out on the sidewalk, Moe French appeared, staring stupidly up at his van as if it was an angel come to Earth instead of just a truck driven over from a storage lot. If only it was his angel…it might spare him. Moe went to the passenger door. He tugged on it but found it appropriately locked. Then he moved, predictably, to the back, where Moses had left the doors open. The second he was at the back, but hidden by the door, he moved behind him. He caught up his cane in his hand, and before even knew what was happening, he walloped him over the head with the handle.

Moe let out a noise, and with the help of a small push, fell into the back of his truck. Quickly, without thinking, he scooped up Moe's legs and shoved them into the back of the van. Then he climbed in after Moe, and after he confirmed the keys were waiting on the driver's side door as instructed, he moved to the back and closed the doors.

#Rumbelle #Rumple #Rumpelstiltskin #Dark One #mr gold #Belle #Moe French #Maurice #Regina Mills #Evil Queen #Emma Swan #David Nolan #Prince Charming #ouat #ouat fanfiction #fanfic

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Trust -- part twenty-seven

Okay...you all seemed to really despise that cliff hanger, so here’s another. Love you xx.

Christmas Eve is not spent with the usual party that Sherlock and John have. It is instead spent at John and Mary’s place with Lestrade, all four of them helping to review all of the files Mycroft handed over.

Lestrade had the security footage looked through and the cab did indeed go out of London, but it’s almost impossible to know where it went after. The connection on your phone must be shut off because they’ve tried tracking it and nothing will come up.

They’re losing their patience. And wondering if they’re running out of time.

John tries not to think about it. Whatever it is at this point, he’s trying not to think about it. He’s at least said a few words, though. To Mary and Lestrade. He’s had to act as Sherlock’s mouth because Sherlock, on the other hand, is not taking this well at all.

He’s been completely silent. “Thinking,” as he’d tell John. But he’s not just thinking. He’s worrying. For the first time in Sherlock Holmes’s life, he’s worried.

“Don’t get involved,” his brother always tells him. But it’s too late, so what’s the use now of trying not to be involved? He’s involved and he hates it and now you’re in danger. There’s nothing else he can do.

~~~

Slowly, you blink your eyes open. Consciousness has been fighting to win for the past hour and it’s only just now won the battle over slumber.

Your first instinct is to rub at your neck, which is sore. You go to move your hand, only to realize it’s tied down.

You sigh. “For fuck’s sake.”

“Ooh, glad you’re awake,” a voice somewhere in the darkness says. “Let’s get some light in here.”

You hear a click, and light floods the room, sending a piercing headache through your skull. “God, I hate being drugged.”

“I thought you were an addict?”

“Not anymore, Gidon,” you snap. You look over him, dusting off your deduction shoes. Sherlock used to practice with you, until he had a fit and stopped talking to you. “You’ve changed.”

He tilts his head. “How so?”

“Well, you would know, wouldn’t you?”

“Enlighten me,” he hums.

“You’ve gotten rather old. Remind me, wasn’t the rule that no God was supposed to live past the age of thirty-six?”

He chuckles. “I don’t have any rules.”

“You are with The Congregation, aren’t you?”

“Not anymore,” he sings. “Not since it was burned to the ground.”

You narrow your eyes, shifting your weight. Your shoulders are aching. You’ve been tied here for a while, a few hours at least. You squeeze your hands together, thinking of something to say while simultaneously thinking about how to get out of these binds.

“Six days that Tony was in London,” you murmur. “Six weeks later and Allen met the same fate with six bullets—”

“Yes, but tell me, how long has it been since I got to you?”

You stop trying to escape and begin thinking it over in your head. “S…” You pause in shock. “Seven months. You broke the pattern.”

“Very good.”

“Why?”

He turns and begins pacing, seeming genuinely troubled by your question. “Patterns are boring, patterns are primary school.”

You nearly roll your eyes. “Yet you’re following the story of the Bible.”

He stops walking. “It’s not a story,” he says seriously. “It’s history. It is meant to be repeated.”

It’s really not, you think, but you don’t bother saying it aloud. He’s only going to argue and you’re extremely exhausted at the moment.

“Besides, I knew you’d pick it up.”

“The pattern?”

“Everything,” he stops walking, looking a little dazed. “After all, you were the best insider we ever had.” He pauses. “Are you working for Sherlock Holmes now?”

“I do not work for Sherlock Holmes.”

“Oh, something different then,” Gidon nods in understanding.

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw you on the news,” Gidon says quietly. “The way your face changed when they asked if you were his girlfriend. You haven’t changed in that respect. Never wanting to be tied down.”

“I didn’t want to be tied down to you,” you spat.

“Yes, but you were surprisingly okay with being tied down to Tony,” Gidon smiles. “Very sorry about that one, by the way. Oh, and Allen. I had to get your attention somehow.”

“Well, you’ve got my attention now,” you smile sweetly, half from annoyance and half because you’ve managed to slip one of your hands free. “What do you want to say to me?”

“I may not be part of The Congregation any longer, but I do have some of the same beliefs,” he pauses. “It is Christmas Eve. Tonight, at midnight, it will become Christmas.”

It’s Christmas Eve already?

He pauses again, this time so a sweet, sinister smile can stretch across his lips. “The birth of a God is on the horizon.”

A chill goes down your spine. Mary Josephine. You need to find her before he tries anything. But you can’t mention her right now. He’d only use it against you. You know how he works. You know how you need to play your cards.

You swallow thickly, going along with his strange beliefs for the moment. “So, that means you have to die, then?”

“No,” he says, much to your surprise. “It just means a God has to die.”

“That would be you.”

“No,” he says again. “That will be you.”

~~~

“Sherlock, you need to eat something. You haven’t eaten in two days,” Mary urges, but Sherlock waves her away. She sets the plate down in front of him loudly. “Eat. Don’t make me force feed you.”

She storms away, her anger not entirely directed at him as much as it is this entire situation – though his silence hasn’t helped any either.

John watches the encounter with a sigh, waiting until Mary has left the room to ask. “Are you alright?”

“Are you?” Not surprising at all that when Sherlock Holmes doesn’t speak, the one person he will speak to is John Watson.

“No, Sherlock, I’m not,” John admits. “But there’s nothing in these files that Mycroft hasn’t told us,” he slams the paper down on his lap. “And I’m about to lose my mind because I’m so worried, so humor me. How are you doing?”

Truth be told, Sherlock Holmes was doing alright up until that moment. He was worried, sure, but he was thinking, running over where you could be. He knows he can find you before it’s too late. He isn’t worried about that.

Or he wasn’t. Until he got one frightening text.

Vatican Cameos. –GD

~~~

You had worried about this, about you being the one to die. You’ve worried about it since the day you and John argued about it. Sure, you worried about it before, but that day was the tipping point of it all.

“You are not immortal!” John bellows, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You’re not bulletproof, and you’re not a bloody God!”

“You think I don’t know that?” You yell in return. “Do you think I’m an idiot? I know I’m not a damn God, but neither is he, John! I just need to be on the same level of thought he is, for Christ’s sake. It makes this easier.”

“Easier?” He scoffs. “How does that make it easier?”

“Because I’ve spent my entire life wondering if the next day would be my last,” you mutter, quietly this time, your anger calming down. “And I’ll be damned if I get taken down by some religious arsehole with a God complex, alright? I know how he works. Just let me handle it.”

But how ironic it is that Gidon is going to be your demise.

“By the way,” Gidon adds nonchalantly, “I sent your little pet a text message.”

Sherlock. He thinks Sherlock is your pet? People normally assume John is Sherlock’s pet, or that you’re the pet, but never Sherlock.

“What did you tell him?”

“That you’re going to die,” Gidon smiles sweetly. “It is nice. Years of planning after you and Mycroft destroyed my entire family, and now I finally have gotten to you. It took me months to find you, you know.”

That was the point. You didn’t want to be found.

“You never stayed in one place for too long, did you? And then suddenly you got to London and something changed. Oh, I know,” he chuckles. “You met another man exactly like the one you left behind. You have a type, you know, it’s really quite obvious.”

You glare at him, trying to show as much irritation as you can. You don’t have time to worry about what Gidon thinks your type is, either. You know he feeds off of it, so as long as he sees you being unnerved by him, he’ll continue.

As he’s going on another rant, you manage to slip your other hand free. You freeze, holding tightly to the rope that once tied your arms back. If it falls, you’re dead. You’re already basically dead, but you’re trying not to think about that. Even if you are dead, you’re going to go down fighting.

You hold your breath as Gidon walks around your chair, his words now gone. He’s silent. For the first time in probably an hour, he’s silent.

“One thing you should know, Y/N, is that I know you better than anyone else,” he murmurs. “I knew you at your lowest, and that’s when you really get to know someone, when you know all their deepest, darkest secrets. It’s all revealed at rock bottom. And that’s where I met you. So,” he stops behind you, and you can feel the cold sweat on the back of your neck, your heart pounding in your chest. “If you think I didn’t realize you’d slipped out of the rope, you are mistaken.”

A sharp pain seizes your neck, your body going rigid, just like in the cab.

“Do not think you can outsmart me,” he hisses, yanking your arms.

You whimper when he pulls too hard, tying your hands back together. You’re losing consciousness by the second, so it’s useless when you try to fight, but you can’t help it. You squirm in the chair, trying your hardest to knock him away, until he pulls hard once more, a loud pop coming from your shoulder.

You scream then, the pain white hot and blinding, mixed with your vision blurring as your brain tries to fight to stay awake.

Gidon steps in front of you, shaking his head as he grabs your chin, making you look at him. He slaps you harshly across the face, knocking you into the darkness.

#Trust #sherlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock fanfiction #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #john watson #greg lestrade #mary morstan #angst #kidnapping #half-sibling!reader

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Today on the tnt loop: How To Sell Your Soul To Hell 101. 2.08 Crossroad Blues.

Dean’s been worried since 2.01 that John may have traded his soul for Dean’s life... and this is the episode where he gets the proof. He’s spent the season to this point on his “What’s dead should stay dead” streak, like with the Nice Guy™ in 2.04. Even the first few people they run into in 2.08, Dean feels justified in looking down his nose at them-- people who sold their souls for material gain, fame, and fortune.

First the architect who designed beautiful buildings, sure, but they end up talking to a colleague because he didn’t even have any family. Just his career. Then the surgeon, who yeah gained fame and fortune, but at least she saved a heck of a lot of lives, right? She was already a surgeon, she just wanted to be chief surgeon. She wanted to be in charge... and the only person who she shared her life with was apparently her housekeeper. Ambition that meant very little when the hounds came to drag them away.

It’s easy to feel like those folks were greedy, and therefore deserve what they got:

DEAN: Great. So we've gotta clean up these peoples' mess for 'em? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced 'em to play Let's Make A Deal. SAM: So what, we should just leave them to die? DEAN: Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save 'em?

But Sam persists, so Dean goes along with him. They find the guy who summoned the demon in the first place, who’s spent the last 10 years regretting not only his deal (he traded his soul for artistic talent, and he’s about to die penniless and alone with nothing to show for his life but a bunch of art nobody wants), but the fact that the demon stayed and made deals with a bunch of innocent people who didn’t even really believe or understand they were literally going to hell in ten years’ time for it. That guilt weighs on him, too...

GEORGE: Listen. I get that you boys want to help. But sometimes a person makes their bed, they've just got to lie down in it. I'm the one called that demon in the first place. DEAN: What'd you do it for? GEORGE: I was weak. I mean, who don't want to be great? Who don't want their life to mean something? I just... I just never thought about the price. DEAN: Was it worth it? GEORGE: Hell no.

And Dean gets just a bit more validation (or reverse validation? what do you call it when someone gets proof they’re unworthy?) that he wasn’t worth it, that John should never have made that deal.

And now we’ve arrived at the next Winchester Family Sacrifice Go Round, and the narrative wheel spins again. Feeling supremely justified and morally righteous, they find the final man who sold his soul. Dean coldly mocks the guy for selling his soul to get a girl, but...

EVAN: No. He's right, I made the deal. Nobody twisted my arm, that... woman, or whatever she was, at the bar? She said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but... I don't know how to— I was desperate. SAM: Desperate? EVAN: Julie was dying. DEAN: You did it to save her? EVAN: She had cancer, they'd stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice, they kept saying... a matter of days. So yeah, I made the deal. And I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot. DEAN: Did you ever think about her in all this? EVAN: I did this for her. DEAN: (advancing on him) You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn't have to live without her. But guess what? She's going to have to live without you now. But what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel? SAM: (putting a hand on DEAN'S chest, pulling him back) Okay, that's enough. You just sit tight, all right? We're going to figure this out.

Just like John did for him, and would’ve likely done again... so would Evan.

(brief aside to lol that the demon Dean summons knows who he is, and tells him “I get the newsletter.” The demons have had a weekly Winchester column in their paper forever, haven’t they?)

Dean has a plan though... and he’s got a plan B as well. Plan A is almost clumsy for him, like he wanted the demon to think the obvious devil’s trap under his car was the best he could do, wanted her to underestimate him and let her guard down, so she’d follow him into the real trap-- which she does while she’s rolling along delivering the taunts about how John sold his soul for Dean’s life.

DEMON: No. I don't think so. I'm not going to put you out of your misery. DEAN: Yeah? Why not? DEMON: Because your misery's the whole point. It's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's gotta hurt. (DEAN is backed up against a wooden railing) It's all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, "I can't do this anymore." You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault. (DEAN recoils as she gets more in his face.) You blew it, Dean! I could have given you what you need. DEAN: What do I need? DEMON: Your father. I could have brought him back. Your loss. Seeya, Dean. I wish you a nice long life. DEAN: Hold on. She stops, smiling.

His misery is the whole point. well, she’s right about that. This is all part of the longer game of breaking Dean enough to sell his own soul, giving him all the tools and knowledge to do it, but also destroying his self-worth in the process.

(and another aside to lol at a woman associated with darkness and death has told Dean that what he “needs” is one of his dead parents... this time John, but in 11.23 Amara actually does give him back Mary)

DEMON: I could give you ten years. Ten long good years with him. That's a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Sammy. The Winchester boys all reunited. (she advances towards him) Look. Your dad's supposed to be alive. You're supposed to be dead. So we'll just set things straight, put things back in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That's a bonus.

“Proof” that Dean is “supposed to be dead.” Kinda hits hard.

But Dean had no real intention (at least not right then) to accept that deal. It did maneuver the demon into the actual trap, where Dean bargained to trade HER life/freedom for Evan’s. Rather than be exorcised and banished back to Hell, she agrees, and seals the deal with a kiss. But Dean has proof about John’s deal now (and that demons are creatures of their word... no doubting she was telling him the truth, or at least the most painful possible version of it)

SAM: He did it for you. DEAN: Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him... wherever he is right now. I mean, he spent his whole life chasing that... yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy. You know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this. SAM: How many people do you think Dad saved? Total? DEAN: That's not the point, Sam. SAM: Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us. That's his legacy, Dean. But we're still here, man. So we gotta keep going, for him.

And here we have talk again of “legacies” and what that means to them, which becomes a big theme again in s12 (I mean it’s the whole point of 12.18, yes? selling out everything for the good of the family legacy?)

And we don’t yet know the Big Terrible Secret John told Dean before he died... that’s gonna linger out there all through 2.09 into cliffhanger territory before finally being revealed for the horror it is in 2.10...

Lies, manipulation, Dean’s crumbling self-worth, stripping away his cavalier facade that everything is fine and he’s coping fine (which we got a glimpse of when Andy forced him to tell the truth in 2.05, but has been getting consistently shakier as he’s forced to face the truth of what John did and his scrambling to adjust to life without John out there to tell him what to do as things so much further above their pay grade begin organizing a targeted campaign against the Winchesters for purposes as yet unknown). This is something John in no way prepared him for, and it’s all now suddenly on his shoulders as the world goes to literal hell around him.

Like Chuck doing the same thing in abandoning his angels... but more about that in the 2.10 report. This one’s getting long enough already. But just bear in mind that ALL of this was Chuck’s design anyway... his manipulation, these sorts of deals, familial sacrifices, and a bigger and bigger cosmic picture as the narrative spiral spins again.

#spn 2.08 #spn 12.18 #s14 hellatus rewatch #spn 14.20 #it's spirals all the way down #the ghost of john winchester #if you say 'mysterious ways' so help me i will kick your ass #spn 11.23 #spn 2.04 #performing dean #spiders georg of the tnt loop

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OC Interview!

I was tagged by @nuka-nuke (luv u bab) for this, so here I go!

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

I’ll tag @scarecrow-forest @lamorellenoire6 @chibikinesis @ryu-no-joou and @beetleboo

1. What is your name?

Would be sitting comfortably in a chair, whiskey glass in hand

"We'll aren't you straight to the point. If you've got to know, name's Texas, doll~."

2. Do you know why are you named that?

"Dunno, mama once said somethin' about her ancestors bein' from a place called Texas back before the world went t' shit. Might've all jus' been some bullshit for all I know."

3. Are you single or taken?

Smirks

"Well that answer depends on if I find ya interestin' or not. But for t' sake of time, I'm seein' someone, well, a few someones. That satisfy yer curiosity yet, doll?"

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Laughs

"Sure do princess! I've got a this cute lil' trick where if I say someone is dead, they'll show up dead the next day! World works in strange ways, darlin'."

"Aside from that, I'm killer with an automatic rifle, you'd be dead in a secon' if I wanted it. The rest of my talents are... well, let's just say I'm good with a rope."

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"Who t' hell is that Mary Sue lady? You better not be playin' me for a fool if you know what's good for you..."

6. What’s your eye color?

"Brown, plain an' simple. Mama said I had papa's eyes, always said that his were like chocolate- or caramel or some shit. Don't rightly give a fuck to be honest."

7. How about your hair color?

"Brown again, dark brown to be frank, but you can prob'ly see the color better in good lightin'."

8. Have any family members?

"No, mama got sick and died like a dog, and papa left and never came back, fucker probably got himself killed years ago, wouldn't be surprised if he's still in a ditch somewhere back in Vegas."

9. Oh? How about pets?

Sits up a bit straighter

"Well... don't rightly have one unless you count that quantum deathclaw egg I stole- rescued from an empty nest after its parents were... killed in an unfortunate hunting expedition. The thing hasn't hatched, but it hasnt rotten yet either, so don't know what's gonna happen with it."

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

"Well now that you mention it, havin' someone waste my time askin' stupid questions is pretty high on my list of things I don't like."

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

"You mean besides tying people up, takin' people's shit, or getting myself a new "toy" to play with? Dunno, all that takes up most of my time."

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

"You... are you fuckin' serious? I had a feelin' you were a dumbass but boy, you're somethin' else. Yeah I've hurt people, sometimes they even like it when I do it."

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

"Well sorry to disappoint, darlin', but you don't get t' where I am without poppin' a few heads. If it makes ya feel any better, I prefer playin' with my toys rather than breakin' 'em... at least at first."

Chuckles

14. What kind of animal are you?

"What kind of- the hell kinda question is that? I don't fuckin' know, a damn coyote for all I care."

15. Name your worst habits?

"Do you really want me to? There's a lot of 'em. Off the top of my head I'd say maybe drinkin' on the job, not bein' able to stop myself from wanting to... get a taste of something I find interesting, and dunno, maybe, just maybe, I like to stay a bit too clean sometimes, old habit really."

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

"Nope, nobody at all. Other people are just pawns, though I like to play with some more than others."

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

"I'm whatever you want me to be, baby doll."

18. Do you go to school?

"Do we fuckin' look like we have a damn school here at Nukaworld? Or do I like like a damn brat that should be sittin' on a desk takin' damn notes about some bullshit? Yeah, thought so."

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"Hell no, don' wanna get caught up in any of that business. Like hell that I'm ever gonna allow myself to get tied down to one por sod for the rest of my life. That's what mama did, and look at her now, six feet under cuz she was sure papa would come prancin' on in like nothin' happened. No thanks. As for kids that's another can of blood worms I ain't touchin' anytime soon."

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Laughs

"Sure do, people line up to see me every day, all eyes on me whenever I walk in the market, real ego booster if you ask me."

21. What are you most afraid of?

"Dying of boredom, so right now I'm pretty much on death's row."

22. What do you usually wear?

"A suit. I know, I know, you must be wonderin' why the hell I wear a suit, well, to be the best you gotta look the part, don't cha' think? Plus, it's catches people's attention, makes it easier to lure them in. Guess keeping it all clean is a hassle, but I've got people for that."

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

"Hm.... maybe some mirelurk cakes, damn things are pretty good when you find someone to cook 'em right."

24. Am I annoying to you?

"Nooooo of course not. I'm having the time of my life, can't you tell?"

25. Well, it’s still not over!

"Christ sake... this better be worth it."

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

"High and mighty, darlin'."

27. How many friends do you have?

"Yes."

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

"Pies? Why fuckin' pies of all damn things? I don't know, them pre-war ones looked good I guess, never had one. Might try to get someone that knows how to make one."

29. Favorite drink?

"Whiskey, plain and simple. Used to have Susnset Sarsaparilla back in Vegas, but they don't have those over here. Nuka-Wild comes close enough I guess, doesn't quite taste the same though."

30. What’s your favorite place?

"Anywhere that's mine, that's private, and a place that I can drag a new toy into in order to have some fun."

31. Are you interested in anyone?

"You could say that... there's a certain pup that I'm training into being more... well behaved. Gotta say, I'm hooked so far."

32. That was a stupid question…

"I'd say the same for all the other questions you've asked, but sure, whatever floats yer boat."

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

"Neither."

34. What’s your type?

"Hm... guess I like a challenge. Don't get me wrong, being able to do what I please with someone from day one is always fun, but there's something about breaking them and making them mine that turns me on intensely."

35. Any fetishes?

"Yyyyyup, let's see... domination, bondage, being rough, puppy play, being very physical, etcetera, too many to name."

36. Camping or outdoors?

"Pretty much everyone has slept outdoors before in their lives, how else you think I traveled from the west all the way to the east?."

#fallout oc #my oc #fallout 4 #texas #raider oc #nukaworld raider #raider

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September 2: Thoughts on The 100 2x05, Human Trials

Thoughts on Human Trials

They set up an electronic gate really fast, didn’t they? An efficient people. I think of the big Arkadia wall as really being a S3 thing, but they had to specifically unlock the entrance to get Clarke in.

Clarke & Abby was another relationship they really destroyed, huh? “That’s not a prisoner. That’s my daughter.”

Omg, Clarke thought Abby was dead this whole time. I completely forgot about that. I mean, I remember that she saw the Exodus ship explode, but I forgot that she had no way of knowing up until now that Abby wasn’t on it. Technically, Abby should have been a bit of a surprise to Bellamy and Finn, too, but I guess they had bigger surprises to deal with at the time.

I kind of miss Byrne tbh.

Six people made it to Camp Jaha. That’s Bellamy, Finn, Monroe, Sterling (RIP), Raven, and I guess Murphy is the last one, although as far as I can remember, the last Clarke saw him he was blasting a hole in the dropship and running away into the woods. So she probably wouldn’t guess he was one.

Jasper looking for Clarke 3-4 times a day in medical just tears me up inside. He’s so loyal. He feels all emotions on such a large scale. And his disbelief that Clarke would abandon them.... Who was it who theorized that Jasper was more upset about Clarke abandoning them in Mount Weather than abandoning them in 2x16 because I’ve never been certain I agree but I am intrigued.

Raymond J. Berry is so underrated.

I tend to think that Dante is sincere in offering Jasper the chance to leave and come back but I also think that this is a perhaps unintentionally cruel test because of all of the 48, Jasper is the one for whom it would be hardest to step back outside the bunker even on a mission of great personal importance.

“I have to believe they didn’t survive here all this time by fighting.” But like, actually.... didn’t they? RIP to my mom’s theory that ALIE kept the Grounders in a constant state of war to discourage population growth.

“In Grounder Creole.” I mean I guess that’s one word for it.

Clarke’s incredulousness that her mother is Chancellor is semi-hllarious.

She keeps on mentioning Finn and Bellamy as the most important people--were they among the six who made it? Where are they?

And yet RAVEN was the one who was waiting outside for her all night. Outside that shitty little medical tent. With her little tablet, reading. RIP Princess Mechanic.

Too bad Clarke put on pants before The Hug or think how much better it could have been lol.

I could watch them hug all day. Just this scene man. The best. I’m such a simple person. This is all I want. People smiling and being fond of each other.

Bellamy’s face when Clarke says she’s the only one who came back.

That Mount Weather/Reaper stuff is fully fucked up and I don’t think the show ever did anything more outrageous than this season. Which is why it should have stepped back from trying to be outrageous.

I really like scenes like this one with Bellarke and Abby, the tension in the power structure being so uncertain. Kane is the Chancellor, but Abby is also, and there are multiple groups of people out there with different levels of information, working toward different ends, and different ideas about who should be prioritized, and why, and Bellamy and Clarke are used to having the power to make those decision but now they don’t--just the intricacy of the plot at this point in the narrative. I love it. I love power dynamics and stuff like that. Also, while I get why Abby doesn’t want Clarke to leave, Bellamy is 100% right that she owes aid to Murphy and Finn, and Clarke is 100% right that, tactically speaking, cutting them loose is dumb, because they could easily create problems with the Grounders--which, in fact, they do.

Clarke’s “We’re gonna need guns” is so hot.

Adventure Squad to the rescue!

Electric fence. And Wick helping them out. I love Octavia actually looks younger than them here even though objectively speaking Marie is not. ALSO the massacre happens at Lincoln’s village but isn’t he from TonDC, which also had that bomb drop on it? Or am I confusing things? Because if so, damn, that’s a lot of bad luck lol.

So Monty would have left immediately to go after Clarke and Jasper wouldn’t--in part because he’s afraid but I also think he does feel betrayed that she left them, which Monty really doesn’t seem to care about. Interesting. And then of course the containment breach, organized to distract them and keep them from leaving. Not sure how to fully unpack that. I will note that Monty sees Maya being irradiated, which is to say that when he opens the vents in 2x16, he knows what that will do, down to the details, what it looks like, everything, and Jasper does too. Also interesting that Maya doesn’t want Jasper to leave, thinks it’s “smart” to stay. Because she doesn’t like Clarke? Because she fears the outsiders? Yet isn’t the greatest wish of her people to see the ground?

Also looks like they’re already prisoners given that you need a keycard to get out of the dorms.

I find it intensely suspicious that the Grounder blood didn’t work on Maya, since I’m sure they’ve seen radiation that bad before--the guy Clarke saw was pretty well covered if I remember correctly. I think they just weren’t doing anything, to try to get Jasper to volunteer as a subject. But is this done with or without Dante’s knowledge? I am going to say without personally.

“I know that look.” Monty knows Jasper’s ‘I’m gonna do something stupid’ look lol. Also, he is brave! He is!!

Bellamy looking at Clarke by the fire is so capital-R Romantic. They’re so efficient at comforting each other that he literally does the entire conversation re: guilt over closing the dropship door on him by himself. Don’t worry babe, I got this forgiveness narrative down.

Finn... is such a weird character. I don’t actually dislike his arc but it’s so hard to tell, for example, how smart he is, the details of him. He’s certainly very weak. Cracks under pressure, loses whatever moral compass he had at the first convenience. And what of Murphy? He’s uncomfortable with what is happening but for whatever reason seems to find himself unable to stop Finn even as he inches closer and closer to something terrible.

Is their leader... Indra?

Jasper’s “heavily sedated” face and Monty’s reaction lol. “Nothing, I feel nice.” And Monty’s eye roll. Bitch why are you so judgemental? Like you haven’t heavily sedated yourself for fun. And the classic ‘no, not going anywhere’ Monty gesture. Truly an Icon.

Ooh, I like this little outdoor cafeteria/bar. Forgot about that. Forgot about how much in S2 was outdoors or in tents.

I remember when Doctor Mechanic was a significant rare pair/side ship and you know what, I rather miss it. I was never really on board but I can see the appeal.

Minus the slapping, obviously. Which doesn’t even really fit in this scene imo.

“She stopped being a kid the day you sent her down here to die” is of course an iconic line but tbh it’s not really fair. More fair since Abby just slapped her but like--it’s a little late to be pulling that card. If they’d stayed on the Ark, more of them would have died than died in S1 on the ground, imo. And at this point that’s basically already known.

I wonder what all the ‘warning radiation area’ signs are from. Was there a post-bomb period where survivors lived on the ground and divided the worst radiation sites from the more habitable areas? Also the “no weapons beyond this point” sign clearly pre-dates the Grounders. And it’s in English.

Kane’s optimism/pacifism is really halfway and to that extent, what does he expect. Also is there prison a subway station? What a ridiculous but great way to bring Kane and Jaha back together again.

Yet again floored by this set design at the Grounder village.

Tbh I find it highly unrealistic that that amount of forest could have grown up on the National Mall in 100 years. And where are the other monuments?

Bellamy’s handdddddddddddddddddds.

Or maybe they just made Maya extra sick. So the treatment of circulating her blood through Jasper’s system is the same one they use with the Grounders, so it isn’t so much taking Grounder blood, as I tended to think of it, as using the Grounder circulatory system. But obviously this can be done without kiillng the person--so do they just use each body repeatedly until it... dies? I realize trying to find order in this is futile but I’m curious anyway.

“We all have jobs to do. Mine is to be obeyed” should have gone down in the canon of great lines. It’s certainly much better than some others I can think of.

I don’t believe Dante took the kids to experiment on them, what with his intense aversion to the experiments, and the way he gets attached first to Clarke and then to Jasper. But then, truly, as Tsing says, why take them? What was the endgame here?

“We have no choice but to move ahead with the 47″ is truly one of the weakest forms of ‘no choice’ on this show. Because, I mean, you do have a choice. You’ve discovered that they’re useful to you, but that doesn’t mean you HAVE to do the useful but completely immoral thing, that’s quite an obvious example of wanting, not needing.

No one can convince me that Dante is straight with scarves like that.

So in other words, Delano, of one-eyed Delano fame, was like the Murphy of TonDC. Don’t cast people out, nothing good comes of exile.

Finn’s “I found you” at the end is top 5 creepiest moments in this series and no I am not taking criticism on this post.

#the year 2019 #2019: fandom thoughts #2019: the 100 s2 #the 100

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Miss. Orléans | Red Dead Redemption 2 | Part 6

By the time everyone was up and about, starting their day, a stranger came strolling into their camp. It was a women, who looked around her late twenties but her brown eyes were aged as her skin was dark. Long black hair was braided and thrown over her shoulder. Behind her back she carried a rifle and a shotgun. With her odd attire of trousers and a button up blouse, a gun holster was on her hips, two revolvers tucked away in it. To say the least, it was no wonder why several people had a gun pointed to her.

"Put your gun down!" The women hissed out, her tone thick with an Indian accent, "Rose! James! Come greet Aunt Liliana!" She then called out, confusing many in the camp.

Dutch finally came to investigate the commotion, so did Hosea and the twins, who insisted on coming with him. Before anyone could stop them, the small children ran up to the seemingly dangerous person and Arthur was ready to shoot the women right then and there if it weren't the fact that she crouched down with open arms as Rosie and James engulfed her in a hug.

"Aunt Lily!" Rosie yelled happily, a wide grin in her lips, "what are you doing here?"

Liliana chuckled as she patted her gently on the head, "I can say the same to you two. I've been gone for a month and you went and joined a gang of Outlaws!" Her tone was friendly when she spoke to them, but there was this slight awkwardness to her tone.

Dutch cleared his throat, catching the girls attention as she stood up straight after fixing James attire. She commented how it's only been a day and yet their appearance was becoming messy, "You Dutch I suppose?" Her tone lost the gentleness in it as she yawned. It was a hell of a journey here from the mansion.

"The one and only," Dutch replied, "now I assume you must be an acquaintance with Miss. Orléans considering her children are so fond of you. What do we owe you for the visit?"

"Beth wants you all to come to her house today, all together," Liliana spoke as she placed her hands on the twins shoulders.

"I was told to do it in small groups."

"Plans changed. Pinkertons and a bunch of Cornwall's men are in Saint Denis. Told Beth to let you hang here for a bit but she insisted on all of you coming now."

"Wouldn't that draw in attention?"

"Told me to take you through the long path. Meaning taking the mountains so we enter behind her house."

Dutch didn't reply after that, but just grunted in annoyance as he rubbed his chin, thinking. At this point everyone had put down their gun, considering if they're aiming at her, they're also aiming at the two kids that stood in front of her. Plus, they recognized her eyes, how it was wild and free, she was an Outlaw. Judging by how Rosie and James were comfortable around her, she was probably a friend of Elizabeth.

"I see," Dutch finally spoke, "Miss. Grimshaw! Have everyone start packing up, we're leaving as soon as everything's packed. Charles, Javier! Go out in town and try to find Sean and Micah," the orders came naturally as he was natural born leader. He had both the charisma and craziness to have anyone follow him.

Liliana staid back as she didn't feel in the mood to help everyone pack. Once the twins ran off when Jack called over to them she settled herself in by leaning against a tree. Brown eyes quietly observing the camp as she was silently trying to find the one that captured Elizabeth's heart all those years ago.

She was indeed an Outlaw just like them, but she was a lone wolf, preferring to work by herself. It was easier that way, she only needed to fend for herself and she stuck to simpl and easy crimes, ones that kept her out of too much trouble. However, unlike most Outlaws, she still kept in touch with her family.

That was the reason why she knew Elizabeth in the first place. Lilianas father has been working in the same factory that was run by the Orléans since she could remember. At first her father was barely making enough to support his family, with the economy still in shits. It was the reason why Liliana became an Outlaw, robbed people so her family can eat. It wasn't fair, but life ain't fair. However, her father ended up getting a promotion and next thing you know her family has been invited to visit the Orléans for the day.

Turns out Mr. Orléans noticed the poor amount his workers were making and was trying to come up with a solution. Ended up only paying his workers two dollars more but started to give them benefits. It ended up being a huge deal and it helped her family out a lot. At that time, Elizabeth wasn't in the picture as she ran away already.

However, five years ago Liliana received a letter with a heaping pile of cash:

To the Halbert family,

Victor Orléans has recently passed away due to old age. In his will he talked highly of the Halbert family and left a sum of money to you. He talked highly of Mr. Halbert for being a good friend to him and being his trusted advisor, and talked about his daughter Liliana Halbert and how Victor took great joy with his meetings with her and the Halbert family.

In his last moments of life he often talked about the good people of the Halbert family. I wish I can one day hope to meet the people my father talked so highly of. My father informed me of the situation of Miss. Liliana and what she does for her family. I will not blabber to the Law, because I can simply relate to her somewhat with being an Outlaw and all. Within a few months I will be taking over my father's company and it may get shaky, so with the sum my father left you, I would like to give some money as well in thanks.

Thank you for keeping my father company while I was away, and I hope the best to you all.

Sincerely,

Elizabeth Elaine Orléans

The damn women ended up giving her family fifty thousand dollars.

Of course her mother ended up sending her to the Orléans house and lord and behold, she met Elizabeth Elaine Orléans. At first Liliana was wary of her, considering she knew she was an Outlaw, but as the girls got to talking, she realized that they were somewhat in the same. They were both Outlaws within their own reasons and the moment Elizabeth said she use to be one, Liliana knew she could trust her.

The girls had a lot in common with one another, they enjoyed playing poker, like hunting and most importantly they shared a common sense of humor. Liliana respected Elizabeth, unlike most, would have seen her actions of leaving the gang as betrayal, Liliana saw it as something smart and wise. Especially when you were about to have kids.

Liliana didn't have kid of her own, had no one she was sweet on and her little ol siblings where growing up too much. The rough and kind Outlaw found comfort in James and Rosie. They were the ones that kept her anchored to the real world and Elizabeth welcomed her with open arms.

Of course she was still an Outlaw, was always gone for long periods of time but would stay for a few days with the Orléans when she finds herself in town. Yesterday night she ended up coming to the mansion, a distraught Elizabeth in her office as Thomas was trying to calm her down.

Turns out a bunch of Cornwall's men and Pinkertons were down in Saint Denis and was worried that plans of sending the gang here would be to risky. So the women decided instead of sending them in small groups it would be best to send them all at once in a full day trip up through the mountains, down to the swamps and to her house that was so cleverly on a hill too.

"So you a friend of Elizabeth?"

Someone came and interrupted her thoughts as she looked up front he ground and met familiar looking blue eyes. However she was very much sure she never met this man before. Squinting her eyes at him, Liliana took in his features and couldn't help but be reminded of James.

Instantly it clicked in her head, "You Arthur Morgan?"

"Indeed I am Miss..."

Waving her hand dismissively, she pulled out a cigarette and offered it to him, which he took, "just Liliana really. Would say it's a pleasant to meet yah, but you's a damn fool for leaving Beth like that," she stated rather blunt, "For another one too."

Arthur only grunted as he rubbed his chin, watching as the last of things were loaded up into the wagons. All they were waiting for was Micah and Sean to be found, though if he had it his way, he'd rather leave Micah. His eyes were trained on James and Rosie who was following Hosea around, trying to help in ways they could, "don't have to tell me twice. How is...Elizabeth? Seems like she's doing well and all..."

"Don't let all the dresses and money fool yeah Mr. Morgan," the women shifted her brown gaze to the leader of the camp, Dutch. Noticed how he seemed more well put together then the rest, had the bigger tent, best horse, and overall just had the best stuff. Seemed more like a boss then anything else, "The only thing keeping her in tact is her kids. The women is still young and never took a man since I've known her, must be real frustrated if you know what I mean," there was a sly smile on her face.

Arthur didn't bother to reply, but tipped his hat down his face to hide his reddening cheeks. Anyone who knew Elizabeth knows she was beautiful by just looking at her, the finest women he's ever seen. The dress she wore the other day was the fancied he's seen her in and it showed off her curves. Didn't do her behind justice though, but everything else was shown off and Arthur was tempted to kick John out of the room.

If Elizabeth was frustrated, so was Arthur Morgan. It's been years since he's ever had a women in his bed, not wanting to risk the chance of what happened to his other family. And Mary...well the damn women toyed with his heart like no other and the foolish Outlaw let her do so. Guess he wasn't too careful though as now he has two kids that didn't even know he was their father til a few days ago.

Eventually Charles and Javier returned to camp with Sean and Micah following them. Dutch quickly explained to them what was happening and before Micah can spur him anymore, jumped on the wagon with Arthur sitting next to him and Hosea in the back of the wagon.

"Going to be closer to civilization then we've ever been," Hosea mused as he helped Abigail and the children up to the wagon, once all four of them were settled in he gave once more overview of everyone to make sure they were all good.

"Nerve-wracking," Dutch spoke as he took the reigns, and began to follow Liliana who was leading the group. It was a foreign feeling of him to be following instead of leading and he didn't like it one bit, "but think of the opportunities this will give us. Don't want to ask Elizabeth to lend us money, but we'll be in Saint Denis! In an actually city and we can just find a few more big scores we can get a boat and go to Tahiti!"

"Tahiti...What's Tahiti anyways?" Arthur joined in the conversation.

"Tropical island son! Filled with mangoes and such and sure as hell far away enough from all the civilization."

Hosea noticed that Dutch was getting slightly ahead of himself. He's been riding with Dutch all these years that he can tell whenever Dutch was becoming unhinged, "Let's not cause too much trouble in Saint Denis. We don't want to cause trouble for Eliza and her kids."

"Speaking of kids," Dutch's eyes never once strayed from Lilianas back as he took in the women's presence, "What are you planning to do Arthur?"

"What you mean?" The man played dumb, though he glanced to meet Dutch's eyes and silently told him to keep it down. Turning around he saw that the children were occupied with a book.

"Don't play dumb! You got a family now, so you planning to leave us for them? Be like Eliza and just walk away. Now don't get angry for me questioning your loyalty son," Dutch was threading on thin lines by asking this question. However, Arthur didn't even know what he was going to do.

With plans constantly changing, it was hard to decide on what he should do. Dutch was planning to take the gang far away from this place, far away form Eliza and he knew she wouldn't follow them. He wants to stay with her, but she lived a life he couldn't live, he'd be surviving, not living. But somewhere in his mind he was willing to survive all his life if he can be in his kids life.

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What Happens in the dark ch 1 moving in

Jewel's p.o.v

When I said that I wanted to live on my own, that was before I made it to LA. I had drastically changed my mind after. L.A. was expensive as hell, but my master wanted me to stay nearby where he could reach me. Unfortunately, the Vampiric Council had found out that he was dating his ghoul and didn't approve of it, which I really don't understand why they care so much, but I also don't want to see him get into trouble. He is the Baron of Hollywood, after all, we just really can't he seen together romantically unless in private that's all. Until I decide that I want to become a vampire too, anyhow. That's when our romance can go public which I would but I’m not quite ready to give up food anytime soon. I also don't want to give up on my only true loves Isaac, Romero, and Tacos so here i am at this big fancy...

Well..

...Almost fancy big apartment that I will be sharing with several other girls. My boyfriend Romero stopped at the new apartment to drop off all of my things before kissing me goodbye. The Vampiric Council seems unaware that Romero is romantically involved with Isaac as well, but if they do know then it's mighty unfair that they’re kicking me out to the curb. Of all people, the Vampire Council thinks sex with ghouls is “taboo and unnatural”- says the creatures who drink the blood of the living to survive- but whatever. What's been said is done and all set in stone. maybe one day in the future human and monster will be able to live together in harmony but, until now it's best if I lay low for a while. The Nosferatu and Toreador loved to gossip like the old crones they were and that's another reason I decided I had to move out of the master's place for the time being.

Pulling up in my pink dream car, Romero helped me drag all my things along with the movers who arrived just in time. Rolling up to the new place, the door opened and I thought it was my best friend Suzi, but nope, a very beautiful goth woman with dark red hair answered the door cheerfully and her smile was so contagious, I couldn't help but smile too. She must be a Malkavian, no one is ever that cheerful after the embrace.

“Oh you must be Jewel! My name is Alysa, it's nice to meet you," the woman said while extending her hand out to greet me. Smiling, I shook her hand.

''It's nice to meet you too, Alysa, Thanks for inviting me to live here I really appreciate it," I replied back, adjusting my purse on my shoulder. Alysa was just about to say something when a loud raspy cackle startled us both.

“Well if it isn't Barbie back from the Dream House!” the female Nosferatu mocked. Sashaying up to me she looked me up and down grimacing in disapproval at my outfit. Apparently, pink shorts and a lace top were forbidden in her eyes.

'' And lookie here ya even got a Gucci belt on and a pink hair ribbon with high heels. Wow, you must be Isaac's favorite little plaything…" she hissed rudely. Alysa quickly stood in between us

“She didn't mean that, Jewel …..Marie be nice!" She spat in an annoyed tone.

The Nosferatu rolled her eyes before giving us both the finger and walking away “Enjoy your new dream house 'bitch!’” she yelled back. I almost threw the pumpkin spiced drink in my hand right at her bald head. Alysa, sensing that the ghoul was really getting agitated, grabbed the other woman's hand and led her upstairs.

VV and Yukie were discussing plans for tonight when the two bumped into them.

''Hey Yukie, hey VV this is the new roomate I was telling you about, remember?" she said cheerfully, and the others looked confused for a second before it finally hit them. ''Oh yeah, the witch....i mean necromancer... er... never mind. My name is Yukie it's really nice to meet you." the Japaneese woman said happily, shaking Jewel's hand.

“Finally, pleasant people!” the necromancer thought to herself before shaking hers back.

'' and my name is V.V.…”the other red headed vamp started before gasping “Oh my God, who did your nails?" she asked quickly snatching the black woman's hand and admiring the pink and jewel decorated nail art on them, making the young ghoul smile. ''Oh, Kiki from Ooo La La nails did it for me and it only cost me $40 bucks, you should definitely go to her," she recommended. The four girls chattered on and on until it was time for Alysa to show her upstairs to her room where Jewel and the movers unloaded all her belongings. After everything was unloaded, Alysa showed Jewel the rest of the apartment. The kitchen was an industrial wooden theme with old fashioned chairs and a classic looking fridge from the 1950s in that famous robin’s egg blue. The sink was polished copper and absolutely spotless. A breakfast nook sat in the corner, furnished with plush pillows and bare, antique style light bulbs were suspended from the ceiling giving the nook a warm glow.

“That's strange,” Jewel thought to herself, “the kitchen looks absolutely spotless, a little too spotless for a house packed with ghouls.” Upon opening the fridge, it was filled with blood packets of all blood types and organic food, junk food,energy drinks,soda and several types of snack food, and a leftover chinese take out box. Other than the blood in the fridge, it was a typical bachelorette diet.At that the new ghoul closed the fridge.

One the way to the bathroom, Alysa showed her the bathroom and the room next to it was Suzie's room, marked with a bright blue door, which was shut and the room was off limits for now. Jewel was sad that her friend was off at work and not at home, but she will be back soon enough. It took a while, but the pair finally made it to the library. The house as well as the library was decorated with tons of plants of all types in several different pots and books of all literature types. From twilight, to classical vampire literature from old to new, books from all sorts of ages and dead languages, and most impressively, books stolen from the tremere chantry itself.Jewel whistled in amazement and amusement. Upon looking at the couches littered with decorative pillows of all sorts from tacky, to plain,to glamorous, to macabre, to kawaii. It was obvious that all the housemates contributed to the decor was so odd that the ghoul couldn't help but laugh. Off to the side of the library, th last place they visited was the game room which looked like an arcade and chock full of nerd stuff, including a book shelf full of board games and dice of all shapes and sizes. Alysa gave Jewel the tour of her own room- it was a mix of gothic and nerdy with dark purple walls and black lace curtains and a rather odd sized coffin in the middle of the room.

“Go on, open it”

Inside the coffin was a bright orange electric guitar. Alysa started to laugh hysterically.

“Don’t worry, we don’t sleep in coffins if we don’t want to. Honestly, they are not very comfortable. But I adore coffin cases, even in life I thought it was funny.”

Looking around the rest of the room, there were Star Wars posters and a victorian era vanity covered in makeup and a little computer desk covered in textbooks and robot pieces and small statues of video game characters. There was also a couch with a bright red fuzzy blanket and a nest of pillows, this was probably where Alysa slept. It was refreshing for Jewel to see a fellow nerd who shared her same interests that this place was starting to feel like home.

The last place visited was Two's room. He just moved in yesterday, and tonight he was busy painting his room all black. He was so engrossed in painting, he didn't see them come in until Allysa knocked on his door and accidentally scared him. Upon realizing who it was, the younger ghoul stepped down from the stepladder to greet them.

'' Hey Two, sorry to bother you, but this is the new roomate I was telling you about yesterday, and her name's Jewel." Alysa piped up happily pushing the pink-clad necromancer ghoul towards him.

''It's nice n- n - nice to meet you. Damn it I stuttered." The necromancer cursed and the other ghoul laughed.

“It's fine; no need to be embarrassed. Alysa here told me all about you. Now I'm not gonna lie dude, I got kind of scared because you know Craigslist always has creeps on it, but this is a nice surprise. Also, love the outfit, you look like a model." He complimented and that made Jewel crack a smile.'

“Aw man, thank you so much that means a lot……" but before she could even finish what she was going to say, a loud bang from the kitchen startled all three of them. In high concern, all three supernaturals ran to go see what was happening in the kitchen.

Two and Alysa exchanged concerned glances when they entered the kitchen and saw Marie stuffing her face with the flaming hot Cheetos that she knew damn well that belonged to Jewel and purposely ate them to get under the other's skin.

''You asshole! My boyfriend got that for me not you! And why are you eating human snacks anyway, aren’t you dead?" Jewel asked and Marie snickered before stuffing the last chips down her grotesque throat. ''Sorry, I didn't see your name on the bag…. The nosferatu shut right up and she placed a clawed hand on her mouth. Turning a horrible sickly green color that was not normal, especially for a Nosferatu. Pushing them out the way, Marie quickly ran into one of the unused guest bathrooms and slammed the door. Two grimaced while Alysa nervously bit her lip. Now Jewel would have felt bad for the other woman had she not been rude within the grand total of five minutes of knowing each other, but she considered this as karma. A horrible gag erupted from the nearby bathroom making her feel nauseous herself.

Jewel suddenly no longer wanted her pumpkin spice drink and set it on the granite counter .

''Um sorry about Marie, she’s not always like this. Let's get you settled in, shall we?" Two asked and the black woman nodded before leaving upstairs with the other ghoul as Alysa went over to check on Marie.

“Don’t worry about Marie, I’ll keep an eye on her” the Malkavian reassured the newest housemate.

That bathroom definitely was going to have to be cleaned with bleach tomorrow.

To be continued….

#roomates #roomate au #vamps living with ghouls #vtmb au #vtmb oc #vtmb

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OUAT 3X08 - Think Lovely Thoughts

We’re nearing the end of the arc and it’s just utter PANdemonium!

Shut up, Rumple! That was funny!

Anyway, to find out why, venture below the cut!

Press Release

Pan leads Henry to a secret cave, where he has convinced the boy that he alone can save magic and Neverland itself. But a showdown between good and evil is about to go down as Emma, Mary Margaret, David, Regina, Mr. Gold and Hook find themselves directly on a path to Pan in an effort to save Henry. Meanwhile, back in the Fairy Tale Land that was, young Rumplestiltskin is given a magical item that could help him make a fresh start with his father – who has been anything but a good dad.

Main Thoughts - Characters/Stories/Themes and Their Effectiveness

Past

This flashback may have one of OUAT’s most mature messages: Sometimes, family can be bad and they need to be cut away from you. There’s no hope of reconciliation and not even a removed heart to blame for it all. Sometimes, they’re just garbage people and trying to keep them in your life will only hurt you.

Malcolm’s abandonemt is one of the most malicious abandonments ever shown on the show. Like, had it not been for Gothel, it would probably be number 1. Malcolm sneers as he tells Rumple he’s the only thing holding him back and then just throws him to the metaphorical wolves. It’s the meanest kind of break up and making it familial just makes it so much sadder.

Present

Our present segment is kind of like “Into the Deep.” Like that episode, its character work is expressed not through more open-and-shut story, but through character interactions in the midst of plot progression. For a series like OUAT, I think these episodes are important because there’s always so much going on and this style keeps up the momentum of the season and of the two I’ve seen, I’ve liked them both!

It’s fantastic seeing everyone come together, flaws and and anger and all. We haven’t reached the “look how far we’ve come moment” yet, but the payoff is starting to emerge. We see bits of hope of reconciliation between Rumple and Neal, Neal forcing Rumple to do right by David, Neal and Killian working together better...yeah, there’s a lot of Neal, and I like that! Neal’s becoming a real favorite of mine and I’m really sad we’re gonna lose him soon.

But honestly, Pan is the true star of this episode again. What makes Pan such a good villain is how well he exploits tropes. He knows what buttons to press to make heroes do what he wants them to. “All heroes are tested.” He knew Henry would go tip over to his side with a line like that. Because Henry loves these tropes so well, Pan has been able to play him like a fiddle and that bit of manipulation is terrifying and fascinating.

Insights - Stream of Consciousness

-”Follow the lead, gents.” Not even being subtle (And I use subtle loosely), are we? XD

-”You’d be better off without him [Rumple’s Papa].” Fuck yeah, he would be!

-Wow, watching this again shows me just how much “The Black Fairy’s” flashback fucked us over. Like, here, Malcolm doesn’t outright detest Rumple, there are just a million things he’d rather do than take care of Rumple. In “The Black Fairy’s” flashback, well, he outright hates Rumple from the second he learns of Fiona’s fate.

-Pan’s influence and manipulation, not over just Henry, but all of the Lost Boys, is incredible!

-I fucking love the Spinsters. They are such sweet old ladies! They offer to teach Rumple and they’re so friendly! Rumple, stay with them forever. Tell Malcolm to fuck off!

-”Names always make things better.” FUCK. YOU.

-”I didn’t think I had any talent.” Damn! That is so sad! Baby Rumple went through a good chunk of his childhood without any real positive reinforcement. Like, I want to say what that does to a person, but we already know and...DAMNN.

-”Your father will always be your burden, Rumplestiltskin.” Honey, you don’t know the half of it.

-OMG! Malcolm did the Rumple laugh! I love this show!

-”But you trust me. Don’t you son?” “I want to.” Holy shit. That line could’ve come JUST AS EASILY out of Rumple and Bae’s mouths.

-Rumple’s family is so freakin’ ass-y with fathers and sons! Gideon, either don’t have kids or have those Belle genes kick themselves into high gear!

-”You suddenly interesting in what I have to say? Thought I wasn’t to be trusted.” Rumple, shut up. Your karma evaporated for a damn good reason! Don’t act hoity toity!

-”No deals, no favors, understand?” YESS KING! This is what I’m talking about with Neal. He’s not giving Rumple a fucking INCH and why should he? I said this before and I’ll say it again. Neal’s death had nothing to do with Emma but EVERYTHING to do with Rumple because Rumple would never be allowed to be sleazy again had Neal stayed alive.

-*Rumple grabs Killian’s sword right from his waist* *Jenna grins like a fucking idiot*

-”Thanks mate.” *A bro nod is exchanged* *Jenna grins harder*

-”You did that for me?” Let’s talk about this line. This fucking line! Neal never had anyone try to save him like this as a kid and now he learns that the Darling family was even more amazing than he ever thought! I love this show!

-”You told her I was dead?” NOT NOW, RUMPLE!

-”It was easier than telling the truth -- my own father abandoned me.” *Jenna cries like a little bitch*

-*Malcom falls* KARMA, BITCH!

-God, Malcolm is creepy as fuck as he remembers Neverland. He looks like he belongs in an asylum.

-”Well apparently, that’s the only thanks I need these days.” *sighs* You don’t get it now, Rumple, but you will in about four seasons.

-”You promise not to be long?” More like, “You promise not to BELONG?”

-“Because you don’t belong.” Holy crap! I wasn’t wrong!

-”Are you okay?” Neal, Emma just did a fucking back flip! You tell me!

-Blocking the moon out to get rid of shadows? Emma, you are a fucking genius! <3

-Is it any coincidence that I’m fucking humming “Brandy” while watching this episode? Damn, Guardians 2 hit me.

-”Oh, it’s for the best, Rumple.” Part of me isn’t sure if that’s the best bedside manner or not. On one hand, Fuck Malcolm with a rusty nail-covered bat. On the other hand, he’s an emotionally distraught child.

-”Pleasure to see you too, Baelfire.” Pan is such a little shit!

Arcs - How Are These Storylines Progressing?

The Mission to Save Henry - “We’re all going back. Together.” I love how everyone is together for the crescendo of the arc’s “climax” (Or one of like, three of them)! As I said before, it really delivers on the payoff promised at the end of Season 2 and the beginning of Season 3.

Emma Accepting Your Parents - “Maybe it’s just you rubbing off on me, but I refuse to believe that.” Until that line was said, to be honest, I was torn between being cynical of Emma for her rigid thoughts on family and her inability to understand the nuance of the situation and prideful in the character development she showed by fighting for her family. But once that line was said, I was on the latter side HARD! Also, this follows Emma’s line of thinking throughout the rest of the episode! She really wants to keep her parents!

Regina’s Redemption - Another small, yet big sign of Regina’s redemption is Regina apologizing for insinuating that Emma shouldn’t have rescued Neal right to Rumple’s face. Good job!!!

Killian’s Redemption - If my arch enemy called me a “cowardly pirate,” I wouldn’t smile. I’d gut him. I’m gonna give Killian points for being better than me in that regard!

Rumple’s Redemption - Rumple’s redemption is handled so well here! He’s still an asshole, almost charging David for the Dreamshade cure, but he’s really cooperating with the group because he knows he’s the center of a lot of bad blood. He’s trying to earn their trust because he knows Henry’s life means more than him being the top dog. And seeing him overcome his internal issues with Pan only to still lose hurts so much as a result!

Favorite Dynamic

The Nevengers and Rumple. Oh My Stars! The group teamup against Rumple was dramatic in the best way EVER. Just...everyone slowly making these points against Rumple as he weakly tries to throw a case for himself together was dramatic, tense, and incredible. All of Rumple’s bad karma comes to a head at the worst possible time and it is GLORIOUS! And the tense peace they reach is just as great! All of that distrust still remains, threatening to shake things up going forward. ”You life so much as a finger to perform magic, you’re gonna spend eternity in this box.” YESSS, Neal! And eventually, Rumple’s honorable decisions are recognized by Emma, Neal, and Regina!

Writer

David Goodman and Robert Hull are today’s writers and after their stellar start this season with “Nasty Habits,” I had high hopes for them. And they did a fantastic job here! Everything comes together very naturally, the dialogue is super en pointe, and the pacing for the packed story is just amazing!

Rating

Golden Apple. What an awesome episode. It’s a great rush seeing the final pieces come together for the grand Neverland rescue, seeing everyone work together as a team and sniping at each other while cooperating, and getting a great and comprehensive flashback at the same time! Also, everyone feels really intelligent and earnest to who they are and want to be, making this episode feel more real. It’s honestly such a great time watching it!

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Thank you for reading and sorry again for the smaller review. I got caught up by my backlog after coming home from the con and losing two of my review days, so it looks like you’ll probably be getting four reviews next week. Still, I promise I’ll make something a lot better for next time to redeem myself! In the meantime, I really appreciate your patience with me! <3

Also, thanks as always to the fine folks at @watchingfairytales for putting this project together!

Season 3 Total (76/220)

Writer’s Scores: Adam and Eddy (19/60) Kalinda Vazquez (17/40) Andrew Chambliss (17/50) Jane Espenson (10/30) David Goodman (20/40) Robert Hull (20/40) Christine Boylan (10/20) Daniel Thomsen (10/30)

Operation Rewatch Archives

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10 Worst Hits of 2018!

I hate the 2018 hit list.

I hate all the artists we brought back. I hate all the new ones we got. I hate the fact that Lil Peep kicked the bucket without getting on the hot 100 but XXXfuckassaton got three hits. I hate that nothing off of Kamikaze reached the year end hot 100 despite it being one of the only good hip-hop albums that dropped this year. I hate that we’re all alive and that Tumblr has banned porn. But life goes on.

Bad hit songs. Bing bang boom.

Fair warning, I’m gonna be hitting a lot of trigger topics including abuse, pedophilia and rape.

10. Lucid Dreams - Juice WRLD

Before I say anything, can I just point out that ‘Juice WRLD’ is one of the absolute worst rap names I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

Anyway, Lucid Dreams.

I feel like rap music has been having a lot of sad pathetic break-up songs lately. And this won’t be the last one, absolutely not. Pretty much everything about Lucid Dreams, much like a seizing, dying epileptic old man, is wriggling and frothing uselessly in a puddle of its own filth. With nothing to do but choke out on a mouthful of blood it can only try to scream weakly through a pool of foamy spit that’s settling towards the back of its throat. It’s sad in the same way that ASPCA commercials are sad, as opposed to how a good break-up song feels.

As Juice WRLD brokely copies the beat of Lil Uzi Vert’s smash hit XO Tour Llif3 from last year, and also randomly samples a song by Sting, he stumbles weakly through lyric after insipid lyric that sounds like it was written by a 13-year-old. I tried to find an example of specific bad lyrics but holy shit, I’d honestly be better off just putting the lyric genius page here, complete with verified translations of this lyrical xanax binge from our boy Juice WRLD himself.

It’s a break-up song, but it’s as whiny as one can get. With Juice WRLD claiming “evil girls have the prettiest face” (gag) and insisting the girl in this song “wants him dead”. His whimpery vocals don’t help any part of this droning septic tank that I can only describe as the closest similarity we’ll ever get between a song and the pokemon Muk.

Even the music video is just a shittier version of XO Tour Llif3, and while it’s honestly more interesting than the other 75% of rap videos, what does it really add? I can only imagine that whoever was directing it realized this song has literally nothing going for it other than the possibility that stoners and pill-poppers will mistake it for XO Tour Llif3 if they’re high enough and threw in some surrealist imagery with the excuse being that, well, it’s titled Lucid Dreams.

Really the most egregious thing about this song is that, in the lyric genius page, Juice WRLD goes on some tangent about how popping pills isn’t cool and he was popping pills “before it was cool” and now kids are doing it. Hey Hi-C, you know these kids look up to people like you, right? Why not actually make a song about how doing drugs is bad instead of just offhandedly mentioning how you used to pop pills to, quote, “feel a-okay”? Not that I’m assuming you ever thought of that when you were writing this, most likely dosed up on a gallon of cough syrup.

Then again, I dunno if I wanna be preached to by the man who wrote a song titled All Girls Are The Same.

A lot of songs this year were underwritten and boring. Lucid Dreams isn’t the worst offender, but it’s definitely the saddest. And I don’t think it was sad the way ol’ Juicy Juice was intending. Personally, I’d rather just drink the kool-aid.

Blurgh... Muk cannot change you... Muk must replace you...

9. Meant to Be - Bebe Rexha ft. Florida Georgia Line

Is it bad that I honestly wasn’t sure who was the feature and who was the headline of this song?

Anyway, here we have Florida Georgia Line returning for another year of meathead bro-country crap and Bebe Rexha returning for another year of having literally no personality whatsoever with a song that has so little substance it may as well just be air.

I’ve never really extrapolated my thoughts on Bebe, mostly because she’s a complete and utter non-presence in every track she appears on. I honestly didn’t even realize she had a music career of her own, I felt like she just existed to feature on everyone else’s shitty music. What the hell is she gonna sing about besides the damn factory she was built in?

I’ve also never extrapolated my thoughts on Florida Georgia Line.

Here’s what I’m imagining their brains look like:

Yeah. So a combination between two walking cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a literal sex robot. What can go wrong? Well. Everything.

With a title like Meant to Be, you’d think it’s about running screaming into a relationship because you know it’s gonna work. Not so, as it’s actually about staying relaxed in a relationship. We got time, right? At least that’s what like, 75% of it is about that.

Bebe seems more than ready to rush in and get sloppy, but you think Florida Georgia Line are 100% ready to enter a steady relationship with a dead person? I wouldn’t be.

The production is just a piano and some sad trap drums, so basically every other Florida Georgia Line song. It has nothing going for it other than maybe masturbating to the music video and Bebe’s sweet, sweet inflatable titties trying desperately to crawl their way out of her country girl flannel.

And that’s really it.

You tried.

(Or did you?)

8. Friends - Marshmello ft. Anne-Marie

Aww! They’re so cute.

Marshmello is kind of a cryptid to me. I never really understood the whole trend of producers and DJs wearing these weird things on their head. And part of me, well, all of me feels like Marshmello rides purely on quirkiness alone.

Look at him! He’s so wacky!

The production on this isn’t bad per se, other than this high-pitched squeal they drop into the final chorus, but it’s definitely not great and kinda has me wondering why Marshmello is basically producer of the year despite not doing anything much more interesting than all the other producers. At best he has a little bit more energy behind him.

Anne-Marie has apparently, allegedly existed before this year, but I have literally no recollection of any song by her. But if this song is anything to go by, she’s annoying and sucks.

Friends touts itself as “the friendzone anthem” and tries to be relatable to teenage girls who’ve had to friendzone a boy, and if I had to guess this is sort of in response to all the friendzone songs from 2016 like Treat You Better. This would be fine except 1. you’re two years late, 2. nobody wants to hear a friendzone anthem and 3. this song is the highest level of cuntiness anyone can comprehend.

Here’s the thing about the concept of the friendzone. Nobody sits around wanting to friendzone people. Nobody is chilling in their bedroom with their friends wishing they could have a friend who has a crush on them and then that friend is like “I like you” so they can be like “uhh we’re just friends”.

Which is why we don’t really need an anthem for it.

The friendzone sucks. It’s not even a real problem, dudes just make it a problem because apparently being friends isn’t good enough for them. Nobody wants to have a friend who’s crushing on them, nobody’s happy about that. And the catty Mean Girls tone that Anne-Marie takes to it makes it seem like she’s a strong independent woman trouncing on the hearts of men like some kind of TERF horse when really nobody feels that way when having to “friendzone” a person.

Plus judging by the lyrics, this guy is showing up at 2 AM in the rain. At some point you need to stop being friends when he starts obsessively stalking you, maybe a few words to consider would be R-E-S-T-R-A-I-N-I-N-G O-R-D-E-R.

Women have the right to see their male friends as just that. But nobody is proud of having to do it. It’s not a point of pride, it’s just a choice people make, like what shirt they wanna wear in the morning. Trying to sell it as some kind of bootleg female empowerment anthem is pathetic.

Also I swear to god she spells friends as “F-R-I-N-D-S” in the chorus.

“We’re just frinds, Deadmau5.”

7. Yes Indeed - Lil Baby and Drake

Who the good god damn is Lil Baby? I’d never actually heard of him until someone in my music history class gave us a presentation on Lil Baby and how cool he is. I’d literally never heard of the guy before, because I never really listen to any of these hits until the end of the year.

Turns out Lil Baby is just another mumble-rapper, this time jacking his style from Young Thug. Color me surprised, I guess. How come none of the mumble rappers I actually like came back this year? No Desiigner, no Lil Uzi Vert, no Lil Xan? No. Fuck you. You get Juice WRLD and Lil Baby, two of the worst rap names on the planet.

He’s on the list of rappers made famous by Drake, and Drake had a monster year this year. Even with me living in a hole I knew the impact God’s Plan had, but apparently all 25 of his crummy songs charted at some point. That is 25 monotonous Drake songs circulating through the radio stations, 25 Drake songs constantly weighing on the shoulders of the collective public, and 25 Drake songs even his detractors probably knew all the words to just through exposure. Even I’m sick of the guy, and I have Hotline Bling on my Google Play Music library.

Yes Indeed is honestly void of things to say about it. Drake is boring, Lil Baby has one of the worst voices in recent history I can think of, the beat is nothing, it’s just a nothing song. The only noteworthy thing about it is that Lil Baby references Pikachu, a big mistake, as Young Thug also referenced Pikachu on one of his first hits. Though I’ll admit a yellow car has more similarities to the electric mouse pokemon than diamonds do.

What bothers me about this song is less the song itself, as the song is a non-presence, but moreso that in a world where streaming has finally seeped its way into the Hot 100, we have come to the conclusion that this is what people want to hear. They wanna hear Yes Indeed. And I just don’t get it.

Also, “waah waah waah, bitch I’m a baby”. High art.

6. Te Bote - A whole shitload of people

I feel like Spanish reggaeton has been an on-and-off interest of the American public. But it really reached a head recently thanks to Despacito, which all Alexa memes aside, is a great fucking song. But the fruits of its labor have been less than impressive, from last year’s goat-screeching jam Mi Gente to whatever the hell this is.

It’s nice knowing that foreigners write music as shitty as we do.

The title, Te Bote, roughly translates to “I dump you”. But it can be read much harsher in Spanish as bote is often the verb people use to describe tossing out garbage. And boy, is this song... uh... you know.

I don’t like to barf out the word “misogyny” constantly just because, well, anything can be misogynistic if you look deep enough. There’s a point where even I, the ratty little feminist I am, just don’t care. But Jesus, referring to your woman as garbage in the most backhanded way is... wow.

But I’ll be honest, being an English speaking moron, I don’t care about the lyrics. My problems run much deeper than blatant misogyny and pettiness.

Namely that this song sounds like ass.

Te Bote has six artists on it. Six artists, and not a single one sounds good. Most of them are squealy. I don’t actually know who’s who except Ozuna and Bad Bunny. Ozuna is considered one of the worst Spanish artists of today, and I can see why, because he just straight-up sounds like the lovechild of Akon and Lloyd.

As for Bad Bunny, I was slightly more drawn in by him because he looks like a cross between Blackbear and Pitbull, and I dunno if he’s dropped any other better singles, but on this he straight-up sounds like Barney the Dinosaur. Not as much as Lil Yachty, but still. Most of the others sound like autotuned mice, but there’s one guy who tries some kind of low-voiced speed-rapping and it sounds weird and wrong. The production is nothing notable, and uses the bum, bum-bum drumline of literally every reggaeton and Spanish pop song including Despacito.

And I could forgive all of that.

But let’s look at this for a moment. Each artist has their own verse. That’s six verses. Six verses plus five choruses, one pre-chorus, an intro and an outro. And how much does that add up to?

Nearly seven minutes.

Seven minutes of the same beat. Seven minutes of basically the same kinds of singers. Seven minutes of misogynistic lyrics. Seven minutes of garbage, garbage, garbage. Imagine listening to this whole thing. There are people on this earth who have actually sat through this whole garbage song multiple times and thought, “yeah. I like this.”

I mean of course Te Bote barely got any radio play, it’s nearly 7 minutes long with no breaks. So obviously some massive group of people had to be streaming it and listening to it by choice.

5. Taste - Tyga ft. Offset

Remember Tyga? He was one of the Young Money rappers that didn’t completely fall off after the 2000′s, along with Nikki Minaj and Drake. But after he put out $timulated, a song about how he fucked a 17-year-old Kylie Jenner but, in the words of Slim Shady, “look at her bush: do it got hair?”

we all dropped him, because that’s fucking gross. Kylie Jenner dumped him and is now dating someone else, I forget who because I don’t care. And with us having to deal with 6ix9ine I was comfortable leaving Tyga in the wastelands.

Honestly? The only reason this song is even here is because it’s a return Tyga single. I’m not even mad about Freaky Friday, because like, whatever, it made me laugh like a stupid idiot, but this? We asked for this. A Tyga single in 2018, about nothing, with a nothing beat, and Offset still bragging that he’s the best member of Migos when that’s like being the twinkiest member of One Direction. And once again, people actively wanted to hear this song about nothing in a year full of songs about nothing that, at the very least aren’t by pedophiles.

I don’t even wanna talk about this anymore.

4. I’m Upset - Drake

Me fucking too.

Like I said, Drake dropped 25 songs on his new album Scorpion, and all of them became hits. The worst of which, in my opinion, being I’m Upset. Just look at that title. That’s how your father talks to you when you slam a window open with a baseball and he walks through the glass shards.

This one has backstory, my favorite, longtime rival Pusha-T stated in some song that Drake actually had a secret child with a porn star and was planning on using that kid for like, an Adidas sponsorship or something. Which is fucked up. And at least part of that has been confirmed on Drake’s end, he did have a secret son with a porn star.

And then Scorpion and I’m Upset dropped. And it sucked. All of it.

The chorus of I’m Upset is weirdly catchy, but the beat is like every other Drake beat, Drake himself sounds about as upset as he can convey, which is very little, and it’s all just really really boring soundwise. When Drake goes on for long enough he begins to just sound like a bunch of bees. Bees, bees, bees, nothing but bees. And I’m tired of Drake bees! I’m sick of it! I don’t want anymore!

Anyway, lyrically the gist of I’m Upset is about how Drake doesn’t like paying alimony, and NO.

BAD DRAKE! BAD! BAD RAPPER! GO TO YOUR ROOM!

You do not get to be a world-famous rapper with fuckillions of dollars to your name and get to whine and bitch about paying alimony to your baby mama. You don’t get to roll on the floor whimpering about how your evil harpy whore of a porn star one-night-stand is (legally) receiving money from you to take care of the son that YOU ditched.

You had 25 hits this year. 25. And you’re getting pissy because you have to pay and I quote fifty to a hundred thousand dollars child support. For you that should be nothing. You are practically drowning in money, and if you really don’t wanna pay child support you could, I dunno, raise your goddamn son instead of leaving him in the hands of someone who probably barely makes a fraction in a year of what you make in a month?

Look, say what you want about Eminem. At least he was a good father on record, and if he isn’t a good one in real life I’ll be very very shocked.

I’m upset too, Drake.

3. Roll in Peace - Kodak Black ft. XXXTENTACION

I fUCKING HATE KODAK BLACK

Might wanna consider writing stuff down, Kodes.

May I call you Kodes?

Anyway, Roll In Peace is the only song on this list that isn’t ACTUALLY in the Year End Hot 100, but I couldn’t just let it slide. Not when it’s a collab beween Kodak Black and XXX. Not when it sounds like ass and feels like being shot.

If Drake sounds like bees then Kodak sounds like mosquitos, right in your ear, in the deepest parts that can only be reached by one of those earwax slurping tools. The beat has that flute again, probably because it’s half of what made Tunnel Vision famous. (The other half being controversy of course.) X’s verse has like, two lines to do with the actual plot of this song. And what is the plot?

Oh, poor pitiful Kodak can’t roll in peace. Poor Kodak Black can’t have any time to himself! The media is just all over him and X for no reason whatsoever! He’s never done anything wrong, other than, oh I don’t know, the rape allegations? The abuse? Armed robbery? Assault? That one time X nearly killed a gay dude in prison for no reason other than the gay part?

Yeah, fuck you.

You can’t “roll in peace” because you don’t have the right to anymore. You are a bad person. And X, when he was alive, was a bad person too. Sure maybe he was claiming to be working on self-improvement, but the only way I’d believe it is if I saw it, and it’s too late for that now.

As long as you refuse to apologize, you will not “roll in peace”. As long as you don’t see that you have done something wrong and continue to blame it on systemic racism which is a very real thing that you continue to trivialize again and again so you can avoid your rape allegations, you aren’t allowed to have any peace in your goddamn fucking life.

You can’t try to deflect it on Lil Uzi who posts Satanic imagery on his Instagram despite wearing a Jesus piece. You don’t get to deflect. You get nothing, and you deserve to go broke and fuck off.

There’s a joke I can make, but it’s too soon.

2. Gummo - 6ix9ine

Oh, okay, I can do this.

Uh, Gummo is this really good movie directed by Harmony Korine about some kids in this town that was totally wrecked by a tornado. And after that everything’s in shambles, so these kids can just do whatever they wa...

Oh. Oh dammit.

GOD IS DEAD GOD IS DEAD GOD IS DEAD.

So imagine you’re me looking at the Hot 100 for one of the very first times about a year ago, and you see a song titled after one of your favorite flicks of all time. And sure, it’s being sung by a guy who looks like a Lisa Frank condom, but god you just love that movie so much. And sure, Nicole Dollanganger has already made songs referencing that movie, but you want MORE.

Then you play it and it has literally nothing to do with it.

It’s loud and obnoxious and stupid and has a very clearly hispanic dude dropping the n-word like he fucking owns it. He’s just screaming these nonsense lyrics about nothing. And it’s not like I just don’t get songs with screaming. I have the entirety of Carcass’ Reek of Putrefaction on my phone. But this? This sucks. It sucks! The beat doesn’t fit at all and no matter how I look at it it wouldn’t fit anywhere else, and 6ix9ine’s flow is the death of all art. The only thing he can do, much like a child in a well, is scream and scream and scream and it’s horrible.

And trust me.

This was far before I knew of 6ix9ine’s baggage.

In case you don’t know somehow, this Rainbow Brite little fucker was actually convicted of filming a sex tape of a 13-year-old. While I don’t think he actually had sex with her, he was at some level sexually involved with her.

How did we respond? We gave the ugly fucker a hit. And his hit was this. Where he directly references his sexual involvement with this 13-YEAR-OLD GIRL.

He doesn’t give a shit. And he knows his fans don’t either. He continues to release low-effort garbage music, and in an interview about FEFE he even openly stated that he doesn’t put any effort into writing lyrics. He doesn’t try, he’s a bad person, and his blind fanbase continues to shower him in money like he deserves it.

We’re idiots.

An awful song made by an awful person. The only way to hold a candle to it would be, well, an even worse song made by an awful person.

Anyway, dishonorable mentions.

FEFE - 6ix9ine ft. Nikki Minaj

This song sucks too. And Nikki Minaj should be ashamed for working with this fuckhead.

God’s Plan - Drake

I’m almost definitely a minority in absolutely loathing this song, but I can’t stand it. It’s not structured, there’s no flow to it, it just feels like a whole lot of nothing with no point. And while I will give it to Drake that throwing money at homeless people is a really good thing regardless of why he did it, it was still a super obvious publicity stunt.

Plug Walk - Rich The Kid

Boring.

Girls Like You - Maroon 5 ft. Cardi B

Also boring. My tolerance for Maroon 5 has lasted way longer than anyone else’s, but I think it’s about time we let them go.

I Like Me Better - Lauv

I’ll be honest, the only part of this song I really hate is the weird synth interludes. The singing is fine, the content is fine, it’s all the perfect level of mediocre without that violin fart synth.

No Brainer - The ‘I’m The One’ crew, but we replaced Wayne with an actual baby

Really just an even less interesting version of I’m The One, but without Li’l Wayne. Also Justin Bieber kind of looks like a trucker now, and I hate to say it, but that’s the most attractive he’s ever been in my opinion.

Freaky Friday - Li’l Dicky ft. Chris Brown

I’ll be honest, I actually love this song. It’s funny to me, I mean, maybe I’m a simple-minded man, but a good dick joke can send me off the rails. But I’m still at least a little miffed that we’re letting Chris Brown have money, so it gets a mention.

Gucci Gang - Li’l Pump

It would be here if it wasn’t also a hit last year. Consider this a placeholder for any crossover hits I didn’t like, like Mi Gente, Perfect, Believer, and Sorry Not Sorry.

Let’s do number one. And if you know me, you know what this is. If you don’t, don’t just immediately get pissed with me when you read it. Okay? We’re good here? Alright.

1. SAD! - XXXTENTACION

So here’s a fun little sobstory for you. Less than a year ago, my boyfriend introduced me to this great artist. They were in a really oversaturated genre but doing something completely different with it, and I fell in love immediately with their dark topics, interesting production, cool music videos, and general aesthetic. And their name was not XXXTENTACION, it was Melanie Martinez.

Late last year she was pressed with a rape allegation, and one that couldn’t be proved either way. Desperately I scraped through the bowels of the internet in search of something that could disprove it and came back largely empty-handed and wounded. Because Melanie’s music meant a lot to me, and I do mean that. I couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t sure what to do knowing that a person I’d based my own aesthetic, my own writing, my art, and my music on would do something like that. I tried to force myself not to listen to her music, but it just wasn’t possible.

Over time the wound scabbed up and closed and I finally gave up and decided to split the art from the artist, feeling like at the very least I wasn’t directly giving her any money by downloading her music on Google Play. But I’ll still never be able to get back the way she used to make me feel.

So what I’m saying is, I get it.

I’ve actually gone and listened to a few of X’s songs on my own before doing this. And I put myself in the mind of me a year ago discovering a new artist without those preconceptions. And I felt it. I don’t know how, but I did. I felt it. I listened to Look At Me, and I felt like if I’d heard it before I knew what X had done, I’d probably love it. Sure the production is a fucking disaster but the lyrics are just the kind of shock rap that entertains me. The production on Moonlight is really interesting and while I didn’t think Changes was very good and kind of guilt trippy, I could definitely understand it.

But then I circled back around to SAD!

And I lost it.

Something about this song just kills all the good will I might have ever had for this kid or his fans. And really it’s all because of one line, and everyone probably knows what that line is already.

So according to lyric genius this line might not actually mean what I think it means and could potentially be referring to X’s friend Jocelyn Flores, who took her own life tragically. And though on X’s song about her and every time he addresses her he seems to make it all about himself, he really did seem wounded by it. He seemed like a wounded, mentally fucked-up person who needed help.

Except that this song is about Geneva.

The girlfriend he allegedly abused.

The girlfriend who was pregnant, who he abused, and judging by this line, who he is now performing the age-old manipulation tactic of threatening suicide if she ever leaves on.

When I remove this song from context, there’s no way of excusing that line. The rest of it I can understand, and he really does seem emotional in the verses, and I know we’ve all been in a place at some point of being somehow spurned by a lover and still missing them in spite of it. But to threaten suicide if they try to leave is inexcusable.

His voice sounds fine, and the beat is once again stolen from XO Tour Llif3, but there’s a point where I can’t really care about it. Because children do listen to this kind of music. And along with Melanie Martinez, this song brings me back to when I was young and one of my favorite songs was What The Hell by Avril Lavigne. A song about cheating on your S/O and not seeing a problem with it. My sister and I would sing and dance to that song all the time, so much that I never really realized what it was about, or that there was anything wrong with it. Not until I was an adult and I looked back on it. And wouldn’t you know it, children can sing along to SAD! too.

I know X is dead. And I know it’s not my business to dictate how people should feel about things. Geneva deserves the right to be sad about X’s death, and she forgives him, even though I really don’t. But the way people have treated her especially after X died is inexcusable, and it’s in part because he wrote songs like this. He didn’t just manipulate her. He manipulated everyone. Every single one of his fans probably really did think he would kill himself if his girlfriend left her. And yes, X is on record having thoughts of suicide, I would never take that from someone.

I used to have a close friend who would feign a panic attack every time someone criticized him. It felt like he was threatening suicide once a week. And I always supported him because I cared about him. It was exhausting. I ostracized people because they knew he was a bad person. I shut people, good people, out of my life because they wanted to help, and I said bad things to them. Eventually we fell out and I was left cold and alone with nobody left to take me back, and I slugged through mud for a year just to pick myself back up.

I can imagine that’s kind of what being an XXXTENTACION fan is like.

And like me, with any luck, they’ll regret saying the things they did too.

That’s all for this year. I’ll get to the best when I have more energy, but now I just can’t.

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49. Souls of the Departed, Pt.5

Storybrooke. Present. Granny’s Diner. (Emma, Mary Margaret, David and Henry are in Granny's diner listening to Regina as she tells them what happened.) Mary Margaret: “She'll really do that? She'll throw your father, her husband, into the fire?” Regina: “Of course she will. She thinks she's giving me my best chance. I can't let my father suffer because of me.” Emma: “I’m sorry, is no one else bothered by the fact that there are dead people walking around Storybrooke?” Regina: “One thing at a time, Emma. However they got here, the point is my mother is threatening my father and it’s my fault. He's dead because I killed him. The only way I've been able to deal with that is by imaging he went to a better place, but... he didn't.” Enchanted Forest. Past. (It's late at night and Henry Sr is waiting in the woods, as Snow White approaches him from behind, her arrow pointing at him.) Snow White: “I got your message. Are you alone?” Henry Sr: “Alone and unarmed, as promised.” Snow White: “Well, I'm alone, but I don't go anywhere unarmed. Sorry.” Henry Sr: “I'm here because I care about my daughter. And if the war continues, it will destroy the kingdom, but more importantly, her soul.” Henry Sr: (Arriving behind her:) “Snow White.” (Snow turns to face the real Henry Sr, who looks shocked. Cora, disguised as Regina's father, suddenly moves forward and rips Snow's heart out. Snow turns back to face her, as Cora reveals her true self for the first time.) Cora: “You see? The only way to truly achieve peace is through war.” (Places Snow's heart inside a box.) Henry Sr: “Cora. How... how are you here?” Cora: “Why, because of you, Henry dear. You played with magic you didn't understand. And I never let a good mistake go to waste.” Henry Sr: “Please, I beg you. Don't do this.” Cora: (Controls Snow through her heart:) “Now... forget this ever happened and go enjoy your last few hours. (Snow White forgets what has occurred and walks away, leaving Cora and Henry Sr alone:) Come along, Henry. Regina needs her birthday present.”

Storybrooke Graveyard. Present. (Emma and Regina walk through the graveyard trying to locate Henry Sr.) Emma: “So what’s the plan?” Regina: “If the dead truly walk among us, my father could be anywhere and we don’t have time to look. But I can summon him to his grave.” Emma: “Gina, why do you think this is happening, why now?” Regina: (Shakes her head:) “Cora didn’t say. All I know is we’ve fought too damn hard to become a family and Storybrooke is our home. We’re not leaving without a fight.” Emma: (Nods:) “You want me to come with you?” Regina: “No, thank you. I don’t know what kind of reception I’m gonna get and... I’d rather face my father alone.” Emma: “All right, in that case I’m gonna go join the others and try and track down our friends, see if we can find where they’ve gone to. Call me if you need me.” Regina: (Nods:) “I will.” Emma: (Squeezes Regina’s arm:) “Good luck.” Past. Enchanted Forest. Dark Palace. (It's the Evil Queen's birthday, and she is glaring at her birthday cake, whilst people are gathered around her, ready to celebrate her birthday. The Jester is trying to get her to smile.) Jester: “Make a wish! Make a wish!” (The Evil Queen angrily blows out the candle, still glaring at the Jester.) Jester: “What did you wish?” Evil Queen: “That you were amusing, Jester. And it didn't come true. (Uses her magic to kill the Jester:) Let's wind this up. I've had enough revelry.” Cora: (The crowd parts when she speaks:) “Oh, don't go yet.” Evil Queen: (As Cora starts walking towards her:) “Mother. How did you get out of Wonderland? Where's Daddy? Did you do something?” Cora: (Stops in front of her holding a birthday present:) “Oh, I lost track of him hours ago when I had him wrap... this. (Holds the present out for her:) Happy birthday, darling.” Evil Queen: “I don't want anything from you.” Cora: “Oh, you'll want this. I did what no one else could do, Regina. I've brought you your revenge. (Opens the box:) Snow White's beating heart.” Evil Queen: (Leans forward, inspecting the heart:) “Really?” Cora: “Crush it, and she dies at last. You don't believe me. Let me show you. Bring the Magic Mirror. (Two Black Knights go to collect the mirror as the Evil Queen picks up the heart and laughs evilly, before turning to the mirror:) Show us Snow White.” (The mirror transitions to Snow White, Prince Charming and the dwarfs having dinner somewhere in the woods and they are all laughing.) Snow White: (Holds up her tankard:) “To the queen! May she spend the rest of her birthdays searching for me.” Grumpy: “To the Queen!” (Snow, Charming and the Dwarfs all clink their tankards together.) All: “To the Queen!” (The Evil Queen begins to crush the heart, and Snow stands up, gasping and Charming looks at her worriedly.)

Prince Charming: “Snow.” (The scene in the mirror continues to show Snow gasping and frantically pawing at her chest, as the Evil Queen continues to squish the heart. A few moments later, Jiminy flies out of Snow's shirt and everyone laughs. The Evil Queen looks away from the mirror and down to the heart angrily before squeezing it into dust, causing one of her Black Knights to fall over and die.) Cora: “Someone switched the hearts.” Evil Queen: (Angry:) “Who?” Dining Room. Some Time Later. (Regina now stands in the empty dining room, inspecting her apples, when Henry Sr. enters, carrying a box.) Evil Queen: “You gave Snow White her heart back.” Henry Sr: “I had to... for your own good.” Evil Queen: “How could you say that? She'd be dead right now, and all this would be over. Don't you want me to be happy?” Henry Sr: “Of course, but not like this. If you crush her heart, you could be dark forever, Regina. You'll be just like her... your mother. That's what she wants. Please, Regina. Please, you have to listen to me. You can be happy.” Evil Queen: “Killing Snow White is the only way I will ever be happy.” Henry Sr: “I'm sorry you think that.” Evil Queen: “You betrayed me, Daddy. And you know what that means.” Henry Sr: “Do what you will, dear. It matters not, because Snow White lives. And now so does your chance at redemption. Whatever happens to me was worth it. This box is as empty as your pursuit. I pray it stays that way.” Evil Queen: “It won't. Until Snow White dies, I will never be what you want... let alone what I want. (Takes the box from him:) And this box was made to hold something precious. And that's exactly what's it's going to do. (Uses her magic to shrink her father so he can fit into the box:) Don't worry, Daddy. You're safe in here. I just can't let you stop me. But I would never do anything to hurt you.” Henry Sr: “Regina, please. Don't. No!” (The Evil Queen shuts the lid.) Present. Storybrooke Graveyard. (Regina stands over her father's grave, summoning him. After a few moments Henry Sr. appears.) Henry Sr: “Regina.” Regina: “Daddy. I'm so sorry. (Crying, looks to him:) I'm so sorry.” (Sobs.)

Henry Sr: (Steps forward and places his hands on her shoulders, before hugging her:) “It's okay, dear. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.” Regina: “Is it? Am I really forgiven?” Henry Sr: “Of course. I love you no matter what. That's what fathers do.” Regina: (Pulls back:) “I'm not sure they do. I think you're very special. I don't understand how you can be so good.” Henry Sr: “Oh, I'm not perfect. I have many regrets.” Regina: “Well, it doesn't matter. Your suffering will not get any worse. I'm going to see to it.” Henry Sr: “No, Regina. That's what I came to tell you. Your mother is using me to get you to leave. But I want you to stay. You've got a job to do... helping Snow White, your friends. They need you. They need your strength. You finally put vengeance aside to be a hero. I'm not gonna stand in the way of that.” Regina: “But Mother's going to do something awful to you. I can't cause you pain again. Mother made her decision. We both know we can't change her mind. But she's given you a way out. Both of us.” Henry Sr: “When you tore my heart out, it was driven by the worst motives. But if you stay, you spread hope. That's the best thing anyone can do. Let your old man see you doing the right thing. Then I truly will not have died in vain.” (He disappears in a cloud of smoke.) Enchanted Forest. Past. Dark Palace. (The Evil Queen is now sat at her dressing table, her father still in the box, when Cora enters, walking towards her.) Cora: “Where's your father run off to? I still owe him a thank you for spoiling your birthday surprise.” Evil Queen: (Stands up, picks up the box and walks over to Cora:) “I've already dealt with him. Say hello to Daddy.” (Opens the box.) Cora: (Peers inside the box and gasps:) “You've impressed me, sweetheart.” Evil Queen: (Shuts the lid:) “You know... Daddy may have been wrong to ruin my revenge, but he was right about you.” Cora: “When are you going to get it in that thick head that I do everything for you. Especially the things you can't do... like Snow's heart. How long have you been trying to get it? Because it only took me a day.” Evil Queen: “And it only took you an hour to lose it. When I get my revenge, it will be my victory. You won't be around to steal it away.” Cora: “You don't have the power to push me back to Wonderland.” Evil Queen: “I don't need it. There's someone who'd be happy to lend a hand.” Magic Mirror: (Appears in the mirror:) “Hello again, Cora. Ready for your trip? (Magically, arms suddenly spring out of the mirror and grab Cora around the waist, attempting to drag her back to Wonderland.) Cora: (Struggles against them:) “Don't do this!” Evil Queen: “It's done. I've already cast a spell to seal this portal once you're through. Not even I can reopen it. And you'll be out of my life forever.” Cora: “Without me, you'll fail. And even worse, you'll be alone.” Evil Queen: “Better alone than with you.” Cora: “You think you're better alone? Let's see how you really feel.” (Cora uses her magic to transport the box into her hands.) Evil Queen: (Gasps and begins to run forward to grab it back, but Cora is sucked through the mirror before she can:) “No! Daddy!” Magic Mirror: “Well... you always have me.”

Present. Storybrooke. Beneath The Clock Tower. (Surrounded by fire, Henry Sr. is in the same place as Blacktooth was earlier. Cora is watching on. Regina runs in with Henry.) Regina: “Let him go, Mother.” Cora: “You shouldn’t be here.” Regina: “I can't turn my back on those I love.” Cora: “I know that seems like the right choice, but life doesn't work that way. I implore you, leave this place.” Henry Sr: “No, Regina. Stay here. Help your friends. She's trying to bait you.” Regina: “I didn't come back just to help my friends. I came back to help everyone.” Cora: “That's not possible. You have to trust me.” Regina: “Let him go.” Cora: “Oh, please listen to reason. Listen to me. Just do what I say.” Regina: “Henry, stand back.” Cora: “Please don't force my hand. I don't want to do this.” Regina: “Then don't.” Cora: “I'm sorry.” (Cora uses her magic to command the fire to surround Henry Sr. Regina rushes forward, but is blocked by a barrier of fire.) Regina: “No!” (Turns back to face Cora.) Cora: “One day, you'll understand.” (Disappears.) Regina: (Turns back to her father:) “Daddy! (Crying:) I'm so sorry. (The fire stops surrounding Henry Sr:) Daddy?” Henry Sr: “Stop. Stay there. I'm okay.” (The walkway completes itself so that Henry Sr. can cross to the other side, on to a better place.) Regina: “What's happening?” Henry Sr: “I don't know. There's... something down here. It's so... it's beautiful. It's where I belong. (Turns back to face Regina and walks towards her:) I know what my unfinished business was now. It was you.” Regina: “Me?” Henry Sr: “For so long, I let your mother get in the way of who you really are. It was the biggest regret of my life. But now... you're free of her. And I've never been more proud.”

(Regina cries as Henry joins them.) Henry: (Steps forward:) “Hi.” Henry Sr: “Is that...” Regina: “This is your grandson... Henry.” Henry: “Thank you, Grandpa... for believing in her like I do.” Henry Sr: “Thank you, Henry... for being there when I couldn't. You take good care of her. (Looks back at the entrance to heaven:) It's time for me to go.” Regina: “Daddy, no.” Henry Sr: “I love you, Regina. Never forget... who you really are.” Regina: (Nods, crying:) “Okay.” (Henry Sr. turns and crosses the bridge into heaven.) Storybrooke. Main Street. (Regina and Henry make their way towards the fallen clock tower, where Emma, Mary Margaret and David are waiting.) Mary Margaret: “Tell me your father's okay.” Regina: “He's better than okay.” Henry: “He's in a better place now.” Mary Margaret: “Wait. That means everyone here...” David: “Can be saved.” Regina: “Every new... dead soul in this town apparently has unfinished business. And chances are, for a lot of them, we're that business.”

(As everyone continues talking, Emma glances at a familiar part of the street, causing her visions to run through her mind again. Quickly snapping herself out of it, Emma recovers in time to hear Henry.) Henry: “So... who's ready for Operation Firebird?” Regina: (Laughs:) “Is that what we're calling it?” Emma: “You referring to the mythological bird or the muscle car?” (Emma wraps her arm around Henry's shoulder before leading him away. The others follow, and Regina stops to watch the clock for a few moments. The clock ticks and she smiles, before following the others. The group are unaware that Cora had been watching them, who then turns and enters the library.) Inside The Library. (Cora walks to the elevator, before getting in to travel underground. Once at the bottom, she walks through a tunnel before coming out into a private lounge area with music playing. Hades is sat drinking wine and someone is giving him a pedicure.) Hades: “Mm. (Chuckles:) Did you hear that, Cora?” Cora: “The music? Yes. But I've never been very fond of the violin.” Hades: (Chuckles:) “I wouldn't expect a miller's daughter to appreciate a virtuoso like Paganini, but, no, I didn't mean the music. I was talking about the clock. Did you hear that little tick up there? It was the sound of your incompetence.” Cora: “Why do you want my daughter gone? What threat could she pose to you?” Hades: “Ah. Tick, tick, tick. You see, each clock tick means a soul has left my domain. Do I look like I like to lose anything?” Cora: “Then why bring the Underworld to Storybrooke in the first place? I did what you asked. I didn't want to. I... I jeopardized my relationship with her.” Hades: “Yes, because you thought you could get her to do what I wanted, which you couldn't. If it makes you feel any better (Chuckles:) she's going to regret her decision.” Cora: “Don't threaten her. Or me. Now... I want what I was promised.” Hades: “Ah. Really, Cora. I'm surprised you care so much about Regina... especially after what you did to your other daughter.” Cora: “How do you know about Zelena?” Hades: “Oh, I know about everything. Including why you gave her up. All so you could claw your way out of a miserable peasant life. Which (Chuckles:) suggests the perfect punishment. (He chimes his glass and turns Cora back into the Miller’s daughter:) Look at that. A miller's daughter once again. Hurry now, Cora. You have flour to deliver. That's what they do at mills, isn't it? I never paid much attention. It seems like such dull work.” Cora: “No. No, you... promised you'd save us. Just...” Hades: “And you promised not to fail. (Stands up:) Something to think about for eternity. Bye.” (Cora sobs, before beginning to push the heavy wheel barrow full of flour. Hades watches with an amused look upon his face, before his hair ignites into blue flames.)

The End.

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THE FINAL PROBLEM (PART 1)

“May be the hardest case of your career”

1. THE GREAT GAME

JIM: D’you know what happens if you don’t leave me alone, Sherlock, to you? SHERLOCK: Oh, let me guess: I get killed. JIM: Kill you? N-no, don’t be obvious. I mean, I’m gonna kill you anyway some day. I don’t wanna rush it, though. I’m saving it up for something special. No-no-no-no-no. If you don’t stop prying, I’ll burn you. I’ll burn the heart out of you. SHERLOCK: I have been reliably informed that I don’t have one. JIM: But we both know that’s not quite true.

2. A SCANDAL IN BELGRAVIA

Making Sherlock aware of John’s feelings for him & making John jealous. So The Fall will have a bigger emotional impact on them.

IRENE: And somebody loves you. If I had to punch that face, I'd avoid your nose and teeth too.

IRENE: The key-code to my safe. JOHN: What was it? IRENE: Shall I tell him? My measurements.

You quote the whole episode but the Battersea scene is the key here (the conversation between John and Irene which Sherlock eavesdrops)

SHERLOCK: Oh, you’re rather good. IRENE: You’re not so bad. JOHN: John Hamish Watson – just if you were looking for baby names.

(Sherlock’s monologue shows him opinion on love at that point but it’ll also be important later on) SHERLOCK: I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me but the chemistry is incredibly simple, and very destructive. When we first met, you told me that disguise is always a self-portrait. How true of you: the combination to your safe – your measurements; but this is far more intimate. This is your heart and you should never let it rule your head. You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you’ve worked for but you just couldn’t resist it, could you? I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage... Thank you for the final proof.

3. THE REICHENBACH FALL

SHERLOCK: So how’re you going to do it ... burn me? JIM: Oh, that’s the problem – the final problem. Have you worked out what it is yet? What’s the final problem? I did tell you... but did you listen? How hard do you find it, having to say “I don’t know”? SHERLOCK: I don’t know. JIM: Oh, that’s clever; that’s very clever; awfully clever.

Okay, let’s stop here for a minute... Sherlock geniuely didn’t know what The Final Problem was, and he didn’t even get it on the roof (SH to Jim: I am you. Prepared to do anything. Prepared to burn.), distracted by the ‘code’ and Jim’s fairytale stories. The suicide was exactly what Moriarty wanted, because TFP was all about the consequences of Sherlock’s ‘death’.

“What’s the final problem? I did tell you... but did you listen?”

Back to TGG: I’ll burn the heart out of you. SHERLOCK: I have been reliably informed that I don’t have one. JIM: But we both know that’s not quite true.

The heart is John Watson. Jim’s (or Mycroft’s really, but I’m not gonna get into that here) plan was to break John. By ‘killing’ himself Sherlock saved his friends. But.. did he really?

JOHN: You ... you told me once that you weren’t a hero. There were times I didn’t even think you were human, but let me tell you this: you were the best man, and the most human ... human being that I’ve ever known and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, and so ... There. I was so alone, and I owe you so much. No, please, there’s just one more thing, mate, one more thing: one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t ... be ... dead. Would you do ...? Just for me, just stop it. (He gestures down at the grave.) Stop this.

4. THE EMPTY HEARSE & THE SIGN OF 3

John trapped in an unhappy relationship with Mary, pining for Sherlock

I’ll burn the heart of out you... literally.

MARY: Oh my God, oh my God. Do you have any idea what you’ve done to him? SHERLOCK: Okay, John, I’m suddenly realising I probably owe you some sort of an apology. JOHN (in a whisper): Two years. I thought ... (He groans, unable to continue and gesturing helplessly. Mary stares at him in sympathy. John finally straightens and turns to Sherlock.) JOHN: I thought ... you were dead. Now, you let me grieve, hmm? How could you do that? How?

In TEH, Sherlock still hasn’t figured it out. He accuses John of overreacting and plays a trick on him to force forgiveness. Although the realization of all the pain he put John through starts to slowly sink in.

The wedding, both John and Sherlock pining for each other, Mary stands in the way. There’s no hope for Sherlock to be with John anymore, even though he wants to.

MRS HUDSON: I remember she left early. I mean, who leaves a wedding early? So sad.

(He walks through his bedroom to his wardrobe, where a morning suit is hanging from the open door. He looks at it.) SHERLOCK: Into battle.

SHERLOCK: Ah, that’s why he’s bouncing round him like a puppy. MARY: Oh, Sherlock! Neither of us were the first, you know.

MYCROFT: Oh, by the way, Sherlock – do you remember Redbeard? SHERLOCK: I’m not a child any more, Mycroft. MYCROFT: No, of course you’re not. Enjoy not getting involved, Sherlock.

Just... the whole episode, It’s all p a i n

5. HIS LAST VOW

John’s just back from the honeymoon, already missing Sherlock. Sherlock finds relief in drugs, sells John a lie it was for a case. In TRF, Moriarty talks about pressure points, so does Magnussen in HLV.

MAGNUSSEN: Very hard to find a pressure point on you, Mr Holmes. The drugs thing I never believed for a moment. Anyway, you wouldn’t care if it was exposed, would you? But look how you care about John Watson. Your damsel in distress. JOHN: You put me in a fire... for leverage? MAGNUSSEN: Oh, I’d never let you burn, Doctor Watson. I had people standing by. MAGNUSSEN: I’m not a murderer ... unlike your wife.

(In S4, Mary is a mirror for Sherlock. If you think S3 is EMP as well, you could say Mary is a mirror here, as well)

Mary shoots Sherlock. Forwards or backwards? Backwards. So from now on, we’re going through everything that has happened before.

6 .THE ABOMINABLE BRIDE

This episode is extremely important, because Sherlock finally realises what’s The Final Problem, then S4 is solving it.

In TAB, Sherlock tries to figure out how Moriarty survived and what happened on the roof. (Funny thing is, we’ve got three final problems in BBC Sherlock - TRF, TAB and TFP. Proof that it’s what Sherlock is still working on)

HOLMES: Gun in the mouth; a bullet through the brain; back of the head blown clean off. How could he survive?

Deep waters, going deeper into his mind (will be important in S4)

I shall have to go deep. Into What? Myself.

These are deep waters, Watson, deep waters. And I shall have to go deeper still.

You're in deep, Sherlock, deeper than you ever intended to be.

H: Still not awake, am I? Moriarty: Too deep, Sherlock, way too deep. Congratulations, you will be the first man in history to be buried in his own Mind Palace.

MORIARTY: This is how we end, you and I. Always here, always together. HOLMES: You have a magnificent brain, Moriarty. I admire it. I concede it may be even be the equal of my own. MORIARTY: I’m touched. I’m honoured. HOLMES: But when it comes to the matter of unarmed combat on the edge of a precipice you’re going in the water short-arse. MORIARTY: Oh, you think you’re so big and strong, Sherlock! Not with me! I am your WEAKNESS! I keep you DOWN! Every time you STUMBLE, every time you FAIL, when you’re WEAK ...: I ... AM ... THERE! No. Don’t try to fight it. LIE BACK AND LOSE! Shall we go over together? It has to be together, doesn’t it? At the end, it’s always just you ... AND ME! WATSON: Professor, if you wouldn’t mind stepping away from my friend. I do believe he finds your attention a shade annoying. MORIARTY: That’s not fair. There’s two of you! WATSON: There’s always two of us. Don’t you read The Strand?

What’s different here is that John saves Sherlock, rather than Sherlock being like ‘alone protects me’. Sherlock should have trusted John in TRF. He finally gets it. And we get this beautiful moment:

HOLMES: Thank you, John. WATSON: Since when do you call me John? HOLMES: You’d be surprised. WATSON: No I wouldn’t. Time you woke up, Sherlock. I’m a storyteller. I know when I’m in one. HOLMES: Of course. Of course you do, John. WATSON: So what’s he like? The other me, in the other place? HOLMES: Smarter than he looks. WATSON: Pretty damned smart, then. HOLMES (smiling): Pretty damned smart.

This is a huge turn, because from now in Sherlock will be aware of the consequences of TRF and what it did to John, then he’ll solve The Final Problem.

7. THE SIX THATCHERS

There are so many parallels in S4 not because the writers are ‘lazy’ but because Sherlock’s going ‘backwards’. Lemme bring a few lines from TAB: 1. MORIARTY: Is this silly enough for you yet? Gothic enough? Mad enough, even for you? It doesn’t make sense, Sherlock, because it’s not real. None of it. This is all in your mind. 2. MORIARTY: Doesn’t it remind you of another case? Hasn’t this all happened before? There’s nothing new under the sun. What was it?

Btw, I listed the deep waters quotes form TAB. Now think about water in S4.

S4 is just a cont. of TAB.

What’s important in S4 is that Mary is a Sherlock mirror.

MARY: My darling. I need to tell you this because you mustn’t hate me for going away. I gave myself permission to have an ordinary life. I’m not running. I promise you that. I just need to do this in my own way. but I don’t want you and Sherlock hanging off my gun arm. I’m sorry, my love. I know you’ll try to find me, but there is no point. Every move is random and not even Sherlock Holmes can anticipate the roll of a dice. I need to move the target far, far away from you and Rosie, and then I’ll come back, my darling. I swear I will.

Isn’t it familiar...? Yes, this is a reference to Sherlock hiding after TRF. Many Happy Returns. Just replace ‘you and Sherlock’ with ‘you, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade’.

MARY: I didn’t know what else to do. JOHN: You could have stayed. You could have talked to me. That’s what couples are supposed to do: work things through. MARY: Yes, of course. JOHN: Mary, I may not be a very good man, but I think I’m a bit better than you give me credit for, most of the time. MARY: All the time. You’re always a good man, John. I’ve never doubted that. You never judge; you never complain. I don’t deserve you. All I ever wanted to do was keep you and Rosie safe, that’s all.

Sherlock’s trying to untangle the mess he’s done.

SHERLOCK: What did you hear, Ajay? When you were a prisoner, what exactly did you hear? AJAY: What did I hear? Ammo. Every day as they tore into me. Ammo. Ammo. Ammo.

SHERLOCK: How’s your Latin, brother dear? MYCROFT: My Latin? SHERLOCK: Amo, amas, amat. MYCROFT: I love, you love, he loves.

Sherlock tortured by love/thinking of John when in Serbia...

NORBURY killed Sherlock Mary

SHERLOCK: If you ever think I’m becoming a bit full of myself, cocky or over-confident would you just say the word ‘Norbury’ to me, would you?

Wasn’t he cocky and over-confident on the roof? He definitely was and as it turned out, he had no idea what he was doing. Idk about you, but I’m amazed at the character development.

Sherlock Mary dies - and it breaks John.

Sherlock asks Ella for help: I need to know what to do about John.

He finds a CD - MISS ME?

I’m giving you a case, Sherlock. When I’m gone – if I’m gone – I need you to do something for me. Save John Watson. Save him, Sherlock. Save him.

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I’ll post the second part as soon as I have some free time & energy. Didn’t want to squeeze everything into one post, because it’s too long anyway. I didn’t reread it, so sorry for all the mistakes. Transcripts x

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Master Summary List

A/N: The numbers are the order these stories were written in. Just to help me keep things in order.

MASTERLIST WITH LINKS * NOT Dad!Tony ~ Smut

Peter

111. Forgotten Request by: Anonymous: Prompt: “And slowly... I was forgotten.” Tony Stark’s daughter is dead and she was dating Peter Parker and she dies like through being kidnapped or something and the story is from her point of view where everyone mourns her at first but then she thinks she is forgotten?? 108. * Healed Heartbreak Prompt: We’re texting for the first time in forever and I told you about some stupid thing I did and sent a sarcastic ‘you must really miss me, huh?’ And you just replied ‘yes’ and I my heart just broke. 107. Pretend To Be My Date For hollandroos Drabble Challenge! I’ve never done one before so I thought it might be time. Sophs I admire your work and I hope you enjoy this! 106. Dear Peter Parker Dear Evan Hansen AU 105. * Brother Sister Secrets (sister reader) Request from chloe-geoghegan1: would you be able to write a peter parker x sister reader please? Your writing is amazing! 103. It’s Never The Answer Request from anon: attempted suicide 102. Comfy Cute fluffy story for galaxyoffangirls 99. * Long Lost Love You were little when you had your first kiss with the love of your life and best friend, but then he was pulled from your life. What happens years later when you meet again and don’t realize just who you’re making out with. 98. Relief Request by anon: Could you do a stark!reader, where tony finds drugs in her room. Maybe even some peter parker x reader please 97. Told You So Request from anon (I think I can’t remember and forgot to write it down): Hey! I love all your dad tony fics, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to request a story? Like, what if Tony was trying to set TR and Peter up but they 'hate' one another and then when tony finally gives up Peter actually admits he likes her and fluff?? it's okay if you skip this, but i thought it was worth the ask x 95. * Crazy Inventions Request by anon: Can you write a story with the quote “last time I did that I got tased on my neck”. You can take it however you want to… it’s like a challenge. 93. A Knight’s Love Request from anon: Can I request a medieval au with Dad!Tony being the King and Peter being a Knight to help protect the the reader, but Peter really likes her and is scared because of Tony being the King? 92. * Gwen Stacy or Mary Jane Watson Request by @dancing4girls: Could I request a headcanon about Peter choosing between Gwen Stacy and MJ? 91. Senior Prom Stark Style Request by anon: How about Peter being nervous telling Dad!Tony about his huge crush on reader and trying to ask her to Homecoming so Tony, being the extra af dad he is, plans this whole thing to help Peter out and get his girl ^-^ -🌙 90. * That Dress I Like Summary: You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you. 89. Stress Overload Request by Anon: Peter Parker x Stark!reader, reader is very closed off from the avengers and is just shy in general. She feels she can’t talk to them about her problems but along comes Peter and they instantly click. Tony isn’t too happy with them getting close but accepts it in the end 87. * Divine Intervention Request by: @dapartnerincrime99 Person c: “you know how I’m basically a god?” Person A: “yeah?” C: “then consider this as divine intervention.” C: *shouts out person a’s crush on person b.* 86. A Good Ending Request by Anon: Shy and Timid Reader x Peter where he catches her in the rain after she’s been ignored the whole day? Like everyone just passed by her without really talking to her and if she had spoken she was ignored, so he takes her to the tower, the rest is up to you! Is that too specific?? Sorry!! I hope this isn’t a bother!! 84. Would You Rather Request from anon: Imagine being Riri Williams (ironheart) and having to use your suit to save peter. Tony freaks out because 1 he hasn’t safely checked your suit (dad!tony vibes) and 2 because he doesn’t want you and peter in danger. I really don’t mind, whatever floats your boat. I feel like wringing a character like riri would be easier though……… 81. ~* I Can’t Believe You Broke Your Bed (DAD!TONYXPETER) Request by Anon: can I have 144 and 145 Peter x reader, where tony is Peter’s dad and in the morning they have to tell him why Peter needs a new bed? 80. * Meeting the Family (DAD!TONYXPETER) Request by anon: Could you do something with tony being peters dad and peter wants you to meet his family. Valentine’s 76-79 79. Steve’s Valentine’s Mission Request by @iams3bstan: I was wondering for a valentines idea where the reader is like Steve’s little sister and peter likes her so he send her anonymous roses but of course- stevie gets protective:,) thank you 78. Dadentines Day Request from anon: you being upset that you don’t have a valentine, so dad!Tony decides to spend the day with you. 77. Secret Admirer Request from Anon: Dad!Tony freaking out that his not so little girl having a secret admirer. 76. Not So Lonely Valentine’s Request from anon: Dad!Tony valentines one or even the avenger team? Reader is really lonely and wants to spend time with friends but everyone is busy, including Tony. But she pretends she has plans? Cause she’s very shy and nervous, she locks herself in her room. 75. Flirting for Jealousy Steve offers Peter some helpful advice when it comes to being jealous. 74. * Too Young ‘18’ by 5SOS in Peter’s POV about being sick of waiting to turn 21- from anon 72. Hero Mentality Fake boyfriend trope. Your boyfriend of a few years breaks up with you. So, you need someone to pretend to be him for a weekend to go home and meet your family. 71. * Wild and Free Song fic for ‘Wild and Free’ by Lena Meyer-Landrut 67. No One’s Fault You and your dad need to learn how to come together to cope. 65. Dad to the Rescue Not only did Tony tell Peter to stay out of things, he winds up having to save you and Peter. Jess’s Spooky Shorts 60-64 64. * Cute Costume You really aren’t all about the sexy costumes, but that doesn’t make you feel much better about yours. 63. Flying Popcorn You’re not a big fan of scary movies, too bad your boyfriend misunderstands when you tell him you want to watch some classic Halloween movies. 62. * Bobbing for Apples Someone doesn’t like bobbing for apples. 61. * Sweet Treats You get stuck babysitting on Halloween and it turns out sweeter than you thought it’d be. 60. Decorating Scares You’re decorating the tower when weird things start happening. 59. The Power of the Shower Peter needed to use your shower, and he certainly wasn’t expecting this to happen. 58. One Punch, Two Punch, Out the Door You regret going to a party, because a certain guy won’t leave you alone. 57. Surprise You have a surprise for Peter. 56. Midtown Catastrophe Midtown is under attack and it’s you and Peter to the rescue. 54. * Teleportation Hero You and Peter both have secret crushes on eachother, but also on other people. What happens when Tony want you on the team? 53. * “Slow Hands” Song fic based off the song by Niall Horan, I don’t think it needs more of a description. 52. * Secret Identity Blown Peter’s big secret finally gets out, so what happens when it does? 51. * The Ex Your first kiss with Peter doesn’t go the way you had imagined it might happen. 50. * Surprising Hotness Peter’s changing quite a lot and you finally decide to ask why. 49. It’s All About Personality Based off episode 7 of ‘The Spectacular Spider-Man’. Tony and May set you kids up on a blind date right after Tony releases you to the world. 48. More than an Idol You’re dating Peter and he talks you up to Tony and he wants to meet you and then you find out something you never thought was possible. 47. * Overflow Sometimes life just doesn’t go the way you wanted it to. 46. * Snow Storm You get to go on a mission to somewhere really cold, and get stuck in a cabin with the person you spend most of your time trying to avoid. 45. * On the Edge You find a sleepy spider asleep on your balcony one morning. 44. ~ “I had a wet dream about you.” You have a sex dream about Peter and that definitely put a wrench in things. 42. * Insignia Soulmate au, you really can’t figure out why you have a strange looking spider on you. 43. * Y/N and Peter’s First Date! You and Peter finally get together, but your date really doesn’t go as planned. 40. * Shadow You weren’t exactly a cat burglar, you only ever took one thing from the places you went, and you always took something in significant, just as a souvenir. That was until you ran into Spider-Man 39. * I can’t do this without you. You’re hurt on a mission and Peter is very upset. 37. Bodyguard Babe Your dad has a different job for Peter and that’s to be your undercover bodyguard. But what happens when undercover actually means pretend boyfriend? 36. Accidental Discovery Your journal is your life, so what happens when someone else get ahold of all your secrets? 35. * Sticky Situation Peter is having a horrible date until you come to his rescue. 34. What is this Feeling You were stuck in an abusive relationship, but everything starts to get better when a certain someone is there to help you recover. 33. Unsteady Song fic. Sometimes all you really need is someone to hold you while you cry. 32. It’s too early to get out of bed Staying in bed for once isn’t ideal, but it sure sounds lovely. 31. I’m Done Peter’s having a rough time keeping you safe and loving you. 29. You’re Hot, I’m Not Part II After all the times of Peter catching you looking not cute, you finally have an opportunity to show off and he ruins it. 28. You’re Hot, I’m Not Part I Every time you’ve had an interaction with Peter, you somehow manage to look absolutely terrible, little do you know he always thinks you look beautiful. 27. Growing Up Your dad finds out your secret and he doesn’t handle it at all like you thought he would. 26. * It was probably a trap You had a mission, and of course it went wrong, but lucky for you the greatest guy you know is on his way to rescue you. 25. * I Need You All you want is to be curled up with Peter after you have an awful nightmare, so that’s exactly what you plan on doing. 24. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re Spider-Man?” Some big secrets come out when you accidently bump into each other in a place you never thought you would. 23. Meddling Iron Dad Your dad decides that it’s time for him to stop minding his business. 22. * Bedbug You think someone is trying to break in but really it’s a spider trying to find his own home to get some rest. 20. * Undercover You were supposed to be in and out. It’s not your fault Peter got a little distracted along the way. 18. All Wet Time for vacation, your only problem is that you hate pools, and apparently Peter loves’em. 17. * Sleepless Nights It’s very early when Peter finally makes it in from his nightly patrol. 16. Secret Love Song Song fic. It hurts that your and Peter’s love has to be kept secret. 14. We’re Even You save Peter, Peter saves you. Some secrets are shared. 13. Sleep Deprivation and Wrong Beds After a long mission you lose your way in the compound and end up in a certain web slingers bed. 12. Personal Space Everybody has their thing. Yours was you didn’t like to be touched. It took Peter only a bit of time to figure that out, but once he did he’d do anything to make sure no one would ever touch you. 10. * Lies, Lies, Lies Peter struggles to keep his lives sorted out. 9. The saddest days can be the best days Peter can’t leave you alone when he knows you’re not okay. 8. ~ Untouchable Peter knew you were off limits, but he also can’t say no to you. 7. ~ It wasn’t hard to figure out You definitely didn’t need the entire Avengers team to find out what they did that morning. 6. Will you be my date You’re having a little trouble getting a guy off your tail, so you elicit Peter to help you get your point across. 5. Secrets are irrelevant when they can't be kept No one actually knows the truth of who you are. Then you meet Peter and your life of secrets takes an unexpected turn. 4. Loving you is easy, saying the words not so much You always knew how much you loved, you were just too afraid to say them, and not for the reasons one might typically think. 3. ~ Phone sex You think you’re in the clear to act up a little. 2. *~ I didn’t know you had a tattoo You may have forgotten to tell your boyfriend you have a tattoo for your favorite hero. 1. Gym Misunderstandings You were just sparring, however your dad seemed to think otherwise.

Tom

114. * More Than Good Enough Request from anon: Would you be willing to write a Tom Holland x Reader fic where the reader is dating tom and is also an actress and she’s been facing a lot of rejection (like not getting parts) recently and she gets really depressed and thinks she’s not good enough and he comforts her and makes her feel better? 113. * Marriage Before Love Prompt: I think I got married on impulse last night… and after looking a second time, I don’t think I’ve made any mistakes. 112. * A New Life She Has Found You and Tom hate each other. You’re neighbors and he’s always trying to antagonize you. So what happens when you find yourself in an abusive relationship and he’s the only one you can turn to? 110. * Tinder Date You find Tom Holland on Tinder and start talking to him, the catch? This can’t possibly be Tom Holland. 96. * Happier Song fic “Happier” by Ed Sheeran 38. *~ “New Man” Song fic sort of. You and Tom breakup and neither of you are over the other even if you are with someone else. 30. *~ Watch out for those quiet ones What happens when a game of truth or dare gets a little out of hand? 21. ~ You’re hot, I’m horny, let’s fuck You and Tom definitely can’t hide your interest from each other. 19. Winning and Losing You’re devastated when you don’t make it to Tom winning the Rising Star Award. You’re even more so when you see headlines the next morning.

Bucky

15. Love and Loss and Love Again Love isn’t always easy. Especially when not all parties are aware of it.

Focus is Dad!Tony/RDJ some xPeter tho

109. Teasing Cast Mates Request from anon: reader plays tony stark’s daughter in the avengers movies and she’s like a new character. them on a show (either an interview or something like jimmy fallon) and her and rdj have a really cute relationship and it shows and all the other cast members kinda tease them 104. Awful News Request from anon: I love your writing! Can you please write something about Tony telling the reader Peter is dead after infinity war? I know it’s been done before but ?? 100. New School Year Request by @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars: Hey there, I was just wondering—this is something I literally JUST thought of hahah— could you maybe do a Dad!RDJ Au where his (reader) daughter is like on her way to school and gets ambushed my reporter so overprotective Mama Bear Robert has to save the day and kick some ass?? Thank you so much and good luck with college!😊 94. Hand To Hand Combat Request by anon: Could you please write about: Tony being really mad that Captain America beat him in hand to hand combat (end of civil war) and complaining to his kid. And the kid suggesting tony train with Natasha because he forces them to train even though the kid has an iron suit. Then The three of them are training and tony is constantly complaining. You can take it however, I’m more suggesting the concept 88. Roasted SO When I asked for requests I got two that could work together. I hope you guys don’t mind me combining them. They were both from anon’s: The reader being Tony’s kid, and all the avengers thinking they are super sweet, until one day they sass/roast the avengers. And tony is like I told you guys… AND… Would you write an image about Tony’s kid hardcore interrogating all the avengers. Peter does that stuff really come out of you. Captain are you really old. Wanda why are you crushing on an android. You can take it how ever you want to. I’m sorry I kinda changed the second one I realized after writing… if you want a rewrite alone I can do that. 83. Apple Cider Can Fix Anything Request by Anon: Y/N trying to get Tony to stop stress drinking pouring out all his alcohol and replacing it with apple cider. The two of them turn it into a ritual, every night drinking cider and talking it out. 82. My Dear Summary: Mainly based off the song ‘My Dear’ by: Matty Mullins, but the song is kinda religious so obviously I changed that aspect. Reader has to sit and watch a video from her dad that he left in his will. 73. Follow The Rules And You Won’t Get Hurt Request: Peter and Tony are at the tower and Peter gets in a fight with Tony for whatever reason (probably Peter being stupid and risking his life again) and Tony’s yelling at him and Peter gets shot through the window. I want him to get like, ‘if it weren’t for his super healing, he’d be dead’ kind of injured and just him. 69. The Stark Anxiety Anxiety runs in the family, and you just can’t help the panic attack that happens at an event you’re at with your dad. 68. Skepticism At It’s Best Tony really can’t believe his eyes when he sees you and Peter flirting with each other. 66. Superboy and the Invisible Girl Song fic based on the song from Next to Normal. In your eyes, your own father would rather be a better parent to someone else rather than his own daughter. 55. Yours If You Want It Masterlist Song fic based from Rascal Flatts. Tony would give you anything in your life. No matter what, no matter how hard it might be for him. 41. Happy Birthday, Dad! You’re planning a surprise party, so you make Peter keep your dad occupied fro the day. 11. I’m your daughter Part 1: All your life you never would have guess who your dad was, turns out he was just as surprised as you were. Part 2: Request by @missrowle: I’m your daughter more parts. Teams reaction if or when they meet her.

Steve

70. Long Ride The reader is stuck in the elevator with Tony and Steve and the guys are arguing about something stupid. She’s getting so sick of listening to them bicker so she decides to put her hands over her ears and let out a series of horrifying screams. The guys stop arguing to help but she suddenly stops and they get out of the elevator. They ask her what was wrong and she’s just “got you to stop arguing didn’t I?”

NOT xReader

85. Find the Cure Request by Anon: How about Tony and Peter are living in a Zombie Apocalypse for some time now. And now one of them is bitten - for you to choose - and the only way to stop the transformation is to take out the heart before he turns. I expect lots of father and son fluff and how they will not be able to live without the other anymore. Have fun ;) 101. Science Fair Request by pishposhpink: For you requests, uhm, tony helping peter on a school project??? like a science fair? (Child!Peter would be preferable, but it’s up to you. ^^)

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