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strwberriehore · 4 months

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I have a happy feeling that maybe my sister is alive and this was done to hurt my parents for them faking a death over and over again to hurt

I really wan to know hose idea that was, had to be one person that got everyone else on

I think Kelsey , makes me think my aunt is still alive too

My family is shit like without question they happily take their side and hurt me to make kels happy, to the point I’m never surprised when they do things to hurt me, want to shock me? Tell me they said or did something nice for me. I’ll probably think you’re lying!

From now on if I ever have a problem with anything I will always blame and take it out on Kelsey my new punching bag, feels like a new toy 🤣

One thing that I think. Sets me apart and gives me an advantage when fighting is my creepy reaction to pain

One thing that always hurt was my family always being against me and whenever I had a bully they’d happily take their side and hurt me with no hesitation or questioning

Haven’t talked to my family in years and they still do the fake death to hurt me like come on

Can someone please do something similar to them ?

996 norumbega Dr, Monrovia CA that’s where my aunt Tracey Tempel lives, she even teams up with fucking Nicole to hurt me. She’s now a retired old hag , even my cousins children who loved told me how Tracey was mean to them and they were around 8 years old telling me this, fucking children don’t like you Tracey, I remember as a kid thinking the same shit, my mom told me when she was younger Tracey was mean to her too…Tracey the cunt is mean to everyone!! This fucking cunt needs to learn a fucking lesson in not faking deaths, it was fucking cunt Tracey who treated me the worst when that fake hate crime came out and I didn’t notice at first because she’s normally a cunt but then she apologized when she found out it was fake.. like they never communicate with me just blindly believe strangers and do horrible things to hurt me, even if what they were told about isn’t even true since the asshole knows my family doesn’t like me, but that’s why I cut them off

The director in my family…his son in law lives next to cunt Tracey at 995, his name is Troy ford and he hasn’t been too bad to me recently but his wife Kristen who I’m related to and she teaches high school science at Monrovia high and their sons have treated me so bad lately too 😭

My aunt in the wheelchair is a 994, if you see her tell her I love her so much 🥰

Oh I have another cousin..the lawyers, Melanie and Keith ameele, they were nice enough to let me sleep in their home when Tracey and cunt Kristen (her twin) turned me down, but I think they participated in the fake death thing

I know I’m doxxing them to the max 🤣

Actually go fucking swat their asses, faking a death might be hard idk idc make them pay.. you saw them hurt me but that’s just what you saw, you don’t think they’ve been treating me this bad

Even my mom says I wasn’t comforting when her sister when she is still alive… I say no she isn’t and my mom screams in my face that I’m crazy ..no I just caught you dumb old fat mean cunt ! No one can die 4 times bitch

You know what the more I think about it I’m think it was faked for my benefit 🥰🥰🥰 if so then I can’t wait to see everyone’s face when they find out 🤩🤩🤩 I love this is causing them chest pain in their old age, hopefully it’ll trigger a stroke in my mom since they happen on her side or a heart attack for my dad since he already had one his heart should be weak already 😈😈😈

If Katie is doing this for me … how can I repay you ? lol 😆

I gave in and cried because my parents were like damn bitch you don’t care?!?? Like damn okay here you go

Plus this did save me from a forced therapy appointment…

LMFAOOOOO

Plus I’ve been crying over my own shit my real baby that died because Kelsey the man was jealous I did something he couldn’t and just over everything like getting evicted

Oh also I heard my mom tell the cop I gave her chest pains

You fucking cunt that’s from thinking your baby died!!! I didn’t do shit to you??? Fuck I hate you! So I told the cop some weird random extra shit too , two can play that bitch oh my god you’re such a bad person I have to punch you in face my last day here since she hit me twice in less than two weeks I’ve been here

I remember years ago hasan telling me my mom was talking shit about me and it was REALLY bad like she wishes I was never born etc … and I said, ya that’s my mom she’s a cunt , I remember hasan looking sad because I did nothing to provoke her talking bad about me…she just does it even if I don’t see her or talk to her , I found out very quickly the kind of person she is, I mean it’s my mom .. so I accepted that as a child but I always hoped that one day she would change to save our relationship but she never did, our relationship was never worth it to her, so we never had, the way we treat each other now compared to before… well when I was smaller I couldn’t fight back:( but last time we fought I left a hard lump on her forehead and it was bleeding so I think I won that round 😆

You guys…it’s a lot easier to hurt my family than other YouTubers so please have fun making them feel like bad people, make them cry, make them SUFFER

You know what …now I really want to stop saying Katie isn’t dead, I’m going to go in on this, say crap about how it’s so sad she won’t be able to get married etc to worsen my moms pain to further cement this event and pain , they say the worst death you can experience is losing your child

It didn’t take long for me to connect certain things , I assumed being asked about politics was connected to hasan which you can’t blame me for lol

Omg ya if anyone is mad at me please take it out on my mom and dad and aunt Tracey , they’ve been the WORST .

Okay now I’m tracking the past few months when someone vaguely texted me out of nowhere with no context about my family saying they were bad and abandoned me or something, it was months ago…the. After that I noticed other things but I haven’t spent time with my family in 2 years because of their behavior so I didn’t understand

So now I’m actually not as mad at Noel oh my god

Bitches if you don’t tell me what’s going on 😭

And since I’m connecting certain things I actually feel kinda bad about how mean I was to him, I didn’t know he was doing something for me oh my god fuck !!! 😭😭😭 okay ya at least I’m the kind of person once I see what’s happening I feel bad and stop fuck

But I did see other posts that seemed like he was attacking me too…

But if he’s going for that bitch then it cancels out the other shit tbh like to find someone to defend you against someone is amazing but so hard if the person that hurt you is your mom like most people stop when it comes to family, I wish there was another word to call them… but if you hack them you’ll see why I say I never had a family, they have room for me but just don’t want me around , that’s fine and make me appreciate the fact my sister won’t visit them 🥰 Melanie’s kids NEVER met Katie and that’s Katie’s choice, the kids want to meet her so bad,

Maybe Katie was smart to not visit them…I did to escape my dad even though they treated me bad, obviously being around my mom isn’t

Okay ya I said protection/safety was the most important thing to me so you do that and ya got me

Even when I got here the first week my mom wouldn’t stop talking about how her sister died like BITCHHH and it’s kinda obvious by her reaction when I truthfully point out she’s alive and I caught her lie..she still won’t drop the act. I fucking. Hate her

But please try to relate to being cornered and attacked and alone . You kinda start to just blindly attack to protect yourself since it felt like I had to be the one to do that, I couldn’t just sit back and take it, no way I’m going down without a fight unlike dahmer , interesting to think how he did literally nothing when beat to death, just took it, almost kinda scary , imagine someone not reacting to torture. I might google

Ya NorCal home might’ve been closer to Cody but I wasn’t going to fucking hangout with a fucking pedo that also is physically/verbally/emotionally abusive until then…

Ya my mom is satan wearing an ugly mask but i fucking hate choosing between two evils….

Winter is bad with dad he will threaten to kill me and has shoved my head into a for adjusting the temperature because I was freezing or bought a room heater that made his bill go up

I remember begging for years for a lock on my door, Katie had one years before I did, got one around 18 so I got another room to sprint to and lock if he gets mad

Oh and every time my mom defends dad I remind her of that time I was in high school and they were arguing in the kitchen and he suddenly grabbed her by the hair, dragged her to the bedroom and beat her, I saw a bruise on her arm the next day. And brought it up when I saw it and she admitted to what I saw. Now she acts like that didn’t happen and pretends he’s a loving father.

I might go to the police station tomorrow to report the cop that came by tonight he was a typical cunt pig cop , hope his next traffic stop is his last lol oh and to make a police against holly too for being g such a fucking cunt and calling the police over and over again for nothing.. she attacked me for trying to eat a jello cup… screamed I should be in bed and started hitting me??? When we go up to NorCal again I’ll beat her ass since that’s not her home she won’t feel as entitled as she does here with the wanna sleep outside bullshit… I can’t fucking wait to beat this cunts face in, since she’s old her skin is a lot more fragile than mine so it’s easy to make her bleed and she’s diabetic so her wounds heal slower than normal leaving her much more susceptible to infections …until then I will silently do small things to hurt her, earlier I spit a few times in her pillow so hopefully she’ll have fun brushing her hair later, sometimes I empathize with my mom and I feel bad because she’s been through a lot, but to punish me for it? And to literally never show me the same empathy. She wants me to act like I love her and be obedient after she treats me like shit and is confused when I reject her, first few years she moved out and I never talked to her and she asked why I always ignored her…you treat me like shit a a child so I hate you as an adult . She keeps getting chances to protect me but always chooses to hurt me instead, whatever benefits her the most I guess, she wants to look good for strangers and make them happy instead in fear they will go after her, she always expected me to not take anything she did to hurt me personally and would say you’re young you’ll forget this, I even told her a situation where she said that and hurt and there was over a 10 year gap… bitch neither of us forget, I even repeated myself verbatim saying how when I’m older I won’t forget this and I won’t forgive you and it will ruin our relationship forever” and I told her over 10 years later that I still meant every word, makes me think she was so careless and evil to me with the back thought…it’s okay she won’t remember this . I think my memory goes back to 4 or 5, maybe 5 , my moms so fucking dumb I think she thought my memory wouldn’t develop til like 8 or something crazy because she told she was 8 which scares me because usually if you can’t remember your childhood it’s because of abuse your brain is protecting you from knowing. I was wondering why I couldn’t remember large gaps like random years were missing in my childhood, I remember kindergarten and first grade but I have NO MEMORY of second… not even the teacher or where I was … nothing… I do remember getting a scary feeling of “waking up” in maybe third grade? And being scared I had no memory of the past several months, I had friends but I had no idea who they were and after I “woke up” they said I was a different person, I think that’s when my year long blackout ended and if I check dates that’s when my dad and babysitter were hurting me, I blacked out a. Entire year because of the abuse, horrific to suddenly feel like you woke up from a coma and your in a classroom and you have relationships but you don’t know their names since it wasn’t you , I read it’s amnesia, I want to look more into this but it’s VERY different from just forgetting, I was sober (I was 8) and with normal forgetting you don’t lose a year of your life and not know your teachers name or your friends names and completely change personalities after waking up. I think after I woke up is when the trauma started to show like the ripping my skin off, during the blackout it seemed I was normal like nothing was wrong and you wouldn’t know I was blacked out honestly dead the entire time and had good friends, after I lost them since I was a different person after I woke up . I’ve always been confused and scared by that intense amnesia…

I had the same teacher and friends for months and I had no idea who they were or their names or anything and I was wondering how people knew my name, I remember kids telling me what I did the week before and i told them that didn’t happen and now I wonder if Steph was right about telling me I was stealing literally everyone’s scissors, like no one had any but I had one, I have no memory of that but I remember being confronted about it, I wonder if I did it on “autopilot” maybe my brain was turned off from all the trauma

Remember when I said my dad yelled at me before a nursing test and I failed… a year later took same test didn’t study and got an A… but I wasn’t getting screamed at. That was the difference. Trauma makes your brain stop working , it literally paralyzes you , you literally can’t do anything, your brain controls everything and when someone else turns it off makes sense you can’t walk speak think etc.. I even read of people losing their sight or hearing for a while as a response to emotional pain like losing sight for a short time after seeing your dead baby . I think something like that happened to me, I remember a year ago maybe? Maybe two but I think one idk I went up north to get my stuff and when I saw my dad it was just a dark figure instead of a person, kinda scared me to see that tbh

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meant-to-be-a-hero · 1 year

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Season Five, Episode Nineteen: The Beast Of Beacon Hills

Let's play Where's Mason? like Where's Wally? shall we?

Nice place to hide out, guys. Grim.

I knew Corey was onto Mason! Also, still smooth as hell.

Chill of the Dread Doctors to wait for the most dramatic time to arrive.

Good try Corey. But not good enough.

How To Make Friends And Then Murder Them, by Theo Raeken.

Is that the only time one of the Doctors is named in the show and not just in the credits?

Parrish's cheques must all go on tyres and clothes.

It's odd that they went so hard on Jordan and Lydia, then Stiles and Lydia (when Stiles wasn't even there for her to bounce off of) and then didn't go back to Lydia and Jordan once Stiles left.

Stiles should not have a gun.

Sneaky Corey is not so sneaky. You'd think he'd have like, no scent as part of his chameleon powers.

Hey, Mister Douglas, I see you.

"Your voice is getting on my nerves." - Theo, how dare you. Gideon Emery's voice is a delight.

Deuc reveal 1 of 2.

Owch, arm!

Yeah I don't think Deuc meant for you to kill Josh, Theo. You idiot.

That's a nice hat.

"How bout I punch you in the balls to remind you that we're not [on the same side]" - Line of the episode.

Evil!Theo is best Theo, he's such a fucking dick, I love it.

Garrett foreshadowing is fun.

Braeden's eating nuts, Malia's going nuts.

Oh doesn't this end with the "Theo's a failure" conversation?

Bye again Kira. She spends most of this season coming and going. The writers really didn't know what to do with her.

Stiles doesn't look comfortable like that.

Ew, twin absorption, Cassandra Nova style.

This conversation is so fucking sad, Cody acts his ass off here.

And once again Corinne's timing is impeccable. Also, fuck you Tracey.

The Dread Doctors' hypothesis is brilliant, tbh.

Uh oh, it's all going wrong.

Chekov's peanut shells.

Braeden really is the best, she literally never backs down, even against things she probably should lmao.

I assume the plan for Kira in Season 6 was just to...come back again, since she kept doing that anyway even when the Skinwalkers told her not to.

And there go the Dread Doctors, unfortunately :(

#Teen Wolf #Lem's Teen Wolf Rewatch #Beware The Liveblogging Lem

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desiredmalfoy · 3 years

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In His Defense

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Universe: No Voldemort :)

Genre: Fluff! (Maybe Slight angst?)

Warning: Minor cursing & mention of blood.

This idea came to me after I saw @thefallenbibliophilequote comment on my other work about how cool it would’ve been if the reader defended herself and how Draco would be proud of her. So, this was the end result! Thank you for the inspiration!

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Draco gets hurt while playing quidditch and the reader defends him.

Nothing was more high tense at Hogwarts than a Slytherin vs Gryffindor quidditch match. The days leading up to the game were filled with rivalries between students of both houses. Pranks and hexes were the most common form of targeting each other. Words would also be exchanged. But this was nothing new, this rivalry went back decades. The Weasleys targeting Slytherins during this time. Poor Tracey Davis being their latest victim.

Your boyfriend happened to be the seeker for Slytherin. Which meant you were even more involved in the rivalry than other students. You were standing in the hallway waiting for Blaise and Pansy to get out of class when a bunch of Gryffindors were coming your way.

“I’m sure your girlfriend would be a better seeker than you Malfoy”, Oliver Wood laughed as we walked past you and Draco.

“Leave her out of this”, Draco yelled back at Oliver who only just stopped and turned to face you.

“I’m not insulting her mate. If anything it’s a compliment. But then again anyone is better than you.”

“I’ll remember that when we beat you and your crying in the showers after the loss Wood. I mean it won’t be the first time right?”

“We’ll see during the game Malfoy.” That seemed to shut them up as they decided it was best to walk away then continue to fight. None of them looking to get suspended before the game.

“Don’t listen to those prats babe”, you said looking up and giving him a smile.

“Thanks, darling”, Draco responded with a sincere smile and a kiss.

Weeks like these, he constantly felt more pressure to win the game. Especially since he was going up against Harry. His rival since his first year. Both boys making everything a competition.

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Today was no different from any day during this week. It was the night before the game which meant that practice was even more difficult. Everyone had to be playing at their best.

“Don’t worry babe, you’re the best seeker Slytherin’s ever had.” He was sitting in the middle of his bed as you came up behind him to massage his shoulders. He had just finished a long grueling practice with the team in an effort to secure their win for tomorrow. “Best in Hogwarts.”

Draco seemed to relax with your touch. Flexing and leaning back into your body as he attempted to let the stress go. He leaned his head back and was looking at you upside down. You pressed a quick kiss on his lips before returning to what you previously were doing.

“You’re the best you know”, he groaned. “This feels amazing.”

He turned around and grabbed you by the waist so that you were now sitting on his lap. He grabbed your hand and started to play with the rings on it.

“You’ll be there right?” He did this every single game. He would always ask you if you would be there. You would always reassure him that you would.

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything”, you reassured him gently. “I’ll always be there.”

“I know, my personal cheerleader.”

“That’s me.” You used the hand that he wasn’t holding to run it through his hair.

“Are you going to be wearing my favorite outfit of yours”, Draco cheekily asked you. “You know that green plaid skirt tha-“

“Draco!” you playfully yelled at him. “But yes, I will.”

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Both the Slytherin and Gryffindor section were decked out in their respective colors and mascots to support their teams. The stands were packed with students of all houses. High stake games were usually attended by a large portion of the students. You sat in the stands with Pansy and Daphne as you watched on and cheered Draco on.

“I can’t believe this has been going on for this long”, Pansy yelled to you over all the noise so you could hear her.

“I know,” you yelled back. “I hope Draco catches the snitch soon!”

The game had been going on for close to an hour now. Both teams constantly evening the score which currently sat at 60 - 60. It seemed that the game was going to come down to who caught the snitch first.

You looked up at the sky to look for Draco once more. He was sitting high above looking for the snitch. Completely concentrated on the task. That’s when both he and Harry seemed to spot the little gold ball. Both immediately going after it in a matter of seconds.

Draco seemed to reach it before Harry but it was incredibly close. It seemed to escape the grasp of both boys every time they attempted to reach for it.

“Come on Draco”, you yelled excitedly in support of your boyfriend.

Draco and Harry were battling it out for the snitch. Each trying their best to reach it before the others. Both of them pushed into each other in an attempt to move the other out of the way. It was no surprise to anyone that each team played a bit dirty and attempted to push their luck.

As both of them came near the snitch Harry used his shoulder to push Draco with a bit more force than all the previous hits. This caused Draco to lose his balance and lose the grip on his broom. You watched as your boyfriend began to plummet to the earth.

Time seemed to slow down in your eyes as you saw Draco drop towards the ground. You knew you were screaming as he made his way down but you couldn’t hear yourself anymore. Your mind was only focused on him right now.

That’s when you saw Professor Snape cast a spell that slowed his fall. Instead of hitting the ground with great force and speed, he fell with less force. It didn’t matter though, you could tell he was still injured when he didn’t move at all.

You quickly moved through the large crowds of people in the Slytherin section leaving behind Pansy and Daphne who were trying to follow after you. You pushed a few people as you made your way through the crowd. Scattered apologies left your mouth as you didn’t care enough to see who you had pushed. Running down the stairs and as fast as your legs could carry you, you made your way through the quidditch field to Draco who was laying on the ground. Motionless.

“Draco…hey Draco can you hear me? It’s me.” You gently tapped his shoulder. Your voice cracking as you spoke and tears threatening to spill. He wasn’t responding but you could tell he was still breathing as his chest moved up and down. “Dray, I’m here okay.”

Madam Hooch immediately came followed by Professor Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore. “We need to get him to Madam Pomfrey quickly.”

“We must see if he presents any injuries.”

Others from both teams were now on the ground too looking towards the commotion of what had occurred.

“I need you to move back Miss (y/l/n) so that we could properly tend to him.” Professor McGonagall said gently as she helped you stand up from the ground. You looked down helplessly at Draco. Your head snapped up as you heard Harry Potter in the distance. Your worry and sadness being replaced by anger.

“Are you bloody kidding right now Potter”, you marched up to where Harry was standing with the rest of his teammates. He attempted to back away but you followed. You stood mere inches apart from him as you looked up at him.

“It was an accident” he attempted to defend himself from what had just occurred. His hands lifting up in defense. “It just got a bit out of hand.”

“A bit out of hand?” you sneered at the boy in front of you. You pushed your index finger into his chest with force.

“A bit? My boyfriend is now laying on the ground not responding because it got a ‘bit out of hand’ according to you.” Your voice mocking his own as you spoke. Merlin, you were extremely angry. Fuming at this point.

“Look (y/l/n), Harry didn’t mean to hurt Malfoy. It was an accident and stuff like this is a part of the game.” Ron came forward to defend his best friend. He grabbed Harry by the upper arm and began to pull him away.

“Really Weasley?” You responded with even more anger lacing your voice at this point. He wasn’t making it any better now. At this point, members of both teams had come closer and surrounded the both of you. Each awaiting what was to come. Theo and Blaise standing directly behind you ready to come to your defense.

“You know what else is an accident?” Your demeanor changes quickly, suddenly back to your sweet voice. This caught them off guard. “This.”

You swing your fist back to gain momentum before it connects with Harry’s jaw. His head snapping back a bit from the force of the punch. He was definitely not expecting it from you. He looked back down at you, eyes wide in shock. Blood started to drip from his now busted lip.

“Oops… it was an accident. It seems my fist slipped and it got a bit out of hand.” A smirk formed on your face as you heard members of the Slytherin quidditch team laugh at what you had done. Professors still attending to an injured Draco didn’t notice what had occurred.

“Shit. That was so cool!” Pansy said laughing out from right next to you. You didn’t even realize when she got next to you.

You could feel Blaise right next to you as he grabbed your shoulder. “I think you should go with Draco. They’re going to take him in now.”

“We got it from here.” You quickly turned around to be Draco who was being carried away to Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary.

“Sorry Potter! I’m sure you understand it was an accident right?” You yelled back at him as you began to run after Draco who was being carried in.

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Luckily Draco didn’t have any major injuries. His back slightly bruised from the impact but that was the biggest injury he had received. With healing potions he received right after he had first woken up, his injuries were starting to disappear.

You sat in an uncomfortable chair as you waited for him to wake up again. You were restless as you stoked his hand. You were hungry and tired but you didn’t want to leave his side.

He started to shuffle slightly as you were lost in your own thoughts.

“Hey, Draco how are you doing?” You reached to stroke his cheek gently and try to bring him some comfort.

“I feel dreadful”, he mumbled as he attempted to get up by pushing himself up.

“Don’t try to get up love”, you said as you tried to keep him from getting up. “You need to rest.”

“I can't believe I got hurt by Potter.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I punched him in the face.” You mentioned with a slight smile. This caught his attention immediately. He laid himself back down waiting for you to explain further.

“Wait, you punched Potter?” Draco’s eyes light up with pride. He couldn’t believe it. He never thought his sweet girlfriend would have it in her to punch anyone.

“Straight in the jaw. Made him bleed and everything.” You laughed thinking back at what had occurred earlier.

“That’s kind of hot. Wish I could’ve seen it.” There’s the Draco you knew and loved.

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Draco had been let go from the infirmary the next morning. The potions had helped him heal pretty fast and he was let go that morning. You were walking next to Draco on your way back to the Slytherin common room when he spotted who he’s been waiting to run into. This was going to be good.

“Potter”, Draco yelled after the Gryffindor in the hallway. Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned around at the sound of Draco. Clearly already annoyed before Draco even spoke.

“What do you want Malfoy?” Harry responded harshly as he walked up to the both of you. Harry avoided looking directly at you and instead focused on Draco.

“How’s your face after that punch from my girlfriend? She’s got quite the punch.”

“Sod off Malfoy,” Hermione responded with an eye roll as she pulled both boys away.

“He’s definitely scared of you babe”, Draco said laughing at the trio walking away from you.

“I’m sure he Draco.”

“No, Potter is definitely afraid of you.”

“He better be.”

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thebigbadbatswife · 3 years

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One Single Thread Of Gold Tied Me To You

Summary - Everyone is tied to their soulmate with a red thread tied to their wrist. All except Y/N’s, who’s thread is gold. Tired of waiting for her soulmate to come and find her, she decides to go and find them. It doesn’t go quite how she expected it to.

Warnings - A little angst

[A/N] - This is a soulmate au where you and your soulmate are attached by an unbreakable red thread (or, in this case, gold), tied to your wrist. This was inspired by the song 'Invisible String' by Taylor Swift.

Word Count - 4k

As the early morning sun slowly filtered into your room, through your blinds, you carefully examined the thread attached to your wrist. Everyone had one; it was your link to your soulmate. Yours was different to everyone else though. While everyone had red, yours was gold. As you turned your wrist, it caught the sunlight and glistened a little.

Everyone you knew had always been fascinated by it. As was nearly every stranger you met. Why was it gold? What exactly made you and your soulmate so different to everyone else’s? Questions you had often asked yourself as well. Why were you two so different?

Your family had a theory that whoever it was, they were rich. Very rich. That was surely the reason it was gold. Nothing else made sense to them. Meanwhile your friends were completely convinced that your soulmate was some kind of God.

“Come on, Y/N! It’s the only thing that makes sense!” Tracey said before taking another sip of her third glass of wine. Her usually bright emerald eyes were glazed over from all of the alcohol. “Why else would it be gold?”

“You gotta admit, Tracey might be drunk right now, but she has a good point!” Skylar joined in. She took her brown eyes off the blonde and looked over at you before continuing. “Oh! What if your soulmate is like Wonder Woman or Superman or something! How cool would that be?”

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your own glass of wine. “Stop it. You’re both being ridiculous,” you had told them because they really were being ridiculous. There was no way your soulmate was a member of the Justice League, let alone an Amazonian Princess or the Man of Steel.

You were, of course, curious of your soulmate yourself. Who wouldn’t be curious of the person they’re destined to end up with? But you didn’t think up the crazy theories your friends and family liked to come up with. Instead you wondered things like, what kind of hobbies do they have? What’s their favourite colour? What type of music do they listen to? Were they a cat person or a dog person? And other things like that.

Another thing about the thread that tied you to your soulmate was that, while everyone could see the thread around your wrist, only you and soulmate could see where it led. While you had always wanted to follow it, you had decided that it would be better to focus on having a decent job and place to live first.

During that time a small part of you had hoped that maybe your soulmate would come looking for you, but since they clearly weren’t, maybe you should? After all, you had a well paying job and a great apartment, so why not? Every job was legally required to allow people time off to go search, so that wouldn’t be an issue. It was paid time off as well so you didn’t have to worry about money. You also had a car so you wouldn’t have to spend a shit ton of money on travel. At least, you hoped you wouldn’t. In truth, for all you knew, your soulmate could be in a completely different country. Now that would certainly complicate things.

Shaking that thought away (because there was no way fate could be that cruel), you got out of bed and set about putting the wheels in motion that would allow you to start following your thread

‘ Welcome to Gotham City! ’ the sign read as you drove past it. When you had told those close to you, your plan, they had been super supportive. Now, if they knew where your thread had lead you, you doubted they’d be as supportive. Hell, even you were rethinking things now. Out of all the cities for your soulmate to be in, it just had to be this one.

How did you know it was this city that they resided in and it wasn’t just another stop along the way? It was hard to explain, but you had a feeling deep within your gut, almost like a sixth sense that just yelled “Yep! This is the place!”.

You felt extremely uneasy as you drove through the city. It was night-time as well which did absolutely nothing to help. Honestly, of all the times to arrive in Gotham, night-time was definitely the worst. Well, there was nothing you could do about that now, you just had to keep on going, so you did.

The golden thread snaked through the gothic city and went from the “posh” part of the city all the way to the worst part of the city. The buildings were run down and most of the windows were boarded up. Each turn you took there were shiftier and shiftier characters on every corner. You started to get the feeling that you really shouldn’t be here. Plus you were starting to wonder if you really wanted to know who your soulmate was if they were hanging out in neighbourhoods like this.

You brought your car to a stop in front of a particularly dark and sinister looking alleyway. A particularly dark and sinister looking alleyway that your golden thread lead straight into. Coming to this part of this city was already a bad idea. Continuing to follow that thread to what had to be your certain doom was even worse. Yet, at this point in your mission, you were pretty much committed.

You couldn’t help out a quiet and very nervous laugh as you climbed out of your car. ‘ This is fucking insane ,’ you thought as you stepped out of your car. Before shutting and locking it (though you doubt that would do much to protect it in this area), you grabbed your pepper spray. ‘ I really hope your worth all this .’

As you followed the thread down the alleyway, you heard a sudden loud bang. A gunshot. You stopped in your tracks and you could feel your heart pick up its pace. Your thread lead in the direction the shot had come from. ‘ I really hope you weren’t involved with that .’ Taking a deep breath, you continued down the alleyway.

The alleyway lead out onto another street. There was a small crunching sound as you stepped out onto the street. Taking a step back, you looked to the ground to see what you had just stepped on. The ground was littered with small shards of glass. Looking up, you figured the shards of glass were from the bulbs from the streetlamps. Something had broken them. It didn’t take you long to figure out what, or rather who ,was responsible.

Further down the street, taking on group of ten men, was none other than Gotham’s Caped Crusader. The Batman.

You quickly ducked back into the alley you had just left. You then carefully peered around the wall, so you could watch the fight. You were well aware of the fact that your thread was leading straight toward the fight. Which meant that your soulmate was involved.

You watched the fight intensely, both intrigued and terrified to figured which one of the men was on the end of your thread. There was a voice in the back of your head praying hardcore that it was the hero in the centre of the fight.

Batman was a blur of black and dark grey as he rapidly made his way through the group of men. With a variety of different punches, kicks and gadgets, he made short work of them. During his combat flow, you followed your thread with your eyes and a small gasp left you as you realised who the other end was attached to.

Holy fuck. You’re friends had, kind of, been right. While your soulmate wasn’t Wonder Woman or Superman, like they had suggested, he was apart of the Justice League’s ‘Big Three’. Your soulmate was Batman . At least now you knew why he hadn’t come looking for you. He’d been busy saving the world.

Now you had to figure out how to approach him before he ended up disappearing into the night.

Exiting your cover, you took your thread between your finger and thumb and gently tugged on it a couple of times.

Batman looked at his end of the thread curiously as your tugs had gotten his attention. Then his head drifted upwards, following where it lead till his eyes settled on you.

If he was shocked, he didn’t show it. He just stood there, his eyes never leaving you. Part of you wanted to cower away from the intense stare, but you willed yourself not to. He was your soulmate, and you weren’t a criminal, you had no reason to be afraid.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, finally ending the silence between you. His voice was deep and almost robotic sounding. Probably some sort of voice modulator to help hide his identity, you figured.

“In Gotham? Yeah, this place really sucks,” you replied, thinking about all the things you had heard about this city, “but I came here to find my soulmate; to find you.”

“You shouldn’t have.” His voice was sharp and serious as he spoke. He also sounded irritated at your sudden appearance, which caused you to frown. That couldn’t be right… could it?

“What?” You hated how meek and pathetic your voice sounded, but you couldn’t help it. Wasn’t this supposed to be a happy moment? One of the happiest in your life in fact. Instead you felt like you were being scolded rather than meeting the person who was supposed to be your other half.

“I didn’t want to meet you. Now I suggest you go home. It’s not safe here.”

What? You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There was pressure behind your eyes and your throat tightened. You took a shaky breath as you took a step backwards away from him. It quickly sunk in that the man you’d been destined to be with, the man you had thought about since you were old enough to understand the concept of a soulmate, wanted nothing to do with you.

“I-I’m sorry I disturbed you.” Your voice broke as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction. You then turned around and ran back toward where you had left your car.

As fast as you could, you started your car up and made your way to a safer part of the city. It didn’t take you long to find a somewhat empty parking lot to park in. Once the engine was off, you screamed and aggressively slammed against the wheel as you let the tears freely fall.

You felt like a complete and utter fucking idiot. Of course he didn’t want you. You’d probably just get in the way of him saving the world or something like that. Besides, what was that article you had seen a few months ago? Something about Catwoman and a relationship between the two? While it happened very rarely, some people in the world had been known to reject their soulmate because they had found someone they deemed better. Is that what had happened? Whatever the reason, you could feel your heart breaking.

You had used to think that, out of all the members of the Justice League, Batman had been one of the cooler members. Now all you could think was that he was a massive jerk.

Maybe it was your own fault for romanticising the whole thing and thinking that your meeting would be something out of a fairytale. Apparently fate was far crueller than you could have ever thought it to be.

Bruce watched as she ran away from him, back down the alleyway she had come from. A small voice in the back of his head told him to go after her. To grab her, hold her close and apologise, tell her that he hadn’t meant it. He ignored it and headed off in the opposite direction, back to where he had left the batmobile.

Over his comms, he heard a barely audible sigh and he could easily picture his butler and lifelong friend shaking his head in disappointment. No doubt he was going to get an earful once he got back to the batcave. Well it certainly wasn’t the first time.

As the batmobile pulled up in the batcave, he could see Alfred waiting for him. ‘ Here we go ,’ he thought as he got out of his car and removed his cowl.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he stated as he walked past him and toward the batcomputer. He set his cowl down on the desk. Even as the words left his mouth he knew he had wasted his breath. If there was one thing that Alfred had done consistently since Bruce had started down this path, it was letting him know when he disagreed with something he did.

“Was that really necessary Master Bruce? She’s come all of this way…” Alfred started, but ended up trailing off. There was a small moment of silence before he continued. “You know, I remember a small boy who couldn’t wait to go out there and find…” Before he could finish what he was saying, Bruce promptly cut him off.

“What would you have me do, Alfred?!” His voice echoed off of the cave’s walls and disturbed some of the bats still hanging on the ceiling. Bruce gestured toward his equipment and the display cases that held some rather badly damaged batsuits. All of them testaments to injuries that had come far too close to killing him. “Would you really have me force this life on to her? The dangers, the no guarantee I’ll come home…” He took a deep breath and rested both his hands on the surface of his desk. “She deserves so much better.” His voice was quiet, but still easily heard in the, almost, silent cave.

“With all due respect, sir, I believe she should be allowed to make that decision, not you,” Alfred replied before leaving the batcave, not giving Bruce a chance to respond.

He looked in the direction of the stairs that lead up into the manor. The direction that Alfred had headed in. Was he right? Should he be leaving it up to her to decide what she wanted? But with all the dangers he faced nightly… No, it was better for him to stay far away from her.

Over the following week Bruce found himself distracted. It didn’t matter where he was, what he was doing, he couldn’t focus. And considering what he did once night fell over Gotham, to say being unfocused really wasn’t good was a complete understatement of the situation. He had been having far too many close calls recently.

He couldn’t get it out of his head. The way she had looked at him as he told her he didn’t want to meet her, that she should leave. Alfred’s words echoed in his mind and he found himself questioning the decisions he had made that night. Something that Bruce rarely, if ever, did. Everything he did was meticulously planned and there was never any doubt when he made a decision. Was this what happened once you met your soulmate and rejected them?

Bruce was sure that the rest of the Justice League had taken notice. With how off beat and slow to react to certain things, it would be hard not to. Of course, if they had, none of them had mentioned it to him. Apparently they knew better. For the time being, at least. He was sure it wouldn’t be long before they did try to pry into his personal life.

Which lead him here. On the roof of the building opposite of Y/N’s apartment building. He hadn’t needed to do any extensive research to find her, or learn her name, because he had been in this exact spot a couple of years ago.

Two years ago Bruce’s own curiosity had gotten the better of him. He blamed Clark and his soulmate, a reporter by the name of Lois Lane, for it. He had seen them one too many times in the Watchtower together and had found himself wondering who exactly his soulmate was and what they was like. As a result, he had gone looking for them. Not because he wished to finally meet them, but so he could make sure his soulmate was safe and happy. And she was, so he had left. Only ever checking up on her every now and then to make sure she had stayed that way.

He looked down at the golden thread that came out of his gauntlet and lead down toward the apartment he’d been watching. Both as Bruce Wayne and Batman he had made sure to keep it well hidden. With its unique colouring he couldn’t allow anyone to see it. It would be all too easy for his enemies to find her if they did see it.

He knew that by being here he was easily undoing everything he had done to keep her safe, but, then again, had she not done exactly that when she had tracked him down in Gotham? Besides, and while he would never say it out loud, Alfred had been right. It should be up to Y/N to decide whenever or not she wanted all the baggage that came with him being in her life. Baggage that had driven more than one person from his life…

He shook that thought from his head and got up from his crouched position on the roof. Bruce then leapt from the roof and allowed himself to fall for a couple of seconds before opening up his cape and let it catch the wind that was rushing past him. He silently glided over to her apartment’s balcony.

Y/N was in her apartment alone. She was sat on her sofa, the light from the tv was the only thing illuminating the room.

Bruce was unsure of how exactly to go about this. Back in Gotham he had originally thought of approaching her as Bruce Wayne, but quickly discarded it. Bruce Wayne showing up at an out of the way apartment building was sure to garner attention. As would Batman using the front door, so the balcony had seemed to be the best option. But now that he was here, he wasn’t entirely sure it was.

Should he just knock? That seemed like the best way to go about this. It was going to scare the everloving daylights out of her, but he could deal with that.

He gently rapped the glass of the balcony door with his knuckles. As he had expected, Y/N leapt up from her seat. A bowl and the contents of the bowl followed her and scattered across her carpeted floor. She spun around and when she saw him, the look of shock on her face quickly turned to anger. Her eyes narrowed and he swore that glare would be enough to make even the toughest of Gotham’s thugs would cower at its intensity. Maybe she would deal with his life better than he thought.

After a minute of glaring at him, she turned around and walked toward the lightswitch. At the same time, she gestured for him to enter.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” she demanded as soon as he had entered the apartment and shut the door behind him. The rage in her voice was evident and Bruce was sure he could cut the tension in the room with a batarang.

“I came to apologise,” he said, his voice gentle despite how distorted his modulator made it sound. Y/N scoffed immediately. He didn’t blame her. If he was in her shoes, he wouldn’t believe him either. After all ‘Batman’ wasn’t exactly known for making apologies.

“Yeah right.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’m being truthful. I… I shouldn’t have said what I said. It wasn’t right.”

“Then why did you say it?” A fair question and one he had an answer to. Before he even said it, Bruce was aware how cliché it sounded.

“I wanted to keep you safe. This life isn’t for everyone.”

“So without even meeting me, you decided that it wasn’t for me.” She shook her head. “That’s not your decision to make!” she yelled at him.

“I know. It’s been pointed out to me before.” In fact that night in the cave wasn’t the first time Alfred had told him that. “But that’s why I’m here now. To give you all the information you need to make that decision.”

You listened intently as Batman explained the dangers of the life he was leading. The dangers that effected the people in his life in one way or another. He also made it a point to reiterate the fact that when he left at night or was summoned by the Justice League there was no guarantee he would return. You asked the occasional question, but for the most part you just listened to him to talk and let his words sink in.

You got it. You understood the very clear concerns that Batman had about this whole thing, they concerned you as well, but you weren’t about to let it deter you. You wanted to know your soulmate. Even if it ended horribly, like he was saying it would, you felt it in your core that you would regret not knowing him, especially if the worst truly did happen. And you told him so.

“Even if you’re not wearing a mask, this life is dangerous. Anything can happen.”

“Anything could happen to me when I leave my apartment each day.”

The superhero life wasn’t special in that regard. As you spoke, your voice was a lot calmer than it had been earlier. In fact, as he had spoke and explained you had found your anger slowly fading. You still wanted to slap the jerk superhero before you, but that was a considerable downgrade from your overwhelming need to deck him when you first saw him standing on your balcony.

“It won’t be easy.”

“I’ve never backed down from a challenge before.”

You admired his commitment to deter you, but it wasn’t going to work. You were too stubborn to let it. Something you were positive he was learning very quickly.

“There’s nothing I can say to convince you that this is a bad idea, is there?”

“Nope.” You made sure to pop the ‘p’.

Batman sighed deeply. You watched as he looked away from you and toward the golden thread that linked the two of you together. You could almost hear the gears in his brain turning as he thought. Then he was looking back up at you.

“In that case then.”

You watched as Batman brought his hands up to his cowl. Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help the small gasp that left you as he removed the cowl and revealed his identity to you. Bruce Wayne. While you didn’t live in Gotham City, you were well aware of Gotham’s favoured son. You would’ve had to have lived underneath a rock to not know who he was.

And apparently your family had been right on the money, literally. Not that you cared about the money, you weren’t superficial like that. Personality was far more important than the material items someone may or may not have. In your eyes, at least.

You both stood in silence, his blue eyes studying you, probably trying to gauge how you were going to react. To be truthful, you weren’t entirely sure how to react. Except maybe…

“Well, it’s… it’s nice to meet you Bruce Wayne. I guess this is the part where we forget about what happened and start over?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

Yeah, sure, this was probably going to end horribly, but you were looking forward to the adventure that lie ahead.

#bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x fem!reader #batman x fem!reader #bruce wayne imagines #batman imagines #soulmate au #my writing

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Green Eggs and Ham: Fox (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Hello all you happy people. I’m certainly happy. While Green Eggs and ham does frustrate me in parts after spending an hour yesterday watching a talented but straight comedy writer try to write gay characters and fail so horribly it still defies belief, i’m happy to be back to something I can graspe, like hating Michelle or marveling at how much I love Micheal Douglas, or mentioning that I saw the Komisnki Method since the last episode. I don’t have any Kominski Method jokes prepared mind you.. I just think i’ts neat and shows off Mr. Douglas’ talents admirably.

As always for these todays review was courtesy of my friend Emma Fici. I may ask her about doulbing these up... I’m only obligated to review one a month but this way this goes a bit quicker and when I have less ot say on an episode, it makes for a better review and given all of these have ended on Cliffhangers I get a resolution to that faster. So join me under the cut for another bite of green eggs and ham as we find out where green eggs come from, see tracey morgan play a thirsty fox, and watch all the good will Michelle built up last ep go up in flames.

So we open up exactly where we left off: The BAD GUYZ are holding Guy at gunpoint and assuming he’s bad instead of you know.. talking to him. Just saying might’ve made this series go faster.

So they chase guy, and I do love how the model train car ends up being a chekovs gun as it shows the Bad GUYZ persuing him and the chase itself is very fun. Guy eventually makes it back to Sam whose happy to have him back, but their kinda on a timer and guy still rightfully hates him.. but it does show Guy’s a good person. A misanthrope whose been thorughly punched in the gonad by life, sure, but even with Sam having gotten him into this mess, he gets Sam meant nothing by it on some level.. he also recognizes that dosen’t make it OKAY, but the BAD GUYZ have given Guy no reason to trust they have Mr.Jenkins best intrests at heart.

Unfortuantely Michelle picks NOW to show up and naturally finds out abotu Mr Jenkins and even more naturally is a a raging bitch to guy and refuses to actually talk to him, accuses him of being bad etc.

Look i’m not going to deny that Michelle has a GENUINE greviance with Guy here: Guy lied to her about something. You can’t start a relatoinship on that. But the reason I HATE this character so fucking much is she’s just so judgemental. She automaitcally asumes the worst in everyone and the world in general and while that’s supposed to be an intentional character flaw they take it way too far. She just.. assumes guy’s bad from meeting him and her hurt here dosen’t hit as hard as it should because she gets upset at guy in every other damn episode. This would’ve worked better if she HADN’T been horrible to him in every other meeting or this moment had come a few episodes later. Let them build the relationship and let things escalate and THEN let the betryal hit nice and hard. Give guy a chance ot tell her first so that if he dosen’t, the end result is on him. He SHOULD be the bad guy in this scenario.. but given he’s been thrust into a life of crime against his will by an obsessive borderline stalker and Michelle is awful to him on a normal day despite his best attempts, he really ISN’T. The show wants him to be the bad guy or be at least a bit culpable but he simply hasn’t known Michelle long enough for this early lie to make her feel justified.

So our heroes are forced to run to the back of the train and Sam tries to get them to jump, because of course he does and Guy says know because he dosen’t feel like jumping into a bottomless pit. And because Guy dosen’t trust Sam...

So sam decides to try flying the Chickaraffe which works for all of a few minutes. I mean they live through it so tha’ts nice. EB watches the whole thing having fled her mother and gets dragged off to the “THink About What You’ve Done Car” for fleeing her abuser.

So since my brain is pudding let’s go ahead and get all the other characters subplots out of the way before we get back to our heroes shall we?

Starting off with Snerz it’s revealed he’s had a running competition with his Lackey’s over capturing endagered species, like i assume most rich assholes do. The Chickaraffe will finally put Snerz over the rest, though they rightly point out he NEEDS to get it here first. Snerz however can’t just show it off to them he has to show off his crimes against nature at a huge invite only gala. Dude that’s not what invite only Gala’s are for. There for seeing Nightcrawler get piss drunk and watching as a bunch of mutatnts terraform mars in the span of an hour then claim it as the captail of the solar system and the first mutant world. Duh. Also for those wondering.. yeah that just happened in X-Men. Storm is also queen of Mars in case you needed more reason to go read current x-men comics now now now.

So with that setup next up is the BAD GUYZ with the blue one demanding that the conductor stop the train... without thinking about the fact they didn’t have tickets and thus get thrown off.

Finally we have Michellee

The think what you’ve done car WOULD be funny with the comical giant hand pointing at her.. but like most things Michelle ruins it as she keeps shushing her daughter when her daughter tries to talk to her. Look i’m not calling it abuse to be a goofy ass like usual or to be an edgelord. I genuinely feel Michelee is abusive to EB. She restricts her from doing anything, and lets her own trauma get in the way of raising her daughter. I know the series later says she lost a husband so I’d get bein ga bit overprotective.. but shackling your kid, constantly smothering them, not letting them laugh, never letting them have ANY fun because your so horribly paranoid.. that’s a sign Michellee REALLY needs psychological help. I get their trying to go for crosses the line twice in her traetment.. but the series simply isn’t DARK enough for that to work. It’s not lacking in mature themes much like Seuss himself, but the humor is just so goofy, fun and well natured most of the time with some darkness or realisim peppered in for flavor, that it just dosen’t make these over the top abuses WORK a scomedy> They just come off as disturbing.

But what’s more annoying.. is the series is on Michelle’s side too often. It tries to treat it like “well she’s concerned over her daughter that makes it okay!”. Being concerned as a parent can be a good motive, but even a GOOD parent can fuck up. Steven Unvierse for instance wasn’t afraid to show that: Garnet, Pearl and Greg all had their own faults and Pearl especailly put a LOT of her emotinal baggage on her child, not to mention Connie with the whole “indocrinate her into sucidally thinking she’s worthless thing.”. Pearl isn’t a bad personl but she had severe emtoinal issues and the show wasn’t afraid to show that or show her work past it. She’s also you know, an alien. This show really WANTS to do that but tries so hard to side with Michellee or show her as reasonable it ends up frustrating because she ISN’T being any of that most of the time. I really don’t mind doing these reviews for the most part but I feel Michelle’s arc would’ve worked better if we didn’t have horrible actoins from her shoved in our faces every episode. You don’t HAVE to have a character in every single episode. I love Diane Keaton, we all do, but if you don’t have GODO material for her then don’t use her. It’s the same problem with Snerz honestly: Eddie Izzard is fine but we don’t NEED to see this evil jackass in every episode just because you paid for him. The Bad Guyz are REALLY the only exception here as their the main threat of the season and their being on our heroes trail every episode IS important. But the show just really seems to think we need to see every character every damn time when we really don’t. It’s why while i’ll give a show shit if they don’t use a character when their presence could’ve ENHANCED the episode, i’ll always back not forcing every character into every episode, as you sometimes simply have nothing for them to do or get TIRED of them. And i’m VERY tired of Michelee and still have most of the season to go.

Okay so back to our ambgiously gay duo: Guy ends up bonding with Mr Jenkins as the creature warms up to him and realizes that while he HATES being here iwth Sam... Mr. J isn’t so bad. Also Mr. J can retract into a smaller ball form.

They do run into a problem though: Mr. J is hongry and after workshopping a bunch of stuff find out he eats Ties, and thus need to find some. Thankfully though some wandering gets them to a farm house they spot over yonder where they find a Fox... whose LITERALLY guarding the Hen House. He’s voiced by Tracy Morgan! He apologizes for being late.

Our heroes head into the farmhouse.. you know when I started watching this series I didn’t think it’d turn into a home invasion movie starring our protaganists but here we are. Our heroes find the son of the farm family living there and barely escape detection before rifling thorugh this family’s things. Also Guy REPEADTLY tries to keep Sam and MR. J from tagging along because one has no impulse controol and the other is a wild animal.

In a nice gag though we find out the father has no neck or head to speak of, so their out of luck here... but Sam spots Micheal and realizes he has a tie so they decide to switch from stalking this poor family to stalking him instead.

We then learn WHY Michael’s doing this: he’s sweet on a chicken named Cassandra.

And comes on a BIT too strong, having gotten the job and sworn off eggs ENTIRELY for her, while Sandra.. somehow also dosen’t come off sympathetic despite this as she writes micheal off not because he’s puttting a bit too much pressure on her, but because “Your a fox, you eat chickens”.. which feels kinda racist. I mean it’s true.. but he’s TRYING not to and tryng to be his best, the farmers clearly trust him enough to hire him, he’s been clean a full month. While we later learn he has a giant egg stockpile he also clearly hasn’t EATEN them and probably didn’t get them from his job. Maybe. I don’t know I haven’t seen the next episode. But even if he did the guy is the Suessiasn equilveant of a recovering addict: while he shoudln’t be trying to jump into a relationship over it or pin all his hopes of recovery on Cassandra, he shoudln’t be scorned and shunned for trying to be better. This series.. really dosen’t get romantic relationshps does it?

Anyways Michael heads off and does some meditation with tapes he set up for himself to try and calm down so Guy picks this time to try and steal the tie. He ends up getting unwanted help from Sam which comes in handy when the tape breaks down and Sam fills in for it. Sam also explains why he’s so friggin clingy: he sees him Guy and Jenkins as a family, and just wnats to help. Granted like Micheal pinning ALL your hopes on one person romantically sin’t ag ood thing, but like Micheal I can at least relate and sympathize with it. So Guy relents and lets Sam help and eventually gets the tie off as it has 80 other ties wrapped in because Dr. Seuss ties are a nightmare.. but it provides a giant meal for jenkins.... or would if our heroes didn’t soon find a closet full of eggs and a ravenous micheal. Oops.

Final Thoughts:

This episode is okay. While I clearly do ship Sam and Guy more than the actual canon paring of Guy and Michellee at this point I also feel Sam’s just a bit too clingy and ignorant of how much danger he’s put guy into. But the series is aware of it and I feel that will become more of a thing later, I just feel it’s also putting too much on Guy being equally to blame when at most he’s juts grouchy while Sam has gotten him hunted by law enforcement. That being said.. I still like this series. It has it’s flaws sure but it’s still excellently animated and funny as hell, and it’s early enough a lot of it’s flaws could course correct. I’l lbe back here next month for more episodes.. plural as this series is meant ot be binged so i’m going ot see if more of it will make it go down easier. We’ll see. See you at the next rainbow.

#green eggs and ham #netflix #dr seuss #michael douglas

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newmusickarl · 3 years

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Album & EP Recommendations

My word, the music world has well and truly spoiled us this week!

The past seven days has seen a colossal avalanche of new releases, so much so I’ve barely had chance to keep up with it all. Although this is not the full list of everything from the past seven days, here are the 16 (yes, 16!) new releases I’ve enjoyed the most this week.

As there is so much to get through the rundowns are (mostly) a bit shorter than normal and there is no single Album of the Week, instead I simply recommend checking out whichever album or track sounds most appealing depending on your preferred taste.

So without further ado then, here’s what’s good:

Californian Soil by London Grammar

It’s been four years since the release of London Grammar’s last record Truth Is A Beautiful Thing - an album that I enjoyed, but I’ll admit also left me feeling somewhat underwhelmed coming off the back of their incredible breakout debut, If You Wait. As it turns out, the band themselves were also having a tough time around that period, with front woman Hannah Reid in particular battling relentless industry sexism, as well as the persistent physical pain caused by her fibromyalgia condition. With this being the case, it is amazing that the young indie-pop trio have made it to their third album at all, let alone delivering what is their best work to date.

Opening on a grand, string-drenched Intro, the record soon morphs into the sun-soaked guitars and soaring orchestration of the album’s glorious title track. It marks an early highlight as Reid catches the audience up with the tribulations of the last few years – “I left my soul on Californian soil.” From there the album doesn’t really let up as the band move through a series of career-defining tracks – the gorgeous contemporary groove of Missing, the dance-influenced How Does It Feel, the chilled-out ambience of the dreamy Baby, It’s You and the sublime, stripped-back closer America.

However, the album’s strongest moment comes when Reid confronts music industry sexism head on with defiant anthem Lord It’s A Feeling. Beginning with some twinkly xylophone, before evolving into an atmospheric synth-laced backdrop where Reid pulls no punches:

“I saw the way you made her feel, like she should be somebody else,

I know you think the stars align for you and not for her as well,

I undеrstand, I can admit that I have felt those things mysеlf”

The cutting lyrics against some blinding quiet rave instrumentation leaves quite the impression, as does this sterling record in general. After a slight misstep, London Grammar have well and truly rediscovered themselves and they have honestly never sounded better – a truly incredible album.

If You Could Have It All Again by Low Island

Oxford electo-pop outfit Low Island are another band that have defied expectations to get to this point. This, their debut album, was not recorded in a professional music studio – in fact, the vocals were recorded in a bedroom cupboard of all places. The band themselves don’t even have a manager or a record label. In every sense of the word, they are a truly independent band. For a self-financed, self-produced effort, If You Could Have It All Again is a quite remarkable first outing.

From melodic, uplifting opener Hey Man, the record quickly jumps into spoken word electro punk banger What Do You Stand For, featuring acid-drenched synths and a dancefloor-ready groove. Fans of FIFA 21 will recall Don’t Let the Light In, with the glitchy pulse of recent single Who’s Having the Greatest Time also standing out. That said, it’s the smooth, infectious sway of I Do It For You that still pulls me in the most.

Having followed the band since their early EPs, I’ve been rooting for Low Island for a while now and this is one debut album I was highly anticipating this year. Safe to say, my expectations have been met – this is a fantastic, accomplished record, which leaves me eager to see where they go next.

The Greatest Mistake Of My Life by Holding Absence

There was a time when the difficult second album used to be a thing, but listening to the sophomore effort from Welsh rock band Holding Absence this week, I’m really not sure that exists anymore. After a dramatic and impressive self-titled debut two years ago, the band have wasted little time taking things up a notch, with this new album cinematic and masterfully produced from beginning to end.

From standout singalong anthems like Afterlife and In Circles, to the album’s epic seven-minute penultimate track Mourning Song, The Greatest Mistake of My Life shows a band pushing themselves and driving forward with ambition at every opportunity. In a year packed with outstanding rock and metal albums already, this is most definitely another one you can add onto that list. Soaring, impressive and demanding of repeat listens.

We Forgot We Were Dreaming by Saint Raymond

It’s been six long years since Nottingham-born singer-songwriter Callum Burrows, AKA Saint Raymond, released his debut album. However it seems the time away has been well spent as this long-awaited follow-up finds Burrows in fine form, with this album packed to the brim with catchy, glossily produced indie-pop anthems.

From the brilliant title track that opens the record, to the bouncy riffs of Right Way Round, Talk and Solid Gold, to more subdued and heartfelt moments like Only You, this album will have you smiling, singing your heart out and dancing your troubles away.

Flu Game by AJ Tracey

AJ Tracey may have only been three years old when Michael Jordan was winning NBA championships with the Chicago Bulls, but that hasn’t stopped him making a record influenced by the legendary icon and his famous 1997 Flu Game. Like many others including myself, grime superstar AJ Tracey spent lockdown watching the brilliant The Last Dance documentary, and this record weirdly works as a fantastic unofficial companion, but also just a great summer rap record.

McCartney III Imagined by Paul McCartney

Even if like me you completely missed Sir Paul McCartney’s 2020 album McCartney III, it’s well worth checking out this reimagining, where he has called on the help of some of his famous musician pals. This is a real who’s who line up of guest features including Beck, Khurangbin, St. Vincent, Blood Orange, Phoebe Bridgers, Damon Albarn, Josh Homme, Anderson .Paak and more, making for quite a fascinating mix of sounds and styles.

Moratorium (Broadcasts from The Interruption) by Enter Shikari

And finally on the albums front this week, genre-benders Enter Shikari have released a brilliant compilation of all their lockdown live performances, headlined by an incredible string-tinged acoustic version of The Dreamer’s Hotel and a beautifully stripped-back “At Home” rendition of Live Outside.

Tracks of the Week

Introvert by Little Simz

Wow, wow and wow again. Still fairly fresh off the back of her masterful, Mercury Prize nominated third album Grey Area, this week British rapper Little Simz released the first taste of her next record in the form of this epic and triumphant opening track. At six minutes in length, this majestic and operatic political anthem aims to grab the listener by the collar and shake them awake. Without a doubt, one of the best songs of the year so far, the powerful video for which you can view above.

Smile by Wolf Alice

The second taste of their forthcoming album Blue Weekend, Smile continues Wolf Alice’s pattern for alternating Loud/Soft releases, with this one featuring buzzy guitars, punky vocals and a hypnotic chorus melody.

Beautiful Beaches by James

Although written off the back of the California wildfires that impacted front man Tim Booth’s local community, the lyrics on the band’s latest anthem purposefully offer a dual meaning, giving hope to those dreaming of a post-lockdown getaway and fresh start.

He Said She Said by CHVRCHES

The Scottish trio made their much-anticipated return this week, with Lauren Mayberry also sharing her experiences of sexism on this arena-ready synth-pop banger.

Matty Healy by Georgia Twinn

Georgia Twinn delivers an infectiously catchy break-up anthem, inspired by an ex-boyfriend, who’s most interesting feature was supposedly looking like the 1975 frontman.

Kill It by Vukovi

Underground Scottish rock outfit Vukovi’s new single is so good, they even managed to get KILL IT trending over the weekend of its release. Masterfully produced with big bold riffs and trancey synths, this one just sounds huge.

Can’t Carry On by Gruff Rhys

The latest solo single from the former Super Furry Animals frontman is a stunning, super-melodic tune with an instant chorus you’ll be singing before the track has even finished its first play.

Ceremony by Deftones

One of the highlights off their last album Ohms, the nu-metal rockers have now delivered a cinematic new video directed by horror legend Leigh Whannell. Check it out!

Chasing Birds by Foo Fighters

And finally this week, Dave Grohl and company released a trippy new animated video for this Medicine At Midnight cut to help celebrate 420 in their own unique way. Again, well worth a watch!

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I think Chile's general character and VA work can be blamed for that tbh. Ie, a character who's already a little aggressive has, after the og game, a va that makes her come off as very aggressive, whome the anime (both) ramps up certain traits of that. And unlike for P5, which occured after what i feel like is a shift towards scrutinizing anime if games, P4's anime was a lot of people's intro to it. Which creates an image of her that, while I dint think is unfair, isn't in lined with the game.

Of course bias be known, it might just be my circles being very vague but I do feel like P5, while for different reasons, gets the fandom punching bag bullshit to a worse degree. But that's also more or less because the internet's general culture in feel his shifted for the worse, so now you have stuff like twitter blogs dedicated to mocking fans who show passion in odd ways that ultimately don't hurt anyone. Or stuff like the struggle twitter.

No not Chile. DX jdklafsj; jk jk

Yeah, as much as I like Erin as a VA, I don't like her for Chie. Tracey!Chie just hits different and is A LOT more mellow. She still had energy but not like......a sugar hyped squirrel.

Ironically her aggression is always aimed at aggressors/oppressors (or just someone wronging someone else). Take the bullies in her SL. And even then it's mostly just her getting in your face. And she only gets in your face if......I guess you could say obvious injustice happening....like bullying (or you know.....forcibly signing her up for something she is forced to do). But yeah the anime took that....fairly human level character trait and RAMPED IT UP TO THE HEAVENS ....then brought it a back down to a more manageable level for the spinoffs (a better fate than her love for meat or Aki's protein shake now-trait u_u F in the chat for Fsteak orz).

I'd argue that the feelings towards games made into anime's weren't exactly positive during P4's anime time either. I remember a lot of people being worried because it already had a stigma. THAT BEING SAID, as an adaptation representing/reflecting/trying to be accurate to the game, P4's isn't great. As an adaptation that's making changes to attempt to tell a semblance of P4's story? Esp to someone who's never played P4? It does a decent job as an entry point for people who have never played. Like it's coherent enough. Does it change vital things? Yeah. Will newcomers notice? No. Will they at least get something that resembles competent media? To them yeah. To me? I still deal with the sins every day, it's my cross to bear. u_u

P5 got lucky that Persona became mainstream and it helped make it EVEN MORE mainstream, so when it's anime rolled around everyone was calling BS on it. Shame we couldn't have......something good come out of it. (If only Daybreakers was longer u_u)

I prefer to separate the characterizations. Like I don't mind multiple, but I wanna be fair to the char I wanna judge them base off of the original characterization. Like I've read the OG .hack books from Blackrose's perspective, so I sympathize with her. But I really should play the games so I can see her original characterization (without looking through her lens). I'm afraid I might not her as much (from what other's have said) but I can still maintain a separation of "I like the novel, but the OG source I don't like her from the outside perspective). So with Chie I'd rather people be like "I hated her in the anime, tho I know she's diff in the game and I'm glad for that, but at the same time I still have the negative association with the anime counterpart so I know it's that coloring my perspective....still not gonna like her tho." And that's fine. Just stop the smear campaign, I can't take it anymore! DX She didn't do anything wrong she just kicked shadows and saved my ass let her live! *sobs*

I do agree with the punching bag thing. I do see P5 becoming more and more of a punching bag..... I.... don't have any idea why (except "cringe" *eyeroll*). I know the reasons for P4 (and I do think that was....VERY unfair for P4). It feels more like people just want to mock P5 because it's popular. I don't like that the more I see it. Obviously I'm not a fan of P5, I'll tear it to shreds every chance I feel like (like on my own terms not like....cause someone's enjoying it, that's just rude). But what I won't do is shame someone for liking it (maybe IRL I'll say it as a joke with obvious joking inflection, and I'll clarify it's a joke, but that's it). You have every right to like P5, as I have every right to like P4. We also have every right to peel back and look into both games positively and negatively.

But yeah I feel like a lot of the punching stuff is....just being jerk to fans. P4 was misinfo being spread (same can be said about the FeMC, I swear I see one more brain dead take about her music on "fitting" I'm shoving a CD player up someone's ass and using their mouth as a gramophone). It feels more like people rag on P5 cause "fans like it" and "cringe." And????? Like????? There's a lot you can say that's wrong with P5......but why.....THAT? The fans did nothing wrong. And "cringe?" Fuck that. Embrace the cringe. What are we in middle school? Oh no can't like that, Timmy the "cool kid" with all his friends dictated that's not a cool thing to like. Well *gets in close to microphone* screw Timmy and his friends, like what you want. As long as you aren't hurting anyone it's fine. And last time I checked, liking P5 won't hurt anyone.

Narrator: She says, while in reality, every time someone states they like P5, her soul gets punched.

Jk jk. I do actually still recommend P5 to people (tho nowadays I really push to play P3/4 first if that's within reason for the person...... not cause I think they are better than P5, but 1) you appreciate the Igor twist more, 2) it's easier to so the combat going forward than backward so I'm thinking that's probs more helpful but that's just me thinking of the most optimal experience in enjoying all 3 games)

"But Silly, I still like the thing but I don't want people bothering me because it's deemed cringe!" Then be like me, make a separate account and vibe. I recently got back into a thing I liked back in middle school and it's 100% deemed as cringe....like wherever you go (I don't care it's a dumpster fire, it keeps me warm and happy....it's my dumpster fire uwu). And I just wanted to vibe and enjoy the content the renaissance was getting without 1) getting bs thrown at me for liking it, 2) not flooding my main blog which is def Persona (and Megaten) themed cause y'all wouldn't want to see that.)

You just gotta curate your experience on the internet. Do what best protects your sanity.

(was gonna end it there but omg it really is annoying, I keep seeing people just being jerks to fans cause they like the game and it's like sir....your on the negative side but do you even know the actual faults of the damn game? Or are you just being a jerk because you weren't hugged enough growing up? Cause that's not a P5/P5 fan problem, that something you should get checked out instead problem >_> Have a discussion not be a fucking dick god)

I....don't know if the internet culture has shifted to a worse degree. Maybe. I do think it's different but equally worse to Tumblr's mega hivemind at it's peak. But now it's less hivemind and more EXTREMELY divided. Both bad, just different. Can't say that each experience is the same on each platform. It feels different depending if you are on Tumblr, Twitter, Reddit, Gamefaqs, 4chan, yadda yadda

#rattymaple #silly answers #silly asks #'silly what's the dumpster fire?'#wouldn't you like to know #you could probs figure it out I have mentioned it on my blog a few years back #something like 'aha oh dear this is happening' aka yeah I totally knew the contents of that franchise #'i'm gonna find it and ask you about it' I'll let you out me for putting the time and effort into it sure fkljasklfjaldf #but if you out me i'mma post metas about it and you'll have to deal with the consequences flkjdsaklfj;af #everyone when they find out what i'm talking about: why?? WHY? Why that? Like...ok but....WHY?!#that's what happens when Persona news is dryer than the desert like lksjlafdkja;fjkalf leave me be #long post

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Promised [Draco Malfoy x reader] - part 1.

CHAPTER 1 - sixth year

"Don't forget to write to us at least once a week," said my mother, whilst running her manicured fingers through my hair that reached past my shoulders. I nodded and turned away from her grasp when my father hugged me.

After saying goodbye to my parents, I went to look for my friends. As I walked past a group of third years, I heard a squeal behind me and as soon as I turned around, Pansy jumped on me.

"I've missed you so much," she sighed into my shoulder, her being slightly shorter than me.I hugged her back just as tight.

"I couldn't wait to see you today," I relaxed into her hug, finally happy that I had someone else besides my parents. From someone else's point of view, they weren't bad people, but I lived with them my whole life and I'd seen things that changed most of my views. As a slytherin that came from such a powerful family, I was supposed to follow the Dark Lord and to think of ways I could make our alliance with the Malfoys stronger.

As we made our way into one of the carriages, we met with our other friends, Daphne Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode and Tracey Davis. "How was your summer?" Daphne asked us. I looked at my nails, suddenly interested in my manicure. As the other girls started describing what seemed like the times of their lives, I couldn't help but think of mine.

"It's up to you, sweetheart. You either come with us and live at the Malfoy Manor, or you stay here. If you decide on the latter, you must know that you're not to leave the house alone. These are dangerous times and you can't be on your own in the streets." I rolled my eyes at my father, he knew I'd choose to go with them just because I wouldn't want to be completely alone.

As I finished packing my bags, I looked for a last time at myself in the mirror, to check my outfit before leaving my room. I couldn't stand the Malfoy Manor. It was always so dark and unfriendly, not too different from mine, but here I had my own room, taking comfort in my own space.

We found Lucius Malfoy waiting for us as we exited the fireplace. He had a dark smile on his face as he called for his wife. As Narcissa Malfoy entered the room, I relaxed a bit. I always thought that she had the same fate as me, getting betrothed and marrying a man she didn't want to. Her beauty and lean body baffled me, she was so elegant, having no flaw whatsoever. I raised my eyes to my mother as she enveloped Narcissa in a hug, my eyes then moved to my father and Lucius who were deep in conversation. I wondered where Draco was.

"Draco is out, he'll be home in a few hours." Narcissa said as if reading my mind.

When he finally returned to his home, he joined us in the sitting room. He was constantly fidgeting, making my parents look at him with confused eyes. I ignored him, something we both decided on a few years ago. "Maybe you should go on a walk, Draco." Lucius said, pausing to look at me, before adding, "And take Y/n with you."

He stood up, looking at me and gesturing to the door with his hand. I followed him and we went out in the garden.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where else would I've gone if not here? I didn't want to be quarantined in my house." I mumbled the last part. "Why are you fidgeting anyways, you're not usually like that."

He shrugged, "None of your business." I raised my eyebrows, "It kind of is." He scoffed at my reply, shaking his head. "We're not married yet, even though I know you can't wait."

I pursed my lips at that, "Yeah, because who wouldn't want to get married to the Slytherin Prince, am I right?" I knew I'd hurt him with the name, he hated it.

He laughed dryly, "At least I'm not a spoiled girl that gets her parents to do whatever she wants them to do." He said, making me look at the ground.

"I'm not spoiled." I growled. I hated when people assumed things about me. He doesn't how hard of a time my parents give me for not being 'smart' and joining the Death Eaters. They always say that I'm my own worst enemy for ignoring their beliefs.

A few days after that encounter, I was in my room at the Manor, getting dressed to have dinner. The door opened and I jumped, turning around to see my father towering over me. I tried not to laugh, Did he think he looked scary?, I thought.

"After dinner Draco is expected to get the Dark Mark. You should join him, it's better to do it with someone close to you."

"Close to me? Draco is far from that, father." I shook my head, "I'm not joining the losing side." I said through gritted teeth.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "You will be there and you'll accept the Dark Mark."

I groaned, "No! You can't and won't tell me what to do! I am my own person and I won't take the dark crap."

He punched the wall with so much power that he left a fist mark in it. I jumped, not expecting him to react this way. Meanwhile, Draco was walking down the hallway, stopping suddenly when he heard the sound of my father's fist colliding with the wall. His head turned towards my door, an unreadable expression present on his face, his eyes clouded with concern. His hand nearly opened the door, when he heard my father yell.

"Damn it, Y/n! I'm your father and I will not take your crap. You will join the Death Eaters tonight."

Draco heard you laugh dryly, "You can't force me. If you want me to run away and piss on your alliance with the Malfoys then go ahead. You won't even know where I am."

"I hope you know that you're playing a dangerous game, Y/n. No one will be able to help you if the Dark Lord decides he wants to kill you because of this-" He suddenly stopped when he heard a knock on my door. He opened it to reveal Draco. His serious expression turned happy, inviting him in. "I'm going to leave you two to talk."

"What do you want, Draco?" I asked as I tried to keep my frustrated tears at bay. I wanted to go home, all I did here was to pick fights with everyone around me.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concern obvious on his face. I shrugged, "Who is?"

We stayed like this for a while, in a comfortable silence, until he spoke up once again, "We should go, I think you know by now that I've to take the Mark tonight." I nodded, standing up and gesturing towards the door.

Author's Note: Hi! I started writing this about two years ago but I didn't post it, so here is the first part! Hope you enjoyed it!! Don’t forget that this is also on Wattpad, along with a few others!! My username is @padfootblacking.

#draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #hogwarts #harry potter imagine #harry potter #slyherin #promised

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bowieemeddow · 4 years

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TRINITY. (Queen Fanfiction)

Part 1 // Runaway.

Summary: Margaret McCullugh comes to the realisation that her life is a total mess. After an argument she realises she’s had enough; she grabs her bags and runs away.

Note:Hi guys this is the first chapter of my new fanfiction. I’m not the best writer and this is my first time so please go easy on me; there will be grammar and spelling mistakes throughout this chapter. Feedback will be greatly appreciated 🙂

Warnings; Swearing, sexual assault, bad writing, slight Scottish slang (I’m from Scotland and I write the way I talk sorry 😉✌🏻)

Enjoy.

Thursday // May 1970

"I've never wanted to punch him in the face more in my life than at this point of time." I thought to myself as I glared at him across the dining table. Even from what felt like a mile away; I could still see that smug look on his Greg's face.

"Margret! Are you even listening to me?" I tore my focus from my bastard of a step father to my bastard of a mother. "You'll be meeting Thomas next thursday remember. To talk about arrangements."

Ah Thomas Russel. Son to a millionaire family; him being a successful doctor in the making at 22 and is apparently a distant relative of some foreign royal family (to be fair I wasn't listening to the shit leaving my mothers mouth)

The cherry on top of it all; I've never actually met the boy and I'm his fiancé.

"Poor Thomas." Gina; my younger sister mumbled under her breath while eating her dinner.

"Mind your own business you little shit!" I spat kicking her harshly under the table. Believe me I know this makes me look bad but I promise you I'm not a bad sister; I was actually excited when I found out I had another sibling on the way. I loved her even when she was a newborn. It was when she started talking; she turned into a sneaky little bully and mummy's favourite.

"That's enough don't you dare kick your sister again!" She snapped at me.

I cringed at my mothers comment; more because of the way she said it. Trying to act as posh as possible; trying to mask the natural Glaswegian accent she's had her whole life; the same thick apparently "rough" accent I also have yet Gina never developed it as bad as me, my dad had the rough accent and I was a daddy’s girl... before he left us.

"Why do I have to marry him. I didn't him pick him, hell I haven't even met him! Marrying me off to becoming nothing but a trophy wife? Fully dependable on my husband with a big empty house full of loads of children. Nothing to do except cooking and cleaning-"

"Can we please change the topic?! I don't feel like sending you upstairs again." My mum sighed

"Oh mother!" Gina exclaimed making me jump; her bloody voice goes right through me.

"This dinner is absolutely amazing!" I chuckled to myself quietly, Gina is so far up mums arse it's embarrassing.

"Thank you darling I made it myself."

Yeah right did she make this shit, she doesn't even know how to use the stove, it was the cook that made it. All of it is vegan since "meat is the reason why your acne is so bad and you've starting to lose that figure Margaret, you simply don't take proper care of yourself."

“Oh god I forgot! I was meant to take you bra shopping today.” Mum informed Gina

“But she’s only 13 mum. I never got my first bra till I was 15?” I argued, Gina got everything she wanted without having to even lift a finger.

“You should go with them Margaret. You wear too small a bra better go up a size sweets." He smirked away as he took a drink of his wine that's likely more expensive than everything I own.

At that point I was so pissed off I grabbed the closest thing to me which was a potato from my plate funnily enough and threw it at his head. If I wasn’t so pissed off I think would’ve found it difficult to keep a straight face.

Friday// May 1970

While sitting in period 7 English I thought back to last night.

After successfully hitting Greg's big head with a potato for his inappropriate comment about his step daughter's breasts; Mum took his side and got sent upstairs without eating anything for the rest of the night; not like I wanted to eat any of that shit anyway.

"God he's so cute!" The girl next to me squealed to her friends who were both in front of her; their chairs turned from their tables to form a circle that I was sadly apart of. I wasn friends with the three girls; Tracey, Yasmine and Gemma were the popular girls, the best housewives in the making.

I looked down at the newspaper which Tracey had in her hands, it was crumpled up due to her "fan girl" moment taking over her senses.

"The Gregory Special." The newspaper was called;

Only rich wankers read it.

"Thomas Russel is ready to settle down but who's the lucky girl?"

It said with a picture of the boy himself below it . Wasn't his best picture; he was probably flirting with some random girl in while the photo was being taken.

"So who is the bitch huh?" Gemma spat as Tracey read away at the newspaper trying to figure it out.

"YOU! Mrs Reynolds wants to see you in her office.” My English teacher shouted pointing at me it made the three girls jump back to their original spots as if they were actually listening to the lesson.

Shit what have I done now; I usually lose track at this point.

While putting my things in my bag I looked over at the three girls to see them scanning back through the newspaper frantically to find out who the "lucky woman" was.

I accidentally let out a chuckle of sympathy which caught their attention.

“I’m sorry, is there something you want to say?” Jemma snapped.

"Yeah I do actually since you three can't read for shit. Page 24." I sassed back and waited a moment.

"Margaret McCullugh? Who the bloody hell is that?!" I rolled my eyes at the stupidness.

"Margaret McCullugh. Now." My teacher shouted across the classroom which I nodded to standing up and grabbing my bag and coat with a grin on my face.

The three girls had their mouths wide open once they put two and two together; it was me.

"Bye girls." I whispered chuckling while leaving the classroom.

...

"Please tell me you are joking Miss McCullugh?" Mrs Reynolds pleaded with me

"What's wrong with what I want to do once I leave here?" I argued back.

"Your mother is a politician; she could bloody well be the prime minister in a several years time. How is she gonna get there with her child wanting to do.... textile design?" She gagged at the though of me becoming something that wasn't a doctor or lawyer.

"Why does it fucking matter anyway I can't even do what I want. My mums already set up my whole life." I argued back slouching in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest.

Fuck being ladylike.

"Ah your talking about your engagement with Thomas Russel. Your mother wants you to just be okay, she's worked hard for where she is right now and it was a risky thing she done to get there. She doesn't want you taking any risks when you go onto be a politician or a lawyer-"

"Or a textile design artist." I corrected for her not giving in to her manipulation.

"Margaret I know you okay. Through these past 6 years that you've been in this school you've been very strong willed and feministic attitude to social issues and topics."

"Damn right-"

"But I'm sorry to burst your bubble but this is a patriarchal society we are living in. Woman will not change society. Ever."

I was beyond pissed at this moment of time. I shot up off my seat and slammed down both my hands on her desk in order to shut her up.

"Fucking watch me then!”

...

Saturday // May // 1970

"Hey chickadee." Tana smiled as she came into one of the private rooms of the pub, she lifted my feet and plopped herself next to me in the booth then put my feet back down to they were resting on her lap.

"Hi." I said stretching slightly as I shut my notebook over immediately and set it down on the table.

Tana was probably one of my only friends at this point of time; the moment she turned 19 she was allowed to decorate her parents bar; to which she called me up and asked to borrow my creative mind for help. Before it was just an old looking bar where young ones likes to hang out; now it was a modern neon, rock music bar.

"Glam Rock" it was called and it was placed in a more poverty ridden area of Glasgow. If my mum found out I was here I'd get murdered.

Every Saturday night people from everywhere would come here and celebrate a new "generation" as they called it.

"This new rock generation is gonna grow everywhere. Where men dress like women and women dress like men. Completely and utterly flamboyant!" I remember Tana saying to me when I first came across this bar; it was a Saturday morning and she was getting ready for a party. I was here because I was trying to find the record shop since they sell limited editions for half off.

"We just need someone to spread Glam Rock to every corner of the world."

"HELLO EARTH TO MARGARET!" She shouted snapping her fingers in front of me.

"Huh?" I said snapping back to reality.

"I said were you writing something?" She said pointing to my notebook, I didn't answer yet again because I was too busy admiring what she was wearing.

"For fuck sake! Have you took something?" She laughed trying to get my attention again.

"Sorry, sorry just had a long day. Thinking about what kind of punishment I'll get this time once I make my way home." I chuckled

"Anyways what did you say again?"

"Writing songs... oh and you've also got your camera."

"When am I not writing songs or taking photos Tana?" I said sitting up to grab my vodka and lemonade and down it.

"That's very true. So, let's see what photos you took." She said as she pulled off her slip on heels so she could fold them in a basket.

I put down the two photos I took on the table.

"Have you got a pen." I asked her as she admired the photos.

"Umm.. yeah I think somewhere in they drawers." She said turning her head to the left to show me where it was.

"This bar does look fucking amazing, you have to admit it."

"It's because I decorated it Tana. I hate to toot my own horn here but I'm fucking brilliant at decorating." I laughed as I took one of the photos and wrote the location and date behind it; then done the same with the other.

"You're good at everything you do it does my head in." Tana complained with a groan as she ran her fingers through her black long curly hair.

"I'm not."

"You are. You can paint, you create these amazing clothes, you can play the piano like no one else. You're an amazing singer..." my smile dropped as I grabbed both the photos from Tana's grip and stuck them in my bra for safekeeping before sticking the the pen back in the drawer; the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop, or more like you could here me slamming the drawer shut.

"Maggie-"

"I'm not a singer." I said interrupting her.

"Correction, your mum says your not a singer. But frankly love, you're the best singer I've ever heard. You should join a band."

"That'll never happen."

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Sunday // May 1970

Walking up the driveway of my massive house barefoot with my heels in my hand, my make up and hair a mess I knew I was in for it.

I accidentally fell asleep at Tana's last night and now it's 8am in the morning.

I walked in the house and shut the door behind me.

"MARGARET BEATRIX MCCULLUGH!" I heard my mum screech as the sound of her heels became louder and louder.

"God don't say my middle name." I cringed with my face scrunched up; a massive migraine was starting to take its toll on me.

"Where were you?" She shrieked once again; I'm starting to see stars with how bad my freaking headache is. It's way to bright in this house.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep at Tana's I should've called you it's my mistake I won't let it happen again."

One thing to know about me; when I'm in the wrong I apologise.

One thing to know about my mum; she throws my apology right back in my face and calls me immature.

"TANAS!" She started to trail behind me as I clumsily made my way up the stairs to my bedroom door. Once I reached the door I got an overwhelming feeling that I was about to vomit so I stopped for a moment to calm myself down.

I leaned my forehead against the cool marble that the whole house was made from to cool myself down.

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU! NO GOING TO ROCK GLAM, NO DRINKING, NO KISSING RANDOM GIRLS OR BOYS."

She caught a glimpse at my notebook; purple velvet and green floral exterior. She knew exactly what it was and snatched it from my hand.

"Hey!-"

"AND NO MAKING SONGS. NO SINGING SONGS I TOLD YOU NOT TO SING OR WRITE THEY DIRTY LYRICS."

I snatched the book from her and held it right to my chest. This book was my lyrics, my ideas, my thoughts, feeling. My whole life.

"ITS CALLED ROCK MUM! Get with the times, it's the Beatles that are popular now, not fucking hymns." I snapped as I walked into my room. Before I got the chance to shut the door over she was already invading my space.

"I don't give a shit what it's called. Stop it okay! That part of your life is over. It's time to grow up and face reality. You are engaged-"

"I'm not marrying him you can fuck right off." I looked at her through my full length mirror as she walked up to me. Her expensive heels clicking against my flooring as she walked closer to me.

"You're an ungrateful human being you know that. I found you a man; a millionaire who can take care of you for life you won't have to work a day in your life-"

"Yeah that's what I'll do, I'll go right ahead and marry a man I don't marry so that I'll birth all his kids and be his perfect dumb trophy wife for life. You worked hard to get where you are, why can't I work hard in something I wane you do. I don't need a man to do that." I said smothered in sarcasm making my mother roll her eyes.

"You and your bloody pride. Here's the real world Margaret; a woman's purpose main purpose in life is to get married and as the bible preached, have children. You'll never be anything different." She spat.

"You're going to the Russel's household on Thursday morning for you to plan the wedding with your fiancé with a big bloody smile on your face you hear me?"

I chuckled softly as I walked up so our faces our almost touching; her Chanel No.5 tickling my nose.

"I'd love to see you try." I spat in her face. I suddenly gasped as her hand connected with my cheek forcing my face to the side as my cheek started to warm up almost instantly.

"I hate you, you're not my daughter you know! I should've aborted you when I had the chance you know that! If it killed me oh well, as long AS YOU WHERE NEVER BORN." She screamed in my face, she turned to leave my room to meet Greg leaning against the door frame.

"Are you okay Darling?" Greg asked my mum; his voice all sweet and soft making my scoff and roll my eyes.

She ignored him and left in anger.

"Would you get the fuck out of my room?!" I asked, his head snapped from watching my mum as she made her way down the landing and down the stairs to me.

"Seems you need to be put in your place a bit huh?" He asked as he walked up to me, so close to my face I could feel his breath hit my skin.

"I don't see the bad thing about being a trophy wife Sweets? You'd be a damn good one anyway."He chuckled as he looked at me up and down licking his lips. His hands were resting on my arse ready to give it a spank. A sudden spur of anger and confidence caused me to push him back.

"Touch me again and I swear I'll rip your tongue out."

"You don't have the guts." He simply said before leaving the room.

He's right I didn't have the guts, I didn't have the guts to go to the police and ruins my mother's career that she worked so hard for when it got out to the media that her husband is a child molester.

So Ive kept my mouth shut for years.

I feel hot years fill my eyes, I take a long deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down while looking up at the ceiling to try and stop the crying; I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

That's when I found myself packing a suitcase, grabbing my passport, some money I had. A couple of outfits to keep me going two or three weeks.

I grabbed my notebook, my Polaroid camera and my box full of Polaroid's and squashed it all into one massive suitcase.

I had to leave the rest so I could move quickly.

___

An hour later my family left to go out for lunch without me. I sat at the window and watched them leave.

I watched them get smaller smaller until eventually I couldn't seem them at all.

I would never see them again.

I grabbed my suitcase, grabbed the keys to my mums car and fucked off out of there with the intention of never returning again.

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I just had to put Harry Styles in there somewhere.

Sorry not sorry 🤪😩

#ben hardy #joe mazzello imagine #queen blurb #queen headcannon #queen imagines #queen fanfiction #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #bohemian rhapsody #borhap fanfic

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seven minutes in heaven

draco was back in england, but not at all for the foreseeable future. no, he wasn’t here for his betrothal and to take over the malfoy family company. and no, he hadn’t met his soulmate and was here to plan a wedding. he was just back. after years of fighting crime by pretending to be a criminal the entire gang had been rolled up down to the muggles that didn’t know what they were involved in and draco’s job was done. he was paid richly and told that if he ever needed a job they would create one for him, but draco’s days fighting crime were done. he did his time. he caught his bad guys. and now, he got to go back to the country he grew up in and loved, rejoin the people he had grown fond of and with a job that he felt could not be more of an opposite to what he had been doing the past five years. it was august, and it was the last weekend before draco was expected at hogwarts primary academy. the teachers started their jobs a week early to be able to prepare their classrooms, work through the files of the children and attend a few meetings with the other teachers. apparently there was lots to be planned. in the few days he had been back in england, he settled into his penthouse, went to visit his parents and came across pansy, who promptly invited him to the party that tracey and gregory ( tracey and gregory, soulmates apparently ) were throwing. it was a throwback party, pansy said, and that proved to be true when pansy and tracey had them all sit down in a circle with a bottle between them less than an hour in. some kissing and some necessary drinking due to the kissing occurred, with lots of giggles and exchanged glances between those that were soulmates. with that in mind, draco was almost happy to get paired off with daphne for a second round of seven minutes in heaven after pansy somehow managed to spin her bottle directly at luna. draco followed tracey to the spare bedroom and let daphne walk in first before closing the door with a sarcastic face expression. they hadn’t even had a chance to catch up yet. they hadn’t seen each other in years. but they would also get a good amount of criticism if they didn’t at least look like they had kissed. peer pressure, and draco felt fifteen all over again. alas. he didn’t exactly mind kissing the pretty woman he was sharing this spare room with currently either. “so i’m back,” he said dryly. “and i was intending to talk to you, because i’ve missed you and wanted to know how you had been.” he hadn’t really kept in touch much with his friends. he couldn’t because of his job, and it was also a part of atoning, making himself feel like he couldn’t have good things for a while and having to rebuild that now. it was very complicated. “but apparently we should be making out, or something,” he added, voice dry still. “do you have a boyfriend that’ll punch me if he hears about this situation even if nothing happens, or is that not a thing? just sticking to the theme.”

#( daphne & draco ).#( kindergarten teachers | au ).#( seven minutes in heaven ).

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hollyoaksloversx · 5 years

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Snooping, Bad News and a ‘Taser’...

Rounding up a week in Hollyoaks (3rd-7th December 2018)

Poor Cindy got a right shock when she returned from Jude’s this week to find she now had 3 new houseguests in the shape of Donna-Marie, Romeo and Juliet. Of course, Cindy was none too pleased and insisted they had to go, leaving Donna-Marie worried that she would end up back on the streets. Mac was quick to reassure her that that wouldn’t happen as he revealed that he had swapped Cindy’s bipolar meds for vitamin tablets, and that it would only be a matter of time before she had another episode and was admitted to hospital. In the meantime, Alfie returned from visiting Ellie and was delighted to meet his ‘new family’. This left Cindy torn. Whilst she wanted Donna-Marie and her children out, she couldn’t bear the thought of upsetting Alfie and so she and Marnie teamed up to help prove to him that Donna-Marie was trouble. After a snooping attempt in Donna-Marie’s bedroom resulted in her and Marnie having to hide under the bed listening to her getting down and dirty with Mac, Cindy realised she’d have to let Alfie see the true Donna-Marie for himself. Stealing Donna-Marie’s purse, Cindy headed along to the Emporium, trashed the place, and planted the purse in amongst the chaos...

The following day, Liberty was devastated to discover that the Emporium had been trashed and it didn’t take long for Cindy to ‘find’ Donna-Marie’s purse. However, any hopes she’d had of pinning the crime on Donna-Marie were dashed when Alfie walked in on Cindy and Marnie arguing over what to do with the £40 they’d stolen from the Emporium. Whilst all this was going on, Mac was enjoying playing mind games with Cindy by hiding photos of Dirk around the house, leading her to believe that Dirk was haunting her. By the end of the week, Cindy’s mental state had deteriorated rapidly and she ended up punching Donna-Marie. Mac’s plan looked to have worked, and Cindy was admitted to the psychiatric ward. However, back at the house, Romeo spotted Donna-Marie with Cindy’s ‘medication’ and assumed she was using again. Donna-Marie was quick to defend herself but ended up dropping her and Mac right in it when she told her son that they weren’t actually Cindy’s meds...

Meanwhile, Darren and Nancy’s custody battle continued as the pair prepared for their first mediation session. With Nancy having hired James to represent her, Darren decided he needed a lawyer too, despite Mandy insisting that they couldn’t afford one. Later that day, Darren thought that Christmas had come early when Nancy allowed him to spend some time with the boys and Mandy won £200 on a scratch card. However, Darren’s good fortune didn’t last long when Kyle spotted him talking to Sami and assumed he was looking for legal advice regarding Charlie and Oscar. Kyle took this information straight to Nancy, who was left furious that Darren had supposedly lied to her about not getting a lawyer. With Darren’s time with Charlie and Oscar cut short, he took the £200 Mandy had won to a casino night at The Loft. With Kyle and his camera also enjoying a night out, it didn’t take long for this information to make its way to Nancy...

The following day, Darren and Nancy attended their first mediation session but things didn’t go well when Nancy brought up Darren’s recent return to gambling, causing Mandy to storm out. As Darren and Nancy continued to argue, they were told that, if they couldn’t reach a compromise, a judge would decide where the boys should live. Once the session was over, Nancy headed to the toilets, where she was shocked to find Mandy doubled over in pain, fearing that she was losing the baby. Mandy was rushed to hospital, where a scan revealed that the baby was alive but may have Spina Bifida. Nancy, who had remained with Mandy throughout, encouraged her to be honest with Darren when he arrived, but Mandy couldn’t bring herself to do so, and instead, told Darren that everything was fine.

Elsewhere, Sienna was delighted when Sally offered her the chance to sit in on a lesson at Hollyoaks High. However, Sienna found herself thrown in at the deep end when Sally had to momentarily leave the classroom and it didn’t take long for chaos to break out as Juliet initiated a game of catch with a model heart. Brooke clearly felt uncomfortable with what was going on but soon found herself in the firing line when Juliet threw the heart to her, just as Sienna turned round. Assuming that Brooke was the ring-leader, Sienna attempted to tell her off, causing Brooke to have a meltdown in front of the class. Luckily, Laurie, who was in for an interview, was able to comfort Brooke, and Sally was so impressed, she offered him the job.

In other news this week, with no job and no Imran, Misbah was spending her days buying crap from shopping channels, causing Farrah much concern. With Farrah going to help Grace re-decorate her flat, she suggested that Misbah tag along too, pointing out that it would be a good way for Misbah to get to know Grace better. Things seemed to be going well until Misbah found a taser in a drawer! The following day, Misbah relayed her concerns to Farrah and Grace later turned up at the Maalik’s and revealed that the ‘taser’ was actually an epilator, leaving Misbah embarrassed. Keen to prove to Misbah that she’d moved on from the life of crime, Grace invited her to The Loft and Farrah was mortified to later find her Mother and girlfriend tearing up the dance floor! Finally, the Donovan’s prepared for Glenn’s will reading. Believing that a small fortune was coming their way, Jesse planned to invest the money in the salon, and managed to get Liam on board too. However, the Brothers were disappointed to find that Glenn had left them nothing but a mountain of debt.

5 Things We Learned This Week:

1. Marnie and Cindy are the friendship I didn’t know I needed. More please!

2. Price Slice is a very sophisticated shop these days. They sell falafel sandwiches and everything. Must be Simone’s influence.

3. Tasers and epilators are easy to mix up. Let’s just hope that Misbah never takes a trip to Boots. She’ll hyperventilate at all the weaponry on sale.

4. Hollyoaks writers love a little joke with the audience. “I was a different person back then”, Liam told Jesse as the pair reminisced about them opening the salon. Yes you were, Liam. Back then, the thought of killing someone filled you with horror. Now, pulling a trigger is as easy as flushing the toilet. Then there’s the fact you now have a totally different face...

5. Mac needs to get under the wheels of a bus, like, now. I understand that there’s always been unfinished business with Mac and it makes sense to have him around for James finding out about Romeo but his recovery from Locked-in Syndrome and subsequent return was ludicrous and his behaviour towards poor Cindy this week was despicable. Get in the bin, Mac.

Characters Featured:

Alfie, Brooke, Charlie, Cindy, Darren, Diane, Donna-Marie, Farrah, Grace, Jack, James, Jesse, Juliet, Kyle, Laurie, Liam, Liberty, Lily, Lisa, Mac, Mandy, Marnie, Misbah, Nancy, Oliver, Oscar, Prince, Romeo, Sally, Sami, Sienna, Sinead and Tony.

Past Characters Mentioned:

Patrick Blake, Esther Bloom, Holly Cunningham, Jude Cunningham, Becca Dean, Adam Donovan, Glenn Donovan, Tracey Donovan, Milo Entwhistle, Grace Hutchinson, Celine McQueen, Ellie Nightingale, Nathan Nightingale, Katy O’Connor, Francine Osborne, Jack Osborne Jr, Dirk Savage.

#Hollyoaks #Highlight #DonnaMarie Quinn #Mac Nightingale #Cindy Cunningham #Marnie Nightingale #Alfie Nightingale #Darren Osborne #Nancy Osborne #Charlie Dean #Oscar Osborne #Mandy Richardson #James Nightingale #Oliver Morgan #Brooke Hathaway #Laurie Shelby #Farrah Maalik #Grace Black #Misbah Maalik

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thoughts about 1x09

PLEASE LET MAASHOUS BE HAPPY

Simon’s face knowing he’s about to break his family I’m crying

YES ROBBIE U DEFEND UR GIRL

On the fence about whether I want Tracey to knock Lou down or if I want her to save the show bc both sound like good options

You should be doing full run throughs by thursday anyways??? So what’s the big deal

also DON’T U DARE CUT HANSCHEN’S KISSING SCENE

OH MY GOD ROBBIE’S MOM IM SOBBING I CANT TAKE THIS

YES Jeremy u look so good honey

w o w they have a tech team bigger than one person

I’m in love with Simon standing up for this show

Yes Lilette!! u stand up for the show too !!

This fucked up montage got me DEAD

“Just love theater” ok Gordy suuuure

“I’m a big girl” you’re only 15 Lilette my heart is breaking

Also this is the siremy kiss music I’m emotional (remember when we used to get content?? what a wild time)

Omg Emma I’m crying what a sweetheart

Simon is such a good brother I love him so much

Gwen’s mom looks so much like her I’m always so in awe of the family casting on this show (minus the mazzuchellis lmao)

WHAT IS THAT WIG I THOUGHT THEY BLEACHED TED’S HAIR AND THEN I REALIZED IT WASN’T HIM (actually tho hanschen is supposed to be blonde but I’m forever grateful they’re not making Simon go blonde bc that might be a disaster)

Ok but why are they doing this scene on a wagon what if they roll away

You tell him Tracey!!

(Ok we’re halfway through the episode and we’ve yet to get any Siremy content I’m screaming)

We’re back to Maashous sadness and I am back to being sad

“Out of his league?” “No” ...yes

I hate Robert so much

Like,,,so much

They skipped right thru the khakis line AGAIN I am rioting

SIMON OH MY GOD IM FUCKING CRYING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH THIS POOR BABY DOES NOT DESERVE THIS!!! IM SO PROUD OF HIM his character development is stunning

You know what else is stunning? Ted Sutherland’s acting

Jeremy go get ur mans

Or Lilette that works too

I’m literally so done with Lou scenes but I’m here to support Gordy I guess

I’m so sad about Robbie & Maashous why is everything so sad?!??

Lilette deserves so much better ok shame on her mother for putting her through this

And Rilette is so cute I’m upset that they have to go through all this but I’m glad they have each other

(Ok now we’re 3/4 into this episode and we haven’t had the feelings scene yet I am ON EDGE)

Rilette is freakin adorable

The feelings scene is here!!!!

“My family is very...............Catholic” I’m dying at the deadpan

WAIT THATS IT??? am I selfish for wanting more bc we’ve received zero content

God Gordy is such a good wholesome person

“Prettty stalkable” i’m in love w both of them

y e s adopt Maashous

Ok this is literally the third time we’ve heard Mama Who Bore me wtf like I love Auli’i just as much as the next person but this is too much

Wait it’s Thursday already??

These edits I’m dying this is so wrong

I’m proud of Tracey and I still want to punch Lou in the face so nothing is new

JEREMY LOOKING AT SIMON IN THAT PROMO I’M SOBBING

And Simon kisses him finally I’m so happy

In summary:

The only good thing to come out of any of this is 1) Simon is finally learning how to stick up for himself (seriously his outburst on stage had me in tears) and 2) we know that their kiss on stage has to be unscripted (probably??) since they supposedly cut “boys kissing boys”. and even if Lou decides to put everything back in, they still never actually rehearsed the kiss, meaning that when it happens, it’s definitely Simon acting in the moment. and I am so here for that.

I’m still shaking over the fact that my boy Sean Grandillo has talent pouring out of his ears and this is the second week in a row where he just gets one measly scene. I just feel like they’re missing so many opportunities with both Simon and Jeremy like think of all the conversations they should be having!! We went from “don’t touch me” to Jeremy suddenly comforting him backstage with literally no explanation whatsoever. BUT I am glad that Jeremy finally gets to understand why Simon acts the way he does. It was a good moment for both of them.

I have high hopes for the finale and I hope we get enough Siremy content to make up for what we’ve been missing out on because I’m aching for something. A n y t h i n g. This episode ended so abruptly and there’s still so much I want to see and the thought that we’ll probably never get to see all of it breaks my heart.

Also. a bonus comment: the true highlight of this episode was when they were trying to find words to replace ‘fucked’. That was the true comedy that I needed let me tell you I was dYING at “totallymessedup”

#in summary can we please find a way to renew this stupid show #i cant live without it continuing #jeremy travers #simon saunders #rise nbc #rise #siremy #rise spoilers #spoilers #these were my live reactions that i dont usually get to do #it was really fun #my stuff

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Hello folks and welcome to another blog post by A Healthy Dose of Fran, today I post my Top 10 Movie Musicals (Disney excluded as that’ll have its own segment). Now you may not agree with my list, and that’s OK, we can debate in the comments later. So, let’s get down to business then, shall we?

10. Girl Trash: All Night Long

If you haven’t heard of this, then you probably aren’t a lesbian or bisexual woman. And if you are a lesbian or bisexual woman who hasn’t, you are missing out! The first outright lesbian musical, with lesbians as the focus, the songs about lesbianism, and, even better, starring the queens of South of Nowhere, Mandy Musgrave (Ashley) and Gabrielle Christian (Spencer), and a few other notable lesbian character stars. This movie is kick ass and the music is hilarious, if a little cringy, but you can’t help but sing along as they say, “don’t shit on my dreams it’s just my fantasy, of what could possibly be”. This is a movie that should be seen.

After finishing this post of course.

9. Chicago

Have you committed a crime? Well you should have this performance tucked up your sleeve to get away with it, because surely, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME. Now If that doesn’t give you confidence, then any number of the tunes in this hit will, want some Jazz, well how about All That Jazz? Following the murderess tales of multiple women, but focusing on the dastardliness two, this film takes many twists and turns that ends with murderers on- ah, spoilers.

8. All Dogs Go to Heaven

Charlie B. Barkin – that name alone deserves a place on this list. Add in a surprisingly dark family film musical with gang war, murder plots, and the ideas of heaven and hell, a heart-warming tale about a young girl who wants a family and a dog who wants revenge but ends up changing for her – this film never fails to make me cry. With some awesome bops like ‘You Can’t Keep a Good Dog Down’ this is definitely a musical to see.

7. Bride and Prejudice

No life without wife? Damn woman you know how to break my heart. Well, this may be a surprising edition to this list as, more often or not, this film is forgotten, even though it is, in my opinion, the best Jane Austen adaption ever. And the tunes? Incredible. My first experience of a Bollywood film (which, considering it was made in conjunction with a UK studio, probably doesn’t count), and it was the first of many (thanks also to discussions about it with my best friend). Check out the soundtrack first if the film doesn’t sound interesting, but trust me, unlike most period-adaptions, this one is one to remember!

6. Hairspray

60s beats, 60s attitude, 60s hair and look, but a modern opinion. That’s Hairspray in a nutshell. A film (that was originally a stage production) that tells the tale of Tracey, a slightly hefty girl who loves to dance and tries out for the happening TV show for kids and gets on! But hey modernist views of happily conversing and dancing with blacks (shock horror!) and her non-conventional body shape, get her in trouble, not that she gives a damn, she’s proud and damn right she should be! Not to mention she can belt a bloody tune too, and this film is full of them! Cause WITHOUT LOVE, this movie wouldn’t have caught my attention – (but that may also be due to Zac Efron).

5. Burlesque

Christina Aguilera? Cher? STANLEY TUCCI! Sign me the F up! Oh God and Kristen Bell? Burlesquing? And Singing? Y’all trying to kill me??!!! Well you succeeded! I’m dead. This fantastic story not only grasped my attention, but the music added to the drama and was threaded in so nicely that I couldn’t not watch again and again. Downloading the soundtrack after the first watch, I go back to this musical at least once a year. With one song in at least every one of my playlists, it’s going to show me how to Burlesque.

4. Dreamgirls

If I thought Burlesque was star studded and a gem of a film that was nothing until I saw Dreamgirls starring Beyoncé, Jennifer Hudson, Jamie Foxx, Eddie Murphey and so many more. Set in the 60s and the eras to follow, we follow the lives of black musicians and their dreams, particularly the Dreamettes who take the music world by storm. Dark tales are alongside this tale including blackmail, drug abuse, and so forth. But not only that, we received the most beautiful tunes known including Listen sung by Queen B and I Am Telling You sung by Jennifer Hudson. This musical is a gem to be remembered, with the mesmerising story to go alongside it.

3. Anastasia

Yooo, surprised to see this? Well it’s not a Disney film if that helps the confusion, but with its Princess Anastasia, its animation style, and plot line of lost princess finding her family, you can see where people get confused. But this tale is one of my ultimate favourites – with the original badass Princess who doesn’t take nothing from know one and will happily punch you in the face, you know the story is going to be interesting. Add is some brilliant tunes like ‘Journey to the Past’ and ‘Learn to Do It’ and you have a hit, and now a Broadway musical – that’s why this is on my list.

2. Quest for Camelot

Anything with Celine Dion is recipe for success. But add in King Arthur, bad ass female characters, and a twist on the English Legend. Add in beautiful music and probably the best love story ever written, oh and a two headed dragon with conflicting personalities, and you have a recipe for AWESOMENESS. This musical was my childhood and continues to fill my days with joy as I watch the film on a regular basis (and yes Sister, I only bought it for you for Christmas for me, you have been duped). Adventure, love, mystery, and music – what’s not to love?

1. Prince of Egypt

Now, are y’all surprised? If you are, YOU ARE AN UNCULTURED SWINE (I say with love)! This is, the best musical of all time. Compelling story, the greatest soundtrack ever created, with breathtaking animation to boot – oh, and a brilliant meme maker too. Telling the story of Moses from the bible, we start with the most emotive opening song ‘Deliver Us’ and, you know things are going to be great when a movie goes as far as to use the original Hebrew language within a song as they tell the story of persecution with the visuals of it alongside. The story is dramatic, emotional, and a true learning experience – if you haven’t seen this film before, you need to.

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Top 10 Movie Musicals Hello folks and welcome to another blog post by A Healthy Dose of Fran, today I post my Top 10 Movie Musicals (Disney excluded as that'll have its own segment).

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y/n Gets Jealous

Peter hale Jealous of Lydia

You wasn't a jealous person, but lately you the amount of time Peter and Lydia was spending together was starting to get a little annoying. "you sound jealous" Allison said copying notes for her homework.

"I'm not jealous, I'm.. I'm.."you say trying to think of a different word" okay maybe I am but I have good reason" you defend.

"really what reason because I can't see Lydia and Peter having a secret thing" Allison said back. You roll your eyes a habit you'd picked you from Peter. "first they have a connection, the whole Lydia brought Peter back to life" you say "oh you after he made her and the while town think she was crazy" Allison argued back making your point invalid.

"okay then Lydia was the one to tell him he was a father that would have had an impact don't you think" you say next again Allison had an answer "the daughter who wants nothing to do with him" you groaned clearly not getting your point across.

Allison finally looked up from her work "y/n I really don't think you have to worry also where has this all come from, those things happened ages ago now" she asked. You could feel your eyes swelling knowing what you was about to say, "for the past 2 weeks Peter has been meeting up with Lydia, they said he was teaching her to control her banshee powers" you stopped to take a breath and swallow feeling your voice get shaky. "and that's probably what they have been doing" Allison frowned seeing you get upset.

"when I suggested I would go and help Peter told me no, he said I could get hurt. If anything went wrong at least he'd heal." you say. Allison frowned more "but you don't believe that" she questioned. "no especially when he's been there every night this week" you say "so two days ago I followed him up to Lydia's lake house and they wasn't training" you told the huntress as her mouth fell open. "when I looked through the window Peter was hugging her, I ran before I could see anymore" you say crying at the thought of Peter cheating on you.

Allison was now doubtful to, but tried to reassure you it wasn't what you'd seen. You said thank you to her for cheering you up and putting up with your crying. Saying bye you heading up a floor to Peter's apartment. You got no answer when you knocked frowning thinking where is he.

On you way home you see Lydia's car parked outside the school, thinking it was late and dark you slowed down as you pasted. Something else caught your eye Peter's car. Pulling into the car park you walk the window to look in. Peter and Lydia was talking and smiling, you got closer to hear. "Tomorrow at boat house I have to go know before someone notices I'm gone" Lydia said "I'll be there, I can't wait it'll be... " Peter started but stopped. "someone else is here" he said. You ran back to your car driving off. The rest of the way home you tried to tell yourself Allison was right it's probably something Innocent but you couldn't help think they was having an affair.

The next morning you was determined to find out the truth. You was going to go to the boat house and find once and for all if they was just training or something else. Calling Allison to help you.

Peter had blanked your calls all day it was all part of his plan he knew it was sly but he needed to let keep being jealous. After seeing y/n leave the school he knew she'd heard him and Lydia, he was thankful that nothing they said was too bad. He more thankful that Allison would have her phone on load speaker when you called with your now not so secret plan. Peter called Lydia more excited then before he had tweaked their plans ready for tonight.

You and Allison got to the boat house all the lights was on. You got closer to the door when Allison got a call. "y/n I have to go my dad thinks I'm with Scott I need to go" you nodded knowing how Mr argent can get.

You was about to come out the bushes when Peter pulled up, he was dressed in a smart jeans and nice shirt he looked almost ready for a date and carried a small gift wrapped jewellery box. You watched Lydia greet him at the door and he gave her the box.

This was the last straw you ran over screaming their names. "finally sweetheart I thought you was going to be the bushes all night" Peter said. Lydia handed you the box "I was going to leave it on the bed with your clothes, I've laid you something out upstairs" she said giddy walking to her car. You was angry and confused and wanted to know what was going on. Peter told you do listen to Lydia and go up and get changed. Lydia had set out a gorgeous black dress and matching shoes, putting them on you fixed your hair. Finally opened the small long box, inside was a diamond necklace you knew cost more then you made in a year.

You went out the room calling Peter's name down the stairs. When you hear him say in here you walked into a room covered in fairy lights and candles. The table was set for two with something that smelt amazing coming from under the lids over the plates. Peter held your chair out as you looked in shock, "you did all this for me" you ask Peter sat facing you "yes Lydia has been helping me plan all this, it's why we've been meeting but I wanted to surprise you" he said.

You started giggling as he frowned "why are you laughing it's took ages to plan this" he said sounding a little disappointed. "I'm laughing because I've been jealous of Lydia for no reason and to think I thought you was having an affair with her" now Peter laughed too lifting off the lids to your meal. "I love you y/n, even if you get a bit crazy and jealous your still my girl" he smirked sitting back to eat.

Derek hale Jealous of Erica

Erica was always at the hale loft lately, every time you went she was there trying to flirt with Derek and you hated it.

It was all a game to her and Derek was to naive to see it no matter what you told him he said it's her trying to be the best beta nothing to worry or get jealous about. For a while you tried to not let Erica bother you that was until you overheard a conversation between Erica and Isaac.

"I really don't know what Derek see's in that human girl but be sure he'll be mine soon" you heard Erica say. "good luck with that" Issac said rolling his eyes at her. They both left with her still talking about ways to get Derek pissing you off as you finally entered the loft living room. You could hear them fighting and training down stairs, getting bored waiting you went to find Derek.

Erica heard you coming, just like she'd heard you listening in to her conversation with Isaac. She jumped on Derek like she was fighting with him then kissed him biting his lip in a heated kiss. Derek pushed her off him but it was too late you had already seen it. Tears running down your face to ran out of the loft. "you do that again" Derek roared at Erica before running after you.

Derek found you in the wood sat on the floor crying your eyes out. "y/n" he said low, making you lift your head "go away Derek" you snap trying to wipe your face. "not until you talk to me" he said holding out his hand to help you up. "why did you run off?" he asked. You raise your eyes "really Derek another girl has her legs you snogging the face off you and you expect me to stay" you argue back.

"I don't like her and don't know why she did it but it's not going to happen again I promise you y/n" he says looking in your eyes. "she did because she wants to be with you" you tell him thinking about what she'd said earlier "and she's right I'm just a weak human you should be with someone like you, like her" you say sad nit really sure what you meant if it was a break up statement or a wish to become a wolf. As you go to walk away Derek spins you his eyes glowing red fangs showing "do you want me to turn you! Make you my mate and my top beta! Make Erica an omega! Say it y/n and I'll do it anything to prove to you I'm in love with you and only you" his voice deeper then normal but his red eyes pleading with yours.

Nodding you hold your arm up agreeing to his offer. Derek bites your wrist hard making you scream in pain. When he pulls away his face is back to normal your blood dripping from his lips. Derek hugs you tight waiting for the wound to start healing. After a an hour the bite mark is gone you smile at Derek. "now that's done time for your next one" he said making you look confused as he shifted again. This time Derek bit your neck only this didn't hurt like the first one but it made you shift too, when he stopped you looked at him "what did you do that for" you ask nervous. "That was a mate mark. I want us to go back and show everyone your my mate, girlfriend, soul mate what ever you want to call it I want them to know" he said putting his arm around you taking you back the loft ready to make sure you will never be jealous of anyone again.

Theo Raeken Jealous of Tracy

You had always hated kanimas so it was no surprise Tracy was one well half one, or Theo was her alpha. Theo tried to keep you out of as much dread doctor business as possible and you respected that, but lately every time you saw Tracy in school you wanted to punch her.

It didn't help a lot of school kids was confused over who out you both Theo was actually dating. "Tracy's changed a lot" one girl behind you in the lirbery said as Tracy walked past. "I think it's because she's dating Theo now their always with each other lately" another said. Your blood boiled any chance of studying had gone as you picked up your bags leaving.

By the lockers you saw Theo and of course his new Tracey shaped shadow. You went over to him, Theo's wolf senses already telling him you was pissed off "hey baby girl" he greeted you with a smile to which you didn't return. "get the hell away from my boyfriend!" you demand looking her in the eyes. Tracy however just laughed "I mean it Tracy stay the fuck back I know he's your alpha but he's my man so go now" you snarl

"aw is the little human jealous, can't handle a little competition" Tracy coo'd mocking you. You punched her as hard as you could almost breaking your knuckles. Tracy flicked out her claws as a threat "go on I dare you" you say looking at her hand. "your not the first kanima I've faced, and Jackson was the real deal not a crippled attempt like you" you say back bit showing any fear.

At this point Theo stepped in as Tracy went for you. He grabbed her wrist telling her to go, she gave you a snotty dirty look before following orders. Theo took your hand in his looking at the swelling and bruising already starting. Without works and a blank look on his face Theo lead you away from the lockers.

At the nurses office the was no one there, Theo told you to sit while he looked in a few cupboards, coming back with an ice pack putting it on your hand. "are you going to tell me what that was all about princess?" Theo asked pressings the ice down. You rolled your eyes not really wanting to answer him. "I'm waiting y/n" he said after a few minutes of silence. "I hate Tracy! I hate how much time your spending with her!" you say looking at the wall avoiding his eyes.

Theo smirked it was the first time the blank poker face faded since your argument with Tracy. "princess you really don't have to be jealous of Tracy" he said. You went to speak but Theo cut you off leaning in to speak "and before you try to deny it, I've smelt it on you for days now" he said in your ear. "okay maybe I am but I have reason when half of beacon hills thinks you are with her" you say. To your surprise Theo hummed and began kissing your neck as you spoke, "you spend more time with her and the rest of that pack then you with me lately!" you tell him.

Theo didn't answer at first instead continued kissing and nipping at your neck. Annoyed he wasn't listening "Theo I mean it listen to me" you say not making much of effort to move him, enjoying the feeling too much. "I was listening to you princess" he mumbles between kisses "and you should know I don't like her ether she's just a good soldier, nothing like my sweet, smart, unpredictable y/n" he says looking in your eyes "she's not your, and I'm only spending time with her to make sure she doesn't screw up all my plans" you couldn't help smile at his words.

"well I wish you wouldn't especially round school" you say with a pout. Theo just laughed looking at the spot on your neck he'd been kissing. "what?" you ask looking at his adorable grin.

"nothing princess, just admiring my handy work" he said making you jump to your feet. In the mirror you see on large purple bruise and two smaller ones close to it. "Theo" you scream at the sight of the marks. Theo laughs putting his arms around you, "well this one way to shut the Students of beacon hills up" he says talking off his jacket, sliding it onto you "now they'll know who my girl really is"

Chris Argant Jealous of Melissa

Chris had been out with the pack getting hurt, something clawed his back or at least that's what stiles told you on the phone. You rushed home to see what has happened almost skipping a few red lights. All apparently not needed, as he was sat with Melissa McCall. Neither of them heard you enter, as they giggle together.

"look if you want this done before she's back, keep still" Melissa giggled. You stopped in the hallway listening in. "thanks for keeping all this a secret" you hear Chris say. "well I think both of us wanna keep this and the other times a secret" she said back.

What was a secret, what other times. Your mind raced as you started thinking the worst. The was a few minutes of silence part of you wanted to look round the corner to see what they was doing. You stopped when Chris spoke "nice won't even scar" he said "well I am a professional and it's rear you let me get my hands on you" she sounded flirty and seductive. "maybe I'm afraid of what will happen if I do" he answers back. You couldn't listen anymore their words you need to see what was happening.

Melissa kissed Chris's cheek close to his lips. "what was that for" Chris asked shocked. You froze you couldn't speak or think "for Scott and" Melissa started but didn't get to finish as you hand smacked her hard across the face. The next minute or two was a mix of screaming and shouting, Melissa saying it's not what it looked like and you shouting a number of swear words like slut and whore trying to hit her again. Chris grabbed you dragging you away as you scream trying to hit him.

Melissa left as Chris held you against the wall till you calmed down. "the kiss was her thanking me for saving Scott, I don't know what you think you saw but it was innocent you didn't have to hit her" he said trying to explain. "really so what was the talk of secret meeting about then" you say punching him in the chest not moving much.

Chris's face dropped knowing your heard them. He knew you'd find out eventually but he didn't want it to be like this. "y/n look, the is nothing going on with me and Melissa, she's been patching me up when I go out with Derek. I didn't want you finding out how hurt I was so I'd ask Melissa to stitch me up so you didn't worried and stop me going out" he explained.

You had calmed down but still didn't truly believe him. When Chris let you go and turned around you saw he'd popped his stitches. Walking to the first aid box still open on the table "sit down your still bleeding" you order him coldly. You start cleaning his cut pushing harder then you normally would still angry. Chris hissed in pain "ouch y/n" he snapped at you "oh sorry I'm not as professional as Melissa" you say innocently but her name had a lot of venom to it.

Chris turned in his chair cupping your cheeks in his hands "y/n, you don't have to be jealous of Melissa I don't like her, her son is dating my daughter it just weird. And I love you y/n only you" he suddenly kissed you hard and rough trying to show you how he felt in that one kiss. When you pulled back you finally believed him now feeling guilty. "I'm sorry for being jealous" you start but Chris hugs you close to his chest "I know and you don't have to I'm sorry you felt like that" he told you. "I guess I own Melissa an apology" you say embarrassed "yes but first let go to bed we can apologise to each first" he said with a smile.

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Student Awareness of Nonstandard Danger Society

From the Vice-Principal for Student Affairs, greetings, the e-mail had begun. You have been selected by your friends and colleagues…

Niewitzski didn’t think the joke was in particularly good taste, but then he considered the source. It was entirely possible that it wasn’t a joke at all. He flicked dirt from under his fingernails with a pocket knife, and kept leaning against the wall of the school cafeteria, one ear on a police scanner and the other on the proceedings.

Hard-working student council members and people suckered into volunteering by student council members pushed tables around and hung streamers up on the ceiling. “Fall Ball”, the notice had said. “Ball” seemed a bit ambitious, judging by the decoration quality - but he was just here to chaperone, and he would give that all the attention it deserved.

“Am I going to be paid?” he had asked Jibrail in the hallway.

That had gotten a laugh from the vice-principal. On the one hand, Niewitzski was proud to have finally cracked the code on even his funny bone. On the other...it hadn’t been that funny, had it?

His phone buzzed, letting him know he had a text. The outgoing message had been to Miss Early. The reply had arrived: “HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAA” followed a moment later by “No.” Perhaps, he thought, he should abandon his dreams of the law and go into stand-up instead. He was apparently displaying a real knack tonight! Perhaps he could test some of his material on the DJ - he looked familiar, possibly even from Niewitzski’s class, although being reduced to DJing a high school dance with a stack of flash drives said that the recent circumstances of his life could not have been too inspiring.

Just as Niewitzski was starting to feel just bored enough to go and try to reconnect with the DJ, he was interrupted by the arrival of a colleague. Unfortunately…

“Doc.” Niewitzski switched his pocket knife from a blade to a file, and gave his fingernails some attention. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Doane sniffed audibly. “Apparently, their wretched lottery makes no provision for whether people with actual ability might have better things to do with their time.”

Niewitzski shrugged; the lack of...whatever had been in that cocktail...left his urge to be argumentative somewhat moderated. “Eh, it’s not that bad. You can hang out with the kids outside of class for once.”

There was a pause, and he could feel himself being stared at. He looked up to Doane’s face, and saw a look that wasn’t easily described, but could, at minimum, be characterized as ‘unpleasant’.

“Grow up.”

“What?”

“Show some...dignity. You are a teacher now, after all. Somehow.”

Niewitzski excused himself to take some pills to find off a migraine. He wasn’t actually feeling it yet, but he could see it coming down the road. Students in charge of collecting money were trickling in, followed shortly by students intending to pay money, followed closely by a cop.

She evaded eye contact with Niewitzski; he decided to try and approach her after all. No sense in being immature about this.

“Hi, Regina.”

“You’re not dying,” she observed flatly, staring through him.

“Would apologizing again help?”

“I’m on duty. Keep it professional, civilian.”

He backed off, retreating from water fountain to his spot against the wall. He glanced over, to see something very disturbing on Doane’s face - a grin. Outside of some French novels, Niewitzski hadn’t realized that someone could somehow be bad at smiling, and his skin crawled as the doctor stepped away from his own spot on the wall, advancing towards Regina.

Niewitzski kept his place. He couldn’t hear what Doane was saying over the blare of the DJ’s sound test, but he made some assumptions to fill in the scene as her eyes narrowed, as she assumed an interview stance, as she consciously put her gun side back and then finally as her right hand rested on the butt of her firearm. He even began to whistle tunelessly yet cheerfully to himself as Doane seemed to fail the notice the effect he was having, even as she said something terse back to him, and then, finally, when she had her left hand in front of her, pushing back, the doctor finally took the hint.

Growling, the retreating Doane returned to the impromptu chaperone station near Niewitzski. “Christ, what a bitch.”

Niewitzski was barely conscious of his response: “Say that again, to my face.”

Doane crossed his arms and sniffed again. “What? She shot you down, too, didn’t she?”

He didn’t feel like there was anything productive to be had in this conversation - nor in ‘defending the honor’ of a lady currently present, far better armed than he, better trained, and still angry with him as well - so he let what little conversation there had been die unmourned. His attention wandered to a few students he found more interesting than the rest filing inside: Stella, towing along Tracey and Craig with much enthusiasm; Joe, walking in afterwards at a pace that said he was probably there of his own volition rather than that of Miss Saint-James’; and then, a little ways after that, Mario, with a girl Niewitzski recognized from the hallways but certainly not from his classes.

Then a few others, familiar to him for other reasons: Buddy, Natalie, Shane, and even Tony himself.

Against his better judgment, Niewitzski elbowed Doane. “Well, look who’s here tonight. Murder suspect and his fan club. Should we be ready for violence?”

He sniffed, again. Apparently whatever his degree was, it wasn’t good for a prescription for allergies. “It’s not as if there would be much worth mourning here.”

Niewitzski considered that response as it hung in the air, like a foul black antisocial cloud. He couldn’t help but verbally poke at it. “You’re not really a ‘people person’, are you, Doc?” The initial reply was only another sniff; Niewitzski fingered the utility knife in his pocket, wondering if one of the attachments could help unblock the poor man’s nasal passages. “I mean, really, Doc, why are you a teacher?”

“To mold young minds.”

The music started, giving Niewitzski an excellent excuse to neither talk nor listen any further. The DJ was embarking on some kind of grand adventure to explore the boundaries between techno-rave and a genre he could not name but was forced to describe as “TV show themes, but faster and higher pitched”. He found more melody in the gentle drone of the police scanner, and turned up the volume on his earpiece while he quietly observed the group dynamics in play and, at least in theory, watched for trouble.

Stella, for one, had decided she was going to teach her freshmen how to dance. She scurried around Craig and Tracey, positioning them relative to each other, adjusting their bodies and limbs to some kind of step for a beat, clapping her hands, re-adjusting, clapping again - setting up some kind of rhythm heedless of what was actually coming out of the speakers, apparently. Niewitzski wondered if he should have a word with her about her hand placement, as both freshmen looked beet-red under her attentive approach. Putting himself in Craig’s shoes, he supposed that an intervention would probably not be welcomed, but in Tracey’s, well...but before he could push off from the wall, Joe cut in, said something to Stella, and then pulled Tracey off to go dance with him. Tracey’s face got even redder, but also had an expression that suggested she didn’t mind so much.

Stella, for her part, seemed to gripe for a few seconds about the interruption before filling in as her abducted freshman to teach the remaining one how to dance. A conversation about boundary issues might still be appropriate, Niewitzski thought, but he also doubted Craig would appreciate him showing up to give that public service announcement at this precise moment. Niewitzski’s gaze wandered onwards.

Mario had his own issues on display. Niewitzski hadn’t seen him with that particular girl before, and judging from their behavior around each other, he gathered that they weren’t, strictly speaking, dating - he must have just asked her to this dance. Niewitzski shook his head sadly.

Mario went to get punch and she wandered off; she started to talk to girl friends and he tapped his foot impatiently; she talked animatedly to a guy that wasn’t him - Buddy Brown, Niewitzski noticed with concern - and Mario’s eyes flashed with what Niewitzski would guess was a hormone-driven rage. That, he figured, would be a good idea to keep an eye on: Mario wasn’t stupid, Buddy wasn’t all that stupid, but they both associated with other people who were themselves stupid.

Where were those others, anyway, he wondered? He watched the dancing mob, the whirling dervishes, and the awkward rock-and-huggers; Shane was hanging around by the punch bowl, always a bad sign, wearing a button-up shirt he didn’t look comfortable in with an upturned collar and a nasty look in his eyes; Natalie was sulking to no one in particular by the vending machines; Tony was with a girl Niewitzski didn’t even recognize from school - he supposed it made sense that the boy had to look elsewhere to avoid a tainted dating pool, given the whispers about him here at Xavier.

Niewitzski sighed, closed his eyes in the repeated flash of the stage lights, and listened to the scanner for a few minutes.

Thud.

It was subtle among the pounding beats, but it was there. Niewitzski looked up again. The situation was unfolding: Natalie had just shoved Mario, who had been knocked into a vending machine, which had been knocked into a wall. Mario had been pointing towards his date, who was rapidly slipping away into the crowd, leaving an indignant-looking Buddy in her place. And Shane was making his way from the punch bowl towards the three of them, cracking his knuckles, which inspired Niewitzski with exactly zero confidence that this was going to be defused on its own.

“Nice kids,” Niewitzski muttered. Doane ignored him, deeply engrossed in something on his cell phone. Niewitzski pushed his way towards the incipient crisis, some of the crowd of students yielding hesitantly to his authority as a teacher, as a chaperone, as a tall guy in a suit - where was Regina, anyway, he wondered. A quick glance around the room was unrewarded; he kept the old saw about there never being a cop when you needed one buried, given the episode earlier in the week with the shotgun.

Now a circle was opening up around the crisis. Mario, Natalie, Buddy, Shane - Tony was hanging back; Joe was squeezing through the crowd on the opposite side to join the fun.

Mario grit his teeth, giving ‘don’t do anything stupid’ the old college try. In the face of Buddy and Shane flexing and trash-talking, and Natalie shouting wildly about an inch from his nose, Niewitzski both respected the effort and doubted its long-term success: Mario was clearly unwilling to hit a girl, and it was also pretty clearly not the case vice-versa. He struggled through the crowd, but not quickly enough - Natalie pulled back her fist - Mario glared defiantly - and Joe grabbed the short-haired girl’s arm before it could strike forward.

That ought to have defused the situation.

It did not.

She proceeded to kick Joe in the groin, and cool, calm, steady Joe Fitzgerald rapidly boiled with fury at that. Just as Niewitzski managed to break into the circle, vocalizing not much more than the ‘Bre’ in ‘Break it up’, Natalie suddenly sprawled to the floor; Stella stood behind her, looking smug.

Niewitzski was certain he didn’t see Stella quickly slipping a stun gun back into her purse, because that would have been utterly crazy.

This, too, failed to defuse the situation. Someone punched someone else, and as far as Niewitzski could see neither of those parties had been involved in this, and from that instant a wave of chaos spread through the dance, which in six seconds more became rather properly called a brawl set to a techno beat.

After a moment of shock wore off, he dodged a wild punch and grabbed ahold of the first set of shoulders within reach - they happened to be Shane’s - and decided he would try to restrain the combatants, one at a time if necessary. He was forced to re-evaluate when the boy proved stronger than he’d have guessed but every bit as mean; Niewitzski failed to hit the floor only because there were too many other people in the way of falling all the way down.

“Okay,” he said as he staggered back up, wiping blood off his nose, “now you’re really going to - ”

His earpiece squawked. “Repeat, dangerous animal, westbound on foot, officers available please respond”

The timing was...suboptimal, at best, but he saw something to be gained here, at least. He bellowed: “SANDS! Stand down, and get ready to move out!”

Stella backed off - Joe Backed off - Mario was in a headlock and so had no choice in the matter - so Niewitzski laid hands on Buddy, and forcibly adjusted his face to be staring into Niewitzski’s. “Let. Go.”

Buddy released his grip, and Niewitzski looked around - Craig and Tracey, at the edge of the room, creeping with their backs to the wall towards the door. Niewitzski nodded, and once more searched for Regina. No sign of her. No sign of Doane, either. In fact, the only other adult he could see in the room was the DJ, who was cowering behind his sound system and wincing every time a thrown chair came near, which was not an entirely inappropriate reaction all told. He jerked his head at Mario, Stella, and Joe, and then towards the door, and then began pushing his way through the brawl. With only a few more stray punches hitting his side, he reached the door, and the cool night air.

And if he was being derelict of his duties, well, there was a senior teacher and a sworn peace officer also absent, so at least he figured he wouldn’t be against the wall alone. He let the wind rustle his hair and cool his face as the five SANDS assembled.

“What’s up, Coach?” Joe had not been wearing an earpiece.

“Police report of dangerous animal, just off the highway, heading this way. And this time the thing is between us and the van. We need whatever we have handy.”

The kids looked to each other. Joe shook his head.

“Which is...nothing, I think, Coach. Unless you’re carrying again?”

“I - no. I’ve had enough close calls. I might have something in my car, but I’m not going to run around with it when the police are on their way. So.” Niewitzski rubbed his beard. “Recon first, then. Try and lay eyes on it, let me know what I might need to get out of the back or not.”

Joe smiled and clapped his hands. “Okay, team! Fan out, Delta formation!”

“Delta...formation?” Stella was looking confused, although still a somewhat enthusiastic sort of confused.

“Oh, fine, just follow me!” Joe waved the others onward, and they dashed forward, vanishing into the night.

“Kids.” Niewitzski turned - it hadn’t been he who had said that. It was Doane, somehow now behind him.

“Shouldn’t you be helping inside?” asked Niewitzski, ignoring his hypocrisy.

“Over-excitable kids,” Doane went on, ignoring Niewitzski in turn, “positively crazy. Violent movies, violent video games, too much instant gratification. Twists their brains, makes them irrational.”

Niewitzski shrugged, killing time for a phone call and more curious about where Doane had been than anything. “I don’t know about that, Doc: maybe it makes them more open-minded, ready to accept and adapt to unusual circumstances.”

Doane gave him an odd look. “What...'unusual circumstances’?”

“Zombie uprising, nuclear war, revolution - you know, whatever might happen.”

The doctor sniffed again. The night air was apparently not what his allergies needed. “Of course. Because those are relevant life skills.”

“Hey. When the ‘elite’ young minds you so carefully molded decide to take over the world, someone’s got to stop them. And don’t you have something to do?” Niewitzski heard glass breaking, and to hear it from outside, that meant it had to be a window. “Like finding the cop back so we can stop that riot? Where’d she go, anyway?”

Once again the air rushed into Doane’s nostrils in a way that grated on Niewitzski’s nerves. “I am your senior. You do it.”

Niewitzski rolled his eyes and turned back around, looking for any sign of the SANDS. “What, you plan on trotting that out? Remember, peasant doctor, I am your social superior, being titled nobility.” Niewitzski had given it an over-the-top haughty tone he assumed would signal it as a joke; the altered sound of Doane’s breathing said it hadn’t quite been taken as one. Niewitzski started to turn to see the look on the doctor’s face when -

A momentary spasm throughout his entire body, and after a discontinuity, he pulled his face out of the grass, eyes watering, back of his neck burning. Doane was gone, Stella’s stun gun was lying beside him. As he added up what had just happened in his head, his cell phone rang. He sat up, and answered it.

“Sir! We have visual!”

“Describe it, Stella!”

“Ten legs! Face like a - a - a whole lot of tendrils! A big toothy hole at the center! Of the face, I mean!”

His brow furrowed; would the monsters be unique every time? “Can you engage?”

“Oh hell n - uh, negative, sir! Our combatants have zero confidence given our equipment situation!”

“Right, right. Can you get to the van and at least get the sensors online?”

“Yes, sir!” She huffed, a rare betrayal of the fact that she needed to breathe to speak. She must have been sprinting through the night. “Already on the whole slipping-past-it thing, sir! It’s heading towards the school for sure I think, sir!”

“Right. I’ll keep it busy.”

“Very courageous of you, sir!”

It may have been, but Niewitzski wasn’t sure he was feeling it. He got into his car - wondering about reporting Doane for jabbing him with a stun gun, but given that it had been Stella’s stun gun and, well, the melee engulfing the school, he decided to hold that thought. He started the engine, and wonder if, perhaps, he should have some sort of plan.

Nah.

He drove in the direction the monster had been sighted, switched on his brights, and said: “Nuts.”

Ten legs had been a slight misstatement on Stella’s part; ten pairs of legs would have been more accurate. It was charging down the road at a fast clip, too; it could easily outpace a bicycle. He drove past it - it ignored him. He pulled an illegal U-turn, and it ignored him still as he honked the horn at its backside. He flashed his headlights: still no reaction.

“Never thought the day would come when a monster ignoring me would be a problem.”

He estimated the speed as he approached it; his speedometer read forty-two miles per hour. Less than a cheetah, but a cheetah would have given up and got bored by now. He slammed his accelerator, riding up right alongside it - still no reaction. He accelerated even harder, shooting ahead of the creature down the street and pulling another U-turn, coming to a halt, to get a look at the creature’s front end. Nothing near its face looked much like an eye or ear - could it be entirely sense of smell, and have no interest in car exhaust?

His cell phone rang again.

“Coach, we’re in the van and heading that way! Keep it busy! Don’t kill it until we get there!”

“I can definitely handle the second bit.”

He rolled down his window, leaned out, and hollered: “Hey, big ugly! My grandma - ”

A shifting breeze blew past his hair, and the creature rumbled to a halt, stopping, sniffing the air with tendrils.

Niewitzski’s eyes widened as the creature’s mouth made a brief horking noise - and then a giant glob of something disgusting splattered against his windshield. Along with disgusting, he noted, it apparently also could corrode glass. He gulped.

“Okay! Now that I have your attention!” He steadied his foot on the accelerator, trying to be faster, but not much faster, than it, while he kept his head out the window. Each sound of a hork gave him a second’s warning to pull his head back, although the creature’s aim meant that he was mostly losing windows and paint job rather than skin. He kept one eye on the side view mirror, and noted that one particular object in the mirror was indeed closer than it appeared.

He saw headlights approaching, and eased off the accelerator, trying to see - van or cop? - a flicker of movement in the side view mirror, and he snapped back to the chase as the monster lunged forward into the back of his car - and then his head jerked against the doorframe as the rear of his car spun out.

“Turn into the spin, turn into the - ”

A swarm of tendrils was now sticking into his open car window. He found something very unfair about centipedes twice the size of his car knowing the PIT maneuver, but forgot to complain about it as a foggy stench blasted onto the left side of his face, leaving a burning sensation - he lurched and slammed on the accelerator, and, for a moment, the thing was being dragged along with him still. The hork started again, and he threw himself sideways in his seat to dodge another glob, this one beginning to dissolve the interior of his passenger side door.

“I just bought this,” he whined to whomever was listening.

The gutless motor of his car whined in protest as he nursed the last few RPM out of it, and finally the creature lost its hold on his car, its tendril-covered face yanked out as he proceeded to then make real distance between he and it.

His cell phone rang once more. He answered, voice ragged. “Tell me you’ve got the readings!”

“What readings?! You assholes locked me in a pantry!”

“R-Regina? What?” He heard the beep of call waiting.

“You’d better be coming to - ”

“I will totally come help you, Regina - in a few minutes!” He pressed the button to answer the other call.

“Coach! If you want to kill it, you can! We have the readings! The freshmen who do science say they have what they need!”

Between the damage to his car and the certainty that the police were near, Niewitzski had no plans of involving a gun this time. Fortunately, he had the means for an alternative kinetic energy delivery method. He pulled one more U-turn.

In the space available, even this car could hit seventy miles an hour. He aimed just to the right of the charging creature, and at the last second kicked open the driver door.

With a tremendous thud and a clang-clang-clang as his door rolled off down the road, he confirmed a hypothesis. He rolled the car to a halt and stepped out into the night. Creature, rapidly fading to nothing. Car door, departed. Most of his windows, the passenger side door, and the passenger seat, largely dissolved, with no trace of the putrid-smelling corrosive globs that had been working their destructive craft just seconds before. Niewitzski rubbed his hand against the side of his face that the creature had breathed on - it felt sore and tender, like severe sunburn.

The black van rolled up next to him. Stella lowered a tinted window and poked her head out, looking quizzical.

“We’ll debrief on Monday afternoon, Stella. No need for you to be caught at the riot and I’ll be spending the morning getting fired. Good night.”

#student awareness of nonstandard danger society

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