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What would be the Bendy cast's dream summer holiday?

Dream summer holiday you say? -cracks knuckles- I'll give it my best shot.

Joey Drew - Finally go to the Bahamas. Amazing islands with great beaches and spectacular coral reefs? This man wants to go scuba diving so bad it makes him look stupid... Also no one's going to find him when there's so many places to hide.

Henry Stein - Go camping with his wife and daughters. He knows some good spots up in the Appalachian mountains. Just them and nature... No weird machines that can summon inky devils. What more can you ask for?

Linda Stein - She's not picky when it comes to how she and her family spend their vacations. As long as everyone can unwind she's up for anything. Variety is a must tho, doing the same thing every year gets a little stale.

Sammy Lawrence - He never got to go to Coney Island so he'll likely look into finding the closest thing to it as possible. Maybe goes to Disney World out of pure spite. Overall just wants to have one day where decorum and appearances mean nothing. Deserves a break from being the guy with the stick up his ass.

Jack Fain - Traveling abroad is a big vacation goal for him. Call him cheesy but there's something about going to tourist attractions with the husband that feels really romantic to him. They're making memories together!

Susie Campbell - She's not one for big glamorous vacations. Just wants a couple of days to herself, maybe go to the beach to work on her tan, and overall just has a good couple of "Me" days. Might go to flea markets to get some goodies. She's treating herself!

Norman Polk - Look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn't travel to Paris specifically to sneak into the Parisian catacombs... Sends everyone the ugliest postcards he can find.

Allison Pendle - She'd invest to either go on an amazing tour of the Amazon forest, or a safari trip in Africa. As someone who appreciates the realm of the supernatural, Allison strikes me as someone who'd want to take a break through the natural.

Thomas Connor - Wherever Allison goes, he goes. All of their photos are mostly just Tom grumpily scowling at the camera while holding souvenirs, or laying in the hotel bed looking miserable because of mosquito bites. He's not a big vacation person but he'll endure it since his wife is really enjoying herself. He's honestly just glad to be away from other people.

Wally Franks - Disney World with the family. You can't tell me Wally wouldn't plan a massive trip for his entire family and all his friends. It's always a party with the Franks, and it's also likely someone's going to get arrested.

Shawn Flynn - Goes on a week-long hiking trip. Very big on photographing the journey, but the pictures aren't of the spectacular views or local fauna. Its just weirdly shaped rocks he finds that he thought were pretty neat.

Grant Cohen - Vacations are expensive. He'd rather just stay home and maybe sleep for an entire week or so. Seems like the type to turn on the radio and just get lost in cheesy radio-dramas.

Buddy Lewek - His family has never really had money for big vacations, so he'd do something like camping. Whether or not it's indoors or outdoors depends on how eager he is about the whole thing. Mostly he just wants to spend a bit of time reading and drawing without being disturbed.

Dot - She spends an entire month on a family trip to all the oddball tourist traps they can find. Writes about these family vacations and takes fun photos. Her favourite trip was to a UFO fanatic town. The people were quirky but polite and welcoming.

Abby Lambert - Travels to France to go see the Mona Lisa. Does some sight-seeing and ends up painting the view from her hotel balcony. Sends Henry a little Eiffel Tower statuette and a card with a charcoal illustration. Likely runs into Norman at some point.

Doc Hackenbush - Volunteers to do veterinary work at a zoo for an entire month. Gets up close and personal with some of the most magnificent animals the world has ever seen. It's a humbling experience for a vet like him.

Bertrum Piedmont - Is taken against his will on a fishing trip by Lacie. He's initially grumpy about it, but relaxes once he realizes how calming it is. Eating a big fat meal of fish has never tasted better, especially after catching it himself.

Lacie Benton - Goes on a month-long fishing trip with Bertrum. Inheriting her uncle's boat has it's perks, especially when she feels it's time she and her best friend need some time alone from the idiots at JDS.

Emma LaMonte - A trip back to England every year keeps the homesickness away. Spends that time with family and friends, and is very private about it.

Detective Sinclair - When you're an old detective like him most days are a vacation anyway. Work can be quite scarce. Doesn't really care for long frivolous trips anyway. Hitting the local bar or catching the latest baseball game is good enough for him.

Nathan Arch - Hasn't had a vacation in years and doesn't plan on it anytime soon. His health wouldn't allow him either way...

Nathan Arch Jr - Spends a maximum of two week in a cheap ocean themed motel, just to be alone with his thoughts. It's become a bit of a ritual and the motel owner always saves him the same room. Despite the tacky decoration it's the only time he ever feels relaxed and content in the entirety of the year.

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #out of bounds au #headcanons

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February 5, 2021: The Notebook (2004)(Part 1)

...Do I have to?

...The year was 2004. I was 13, my Mom was still into romance movies, and we had a Hollywood Video nearby. God, I miss Hollywood Video, you have NO idea. Anyway, I obviously didn’t watch this movie (or I wouldn’t be watching it now), but I do remember kissing in the rain...or was that just the DVD cover? Other than that, I got nothin’. Still, I like both Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling in other works, so I guess we’ll see.

I also can’t start this without acknowledging the fact that this is based upon a Nicholas Sparks book, and...I’m not into that. Sparks sucks, man. Sappy, overemotional, and constantly predictable folderol.

OK, Nicholas Sparks, let’s get this over with. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

We start with scenic shots of a boat rowing through a marsh, being visited by a flock of snow geese. As they fly off, an elderly woman (Gena Rowlands) looks out of a window over it. The woman is in an old-folks home, and is visited by Duke (James Garner), another resident. He’s here to read from a book, despite it not being a “good day,” according to the woman’s attendant.

The story in the book begins on June 6, 1940, at a carnival in South Carolina. There, Noah Calhoun (Ryan Gosling) sees Allie Hamilton (Rachel McAdams), and it’s infatuation at first sight. He’s a lumber yard worker, and she’s a rich heiress. He’s also EXTREMELY forward, and she’s EXTREMELY not interested. He approaches her for a dance (at a...carnival), and she says no, having literally never seen this guy before. He responds to this rejection by...butting into her date with another dude of a Ferris Wheel?

And when she once again rejects his offer for a date...he, uh...he threatens to kill himself off of the Ferris Wheel?

Um. Yeah, no. That’s a new level of manipulation. She pants him on the Ferris Wheel and humiliates him, but JESUS CHRIST, this dude is a lot. That’s compounded the next day, when he continues to pursue her, and she continues to be EXTREMELY not interested! DUDE. GET A GODDAMN CLUE HERE, she is NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR SHIT.

Is Noah the first simp? Because he’s really starting to seem like it. Anyway, Noah and his friend Fin (Kevin Connolly) basically set her up to go on a double date with Noah, and he continues to be overly forward. Maybe this is supposed to be romantic, but it definitely doesn’t feel like it to me.

We find out that Allie is a quite well-educated young woman, whose schedule is basically completely controlled by her parents, who want her to go to college as well. Noah questions why her life is so restrictive, nothing that she should be free, which she insists she is. He then lies down in the middle of the road, watching the street...lights…

Holy shit, he’s a manic pixie dream boy. HOLY SHIT HE’S A MANIC PIXIE DREAM SIMP. He does all these quirky things, and breaks the girl in the restrictive lifestyle out of said lifestyle. Even if his dumbass actions nearly get him and Allie killed. See, she lies down in the street with him, and they nearly get run over by a car. And this second near-death experience is apparently SO romantic, that Allie’s won over, and they...just dance in the middle of the street. Because Ryan Gosling has no idea where to dance, apparently.

Billie Holiday sings “I’ll Be Seeing You” in the background (which, yes, I love), and we cut back to Duke reading to the elderly woman, who correctly guesses that they fell in love. And yeah, they go head-over-heels, apparently. Which is symbolized by, just, the most graphic of PDAs over, lord.

Allie meets Noah’s father, Frank (Sam Shepard), a seemingly nice man and poetry fan (he’s a Tennyson man apparently). He asks her if she wants breakfast-for-dinner, and he’s my favorite character so far.

However, as if to set up the conflict to come, we’re reminded that this is a summer romance, and that they come from two different classes and worlds. Because of course they do, but whatever, moving on. That is when the following scene takes place.

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...Look, I’m a bird guy by trade, and even I think that was weird.

We get more glimpses of their romance, including them dancing at a gathering with...a bunch of black peopNOPE. HOLD YOUR TONGUE, 365, WAIT FOR THE REVIEW TO TALK ABOUT THAT SHIT. At the end of this montage, we meet Allie’s father, the uppity and rich John Hamilton (David Thornton), and his GLORIOUS mustache (mustache).

He invites Noah to Sunday brunch, which is being attended by...black servaHOOOOOOLD. NOT NOW 365 NOT NOW. We also meet Allie’s controlling mother, Anne Hamilton (Joan Allen). When Noah tells them how much money he makes, they immediately look down on him and his poor, poor ways. Anne reveals that Allie is headed to Sarah Lawrence, an all-girl’s school in New York. Which is, uh...NOT close.

Anne very much disapproves of her relationship with Noah, seeing him as a low-born of little consequence. Not that it matters, because the two head to a DEFINITELY HAUNTED house in the woods one night, which overlooks the marshlands. The bats from the Scooby-Doo intro fly by as the two walk in to, again, AN ABSOLUTELY HAUNTED HOUSE. This is the 1772 Windsor Plantation, home to...the Swamp Fox? Huh. Didn’t expect a crossover with the Mel Gibson movie The Patriot, but OK then.

The two talk about their house in the future, and somewhere in the house, a painting’s eyes move mysteriously. Allie plays a tune on the piano, which 1) sounds AMAZINGLY creepy, and 2) I’m pretty sure is the opening song, which is a neat touch. Guess that’s the theme for the movie, or possibly Allie’s leitmotif.

Anyway, it seems that the ghostly wails of Old Man Marion have gotten them both all hot and bothered, and they prepare to make love, right there in the old haunted house. The two undress while social distancing, then approach, significantly raising their risks of contracting COVID-19. Allie is CLEARLY very nervous, and as they attempt to begin the dirty deed, Allie can’t stop rambling about the current situation. Which is clearly putting Noah off the mood, but the two still clearly care about each other. It’s weirdly sweet, considering the fact that there’re, like, 50 ghosts watching, and God knows how many of those are slaaaaaaaAAAANYWAY

Fin suddenly bursts in, as it would appear that Allie’s parents have every policeman in town looking for her. Her parents are clearly upset, and her mother demands that Allie stops seeing Noah, whom she literally describes as “trash.” Jesus. And they aren’t exactly quiet about it, as Noah hears the entire conversation. He understandably leaves, and is also clearly disheartened by the whole situation.

When Allie catches up to him, he says he has to think about this whole thing, including the fact that she’s going to Sarah Lawrence, and he’s staying behind. And I’m not gonna lie, he’s actually being realistic about this whole thing, and she’s acting FAR less rational. She actually breaks up with him right then and there, and as she’s literally physically assaulting him, I realize that SHE is actually the psychologically unstable one, HOLY SHIT. Emotionally compromised or not, Allie goes BONKERS here.

The next day, her folks decide that they’re leaving, that very day. Allie doesn’t want to leave without making amends with Noah, and she’s regretting her actions the previous night. She goes to Fin, and tells him to tell Noah that she loves him, and that she’s sorry. Noah shows up a little too late, and goes to return the comments, but Allie’s already gone.

Noah somehow gets her address, and writes her 365 letters, one letter every day. He never gets one in response, so he gives up and moves with Fin to Atlanta. Allie’s mom is seen getting the mail, so we know EXACTLY what happened to those letters. Meanwhile, it’s now 1941, and it’s time for World War II for the USA! Fin and Noah fight with Patton’s troops, and Fin doesn’t make it.

Allie, meanwhile, is in college, and works as a Nurse’s Aide for war veterans. She sees all of them as Noah,,,which is weird because she hasn’t gotten any of his letters, so she wouldn’t know that he went to war, but whatever. One of these injured men is Lon Hammond, Jr. (James Marsden). And...aw...AWWWWWWW. Did I just type James Marsden? GODDAMN IT HE’S GONNA GET CUCKED

James Marsden seems to have only one role in movies, and that’s to be overshadowed by another dude, even though in many instances, he’s a totally fine guy. The X-Men films, Superman Returns, Enchanted, the Westworld series in a way, TELL ME I AM GODDAMN WRONG. Dude’s always in movies where he plays the love interest to a girl, and that girl is pursued by another guy, and he ALWAYS LOSES TO THAT GUY. You could argue that Cyclops in the X-Men escaped that fate, but need I remind that first, Jean died, and then she came back AND KILLED HIM. STOP SCREWING OVER JASON MARSDEN’S LOVE LIFE, MOVIES!!!!

Seems like we’re once again headed down that path, though, as the very injured Lon asks Allie out on a date while in recovery, then takes her out once he’s healed. And, since he’s about as forward as Noah was, but less crazy when asking her out, she falls in love with him quickly. And it’s Duke that makes that assessment, not me. And, OF COURSE, he’s a rich Southern boy, meaning that her parents are going to approve.

At a dance club in the city with...black performDEAR GOD IT’S GETTING HARD TO HOLD ON BUT I GOTTA DO IT MOVING ON

He proposes to her, with her parents’ full permission (of course, because he’s rich and southern, gross), and she gladly accepts. He jumps on stage and announces to the entire club that they’re getting married. However, she’s still missing Noah subconsciously.

Speaking of, Noah comes home from war, presumably in 1945, and finds that his father sold him the house in order to buy the Windsor Plantation. Around the same time, Noah finds out that Allie’s moved on, and is with Lon. So, what does he do? The only logical thing: he restores the entire plantation by himself in order to win Allie back FUCKING REALLY?

Dude, you rebuilt an entire house on your own, your father died, and you could EASILY get rich off of selling the house and continuing to restore other derelict properties in the area! Upwards mobility, my man! You don’t even need to stay in town anymore! Hell, THAT’S a better plan to win both Allie’s AND her parents’ approval! STOP SIMPIN’, AND IF YOU’RE GONNA SIMP, DO IT RIGHT!!!

He’s also sleeping with a war widow, Martha Shaw (Jamie Brown), and STILL thinks only of Allie, and her sweet, sweeeeeeet bathwater, probably. Speaking of, Allie’s trying on a wedding dress, when she sees a photo of Noah in the paper in front of the plantation, which certainly shocks her. Confused, she goes to see Lon at his job as a stockbroker, and laments to him her lost romantic whimsy, brought up by seeing Ryan Gosling (AKA a natural response). She tells him that she’s going to Seabrook to “clear her head.” Lon asks if he should be worried. She says no. SHE LIIIIIIIIIIES.

Halfway mark, and this is a good place to cut! See you in Part 2!

#the notebook #nick cassavetes #ryan gosling #noah calhoun #rachel mcadams #allie hamilton #james garner #gena rowlands #james marsden #kevin connolly #romance february #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year #supernovass #sincerelygabby

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Follow Me Home (Part 4)

Summary: Dean and the reader head to a private cabin to have a chat with her father and start to discover some of the answers they’ve been searching for..

Pairing: Cop!Dean x reader

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Word Count: 3,700ish

Warnings: language, kidnapping

A/N: Enjoy!…

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“Where the hell are we,” you whispered to Dean an hour later as you followed your dad inside a pretty looking cabin further up on the bay.

“We’re closer to the border,” he said, looking back at the two of you when you kept your coats on. “Jane-”

“My name is Y/N,” you said. He nodded, closing his eyes.

“I know, honey,” he said. “I’m sorry. I did what I had to.”

“Who the hell even are you?” you growled, stepping across the foyer, watching his face scrunch up.

“You’re dripping water-”

“I don’t give a shit,” you said, Dean’s hand on your shoulder. “What the hell is going on?”

“Y/N…” your father trailed off, spotting the bandage on your head. “What happened to you?”

“Exactly! What happened?” you asked, your father tilting his head.

“Mr. Jones-” started Dean, getting a headshake.

“Call me Jim,” he said.

“Jim, Y/N...doesn’t recollect certain things right now. Most things,” said Dean, a flash of concern on Jim’s face surprising you.

“What do you mean? What happened? Why isn’t she in a hospital?” he said, grabbing your hand before you shook away. “Y/N, you need to get looked at by a doctor.”

“Jim,” said Dean, your hand getting grabbed again.

“Did he hurt you?” asked Jim, tugging on you.

“No. Let go,” you said, ripping yourself away, standing behind Dean. “Do that again and I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“Y/N! I know you’re angry but that’s highly inappropriate,” he said, Dean cocking his head.

“...Okay,” said Dean. “Let’s all just take a beat. Jim, I’m gonna take a little look around this place with you while Y/N here calms down, alright? Good plan? Let’s go.”

“Listen, son-”

“Listen. Jim. My gut, for some reason, is saying you got something to say. Now why on earth you would kidnap your own daughter is beyond me but you did so, we’re gonna look around, make sure everything here looks up to snuff, and then us three are going to sit down and talk, got it?” said Dean. “We can do this with you in cuffs or not, the choice is yours.”

“Are you serious?” asked Jim. Dean stepped up to his face, his jaw clenching.

“I said move.”

Jim turned away after a moment, Dean following him down a hall as you made your way into a family room, pictures covering the mantle. Most of them had you in them. Some from when you were young, others looked recent. You picked up one on the end, you and Jim on a boat holding up a large fish.

“We took the boat out on the 4th of July. You caught that one all by yourself,” said Jim, Dean nodding as he walked around, Jim taking a seat on the couch. You set the photo down, Dean wandering around and taking a seat in a chair close by. “How much did you forget?”

“Almost everything. I remember when I was very small, in Lawrence, when I was six. I remember everything past Tuesday morning. The rest is mostly empty but I’m filling in the gaps,” you said, taking a seat next to Dean. “You’re going to start from the beginning and I mean the beginning. You, my mother. Everything. Then, then, you will explain why you aren’t dead and why you don’t look like you have cancer and then maybe, we can start to figure out what the fuck is going on.”

“You don’t talk like this,” said Jim.

“I’m not whatever naive little girl you think I am. You wanted to talk. Now talk,” you said. Jim sighed, pursing his lips before he nodded.

“I work in technology, always have. I traveled often for work when I was young. One of these business trips, I was in Kansas City. I was out at a bar when I met a woman who looked a bit sad. She had driven all the way out there from Lawrence apparently for a job interview but they laughed in her face when she had no degree. We just...talked. We talked for a long time, until closing time. It was late and we were both tipsy and she went back to my hotel room. Things got...heated...and in the morning, she left and we went our separate ways,” he said.

“Ever hear of a condom?” you said, rolling your eyes.

“So...I head home from my trip, life goes on. About five years go by. I branched out on my own with a business partner, we’re starting to make big boy money. A lot of money. We end up doing a little piece on Sixty Minutes. The next day, I get a call from Lawrence. Your mother had seen me on TV the night before. She didn’t bring you up at first. Then she asked for some money, told me it was for her daughter. Our daughter. Of course I gave it. I went down the next day and delivered it in person,” he said. “You were four or so. Always had your hair done up in a pretty braid.”

“We met?” you asked.

“A few times. I don’t imagine you’d remember me. You were always playing with the neighborhood kids or outside. Your mother told you I was your dad but we weren’t close. She barely let me see you. Maybe twice a year. It was...difficult,” he said.

“Why wouldn’t she let you stay?” you asked.

“She had a boyfriend, didn’t she,” said Dean. Jim nodded.

“I understood her reasoning. It was one night years earlier. We had very different lives. You barely wanted anything to do with me. But I loved you. I told her I’d move you two up to me or I could go down there but she wanted us to go our separate ways and I respected it. So I gave her money when she asked for it and that was that. Until one night when you were six. She asked if I would take full custody of you. I know how much your mom loved you. She sounded scared. I eventually got it out of her what was going on. After I hung up with her, we started our plan,” he said.

“What did you two talk about?” asked Dean.

“An old boyfriend of hers. A very, very, bad old boyfriend. The boyfriend she never wanted to see me around,” he said.

“How bad,” you asked.

“Bad enough that your own parents faked your own kidnapping to keep you safe,” he said. Dean ran his hands over his face, pulling out his phone.

“What’s his name,” said Dean.

“Johnathon Hawkins. He should be about late fifties,” said Jim. Dean typed on his phone for a moment, flipping through it before he was rubbing the back of his neck. “Did you find him?”

“Well if I see this piece of shit, I’m gonna shoot him whether he’s doing something wrong or not,” said Dean, quickly texting Sam before putting his phone away.

“What’d he do?” you asked, Dean flicking his gaze your direction.

“He hurts children,” said Dean, looking back to Jim. “And he is not any old sack of shit. He’s ex-military. He’s smart.”

“I’m not following. Why didn’t you two just call the police back then?” you asked.

“He’s never been convicted of a thing. There’s never been enough to try him. It’s obvious from his file he’s done these things. But he’s clean,” said Dean.

“He’s smart,” you said.

“Your mother and I came to the determination that he had picked you out as a form of personal payback possibly for her ending things with him when he started to show his true colors. Or possibly you were his intention all along. Whatever it was, she found out who he was and we knew...Y/N Y/L/N had to go missing,” said Jim.

“I wouldn’t have fought my own dad,” you said quietly, looking at Dean. “That’s what you said. It makes sense.”

“It took a few days to get you new documents, to create Jane Jones. I had an assload of money so it was possible. We got the documents and your mother shipped a few of your favorite books and your teddy bear here but we had to leave the rest or it looked suspicious. October 8th, I flew down to Lawrence, rented a car and met you and your mom at the park. You said goodbye to her and we headed home. You cried all the way to Washington. You cried for days while we hid out in this cabin. Then, we went to our big house in Seattle and you went to the elementary school and we started here,” he said.

“Shit,” said Dean, taking his phone out again, already pulling it to his ear.

“What?” you asked, Dean closing his eyes.

“Why the fuck would your mom have killed herself if she knew you were safe with your dad?” said Dean.

“Like I said,” said Jim, out of his seat and grabbing Dean’s phone, ending the call before it could start, “...Hawkins is a bad guy.”

“Did you know it was murder?” asked Dean, your head tilting back. “Jim?”

“...It would have exposed Y/N. I know you’re a police officer and you can think what you want. I made a call, the same call we made together as parents. Our daughter’s safety comes first,” said Jim. “Always.”

“I thought you said he likes children,” you said.

“I think he’s making an exception for you at the moment,” said Dean, trying to steal his phone back, Jim holding it away.

“What good will bringing up the past do? He was never convicted when he actually committed crimes. You think you’ll suddenly find enough evidence on a twenty year old murder?” he asked.

“Fine. We just kill him ourselves,” you said. You felt Dean’s gaze on you, your own turning to meet his. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. It’s one thing to say it. It’s another to do it,” said Dean. “Before we plan a murder, there’s still another part of this we need to understand. The present day part.”

“Yeah. Jim,” you said, crossing your arms as you sat back, Dean taking his phone again.

“About three months ago, you came over for dinner on Saturday night. You’d only been in your new apartment a week. You hated it but you felt like you were too old to be staying at home with me anymore. You liked your privacy. It was the being alone part you weren’t a fan of. You were thinking of getting a dog, have a companion. But then I found out you were having some problems at work on a project and people you work with so we grabbed a bottle of bourbon and took it out on the deck and had a bitch fest. Normally we stick to wine but you wanted something harder. So we drank...and I don’t know how we got talking about it but I let it slip that your mom didn’t kill herself. I didn’t think much of it at first. But I messed up in saying that because you started to dig and you are a very, very smart person, Y/N. I made up the cancer scare to distract you, hoping you’d drop the other stuff and forget about it.”

“Didn’t work,” you said.

“You started to have a cold shoulder with me. I went over your apartment one day while you were at work. I found your DAD notebook. You were going down a different trail. You questioned whether I was your father. I hoped after I left some DNA around for you to test you’d get the answers you wanted but you just didn’t stop. It’s probably my own fault for raising you that way. You started another notebook,” he said, standing and going over to a kitchen table. He picked it up, bringing it back and handing it to you.

“Mom,” you said, flipping it open, Dean reading over your shoulder.

“I stole it from you on Sunday while you were at the store. I don’t think you ever knew it went missing,” he said.

“You regularly lurk around my house when I’m not home?” you said.

“You were digging in places that should have been left alone,” said Jim. “I love you. I have waited for the day I could call you Y/N again. But you weren’t finding out the truth like that. I wanted us to talk.”

“Why fake your death?” asked Dean.

“I paid a few doctors to lie to Y/N. I didn’t fake anything,” he said. “I knew she was planning to go to Lawrence this week. I needed her to think I was gone so...so I could get her documents.”

“Documents?” you asked.

“That notebook, the Mom one, there’s information in there that you could have only gotten by digging and poking and there was a chance that Hawkins knew someone was poking, that a young woman was poking. Jane Jones was supposed to go missing this week,” he said. “Never to be heard from again. I got them for us both.”

“You let me go all the way to Lawrence on my own when you thought a psychopath was on my ass!” you shouted, shoving the book in Dean’s hands as you stood up. “You’re a pathological liar. You…”

“I tried stopping you. But you went around me, made sure to use a different card. I tried calling even but you refused to answer,” he said. “I had to go for a few hours to talk to the documents guy. You snuck past me. I was going to tell you the truth, I was going to tell you all of it. But you never picked up the phone because you didn’t trust me anymore. You never came home. Today when I saw you at the park, I thought you were willing to give me a chance. You don’t even remember me, do you.”

“No. I don’t. I’m not six years old. I deserved the truth long before this. You could have...I would remember if you had told me all of it. I wouldn’t have this Hawkins guy on me if you’d told me,” you said. You pursed your lips and wandered over to the back window, feeling both their eyes on you. “Do you have cancer?”

“No.”

“You have a lot of money, right?” you said.

“Yes, I do.”

“Y/N,” said Dean, standing up and walking beside you. “You’re not killing anyone.”

“We both know how you found me in those woods. I got out of there before he started whatever he was up to. I probably fell and hit my head running away. He’s not going to leave me alone until either I’m dead or he is, Dean. I’m not Jane Jones. I’m not whatever new name you bought for me. I’m Y/N,” you said, turning towards your dad. “What about you?”

“I’m going to do what I should have a long time ago,” he said as he stood up. “I’m your father. I should have gotten rid of him years ago.”

“Neither one of you is killing anyone,” said Dean.

“No offense, son, but she’s right. We need to kill him,” said Jim.

“I am a police chief,” said Dean, looking between the two of you and then past you. “I’ll do it.”

“Dean,” you said.

“I’m not putting that on you,” he said to you, looking at Jim for a moment. “You’re not winning any father of the year awards...but you’re not equipped for this. You’ve never even held a gun I bet. I am our best bet against Hawkins. Plus I’m chief. I can cover up a murder like that.”

“What did you mean when you said you know how Dean found you,” asked Jim.

“I wasn’t wearing a lot of clothes,” you said quietly. Jim cocked his head at Dean.

“Yeah, I so kill him,” said Jim.

“Jim-”

“You can help but I do it, alright?” he said. Dean nodded, Jim frowning at you. “Did he…”

“No. I think I got out of there before he could do anything. I was clean at the hospital,” you said.

“I’m going to call Sammy, give him the info,” said Dean, grabbing his phone from the couch.

“You’re not hurt are you?” asked Jim, looking you over.

“No,” you said. “We were close, weren’t we.”

“Once,” he said. “I’d settle for you staying safe.”

“What’d you tell me when I had to come live with you? When I was little?” you asked.

“‘I know you don’t know me but I’ll take care of you because I’m your dad and I love you,’” he said.

“Still works,” you said, looking out the window again. “Is this house in your name?”

“No. Hawkins won’t find it,” he said. You nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I lied.”

“I can understand lying when I was six years old. But three months ago? You should never have lied about a thing as horrible as being sick. You should have told me the truth,” you said.

“I know,” he said. “I was afraid.”

“I hate to break up this touching moment but my guy in Lawrence wants to talk to you, Jim,” said Dean, holding out his phone.

“Do you trust him?” asked Jim.

“He’s my little brother so yeah, I trust him,” said Dean. Jim took the phone and headed into a small den off the front of the cabin. Dean sighed as you took a seat on the window bench, Dean sitting beside you as you watched the rain come down. “Y/N...I know you’re angry with him. Hell, I’m angry with him. But I don’t think Jim wants to do anything other than try to keep you safe right now.”

“I’m having a hell of a week aren’t I,” you said, tucking your knees into your chest. Dean smiled and rubbed the top of your head, Jim returning after a few minutes.

“Are you...dating my daughter?” he asked.

“Yes, I am,” said Dean, your eyes flickering over to his. “But only recently.”

“Jim…” you said.

“Not gonna dig my hole any deeper,” he said, heading into the kitchen.

“Smart move,” you said, closing your eyes, Dean returning to the soothing motion. The cabin was quiet aside from Jim working in the kitchen, Dean saying something quietly before you heard something be set down nearby. You lifted your head up, Dean now holding a cup of coffee, another on the bookshelf beside you. Jim wandered back into the den, Dean smiling as you rested your chin on your knees. “That feels nice.”

“Touch helps when a person is in shock,” he said. You titled your head as Dean shrugged out of his flannel and threw it over your shoulders. “Blankets do too.”

“I didn’t realize I was in shock,” you said. “Again.”

“Not the life threatening kind. More of the what the hell kind,” he said. “It’s why you feel so exhausted.”

“They teach you that in super cop school,” you teased. Dean shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee.

“No. Some cop told me that the day you went missing. Nobody knew what had happened. My parents...they were pretty scared something could have happened to Sammy or me. The cops even talked to us. I don’t remember a whole lot but I remember that. I was the oldest. It was always my job to make sure you two dorks didn’t wander off,” he said.

“You were ten,” you said.

“Yeah, well, Sammy slept in my room for a month after that. It freaked us out. Freaked the whole town out,” said Dean, taking another sip, watching as you reached around and picked up your own. You took a long drink, smiling when you pulled it away. “S’good?”

“Mhm. Just how I like it,” you said. You wrapped your hands around the mug and enjoyed the warmth, Dean watching out the back window when you shut your eyes.

“Y/N,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Do you feel tired?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, giving him a smile as you opened your eyes. It took more effort than you thought it would, Dean’s mug now set aside as he grabbed your hand. “Dean?”

“He drugged us,” said Dean, trying to stand but he fell back on the bench. You saw Jim walk out from the den, both you and Dean watching him just stand there. “Who are you?”

“Jim Jones. I’m sorry officer. I’m sure you are very good at your job and all but I’m not risking her,” he said.

“Jim,” you said, blinking a few times as you started to get more tired. “I don’t want to run.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N but we have to,” he said.

“I’m not a little girl,” you said, forcing yourself to your feet. “Don’t do this. Don’t...I remember around Dean. Don’t-”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said again.

“Y/N,” said Dean, grabbing his watch and slapping it on your wrist. “I’ll find you again, okay? Try to convince your dad in the mean...meanti…”

He knocked his head back against the wall, passed out on the bench as you caught yourself on a chair.

“Dad. We have to stop running,” you said, his hands on you helping you sit down.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I really am.”

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A/N: Read Part 5 here!

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Love Knows No Bounds

Whose?

That evening, by the time John and Sam had returned with thier catch Dean and Mary had went seven rounds. Being 25 had not slowed his stamina down one bit.

In the shower he had fell to his knees and ate her out like it was his last meal. She had came so hard on his face that he had to wash it twice, just to get clean. When she returned the favor by ripping the towel from around his waist and sucking him down her throat he almost lost his balance at the attack.

"Fuck mom," he exclaimed. "Warn a guy next time."

Mary popped off his dick and looked up at him. "Well if you don't want reciprocation..."she said but he quickly pulled her head back to his groin.

"I didn't say that," he moaned as he thrust gently into her mouth. Mary placed her hands on his firm ass and squeezed, silently telling him she wanted it all.

Dean groaned as he pushed in and felt the head of his prick push pass her throat. "Oh my god! I didn't know you could do that. You been holding out on me?" he asked looking down at her. He could see the bulge of his cock in her throat. "God damn that's sexy as fuck!"

Mary swallowed and the squeeze of her throat on his dick brought Dean to his end. She drank down every drop and then kitten licked his length clean.

"You taste good," she said as she stood up to go find some clothes. Dean quickly enveloped her in his arms and began kissing her neck.

"Honey, we're home!" John called out as he and his youngest son came through the door. Dean was laid on the couch watching some show on the television.

"She's in the bathroom," he told his dad sitting up.

"Oh okay," John said. "How you feeling son? Your mother take good care of you today?"

"Yes she did," Dean said, smirking at just how well they took care of one another.

Sam walked in with a large green cooler and John directed him to take it to the kitchen. "Hope you like trout because we have lots of it," John threw over his shoulder as he went to check on his wife.

"Love fish," Dean said, smiling to himself.

Upstairs, Mary was bent over the toilet. She had already thrown up everything in her stomach and was now just waiting to make sure the dry heaving had gone away. How the fuck did she let this happen? She thought to herself. The idea of carrying John's child excited her but the idea that she was carrying Dean's was thrilling. She knew she could easily pass the child off as John's since no one knew she had been fucking her own son for the past seven years.

A knock on the door brought her attention back to the present. "Mary, darling? We're back," John said through the barrier of the door.

"Okay. I'll be down in a minute," she answered as she stood up to rinse her mouth out. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was pregnant and would give birth to another Winchester. She flippantly hoped it was a girl this time. She placed a hand on her still almost flat stomach. She got butterflies just thinking of whose child she hoped she was carrying. She would have to make a doctor's appointment as soon as they returned to Lawrence.

John and Sam worked together to prepare the fish for Mary to cook while Dean kept up the facade of still feeling ill. He could see into the kitchen from his place on the couch and caught himself multiple times watching his mother. The way her body moved, the sway of her hips, the pure unadulterated joy on her face as the three of them joked and carried on. Dean was in love. With his own mother. Mary would occasionally catch him staring and subtly wink his direction, no one else any wiser than the two of them of the secret they shared.

When Dean groaned at the first bite of food, it sent chills down Mary’s spine and a heat to her core. The sounds he was making were the same he made when he was inside her, filling her up. She shivered slightly and looked away from the table. A mother’s love for her children was one thing but this was totally and completely different. A mother isn’t supposed to crave and lust after her own flesh and blood, right? What they were doing was wrong but oh did it feel so good. As long as Dean didn’t go out and get a girlfriend and they kept their escapades on the down low, Mary had no desire to stop.

After dinner, Mary surprised everyone with pie. Dean eyed the dessert with a passionate stare. She knew he loved pie but when had she had time to actually bake it he wondered.

“Mom, when did you make this?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“When you were napping, baby boy,” she answered. And it was true, after their fourth tryst, Dean had actually taken a nap. But he had fallen asleep with his arms around his mother’s nude body. Apparently she hadn’t rested. He looked at her in a whole new light now. Even after fucking him four times, she made a pie and then they fucked three more, plus the shower/after shower oral. Damn that woman is good, Dean thought.

His mouth salivated as he watch her cut into the pastry and give each of them a slice. Dean saw the small smirk she gave him as she served him his slice of cherry pie. Dean practically drooled as he caught on and hated that there were two other people in the room. He wanted to smear the pie over her body and lick it off.

That night, as they all were headed to bed John asked Dean if he felt up to joining him and Sam tomorrow. “I don’t know, Dad. I’m still a bit queasy. The boat rocking might make me seasick. Can I let you know in the morning?”

John nodded in acceptance and headed to his room. Dean lay in bed, faintly smelling his mom intoxicating scent on his sheets. He was grateful for a private room because he knew he was going to have to rub one out.

Half an hour later he was still at it. He couldn’t finish; he would get right to the edge and then it would just go away. Dean was getting frustrated. He had tried everything, from closing his eyes and picturing his mother bouncing on his dick to spitting in his palm and pretending it was her wet hot mouth. When the door creaked and opened slowly, Dean hurriedly covered himself. Mary slipped into his room and he whispered, “Mom what are you doing in here?”

She saw the tented sheets and smiled. “John’s in there sawing logs. I just wanted to come check on you baby. I see you’re having the same problems I am.”

“I can’t get off Mommy,” Dean whined. “I’ve tried everything. I think you’ve ruined me.”

“Same goes for me baby boy,” Mary said. “I have an idea. It’s a mutual kind of thing. We both benefit. Wanna give it a try?”

“Okay.”

Dean watched as Mary pulled her nightgown over top of her head and was shocked to see she was completely nude underneath. The sight of her naked body made his dick twitch in his hand. He threw the sheet off his body and pumped his length, putting on a show for his mom.

“So how will this work?” he asked.

Mary approached the bed and put her knees on the edge. “I’m going to suck you while you eat me,” she explained. Dean watched as his mom straddle him backward and then maneuver herself until she was hovering over his face. Dean looked up at the site of her gushing pussy above him. He licked his lips and then wrapped his arms around her thighs and dove in.

Mary bit down on her bottom lip to stave off the scream she wanted to let out as Dean devoured her. She fell over onto her palms, his leaking dick staring her in the face. She took her tongue and lapped up the precome gathered at his slit and felt him growl into her. The vibrations causing the coil in her abdomen to tighten. She took him into her mouth and gave as good as she got. Dean mumbled into her cunt and Mary could feel his dick thicken right before he shot down her throat. Feeling his load hitting her uvula she swallowed as she drowned her son’s face.

“Damn Mom,” Dean laughed lowly. “You squirted all over me.”

She crawled off him and watched as he licked as much as he could from his lips and around his mouth. He even licked his hands as he wiped her spendings off his face. “Goodnight Dean,” Mary said as she redressed and slipped out the door, to re-join her husband in bed.

“Definitely a good night, Mommy.” Dean mumbled as he turned on his side to go to sleep.

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The Death Cure AE

newtmas alternate ending

this is obviously horribly written and i rushed it bc i’m a terrible writer honestly. it’s brief and not super detailed but i was listening to flares by the script and this came to mind so. i don’t know if anyone’s ever written anything like this but it sounded cute and nice and so i decided to write it just to give myself closure honestly. enjoy i guess!!

ever since newts death thomas has been down despite being in the safe haven with all of his other friends now. he missed newt. he missed the boy’s messy blonde hair. he missed his bright smile. he missed his weird accent. he missed newt.

one night when thomas was having an extremely rough time dealing with newts death he decided to go sit on the beach in attempt to relax himself. off in the distance he sees dim flare-like lights in the sky. he doesn’t think much of it considering it could quite possibly be stars or something of the sort.

after a few nights of sitting out on the beach at around the same time every night he realizes that the lights are reoccurring. they shine and dance around the sky in the far distance for minutes at a time every night before dissolving into the sky.

after days of trying to figure out what they are he decides that he has to go see for himself. what if it’s teresa? what if it’s survivors? he tries to convince vince and the others only to be declined and practically called crazy.

after much debate and battle with himself and his feelings he steals a ship and sails off towards the lights. when he’s too far from the island to even consider going back he realizes that minho, gally, brenda, and jorge had snuck onto the ship when they’d discovered his plan.

it takes them about three days to get to where they’d began in the first place. the flares had come from the beach where they’d previously been hiding. upon arriving there they find nothing but an old camp setup with discarded flare guns all around and newt’s jacket (the one he was wearing when he died). thomas is obviously upset and ends up leaving everyone in the middle of the night on the ship to find out who had newts jacket, why they had it, and why they were sending out flares. eventually thomas finds a boy sleeping in an abandoned building wearing newt’s fluffy collared jacket. he gets understandably upset considering he still believes newt is dead and shouts at the boy to get up. he can’t see the boy’s face or hair bc it’s covered by a mask and he’s turned away from him. the boy startled awake and turns towards thomas just standing there in shock.

“who are you? where’d you find that jacket?! that doesn’t belong to you!” thomas shouts, tears in his eyes by now. he missed newt and seeing some random person wearing newt’s jacket hurt him.

“tommy?” the boy weakly mumbled. thomas dropped the gun he was pointing at the boy.

“newt?” thomas choked out, tears clouding his eyes.

the boy took off his mask to reveal his messy blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes. thomas could see that he looked tired and sickly even in the dimly lit building. he had noticeably dark veins on his neck and face. he looked like he was still sick with the flare but not nearly as bad as he was when he supposedly died.

thomas pulled newt into a tight hug, his eyes burning from all of the tears. newt was crying at this point too. “how are you still alive? i saw you die?” thomas said.

“your blood. the knife i was stabbed with had your blood on it. it kept me from going full on crank. the knife didn’t go deep enough to kill me. lawrence found me, patched me up and gave me some of the serum he used to stop his virus from spreading.”

“where is he?” thomas asked, his hand not leaving newt’s.

newt frowned. “he left. he said he had other things to attend to and just left me. i don’t know why or where he went but i promised i wouldn’t go after him.” he said.

“newt, you have to come with me. i have a ship. i’ll take you to the safe haven. i have the cure there. we can cure this.” thomas explained, practically pulling newt out of the building.

“careful, careful. easy, tommy.” newt groaned, coughing and holding his stomach.

“oh shit, I’m sorry. i didn’t mean to-“ thomas rambled

“don’t worry about it, let’s go. just slowly.” newt grumbled, wrapping his arm around thomas’ waist as thomas helped him walk.

it wasn’t long until thomas reached the beach. he saw minho and gally noticeably stressed as they shouted at each other on the beach.

“guys! look!” he heard brenda shout. everyone turned toward thomas, everyone’s faces holding shock as they saw newt.

“NEWT?!” minho shouted, running over and embracing the boy.

thomas scowled at minho when newt winced from the tight hug. minho’s mouth opened and closed multiple times before he could speak actual words.

“how are you... newt? how’s this possible?!” minho mumbled.

“it’s sort of a long story.” newt rasped, coughing into his sleeve.

they get onto the boat and thomas doesn’t leave newt’s side until they get to the safe haven. when they arrive vince is having a fit and extremely pissed until thomas practically carries newt off the boat to show vince that he wasn’t crazy.

“holy shit....” is all vince can say.

thomas carries newt to his little cabin thingy and lays him on his bed. newt is quite annoyed that thomas insists on babying him. thomas quickly gives him the cure, holding his hand tightly as he groans in pain. it’s not long before the dark veins start disappearing and newt falls into a deep sleep.

thomas is obviously afraid that newt won’t wake up. he doesn’t leave newts side for the three days that he’s unconscious. when newt wakes up he’s almost perfectly healthy despite the fact that he’s skinny and needs some food and water.

while thomas goes to get newt food and water brenda comes in to check on newt. she tells newt about how thomas had read his letter every night and how he didn’t sleep much bc he was so upset. he thought newt had died. everyone did.

thomas comes back and brenda excuses herself from the room. thomas sits and waits for newt to eat before practically crushing him with a million hugs.

“how long was i out?” newt asked, finishing his third glass of water.

“three days.” thomas said, his eyes not leaving newt.

“did you stay here the whole time?” newt asked, already knowing the answer.

thomas nodded.

“i’m going to be okay” newt said.

“i missed you so much. every night i read your letter. i hoped that maybe somehow i’d eventually accept the fact that you were dead and the pain would go away. everyone thought i was nuts. i cant risk losing you again. newt, i love you so much.” thomas said, choking up.

“i won’t leave you. i’m not going anywhere.” newt promised.

the lanky blonde surprised himself and thomas as he cupped thomas’ face with his small shaky hands. he pulled the brown haired boy closer before pressing his chapped lips against thomas’. they were both shocked by the action. what really shocked newt was that thomas immediately kissed back, his hand going to hold newt’s unoccupied one.

tears were in both of their eyes as they savored the moment. newt had wanted to do that for so long. he just didn’t realize it until then. newt pulled away, smiling at thomas. thomas smiled back, crawling into the small makeshift bed and snuggling up to the boy.

the two faced each other. they stared intently into each others eyes before thomas gave newt a quick kiss on his forehead.

“i love you.” thomas whispered.

“i love you, tommy.” newt mumbled.

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Manifest - ‘Contrails’ Review

"The government didn't start hiding things on the day we came back. They started on the day we disappeared."

Even paranoids can have non-imaginary enemies, and sometimes the crazy conspiracy theory is not just a theory and nowhere near crazy. Just ask Captain Bill Daly, who was the pilot of Montego Air Flight 828 when it left Jamaica on the evening of April 7, 2013.

Last week, we saw that Captain Daly was something of a mess, more so than most of the 828ers. As the pilot, the safety of the passengers was his responsibility, one he took very seriously. When the plane encountered the storm/wormhole/alien spaceship/wrath of God/whatever it was, he got them through it in one piece and landed everyone safely--only to find himself being blamed for whatever it was that kicked 828 five and a half years into the future. Add that on top of all the other stress that the "average" 828er has to deal with--finding out you were presumed dead, your loved ones remarried, and your worldly possessions were given away to Goodwill years ago, and such--and, well, if that happened to you, you'd be a mess, too.

After Cal prophecies that "the man from the plane" will need his father's help, Ben gets a call from Capt. Daly, who enlists his help. The good Captain has determined that the official government records of the crash investigation are deliberately misleading, or at best wildly inaccurate, regarding the weather conditions. The crash investigation report is dated April 8, 2013, just one day after the disappearance.

Ben subjects the inquiry record to one of his trademark analytical binges and discovers that a meteorologist named Roger Mencin, who was conducting observations of "dark lightening" near where 828 disappeared, was supposed to testify at a hearing, but backed out, and almost immediately took early retirement and moved to Massapequa. They go to visit Roger, who tells them that he was pressured into erasing his data--but saved a copy just in case. They load Roger's weather data into a 737 cockpit simulator, which gives them a pretty good replica of the storm and turbulence, but registers a crash when Daly tries to repeat the maneuver that got them through the storm. As Ben points out, the simulator probably doesn't model time travel--but Daly just gets even more frustrated at his inability to "prove" that what he did was right, and even more convinced that Fiona Clarke is behind it all.

Meanwhile, Michaela is babysitting Cal on her day off when Autumn shows up at the apartment, asking Michaela's help in locating someone she claims stole her identity and framed her. While Autumn is there, Ben calls Michaela and she asks him "Hey, how was Massapequa?"

The next day, Roger Mencin turns up dead in a suspiciously-timed boating accident. Ben and Michaela go to check up on Daly, and when going through his apartment discover that he's planning to steal an airplane and fly into a storm cell looking for more dark lightening. When they get to the airport, they find out that the airplane isn't the only thing Daly is stealing--he's kidnapped Fiona and is taking her with him!

I should mention here that while Autumn is attempting to break away from The Major's operation, her new handler is refusing to accept her resignation and putting the squeeze on her. (The new guy gives off the same weasel-y vibe as Autumn's previous contact, the late Lawrence Belson., and will therefore be designated "Weasel 2.0.") While Ben and Michaela are chasing after Captain Daly, Autumn breaks in to Michaela's apartment, takes photos of Ben's research documents, and steals a page out of Cal's sketchbook.

Though Ben and Michaela do their level best to talk him out of it, Daly goes roaring into the center of the storm, pursued by two Air National Guard F-16s. The plane is either shot down or flung forward in time, take your pick.

In reviewing the events of the day, Michaela realizes that Autumn overheard her mention Massapequa, and realizes she's the Major's mole.

And then Grace discovers that the window to Cal's bedroom is open and Cal is missing.

"828" Watch

The flight number appears on the cover of the government report. The tail number of the stolen plane is N728PH.

Also on the manifest.....

In further developments on the romantic-triangle front, Michaela, to her credit, tells Jared that it's over between them and she will not be "the other woman."

"Dark lightning" really exists. The technical term for it is "terrestrial gamma ray flash," a phenomenon first detected in 1994, and still not all that well understood. They seem to propagate in and around thunderstorms, though the exact cause is still the subject of some scientific debate. A typical "TGF" lasts from 0.2 to 3.5 milliseconds (don't blink or you'll miss it!) and kicks out up to 20 million electron volts. While "20 million volts" sounds impressive, we're talking electron volts, which are a measure of energy (and mass and momentum) in particle physics. (They have nothing to do with the volts in your 9-volt batteries and 110-volt electrical outlets, which measure electrical potential.) An electron volt is so small that you'd need 249,660,461,771,990,093,472.9 of them to power a 40-watt light bulb for one second. (That's the answer I got, anyway. Please feel free to check my math.) I imagine it would take a lot more than that to send a Boeing airliner hurtling five years into the future through the space-time continuum.

Captain Daly drives a C2 Corvette Stingray. Definitely a pilot's kind of car.

In the first scene with Ben and Daly in the Corvette, the car radio is playing "Midnight Rider" by The Allman Brothers: Well, I've got to run to keep from hidin'/And I'm bound to keep on ridin'/And I've got one more silver dollar/But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no, not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider. Fitting choice for Daly's theme song, given how his story arc plays out.

This week's gold star for acting goes to Frank Deal, who played Capt. Daly. In the flashback scenes and the first act of the pilot episode, the character is snarky and supremely confident (as pilots usually are). In the "present day" scenes in this episode and the previous one, he's a broken man--but still the same individual, and still sympathetic even at the end. Honorable mention goes to Francesca Faridany, playing a terrified Fiona Clarke.

In the cockpit scenes during the storm, Daly says he's "increasing speed to 300 knots." According to Wikipedia, a 737's cruise speed is in the neighborhood of 450 knots when at altitude, so how could he be increasing to 300? He's referring to indicated airspeed, which is not the same thing as "true" airspeed. A plane's airspeed indicator measures speed by measuring the difference between static air pressure around the plane and the pressure in the pitot tube, which points directly forward. At cruising altitude, the air is thinner, and this causes the airspeed indicator to register something less than the speed the aircraft is actually travelling relative to a fixed point on the ground. That 450 knot cruising speed therefore translates to something a bit below 300 knots IAS.

Massapequa is a town of 21,685 (2010 Census) on the south shore of Long Island.

According to the co-pilot, Kelly Taylor was demanding a hypo-allergenic blanket from the flight attendants. She would do a thing like that.

I am very certain that I would not want to be Autumn Cox when Michaela catches up to her.

Quotes

Captain Daly, to his co-pilot: "I'm a cowboy. Plane's my horse, and the sky an open desert."

Captain Daly, in his debriefing: "You don't understand. There is no 'conventional maneuver' when a storm appears right on top of you. And this storm was like nothing I've ever seen."

Airport guard: "Hey, hey, Captain Future! You gonna fly through the Bermuda Triangle again?" A more prophetic statement than he realized.

Conclusion

Another good episode with a couple of annoying little details. The Major's organization seemed uncharacteristically ham-fisted: kill the meteorologist the day after he talks to Ben Stone? Way to draw attention to your secret operation that no one is supposed to know about and blow your mole's cover in the process! Shoot down a plane and kill the hostage? Not swift either, guys. Also, I thought it a little too neat that Fiona, a neuroscientist in a narrow specialty with New Age leanings, would be conversant enough with high-end particle physics to know what dark lightening was in the first place. (A quick scene of Fiona looking it up on Wikipedia would have been a nice touch.) However, the episode did an excellent job portraying Captain Daly's descent into madness in a believable fashion, and I liked how Fiona Clarke, until now the very portrait of emotional equilibrium, completely lost it as she concluded she was about to die. And the cliffhanger at the end--oh, boy!

Three out of four terrestrial gamma ray flashes.

Baby M avoids exposure to gamma rays whenever possible.

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SATURDAY 5/26/18

MAN, I JUST COULDN’T GET OUT OF BED THIS MORNING AND WHEN I DID IT WAS 9:30 AND I ALREADY NEEDED A SHOT OF 5-HOUR ENERGY JUST TO GET MY EYES OPEN. ROX SAID THAT SHE GOT UP AROUND 9:00. WE GOT ON THE ROAD ABOUT 10:30-ISH HEADED FOR PRINCE EDWARD COUNTY, WHICH IS REFERRED TO UP HERE AS P.E.C. THE COUNTY ENCOMPASSES AN AREA OF LAND THAT IS CONNECTED TO THE MAINLAND BY ONE SMALL PIECE OF LAND, FOR ALL PRACTICAL PURPOSES IT IS AN ISLAND IN A BAY IN LAKE ONTARIO.

HERE’S ARE FEW THINGS, TODAY WE HAVE FOUND SOME UNIQUE NAMES OF ROADS, LIKE ‘CARRYING POINT ROAD, OR TWELVE-O-CLOCK POINT ROAD, OR HORSE THIEF ROAD AND OF COURSE ‘TUMBLE DOWN ROAD. ONE FUNNY SIGN FOR TODAY………THIS GOES OUT TO ALL YOUR ANIMAL LOVERS OUT THERE. “THERE IS ROOM FOR ALL OF GOD’S CREATURES………..RIGHT NEXT TO THE MASHED POTATOES.”

THE HAPPENING PLACE IS THE VILLAGE (YES, IT’S A VILLAGE AND NOT A CITY OR A TOWN, BUT I DON’T KNOW THE DISTINCTION) OF WELLINGTON, POPULATION 1,700. IT IS COMPRISED OF ONE MAIN STREET WITH, SHOPS, HOUSES, STORES, RESTAURANTS AND OFFICES ALL INTERSPERSED AND ALL RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER – OBVIOUSLY NO ZONING IN VILLAGES. WE WERE TOLD OF A RESTAURANT HERE BY LAST NIGHT’S WAITRESS (THIS IS HER SECOND JOB) SO WE WENT THERE FOR BREAKFAST……….IT WAS A LITTLE AFTER 11:00 AM.

IT IS CALLED BLAKE DEVONSHIRE AND IT IS LOCATED ON LAKE ONTARIO. WE SAT ON THE BACK PATIO OVERLOOKING THE LAKE. PLEASANT SURROUNDINGS AND PLEASANTLY COOL ENOUGH TO WHERE THEY SUPPLY LIGHT BLANKETS FOR THE PATRONS LIKE ROXANE. IT WAS TRENDY FOR A VILLAGE BUT A LITTLE MORE DOWN-TO-EARTH THAN YESTERDAY’S TRENDY LUNCH RESTAURANT. ROX HAD EGGS BENEDICT BUT IN PLACE OF THE HAM SHE HAD A SLICE OF PORTABELLA MUSHROOM, QUITE UNIQUE AND QUITE GOOD SHE REPORTED.

IT WAS WARM, IN THE 70”S WITH A COOL BREEZE OFF THE LAKE AND A LITTLE OVERCAST, BUT STILL GOOD WEATHER. WE WALKED UP AND DOWN THE STREET STOPPING, SHOPPING AND BUYING STUFF FOR ABOUT 2 HOURS PLUS THE HOUR WE SPENT AT BREAKFAST. SO A LITTLE AFTER 2:00 WE WERE ON OUT WAY TO A PLACE CALLED 1000 ISLANDS. THIS PLACE REALLY INTRIGUED ME SO WE JUST HAD TO GO.

1000 ISLANDS IS LOCATED IN THE NECK OF THE OF THE ST. LAWRENCE RIVER AND WAS FORMED AT THE END OF THE LAST ICE AGE, YOU KNOW THE SAME TIME THE GREAT LAKES WERE FORMED. IT IS A TO OF WHAT REMAINS OF A MOUNTAIN RANGE FROM THE END OF THE ICE AGE. FURTHER GEOGRAPHIC TRIVIA – THE ST. LAWRENCE RIVER DRAINS LAKE ONTARIO, THE LAST OF THE LAKES IN THE GREAT LAKES CHAIN. I WON’T WASTE YOUR TIME NAMING THE OTHER LAKES, I’M SURE Y’ALL KNOW THAT.

THERE ARE ISLANDS OF ALL SIZES BUT FOR THE MOST PART THEY RANGE FROM SMALL TO TINY AND THE GREAT MAJORITY ARE DEVELOPED AND INHABITED. THEY ARE DEVELOPED TO THE EXTENT THAT THERE IS A HOUSE ON THEM. THERE WAS ONE SO SMALL THAT THE HOUSE WAS ABOUT 500 S.F. AND THE WHOLE ISLAND WAS ABOUT 650 S.F.

ONE OF THE LARGEST ISLANDS HAS A CASTLE BUILT ON IT. IT WAS OWNED BY GEORGE BOLDT, HE’S THE MAN WHO BUILT AND OWNED THE WALDORF ASTORIA HOTEL IN NEW YORK CITY. THE BACK STORY IS WHEN IT WAS ALMOST COMPLETED HIS WIFE DIED AND HE WAS SO BROKEN HEARTED, BECAUSE HE WAS BUILDING IT FOR HER, THAT HE SAID, “FUCK IT” AND JUST WALKED AWAY FROM IT AND LEFT IT UNCOMPLETED. THE CITY TOOK IT OVER, COMPLETED IT AND NOW CHARGES AND ARM AND LEG TO TOUR THE PLACE…………..NEEDLESS TO SAY OUR LIVES ARE COMPLETE WITH ALL THE PREVIOUS MANSIONS THAT WE HAVE TOURED AND VISITED IN THE PAST.

COME TO FIND OUT THAT MOST OF THESE ISLANDS, BEING ON THE BORDER OF CANADA AND THE USA, ARE THE PROPERTY OF NEW YORK. THERE IS AN OBSERVATION TOWER BUILT ON ONE OF THE ISLANDS THAT WE VISITED FROM THE CANADA SIDE AND WERE TOLD WE COULD GO TO THE TOWER, BUT DIDN’T HAVE TO GO INTO THE UNITED STATES…………..AS IF IT WERE A DIRTY PLACE, AND WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD WANT TO DO THAT. WE TOOK THE ELEVATOR TO THE TOP AND THEN CLIMBED 3 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS TO THE OPEN AIR DECK ON THE TOP. HERE ARE SOME INTERESTING TIDBITS THAT WE COLLECTED THERE. LOOKING NORTH OVER THE HORIZON IT IS ONLY 2562 MILES TO THE NORTH POLE. LOOKING EAST IT IS ONLY 625 MILES TO THE ATLANTIC OCEAN WHERE THE ST. LAWRENCE RIVER EMPTIES OUT. SOMETIMES I JUST CAN’T HELP MYSELF WHEN IT COMES TO TRIVIA.

OK, BY KNOW THERE ARE PROBABLY 2 QUESTIONS THAT ARE GNAWING AT YOU. ARE THERE REALLY 1000 ISLANDS AND DO THEY HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH SALAD DRESSING? NO, THERE ARE ONLY 997 TRUE ISLANDS. (I TOLD THE GUY I WANTED MY MONEY BACK FROM THE TOWER RIDE BECAUSE I PAID FOR 1000 ISLANDS AND ONLY GOT 997. SECOND, YES, THIS IS WHERE 1000 ISLAND DRESSING WAS CREATED.

IT WAS CREATED BY GEORGE BOLDT (YOU REMEMBER THE UNFINISHED CASTLE). ONE DAY THEY HAD RUN OUT OF SOME INGREDIENTS NECESSARY TO MAKE THE SALAD DRESSING THAT GEORGE LIKED AND THE CHEF CAME UP WITH THIS CONCOCTION. GEORGE LIKED IT SO MUCH HE NAME IT 1000 ISLAND DRESSING AND BEGAN SERVING IT AT THE WALDORF ASTORIA AND THE CHEF WHO CREATED IT WAS TRANSFERRED TO THE WALDORF ASTORIA AND BECAME FAMOUS THERE……………….AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER……….THAT IS EXCEPT FOR GEORGE’S WIFE………………..

WE DROVE A LITTLE FURTHER ALONG THE LAKE FRONT AND CAME TO THE HAMLET OF ROCKPORT. IT IS REALLY SMALL, JUST ONE LITTLE SIDE ROAD. IN TEXAS WE HAVE DRIVEWAYS LONGER THAN THIS. OTHER THAN A MARINA, A GENERAL STORE AND A BOAT REPAIR SHOP THERE WERE JUST A FEW HOUSES. I WOULD GUESS THE POPULATION OF AROUND 14. WE STOPPED IN THE GENERAL STORE AND THEN TRAVELED FURTHER TO THE FREEWAY AND WERE HEADED FOR OTTAWA, ABOUT AND HOUR AND A HALF NORTH. MORE TRIVIA, OTTAWA IS THE CAPITOL OF CANADA; YOU KNOW THAT’S WHERE JUSTIN TRUDEAU LIVES. WHO IS JUSTIN TRUDEAU………I’M NOT EVEN GOING TO DIGNIFY THAT WITH AN ANSWER.

ROXANE REALLY HIT IT OUT OF THE PARK WITH TONIGHT’S HOTEL SELECTION. ON OUR WAY TO OTTAWA SHE WAS BUSIER THAT A CAT COVERIN’ UP SHIT, WITH MAPS, DIAGRAMS, CHARTS FLYING FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK SEAT AND BACK AGAIN, ALL THE WHILE HER LITTLE HAND HELD ELECTRONIC DEVICE WAS HUMMING AND FLASHING. WE WERE EXPECTING ROOMS TO BE A LITTLE MORE EXPENSIVE HERE SO SHE BOOKED A ROOM AND THE “BUSINESS INN”. WHEN WE GOT HERE AND OPENED THE DOOR TO OUR ROOM WE WENT INSIDE AND JUST KEPT WALKING AND WALKING, WE FIRST PASSED THE KITCHEN AND THEN THE SMALL DINING TABLE, IN ONE CORNER WAS THE BATHROOM AND IN YET ANOTHER ROOM WAS THE DESK, COMPLETE WITH A COMPUTER AND PRINTER, AND FINALLY THE KING SIZE BED, 60” FLAT SCREEN TV, A LIVING ROOM AREA WITH A COUCH, CHAIR AND COFFEE TABLE AND A 7’DRESSER ACROSS FROM THE BED. HELL, THIS IS A SMALL APARTMENT FOR THE PRICE OF A HOTEL ROOM…………WE’RE IMPRESSED.

I HAD TO GO MOVE THE CAR TO A REMOTE PARKING LOCATION BECAUSE ALL IN HOUSE PARKING WAS TAKEN. THIS WAS NOT A PROBLEM SINCE THIS HOTEL IS LOCATED RIGHT DOWNTOWN AND WE CAN WALK TO EVERYPLACE THAT WE WANT TO GO AND WE WON’T HAVE TO USE THE CAR FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS. THE ONLY SMALL INCONVENIENCE, NOT THE FAULT OF THE HOTEL, IS THAT THERE IS A WEEKEND LONG MARATHON RUN GOING ON AND I HAD TO WAIT ABOUT 25 MINUTES BEFORE ALL THE RUNNERS CLEARED AND THE COPS OPENED UP THE STREETS AGAIN BEFORE I COULD MOVE THE CAR.

OTTAWA IS SUCH A REALLY NEAT, EXCITING, FUN AND CLEAN CITY (996,000 PEOPLE) THAT WE COULDN’T WAIT TO GET OUT AND WALK AROUND. WE FELT THIS ATTRACTION THE MINUTE WE GOT HERE SO WE’VE ALREADY DECIDED TO STAY ANOTHER DAY HERE.

WE WALKED TO WHAT MIGHT BE CALLED THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT (THIS IS WHERE THE BYWARD MARKET IS LOCATED, THAT WE’LL BE VISITING TOMORROW FOR SURE). THERE ARE SO MANY RESTAURANTS THAT YOU ALMOST CAN’T COUNT THEM ALL AND IF YOU MULTIPLY THAT NUMBER BY 10 THAT IS HOW MANY BARS AND CLUBS THERE ARE AND IF YOU DIVIDE THAT NUMBER BY 3 THAT IS HOW MANY RESTAURANT / BARS THERE ARE…………ANYWAY WHEN YOU GET FINISHED WITH THE MATH IT’S ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO TRY TO DECIDE ON A PLACE TO EAT.

WE ATE A JOEY RIDIEU’S. THIS RESTAURANT WAS HAS HIP AS YESTERDAY’S WAS TRENDY AND THE FOOD WAS EXCELLENT, AS A MATTER-OF-FACT THE FOOD ON THIS WHOLE TRIP SO FAR HAS REALLY BEEN OVER THE TOP WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE PLATE OF NACHOS WE HAD A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO…………BUT THAT WAS OUR OWN DAMN FAULT.

THE FARTHER EAST WE GO THE MORE FRENCH IS SPOKEN AND MOST ROAD SIGNS ARE IN ENGLISH AND FRENCH. TODAY I SAW THE FIRST ROAD THAT ONLY IN FRENCH, LUCKILY IT WASN’T ONE THAT PERTAINED TO ME…………….AT LEAST I DON’T THINK IT WAS!!!

OTTAWA IS SUCH A GROOVY CITY, AGAIN, IF CASSIE AND LEXIE ARE READING THIS BLOG WE’RE SORRY THAT WE NEVER TOOK Y’ALL HERE, Y’ALL WOULD HAVE LOVED IT………….CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE US. WELL I GUESS Y’ALL CAN NOW VISIT IT ON YOUR OWN AND WE HIGHLY SUGGEST THAT YOU DO IT AND DO IT SOON.

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Hey look I love your au and I was wondering if you could do Sammy x Susie or Sammy x Jack up to you and maybe see him get along with Wally and another guestion can you please make Sammy’s different personalities please thanks 😊

I'll be honest, this ask was the equivalent of mental whiplash and it made me blank out for half a day.

I'm assuming you were either requesting art or a written prompt, so I went with the latter due to currently being on a commissions only basis for art requests.

I took the liberty to assume this was for SillyTunes AU, where relationships are currently strained, so it's mostly just Sammy and Jack having a heart to heart about past-relationships and repressed feelings.

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It's not that Sammy resented his father for giving him not the best of upbringings. He couldn't entirely hate the man who paid for his education and who told him to do good by himself if he ever wanted to be better than the city abercrombies that ran about thinking they were better than southern joes like them. He was grateful, even, that his father had tried to raise him clever instead of letting his mind rot like the other kids back in their home town (the ones that threw rocks at birds, blew up rats with smuggled fireworks, and who broke property to entertain themselves because their parents couldn't be bothered to teach them any better).

What he did resent was the ideals he'd rubbed off on him. The bigoted views, the generational shortcomings of the Lawrence men that had been passed down like tradition. Views that had gotten Sammy black eyes, split lips, and busted noses. Worse yet, he resented how confused they made him.

Samuel Lawrence Sr. had been the kind of man to sneer at people he thought unsavory. Called them by their skin color like they were disease riddled animals, things Sammy slipped up on even after promising to be better. But where his father simply glared and commented offhandedly what he thought of others who did not share his skin tone, nothing could compare to his hatred of homosexuals. If anything, Samuel Sr. took glee from spitting out the most soul crushing things he could muster to anyone who looked at the same sex "funny". He aimed to hurt the "freaks" that went against the Bible.

How ironic that his own son was a closeted bisexual.

"You know, if anything I thought you'd be focused on the whole 'holy shit I'm a talking sheep' thing, not your repressed feelings for Norman..."

Bless Jack Fain for being who he was. Sammy had gotten along well with the slightly older man from the moment they met. A rarity if you really knew Sammy. He wasn't a people person and often had to be encouraged by his little sister to play nice. But Jack? Jack just eases him into being more open, more honest. He was a safe person to be vulnerable around, and one he could entrust with his little secret.

Mostly because Jack had his own secret: The fact that he was a gay man married to his best friend, a lesbian who'd orchestrated quite the grifter act so that both of them could be married and happy. Sammy had never personally met the woman, but he was grateful she'd managed to make it safe for his friend to be able to be spiritually married with the man of his dreams.

"That's not even the issue right now and you know it..." He sighed, covering his face (muzzle) with his gloved hands as he lay in the hammock he'd claimed for himself. The furthest one in the corner of the 'communal room'.

"Well, there's also the awkwardness with Susie..." Jack carefully tuned his fiddle as he talked, not once needing to look at Sammy to read him like an open book. "Between one and the other, you're pretty strung up on this whole mess."

"Jack, Susie and I ended on really bad terms, and falling back into friendly banter and hugs is physically painful when we both remember what happened." He looked at the shorter and rounder cartoon sheep. Jack was looking at him now, frowning slightly.

"And Norman?" The other asked calmly.

"Hates me because I apparently killed him while I was all whacky from drinking Satan's blood in inky form." Sammy stated dryly. "Cultist shit aside, Norman's married and has kids... Or uh, was married. None of us know who's out there waiting for us..."

"Norman's married life is none of my business but I'm pretty sure he was on the same boat as you. I've seen him eat up both broads and blokes with his good eye like you eye up a chocolate cake..." Jack pointed out, raising his gloved hand when Sammy went to cut him off. "I'm not saying he'd cheat on his wife, I'm just saying the man isn't as straight as you think... Now on the subject of you killing him... Err... Yeah that's rough, but not your fault."

"Because I can walk over to him now and say 'hey sorry for ripping out your heart with an axe, I wasn't myself'?" Sammy huffed and curled up into a tight wooly ball. This was hopeless. Between pining over Susie and Norman, and feeling guilty over all the shit Joey Drew and his damn magical Ink had put them through?

He felt like a fuck-up. A very confused fuck up that couldn't even figure out who he wanted in his life. And, to make it worse, in came someone he really didn't want to talk with...

"Hey guys, whatcha up to?" 'Wally' walked in with a wolfish smile and a chipper tone in his voice.

"Hey Wally." Jack greeted him back, while Sammy ignored the imposter. He didn't trust this guy as far as he could throw him, and it still annoyed him that the others ignored his very valid concerns. He was miserable enough as is. "Just resting... Sammy wasn't feeling well."

"It's all them inkwells he's been draining. It don't hurt us no more but it can't be good for ya to booze it up like that." The cartoon wolf chuckled as he went to his own hammock to retrieve something. "My ma used to say visiting the gin mill when you was down was only gonna put ya in an evil mood."

"You don't have a ma..." Sammy grumbled under his breath, getting a sharp look from the wolf.

"What was that?"

"Baa. I said baa. Laugh it up twit..." He lied as he gave up on getting comfortable. Might as well get up and move on with his life. Do something productive while he was in a funk.

"Don't pay him mind Wally, you know Sammy's not the nicest when he's joed and yearning." Jack laughed, getting an annoyed glare from the taller cartoon sheep.

"Jack!"

"Yearning for what exactly?" 'Wally' blinked in confusion. "Another drink? A slice of that delicious all the way from the cafe? Uh... Miss Campbell?"

Sammy took off his bell and chucked it at the wolf. It bounced off his snout harmlessly before it vanished and reappeared around the music director's neck. Damned thing! The wolf grinned.

"Awww you're still dizzy with the dame! That's real cute Sammy!"

"I'm not having this discussion with you!"

"Half a discussion you mean." Jack snorted.

"Silence Judas!" Sammy stamped his foot (hoof) and snorted loudly, electing to ignore the visible cloudy puffs that exited his nostrils. Toon logic was mind-boggling and the particle effects a bit annoying with how much they made it easy to read his moods.

"If it's about how screwy things got, why don't ya sit down and talk about it? Miss Campbell is a sweet dame, she'll listen." Wally suggested. "Think she might need t'talk it out anyways... She's pretty down about it too ya know."

This caught Sammy by surprise.

"What do you mean?" He couldn't help ask out of curiosity.

"Heard her venting to Norman. Was none of my business but hard not to eavesdrop when them walls ain't up to code or whatever Thomas goes on about with regulations and stuff..." The wolf shrugged. "Anywhos, she felt bad that she blew up on you when Joey gave her the slip. She didn't know Drew literally only told you and left ya to tell her she was fired..."

"I... How does she know that...?"

"Norman. Turns out Joey used to ramble to himself in his office when he thought he was on his lonesome... He was gonna try warn ya both that Joey was being shifty, but by then t'was too late and the damage was done. He felt awful that he wasn't too fast, but then again he wasn't really s'pose to know that anyway. I wonder if Joey would'a known he was watching him if ya both didn't blow up at each other like ya did over the whole replacement thing..."

Norman had told Susie that Joey had screwed things up between them on purpose? The guy had avoided him since going through Thomas and Henry's version of the machine! Why would he go though the hassle?

"See? That counts for something Sam." Jack smiled. "If he hated you he wouldn't be defending your honor."

"Norman Polk, hating on Sammy Lawrence? You guys crack me up! Guy don't have no mean bone in his body... He's all bark and little to no bite unless you deserve a beating!" Wally laughed.

"None of us have bones anymore idiot... But..." Sammy sighed. "Thanks... For the advice. And the information."

"..." The wolf sat down. "Well I'll be. I must be dead, cuzz there ain't no way Sammy just thanked little old me."

The bell was thrown once more and Sammy stamped off as the fake Wally cackled. Jack merely shook his head and muttered something along the lines of young love.

"You're only five years older than me!"

"That's five years worth more experience than you Sam!"

"Fuck off Jack!"

#Eps Writes:#bendy and the ink machine #batim #sammy lawrence #jack fain #wally franks #SillyTunes AU

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What’s your deepest fear? Recently I have had a lot of anxiety about my dissertation and the possibility that I will end up graduating with low grades. That turns into the fear that I’m going to end up sitting around doing nothing meaningful with my life. Or sometimes I fear I am not changing or growing fast enough, that I should be learning from my mistakes more quickly. I often get these huge feelings of doubt and insecurity when I think about my university career, and my ability to succeed. I think it’s rooted in a fear that I will disappoint myself but mainly my parents…

Share a memory that makes you smile every time you remember it. So many. But I’m going to a share a fight memory. My coach Jock was wrapping my hands and giving me a pep talk right before my fight in Nov. He was being very sweet, he really helped me up my game in the run up to my fight, working on my technique and fitness and I’d grown to really like and respect him as a trainer and as my coach. And as he was wrapping my hands he told me that I was to be the first woman to fight for the MXP gym, and that now I was going from being a ‘muay thai practitioner’ to an actual ‘muay thai fighter’, I dunno I guess it meant a lot. He was also the one that gave me my fight name ‘the lioness’, which as a name I really loved.. I’m pretty flattered I was the first woman to fight for both MXP and the Stirling University Muay Thai club What was the last thing you google searched? I was researching the documents you need to teach English in South Korea and Japan, and popular teaching programs. Are you a dreamer or a do-er? I think I’m quite a dreamer. And I am constantly in an internal battle against this side of myself. But 2018 is the year I become more of a do-er! Share one of these dreams of yours. I have lots of dreams! Most of them involve travelling and experiencing as many exciting, new and positive things as I can. When I come back from teaching in Asia I plan to stay in Greece for while, get my boat and sailing certificates. Then I’d like to work on a yacht as part of the crew, sail around the world. Has anyone told you they wanted to fuck you recently? not in such explicit terms, no. But something along those lines was suggested. What are your views on gay people? views? what views? I will literally fight you if you say anything derogatory towards gay people. LOVE IS LOVE. Would you ever have sex with a member of the same sex? I find women really attractive and get crushes sometimes, and yes, as I have had sex with a woman before.

Have you ever just felt like giving up? Yeah. I was feeling like that a bit before Christmas, very dejected and demotivated. Thankfully I feel better now. Slowly coming out of the slump. Is there anything you are holding back from telling somebody? no, no secrets. Do you think the last person you kissed has feelings for you? It’s early days yet. But we definitely had a connection. Do you wish someone would show up at your front door right now? yes but woe is me, I need to stay inside. Do you get high a lot? It goes up and down. For the past couple months before I visited Greece, I was smoking quite a bit yes. to the point where it was just hindering my life and depressing me. Since I’ve been here I haven’t smoked at all. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? J. Is there anything you are hiding from yourself? yeh the pot issue I often just ignore and pretend like its not a problem. BUT NO MORE. I have decided to start being real with myself. Are you an emotional person? not excessively, i’m pretty neutral a lot of the time. But my emotions are pretty intense when they do come about. often I let them dictate my actions. How do you feel right now? groggy af. Would you ever get a tattoo? I have one and I am planning on getting at least a couple more. Next time I have the money I’m going to book an appointment. Are you satisfied with what you currently have in life? yes, I have no reason not to be. Are you one of those people who can’t go without their morning coffee? yes. What was the last photograph you took? I believe it was a selfie.

What was the last hot food you ate? a traditional Greek dish I made with leeks, carrots, rice and fresh herbs Have you ever seen a meteor shower? I have been fortunate enough to see a couple. I haven’t seen any for years though, I must remember to keep an eye out next summer and make sure I’m somewhere the stars are visible when they happen again in august. How often are you optimistic? depends. lately, not at all. But it is definitely part of my new years resolutions. That, along with being more mindful and doing more meditation. Would you say your thoughts are generally rational and logical or irrational and illogical? I do tend to think a bit irrationally at times, mostly because I like to opt for short term gratification over long term benefits. And I do careless things, speak without thinking, or just don’t think things through properly. But I’m working on it. I really hate being like this…I think the first step to stopping this is to stop defining myself by these traits. Are you wearing anything of any sentimental value? Describe? I’m wearing one of Jiggles oversized shirts which has a picture of a rainbow unicorn and the words ‘Totally straight’ written above it. I always used to wear it as pyjamas when I slept at his and one day he told me to keep it. It’s not particularly sentimental other than the fact my ex gave it to me. Are you the type to pay attention to detail? I like noticing details but I’m always searching for the bigger picture, how it all fits together, assessing something as a whole. Sometimes I miss the details because I don’t pay close attention. To you, what is especially distracting? Stress, stressing and pressure of any kind I find distracting. Or social media, social media is fucking distracting and poison for the mind. Actually distraction is an effect of stressing, and social media is the means by which I distract myself, but what I find especially distracting is the fact there is constantly so much activity and so much choice in this world. Often I think if I had fewer choices and opportunities available to me I would be able to commit to one fully and focus much easier. What are some things that are important in your life right now? My degree. It’s the final push cmon Nat. My martial arts training. The benefits I have felt from Muay Thai doesn’t compare to pretty much anything else. And maintaining good relationships with my family and friends. Taking care of my own mental well-being. Making positive personal changes and all those other cliches. When was the last time you did some major cleaning? Before I left for Greece I did a big clean up of the house because it was getting disgusting. Have you ever thrown anything away, and regretted it later? Nothing that I can remember clearly. I mean I’ve certainly done it before but I think that’s just me, I often get paranoid about throwing things away and used to be really bad for hoarding things. Thankfully I have decluttered my life a bit more now so I’m better. Are you the type to regret things, or live and learn? I don’t feel much regret for my past mistakes so I like to think I have lived and learned. Obviously there are some areas where I still make the same mistakes…but it’s a process. How often do you feel like you need time to yourself? I am by myself in Scotland quite a bit, so no I don’t feel like that. Though if I’ve been with people for too long (especially a few days in a row) I definitely require some space after it Do you like being around other people? Why is this? I do get a lot of pleasure from being around other people, i’m an extrovert so I will often seek out other peoples company. In fact sometimes I rely on it as a distraction and use it as a means not to think and deal with internal issues. I need it, almost like a drug. But I recognise that constantly being with others is really not that beneficial for me. it should be quality over quantity. Problem is I believe I work best when I’m in an environment with other people. Do you feel like anyone “gets” you? Who? I feel like a lot of people ‘get’ me. My best friends. Some random people I have met and clicked with instantaneously. And a lot of my old friends from St Lawrence, because we grew up together, understand me more than my friends in Scotland. But it’s like they only get that side of me…they don’t understand the ‘me’ I have become in Scotland. Just like my Scottish friends don’t really get the ‘me’ I was in Greece. Jiggles I used to feel like he understood me so wholly. Obviously not anymore.. there is a part of me that now feels no one will ever know every single part of me, because they’d have to understand the perspective I am coming from and the one I currently experience. Which is impossible because all our experiences are unique to ourselves. What would you be most likely to do with a friend, today? going for a coffee and a swim. it was a beautiful sunny day. When are you most likely to be crabby? I don’t do early mornings very well. Also if I’m stressed or really under pressure I become an asshole. How about upbeat and cheerful? mornings, but after I’ve had my coffee. After I’ve exercised. When I’m out drinking. Who challenges you the most? In what way? Battling with control and self-discipline. STICKING TO SOMETHING. Who seems to hold you back? In what way? I think the only person holding me back is myself. And my inability to stick to plans. Sometimes I’ll allow the influence of other people to hold me back as well. When I need to trust myself more. According to the Myer-Briggs test, what personality type are you? I love that shit. taking personality quizzes. even though they are inaccurate as fuck and really only serve to confirm what people like to think about themselves. I got ENFP-t, the campaigner personality What has been preoccupying your mind today? This guy I was hanging with last night. We had a really good time. We were just talking and talking and talking for ages. He took me to this indoor skate park he’d built himself. Then we went back to his house…I assumed he’d invited me round so we could smoke weed together, then he pulls out this bag of coke …well I guess it escalated. But I had a great time. kind of wish I’d bitten the bullet and slept with him, but we’ve only just met so I wasn’t really comfortable enough.

What was the last opportunity that you passed up, and why? decided against fighting in february even though I’d already said yes and had even been matched so I don’t have a breakdown. my diss is due a month after that and I just know myself, I wouldn’t be able to fully concentrate on winning the fight or completing my work, I sensed disaster. see, I am trying to make sensible decisions even though they pain me greatly Would you rather have a quiet day at home, or be on the go? It’s all about having a balance, right? Sometimes I need my days inside. But I feel like I enjoy my days out a lot more because I’m quite an active person. Do you think you made a good impression on the last person you met? yes i reckon so. How do you feel about people who neglect their pets? fuck those people. If you can’t take good care of them don’t have them! Should there be an application process for having children? I feel like that would be a sure way of making it an elitist thing, or to stop those without power and money from having kids…I also just don’t think the government should have that right of control over its citizens…regardless of the fact so many babies are being brought into this world and are suffering at the the hands of neglectful families. It should still be our right to choose. I think there should be better sex education and free contraceptives for all who need them.

Are you able to ask for help when you need it? yes, I’m not one of those people who find it hard to ask for help. In fact I would say I am someone that has a tendency to depend too much on others for help, when I run into any difficulties. How intense is your anger? Have you ever hurt anyone/yourself? pretty fucking intense sometimes, but I also get feelings of general annoyance. I have bashed my head against a wall but nothing extreme like cutting. I regretfully have hurt people physically in anger before…I know it’s shameful but I have a bit of a violent streak (I blame the sport and my father.) It’s never anything that leaves a lasting mark but when I lose my temper I snap and can act without thinking. What is something red that you like to eat? tomatoes!! fucking love tomatoes. Do you ever have trouble getting lighters to work? sometimes. If someone drinks, would that lower your opinion of that person? No I would be a hypocrite if I did. Not that I drink much usually but I don’t like to hold peoples vices against them. Unless they have responsibilities to family or are continuously hurting others with their actions. What if they did drugs? This is sad to admit but it would probably do the opposite. I enjoy drugs myself and yeah, sometimes have a tendency to glorify them. Do you know anyone who is abusive? Are you abusive? I do, yes. not physically but emotionally. I know several people. I would like to think that I myself am not abusive, but we all have tendencies to do abusive things without realising it. Actually one of the things that lead to my last break up was my ex bf insisted I had been acting abusive towards him when we went on this trip together to Vietnam. It quite shocked me…made me reassess some things. Mostly that if he felt I was being abusive I probably was crossing the line…and because I couldn’t bring myself to treat him any better, the break up felt like the right thing to do. I think. Have you ever contemplated cheating on anyone? yes, there have been temptations. And I would be lying if I said I have not cheated… If your best friend wanted to cheat on his/her partner, you would say? I mean it’s up to them. Assuming they really loved their partner and was generally happy in the relationship, or if they were drunk and about to make a stupid decision, I would try to stop it. But since neither of my bffs are like that I would probably trust them to make their own decisions. I am not here to judge them although I would probably gently try to warn them about the consequences. Who do you know that gives very sound advice? Isabella gives me pretty sound advice. She’s honestly my rock. And my mum, who has been there for me with all her years of wisdom throughout all my troubles, break ups and other things besides. Between them I can keep myself in check. What do you think makes a person weak? someone who never confronts their fears…is a coward…someone who preys on the weak, whose egos is fragile, who can’t deal with any criticism. Someone who doesn’t have morals, who doesn’t care about anything, and revels in their indifference. What makes a person strong? I guess it’s the quality of being able to pick yourself up, again and again, despite life’s knocks. It’s about tenacity. It’s about standing strong to your principles and being true to yourself and to others. It’s about honesty…and having the courage to do the right thing even though it’s the hard thing. Name one thing that you think defines you as a person? I would like to think it’s the fact that I’m soft but also pretty tough. The reality is probably different …I don’t know..I think that I stand out from the crowd a bit…because I’m not scared of being unique and acting like myself. And i’m willful as all hell. Okay that was three things but I really can’t say! Who do you go to when you need comfort? Tamsin. I find that she will always empathise and knows what to say when I’m feeling shitty. We’ve known each other for so long and our friendship means so much to me. I also like to go to my sister, who always helps me see the humour in things and usually gives me a fresh perspective on the situation. But I might go to different people for different things, depending on why I needed comforting.

Is there anyone/thing with whom/which you like to cuddle? I used to love cuddling Jiggles, that guy was the most cuddly guy I knew. He was always so enthusiastic about hugs. And he liked to ruffle me and pick me up and shake me in a big hug like a rag doll. Now all the cuddling action I get is from my stuffed animal, Kitty. Do nightmares still bother you? I have never really been troubled by nightmares. Apart from the one off or in a period of high anxiety, but usually I sleep soundly. At what age did you start to feel like a teen, and not a kid anymore? I think 15 was the threshold for me.

Are you or were you in a hurry to grow up? I wasn’t in a hurry before, and I am certainly in no hurry now. If anything it’s even worse now because I am supposed to be a fully fledged adult, and I look like one, but am certainly, 100%, not one. What is a fear you have about living on your own? I get lonely. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle living completely by myself. I waste a lot of time when I think no one is watching. Who was the last person to completely fascinate you? Thomas Shelby from the peaky blinders. I know he is a fictional character but I am full on obsessed.

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