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Top 10 Arnold Schwarzenegger movie

Ah ,Arnold .As a kid with an action loving dad ,I grew up on a steady diet of his flicks .Some are legit great ,some are not ,but they are at least memorable

Also sorry Commando is not on here,cause I dont remember if I have seen all of it

10.Batman and Robin

Hey this is favorite list ,not best .I know this film has been trashed to High Heaven over 25 years .....But damn its got fun moments and one of them is the hilarious miscasting of Arnold as the films villain Mr Freeze .While I do maintain he is miscasted.....Arnold seems to be having fun .It is one of the only times I can think of where you get to see Arnold as a scene chewy villain ,and him hamming it up and making ice puns is kind of a joy to watch

9.Conan the Destroyer

So I wanna save my opponion on Conan the Barbarian for later ,I'll just say I like it a lot and that this films big flaw is it doesnt live up to that first film.....That said I love that this film does its own thing .THis film is basically a D&D campagn with a ragtag group of heroes : big tough barbarian ,a weasly thief ,a kooky wizard ,a badass warrior woman , a princess ,and a token evil teamate who is working for the big bad ,all on a quest where they fight wizards and monsters and so forth . Cast is fun with returning players Arnold and Mako being a ton of fun ,SArah Douglas is a great villain ,but the scene stealer is Grace Jones . Its not perfect but if your in the mood for a quest based fantasy film,this is a fun watch

8.Kindergarten Cop

....OK I might get some shit for not putting this higher ,so I just wanna say its a really good movie. It uses Arnold comedy gifts well ,big tough movie cop being a kindergarten teacher is a hilarious premise , and I like the darker aspects that offset the comedy ....So why dont I have it higher?Honestly its just not a film I seek out .EVery time I have watched it it was because it was on TV or someone else was watching it .I'm also not a comedy person in general and If I do its something either dark or absurd . Will say it is a great movie ,just not one I watch a bunch

7.Last Action Hero

Now this is a movie with a great premise that I wish it did more with ,a kid being sucked into a action movie .It sets up some idea that I wish it went all the way with .That said there are hilarious moment s (ARNOLD AS HAMLET ),a weirdly great cast (Anthony Quinn is in this thats amazing ) ,Arnolds great ,and I actually love the main villain played by Charles Dance ,who is set up as a henchmen before hijacking the main villain role

6.Jingle All The Way

OK let me explain -THis is a nostalgic Christmas movie for me ,and this is my fave Arnold comedy....Kind of BECAUSE it is so weird . You have ARNOLD ,this musclebound action man ,playing a put upon every man ,whose trying to get a toy for his kid and dealing with rageaholic reindeer ,battling a warehouse of con men Santas led by Jim Belushi ,while a lustful Phil Hartman is trying to seduce his wife and it climaxes with him becoming a superhero fighting a psychotic Mailman played by Sinbad .....This film is fucking INSANE .......I LOVE IT .I love the skeevy performance of the late great Phil Hartman and its such a weird mix of ingredients ,I dont know if its GOOD ,but I resally love this insane movie

5.Terminator

I do think this film has aged a bit,i ......But its still really good ,in fact I think that makes it unique. The film has a dingy handmade quality , like you can tell this is an unpolished not high budget film and that makes is so cool .It is also VERY 80's ..Linda Hammilton and Michael Biehn are great but the scene stealer is Arnold as the villain .ONE.OF .THe COOLEST .BAD GUYS .EVER .Arnold is weirdly perfect as a unstoppable killer robot ,and he is aided by the effects work of Stan Winston (I will bring him up a few times )

4,Total Recall

Now we get to the great movies in my oppinion . This film is both really interesting with its sci fi concept and questioning of what is real and what is a simulation .....But its also a fun action romp with one liners and Arnold kicking but galore .Also cant go wrong with Michael Ironside and Ronny Cox as your villains

3.Predator

OK these top 3 are so good I could make them a tie ,but I do have a preference.It starts off as a military action movie with big burly tough guys like Arnold,Bill Duke,Carl Weathers and Jesse Ventura doing macho tough guy things.....And then you realize this is a HORROR film ,and that these big tough action heroes are being hunted as prey by a very terrifying monster . I wish more movies did genre switches like this .It s also a rare Arnold isnt the focus,the real star is monster .I swear it people,The Predator is one of the most intimidating and terrifying villains in Sci Fi and I will give all credit to not only the effects work of Stan Winston but the amazing performance of the late Keven Peter Hall ,who makes possibly the best opponent Arnold has ever faced

2.Terminator 2 Judgement Day

So if I was going by best this might be number one cause.....I cant deny it,this is an action masterpiece .It does what a sequel should and it BUILDS on the first while also being its own film .I think it might be Arn9olds best performance ,the effects both practical and CG are groundbreaking ,the action is heartpounding ,Lind Hamilton is AMAZING and while the Predator is the best villain Arnold has faced ,the T100 is number 2 for me ,theis terrifying shapshifter is just relentless

1.Conan the Barbarian

That said this is my fave . If its sequel is a D&D campagn ......This is an epic poem .The action is grand ,the set design is grand , the MUSIC is one of the best film scores ever ,and the supporting cast includes legends like James Earl Jones,Mako and Max Von Sydow ,and it does all this while telling a timeless tale of revenge .I think ,while he has better performances down the line,this is the best use of Arnold and being one of my favorite fantasy films, I had to give it the top spot

What are your fave Arnold movies

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[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

I dont know if your accepting requests right now, but I love your kiddo headcannons. Could you do the Kiddo's reacting to Reiner asking you to marry him? I just really want to know who's going to get excited for the wedding, if any of the kids are going to be upset...your headcannons are just the best!!

Hey! Yes my requests are open, it's written in my bio tho i get it might be confusing. Imma make sure to also write it on the navigation post.

And by the name of persephone this the cutest most wholesome kiddo scenario! How did i not think of that? Just what realm of heaven are you living on Anon? Whatever it is thank you for blessing us with this thought💛

You're with Reiner, he wants to propose but his cousins overhear him.

{ Reiner x reader | tw:marriage tw:proposing tw:parental-neglect tw:heavy-angst | cartoony?, fluff, angst with comfort | modern }

{ The Lanterns, circa 1910 by Charles Courtney Curran 1861-1942 }

"And no opening the door to anyone no matter how sorry you feel for them, okay?" Colt said while adjusting the tie around his neck, making sure it's even as he takes one final look at himself in the mirror before putting on his coat.

"Okay" Falco replied, watching as his brother was getting frustrated with the too many buttons on his coat. "Do you need help?"

Nodding his head, Colt let Falco do his buttons while he reached for the cup of coffee he left on the table, quickly finishing it all. "And make sure to get to bed on time, no staying up reading comic books, you have school tomorrow."

"Don't worry I won't" Falco looked in concern at the empty coffee cup, "isn't this your third one today? I don't think you should be drinking this much..."

"You worry too much Falco, just take care of yourself okay?" Colt rubbed his brother's hair, before patting his head. "I'll text you to check on how you're doing so make sure to charge your phone."

And just like that, Colt wrapped a scarf around his neck, grabbed his keys, and left through the door. Leaving Falco standing there at the entrance, alone in the house.

Looking around the quiet room, Falco picked up the empty cup before washing it in the sink. Just as he was putting it away, the door bell rang.

'Did he forget something?' He thought, wondering if it's his the keys again. But looking at the table, he could see nothing was there.

Wait...Colt did take his keys before leaving, why would he be ringing the doorbell.

The ringing got more frequent, followed by aggressive knocking. Falco took a step back into the kitchen, thinking if he could dash upstairs to get his phone in time.

But he didn't want to trouble his brother...Think Falco think! What would captain america do in this scenario? But Reiner always told him he should think for himself...

And so he grabbed a knife, slowly inching towards the door but then he heard it, that fimilar sound.

"Falco? You in there? It's freezing open the door!"

"Gabi?!" Dropping the knife, Falco rushed to the door. Quickly unlocking it as a very cold looking Gabi stepped inside.

"What took you so long? I can't feel my fingers!" Rubbing her hands together to attempt to warm them up, Gabi glared at Falco.

"Sorry I thought you were a-" he looked away at the knife "uh..anyway let me get you a blanket" before he could rush up the stairs, Gabi pulled him back.

"No there's no time! We have to leave now." Holding his hand, Gabi dragged a very confused Falco out the door and they began making their way to the next destination.

-

Soon enough, the pair found themselves standing outside Udo's house, directly under his window.

"You still haven't told me why we're here." Falco watched as Gabi was looking for something on the ground, he stiffened when she smiled after picking up a small rock.

"I will tell you once Udo and Zofia are here, it's very important." She handed him the rock. "Now let's focus on getting Udo here, make sure to aim for his window because his mom is a really light sleeper."

"Wait if that's the case then why didn't we go to Zofia's house first? She lives right opposite of mine!" Falco whisper-shouted.

"Because! Neither of us can deal with a sleeping Zofia and you know that, only Udo knows how to wake her up." Gabi explained, crossing her arms while getting impatient. "So hurry up and throw the rock!"

Flaco looked at Udo's window, then at the rock. He looked at Gabi one last time before closing his eyes and throwing it, it made a sound as it hit the window....nothing happened

"Why am I the one throwing the rocks?" He looked anxiously at Udo's dark window, moving his weight from one leg to the other.

"I'm stronger. If i throw it, I'll break the window." Gabi was looking for another rock, having found one slightly bigger than the last. "Here try this one"

-

Having reunited again, the four of them were walking down the street to Reiner's house late at night. Gabi leading the group, Falco following her reluctantly, Udo keeping a still sleepy Zofia from walking into a wall while in her pajamas.

"This better be good Gabi, otherwise you can forget about copying my math homework for a month." The thought of just turning around and going back home to bed was still in the back of Zofia's mind.

Having almost reached Reiner's house, the four of them could see multiple cars parked outside of it, some of them they recognise.

"See! I told you all it'd be worth it. They're having a secret party without us! I heard Reiner talking about it on the phone with Zeke this morning when I was pretending to be asleep so I don't have to walk home." Gabi said as they sneaked to the side of the house.

"That's mister Zeke's car, miss Annie's and...even Porco's too.." Udo said as they climbed the house fence.

"They invited Porco but not us?" With that information, Zofia was fully awake.

"That's exactly what I've been telling you guys about! Here look!" Standing on her toes, Gabi looked through the window, between the curtains. Three heads joining her soon.

Looking inside, they could see the living room they were so fimilar with, looking really different. For once it wasn't a mess of pillows and candy wrappers! It was actually clean with various candles adding to the atmosphere.

Zeke and Pieck could be seen siting next to each other on the couch, drinking some wine while Colt is in the arm chair next to them with Porco pushing a drink in his hands.

Annie and Bertolt are leaning against the wall, she's holding a plate of donuts while he's talking about something.

Finally, you and Reiner are sitting on the couch opposite to Zeke and Pieck. His hand is around your shoulder and he keeps taking glances behind him at bertolt, while Zeke stares at him from the front.

If you focus, you can hear the muffled sound of music playing in the background.

The four kids watched as Reiner whispered something in your ear, before you noded, got up and headed towards the kitchen. The second you left, all of them crowded at the couch next to Reiner, Talking in hushed tones.

"What...are they doing?" Udo watched as Reiner took out a small red box from his pocket, hands shaking while the people around him leaned in to see what's inside as he opened it.

Quiet gasps and awws followed after as the ring inside came into view, glittering in the dark by the candlelight. Although that only seemed to fluster Reiner even more.

The four of them looked at each other with wide eyes, then back at the ring as Reiner reached out to hold it delicately in his hand for a few seconds as if he's offering it up to the air in front of him, the room got quiet, everyone holding their breaths.

"Oh " Falco said, "i...think i know what's going on." Both Udo and Zofia noded.

"What?" Gabi knitted her eyebrows, tilting her head, "what's going on?"

Before any of them could answer, Zofia told them to keep quiet when she noticed you walking back in the room, the ring back in the box inside Reiner's pocket.

Everyone was now standing, smiles on their faces, even Annie showing one of her rare ones. You were holding a new plate of donuts when you noticed them, with Reiner in the middle, nervous eyes staring right at yours.

Stepping towards you, Annie took the plate before going back to her spot. A few chuckles from Zeke, Bertolt and Pieck followed while Reiner shock his head.

Still outside, the kids saw Reiner start talking about something. Whatever it is, it must have been emotional because everyone in the room was listening with anticipation.

"I can't hear anything" unlocking the window, Gabi opened it just slighly. The muffled sound of music becoming clear as Reiner was finishing his speech.

"And you'd make me the happiest man in the world" he got on one knee, hand taking something out of his pocket. "If we could spend the rest of our lives together and I'll cherish every single moment you're by my side."

He opened the red box, holding the ring in front of you, eyes pleading. "Will you please marry me?"

The second you said yes, Reiner pulled you in the tightest most loving hug in your life, muttering "thank you"s under his breath. You could taste saltiness of his tears when he kissed your lips, still not letting go.

"He's crying" Udo said, feeling his own glasses getting a bit blurred.

"They're kissing." Falco's face was as red as a tomato, covering his blushing face with his hand but looking through his fingers.

"Annie finished all the donuts" was Zofia's comment with a pout.

Gabi's hold on the window got tighter, her lips quivering. "We have to stop them. They can't get married!" And like that, she slammed the window open before climbing inside.

"Gabi! Wait!" Falco tried grabbing her sleeve but was too slow, so he climbed after her into the room.

As expected from two children suddenly breaking in the room through the window, everyone's eyes were on them with surprised expressions.

Looking straight at Reiner, Gabi pulled you away from him before snatching the ring box from his hand. "NO! no one is marrying anyone" with all her might, she threw the box to Falco before telling him to run away.

Having been dragged into the middle of this, Falco looked at Colt's concerned expression, Reiner's confused face and Pieck's amused one. Stepping near Colt, he was about to give him the ring when he saw Gabi's face, making his stop midway.

"Run Falco! Just go!" She yelled, tears streaming down her face, legs shaking. "They can't leave us! Not like our parents did..."

Falco felt his chest tightening, recalling how empty the house feels with just him and Colt being away for work most of the time. How cold it is, unlike the warmth he feels whenever they stay over at your house.

He began tearing up too, holding the box so tightly to his chest.

It was Reiner who made the first move, while everyone was stunned looking at the two crying children. Pulling the both of them to his chest as they sobbed, he wrapped his arm safely around them. He looked at you and you followed in his steps.

-

After some time and explaining, Colt was comforting Falco while on the couch with Pieck doing the same on his other side. You had Zofia on your lap while she ate some Donuts you stashed away from Annie. Gabi was still clutching to Reiner with Udo on his other side doing the same.

Gabi would take a bite out of a donut, cry a bit then take another bite. Sometimes glancing at the red box on the table.

With time, reassuring words and Zeke making the kids laugh, things slowly got better. Reiner and you completely reassured them that you're never leaving, you love them more than anything in this world. That getting marriage is going to get you even more closer together than anything.

Hearing those words calmed Gabi down, each of them made you make a pinky promise to not replace them ever, same thing to Reiner.

That's when Bertolt brought up the fact you still haven't worn the ring, and it might make them feel better if they were the one to place it on your hand. And that seemed to grab their attention as they began arguing between themselves which one of them should do the honour.

{ The Lanterns, circa 1910 by Charles Courtney Curran 1861-1942 }

Headcanons

Strap in because boi are we in for a ride. These kids went through a lot even in a modern non-war world

They all have an altered negative view on marriage, especially Gabi and Falco.

Both of Falco's parents are deceased, he lives alone with Colt who's trying his hardest to work and take care of both of them, of course Zeke and Pieck help a lot too and try to be his stand in parents.

He knows about love and how good it is, he just thinks marriage would mean you and Reiner might also go away.

Gabi's parents are alive and well, they're just rarely in her life. She's an alone child with no siblings, so far Reiner has been her only relative that she counts as family.

Her parents often leave her at her aunt's house whenever they go on a trip away, or as she started getting older, alone in the house. It gave her a lot of freedom but also a misguided and neglectful life.

Reiner has been trying to fill both roles of her parents for her, and when you came along it was like a dream coming true, she suddenly has someone who truly cares for her being and loves her unconditionally.

So when she heard you were getting married, something in her snapped and fears about you both leaving her too just like her parents clouded her mind.

Udo and Zofia both have their moms only, they bond over it. In Udo's case it was after his father passed away in an accident that his mother became really overprotective and Borderline overbearing.

She's worried about everything, he feels like it's his fault somehow and can't help but copy her anxiety and paranoia.

When he heard about you getting married, he felt a sting of pain and guilt, like he's getting in the way and it never was his real family to begin with.

Zofia's mom is another case, her dad left them when she was younger without a word. Her mother lost trust in anyone after that and was emotionally unavailable.

She saw how hurt her mother was over her dad, she wanted to be strong for her mom and never have to depend on anyone.

So when she heard you were getting married, a sense of dread filled her at realising one of you will hurt the other somehow and she will have to be strong on her own again.

The four of them looked up to you both, were loved and cherished by you both like they've longed for so long.

They fear losing you, they fear losing the warmth, love and care you showed them.

So take it slow with them please, they've been hurt a lot. They don't mean to be ungrateful or rude they're just kids who are terrfied.

Be paitent and slowly introduce them to marriage in a new light, let them grief over their own parents in a healthy way while comforting them. Make them feel included in the planning and wedding and everything and I promise you they'll be fighting for the flower girl spot at the wedding if you just take it slow and gentle.

Yes even Falco and Udo want to be the flower girl.

#reiner braun x reader #aot reiner #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner x y/n #reiner x you #reiner🕯 #tw: marriage #tw: proposing #aot #snk #aot x y/n #snk x reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #marriage #proposing #kiddo gang🕯 #aot gabi #gabi braun #aot falco #falco grice #aot udo #aot zofia

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Ok here are some of my kinda headcanon about Peter Maximoff aka quicksilver aka Ralph Bohner.

1. If Ralph really was in witness protection and Jimmy was the agent assigned to his case then I am 100% sure they would become best friends and make the most chaotic pair ever

2. We know Peter has 2 sisters, as it was mentioned in a Apocalypse or DoFP deleted scene he has his little sister the one he was sitting with and then a other one that was only mentioned, that means there is probably a Wanda in Peter's universe which leaves the question a) what happened to her and b) why does peter never mention her, my headcanon is that she ran away after discovering she was a mutant because she wanted to live a normal life, peter hasnt seen her in years and that memory in WV of them on Halloween is actually Peter's memory not MCU Wanda's

3. Peter's brain is just as fast as he is physically meaning he processes and understands things faster than any of the other XMen, Charles and Jean most of the time cant see into his mind as it's going to fast for them to understand

4. Peter and Storm have the best friendship after Apocalypse and shes the first one to notice hes missing when Agatha takes him Storm is also the one he talks to the most, he shares almost everything with her and even let's her share his twinkies, shes the only other person who knows about Eric being his father so after Raven died they where basically inseparable

5. Peter and Raven also had the best friendship he was one of the only people besides Eric and Charles that Raven would talk to about her childhood, Kurt is Ravens son a d I refuse to believe anything different so Peter bonded with her over having family members who didnt know they were related and they had this kinda contest going to see who would tell who first, when he woke up after DP and realized she was dead he was really distraught and he has a playlist or CD or vinyl or something in his room with her name on it that's full of songs that he thought she would like and he had planned to give it to her before Dark Phoenix

6. After peter gets back to his universe he still has all of Pietros memories, so he feels the same connection to Wanda that Pietro did

7. Peter still remembers everything that happened in Westview, he especially remembers the twins, sometimes he tells Ororo about all the crazy pranks they pulled together and how much he misses them and sometimes he sees a kid out on the street that looks like Billy or Tommy he'll freeze and all his memories with them will flash through his head

8. In Apocalypse when he says to Raven "for someone who can move as fast as I can I always seem to be to late" or something like that he says that because when he found out Eric was his father he tracked him down to tell him but by the time he got there he was gone and nina was already dead

9. (This wasnt in the original post because I forgot it so I'm editing it in now) Peter and Scott pretend like they dont get along a d that they hate each other but they are actually really good friends and also they are roommates at the school, sometimes Peter still feels guilty about not being able to save Alex from the explosion even though hes never met him just because he knew how much he meant to everyone, and Scott always reassures him that it wasnt his fault and sometimes he even tells Peter story's about him and Alex from when they were kids which leads Peter to tell Scott stories about his younger sister

#peter maximoff is my baby and he deserved better #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #eric lehnsherr #charles xavier #ororo munroe #xmen storm #xmen raven #lorna maximoff #wanda maximoff #xmen universe #tommy maximoff #billy maximoff #jimmy woo

[shyrose57]

Part 2 with da angst

2: Young Ranbob did not understand at all what was going on, infact he refused to believe he ever had anything to do with the sabotages, it was only when Dream took over completely and gave Ranbob enough of his mind to know what he was doing, did he finally accept it. He tried and tried to break Dreams control and get control of his body back, but nothing he did ever really worked, and the more he tried Dream eventually began to punish him, forcing him to stop. He felt aboustely awful, like a failure, a murder, and just a shitty person during all of this. His journal shows basically all of his mental decline, it went from normal, him recording special things during the day, to semi-normal, him expression concern and fear over the sabotages and killings (with some out of place words or sentences here and there appearing half way through, showing Dreams presence), to recordings from someone with obvious mental distress (misspelled words, extreme fear, showing fear of himself, hasty writings and drawings, very obviously out of place sentences (their neater than the rest and written differently, written by Dream), and meaningless words and sentences, obviously trying to say something but not knowing how too), all they way to flipping entries of when Ranbob is in control (sadness, despair, hasitly done, regret, and just heavy sentences) to when Dream is in control (Neat writing, stating "facts", showing a level of glee). Ranbob does still have it, he actually still uses it to record what happens in the groups and how far he's come. To the Gladiators its more of a "Hey I found this thing, lets read this thing." "No let's not read the thing." "Im going to ignore you and read it anyway.". The pictures are from the current ruined state of the City of Mizu, and pictures showing Ranbob at the fishermens house, struggling to walk and even eat on his own, though a few are from before Dream ever got a hold of Ranbob. 

3: The way you just said "Causally drops some trauma on them, huh?" And "Traumatized gremlins" made me laugh so much. Its so accurate and made me just think of the brothers vibing toghere before I just pop in and drop tons of trauma on them before dipping. "Ah, damn, the opponent stared me in my chest." "WHY ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS!? YOUR BLEEDING OUT!" "Oh im used to this. Trust me I'll survive...probably." "RAN I SWEAR!". And "Ranbob when did you last eat?" "Uhhh, 2 days ago I think." "..." "D-did I eat too soon? I dont have to eat for another day or two max-" "Ranbob shut up and eat." "B-but-" "If you dont eat I'll tell Benjamin." "OK ok I'll eat."  Ran thinks its normal to get stabbed often, while Ranbob thinks its normal to only eat every 2 or 3 days, and to not sleep for a long time. There is one particular hunter that's been hunting him the longest, they go by Raq and are the most determined to get Ran, though they don't plan on killing him, but rather kidnapping him and exploting him for pearls. It was a bit hard at first, Ran kept having to leave to wander around the City for a bit, though he eventually successfully got accustomed to staying in one place, though he does sometimes wish he could travel again. 

4: A bit of everything, him getting violent and trying to run at first. But after that it fades more into what resembles a depressive state, with him refusing to move and crying while being lost in his head. He requires space to move around but be monitored in the first state, while for the second he needs constant comfort and physical contact. The aftermath was the fishermen and Jackie staying close to Ranbob for the next 2 days, while Grievous and Watson try to find Ran after he stormed off in anger and disbelief. Ran does know what a relapse means, but during the time he believes Ranbobs relapse might be something else (like his facade faulting maybe).

5: Not long at all, while Ran is carrying Jackie and Cletus makes fun of them as Ranbob is following him, Jackie quickly points out how Ranbob is like a lost puppy, and the same thing is basically happening to the two of them, but showed different ways. (The brothers making sure their family is safe by sticking close to them).

6: By the time they travel to Subbin, Ranbob has gained like 80 pounds and is a way more healthy weight and looks much more healthier than when the fishermen first found him. 

7: Their usually either getting materials, looking around the area/exploring, being taught things by someone, or sleeping. Charles was the one who revived the nickname! He called him that when trying different tactics to calm him down from a nightmare, Ranbob immediately froze and after a while started to cry, Charles panicked but Ranbob quickly comforted him, saying he just hasn't heard Bobby used in such a long time and brings back both incredibly happy and incredibly sad memories. And with permission, Charles starts using it more. Ran also freezes when hearing it, immediately going ridged and almost ripping a map he has in his hands, when asked by Grievous what was wrong, he just growled out nothing and moved on. Though he does mull over it later, conflicting emotions running all over him. 

8: Helping separate Ran and Ranbob was already big for the gladiators. As most people would just watch with glee. Then when they get time to talk and make the connection between Ran and Ranbob, they decide to make a exception and willingly put in effort to bond with the other group. Also them just naturally connecting made the bonding and trust easy between the groups. 

9: They do both! They keep some books, pictures, and other stuff, but sell others as relics. Ranbob mostly disapproves of them selling the items, but also knows it'll probably be best to sell them, and have them either spread the story of Mizu as a warning, or have the story of Mizu destroyed by assumptions and twisting of the story. 

10: I'm thinking maybe a Wilbur decendent is inhabiting a certain town, and when the groups stop in for a break, Wilbur decendant  houses them and listens to their story, and tries to help?

11: They mostly just find them, they either find them in book stores or ruined towns and cities (maybe I can put The Masquerade tale in here somewhere), a wide range of people, from scholars to plain history nerds, to books from during the time of the SMP itself to books written by seemingly no one. Ranbob finds some himself, mostly when exploring with the group. I think I misworded this! Dream is the one who compared Ranbobs journal to Ranboos memory book! Ranbob knows of Ranboos memory book but he himself doesn't see the connection. Ran feels all of the above. He is extremely ashamed and disappointed in himself for hurting his brother, he hugs him tightly and apologizes non-stop, promising to make it all up to him, and while he asks for forgiveness he also says he doesnt expect for his brother to forgive him. Once he finally sees Dream for real though he's the first one to blindly attack and try to kill em. Though he doesnt succeed. 

12: No one expect the brothers where outside in the rain when they fought. So no one knew of what was happening. Its only when Ran finally joined them, but alone, did they get scared and alarmed. And when Ran admits they got into a fight and Ranbob ran off, the fishermen immediately start yelling at Ran and run off to find Ranbob, screaming his name into the deafening thunder. Grievous follows them but Watson and Jackie hang back a bit, Jackie just looks at Ran with a heartbroken expression, tears in his eyes, and asks, with his voice shaking and laced with sadness, "Why can't you at least try to accept him, you dont have to like or forgive him, but why can't you just let him heal?" "Jackie..you dont know what's he done-" "I do know! And I'm willing to help him change and recover! You can't and your his brother! What kind of family member are you?" Ran tries to respond but Jackie just chokes and shakes his head at him, running off to follow the others. Watson then speaks up, simply saying "Mate, your doing more than hurting Ranbob at this point." Before running off to follow and join the others. Ran feels horrible, even before being confronted he so badly wanted to chase after Ranbob, but was to scared too and he constantly was trying to reassure himself that he did the right thing, but no matter what, he couldn't convince himself that was the truth. And after the confrontation, Ran is taking what was said to heart and also considering running away, leaving the group behind and sparing them of all the pain he believes he causes, believing that he's just as bad a family member as Ranbob was. But he doesnt, because he feels like he absolutely needs to talk to his brother and everyone else. 

2: Oh god. Poor Ranbob. He really went through it. It does make me wonder, did anyone notice something was up? His mentor? Parents? Friends? Speaking off, what was his relationship with them all? From what I know, he seemed to be under a lot of pressure, so how did that effect things, and how did Dream’s presence change that? And uh, gladiators reactions to reading the diary? Also, did they get caught reading it, or? And how did everyone in general react to the pictures? The fishermen may have taken the latter, but how did they feel about seeing Ranbob before Dream came into the picture?

3: I tell it like it is, glad to hear it’s made you laugh though. And uh, oh boy. On one hand, I definitely shouldn’t laugh at stabbing and possible starvation. One the other. Ran’s reaction. Ranbob being threatened with Benjamin. Is he often threatened with Benjamin? What exactly happens if Benjamin is told? Will Raq be causing future problems? Is Ran happy to be on the road again?

4: That sucks. Did the gladiators witness it first hand, or did the fishermen kind of realize what was happening and split off for a bit? Reactions to either seeing or hearing this happen?

5: Ranbob’s reaction to this? Heck, all of the fishermen’s reactions?

6: As he should. If he ever starts looking even slightly thin again, Benjamin needs to jump into immediate action! Also, give him a blanket and warm drink, please? Please, he needs it, they all do. 

7: So not too bad, that’s good. Charles was the one, huh? Interesting. Does Ranbob like having it back? And conflicting emotions, hmm? What would those emotions be? Does anyone ever notice the nickname makes him mad? 

8: So the gladiators consider that their big approval? Why’s that? Like obviously, they helped break it up, but was it something particular? Did they get between the two? Jump into the arena? What?

9: A warning of Mizu...there’s something awfully tragic about that. 

10: Sounds interesting! In what way would they be able to help? 

11: Scattered about, hm? So Ranbob knows about Ranboo’s memory book? Did Dream tell him, or did Mizu have a copy, or? And yay, Ranbob finally gets a hug! Most wonderful! Sad Ran doesn’t succeed in murder, but meh. Always next time, I suppose.

12: You...you were really going for my heart when you wrote this, weren’t you? Um, first of all, ouch. Second of all, also ouch. That’s all I’ve got for you right now. Just, ouch, Anon. Ouch.

#dream smp #dream smp au #Brothers AU #tales from the smp #ranbob

[iamstuipedleclerc]

Hi I loved you fic with Arthur and Charles and was wondering if you could do one where Arthur has a panic attack at the paddock and someone finds him and Charles goes into big brother mode please xx

Enjoy my lovelies ❤️

Arthur enjoyed monaco it was his brothers home race and he grew up watching the spectacular weekend. Arthur headed down to the paddock on Friday afternoon to find Charles after free practice.

He headed to the turnstiles and Swiped his pass to let him in. The paddock was extremely busy especially for a Friday. Arthur Shook of the nervous feeling and made his way through the paddock. He Stopped to talk to Some fans Who wanted Stuff Signed and pictures.

The further he got into the paddock the more crowded it was between paparazzi , reporters and staff. Arthur was starting to feel claustrophobic people were bumping into him. Arthur felt his breathing Start to quicken. He made a bee line for the Ferrari hospitality hoping his brothers Would be there. He made it to the Stairs leading up to the drivers room when he Collapsed. He felt like he was Sufocating and tears Started to blur his vision

Sebastian was heading back to his driver room after his practice session when he seen a figure huddled up at the bottom of the driver rooms Stairs. As he got Closer he raised it was Arthur. Seb ran over to him" Arthur whats wrong" He asks when he notices the tears and Arthur’s ragged breathing. "Hey Arthur your ok but you need to Slow down your breathing" Seb coaches but arthur does not respond. Sebastian grabs arthurs band and puts it over his own chest. "deep breaths arthur come on I know you can do it" Seb Says while exaserating his own breathing for arthur to copy.

Arthur felt like he was drowning even with Sebastian's coaching-He Still Couldn't breathe . He just wanted away from all the noise and the crowed forming round the pair. "too.. too many p. . people Arthur managed to Stutter out. Sebastian realised what Was happening . He quickly helped Arthur up putting an arm around his waist to Support the 19 year old. "its ok arthur just keep breathing Slow" Seb Say's while helping him up the Stairs. They get upstairs and into the building and Sebastian leads him into his driver room.

Fabian looked up from his Spot on Sebastian Sofa to see his older brother Stumbling in with none other than his Secret boyfriend wrapped around him. He jumped up to help Sebastian. "What the hell happened Seb" Fabian asked while leading arthur over to the Sofa. "I found him at the bottom of the stairs he couldn't breath, he Said Something about to many people'' Seb says while trying to catch his own breath. Fabian just nodded and turned his attention back to arthur. He knelled in front of Arthur and took both his hands into his "Hey arthur i know this is scary but its going to be ok" Fabian reassured arthur who was now violently Shaking. Arthur looked up to See Fabian looking out at him. "Fabi" Arthur wined out "I'm here Arthur, take deep breaths thats it in and out" fabian Said.

Slowly Arthur got his breathing under control with Fabian's help. Seb Watched in awe Wondering how his brother Was able to calm arthur down. "Fabian I didn't know you and arthur knew each other so well" Sebastian asks. Fabian turned away from Arthur but kept a hold of his hand "we have been dating for 6 months. we didn't Want anyone to know "Fabian says quietly. "you know you can tell me anything Fabian " Sebastian Says, Fabian Smiles "I know Seb but Arthur hasn't told his brothers yet and i didn't want to pressure him". Sebastian nods. "I'm going to see if i can find Charles and lorenzo" Sebastian Says and heads out the door.

Arthur finally felt like he could breathe again and he opened his eyes to meet the steel grey eyes of his boyfriend. "Fabi I didn't know you were here” arthur asks."I was going to come surprise you later Arthur but looks like you beat me to it" Fabian laughs

"I am Sorry Fabian, I dont know what happened me today there was just so many people around" Arthur apologises. Fabian gets up from floor and Sat down on the Sofa and pulled arthur into his Chest "Arthur you have nothing to be Sorry for, it ok to feel overwhelmed trust me" Fabian reassures arthur. Arthur curls into Fabian listening to his heart helped to calm him down . Fabian ran a hand threw Arthur’s fluffy hair and they enjoyed the peace and privacy of the room.

Charles and Lorenzo ran threw the paddock Once Sebastian had found them and explained what happened to their little brother. They thunder up the stairs and barged into Sebastiano driver room. They both freeze at the Sight in front of them. Arthur and Fabian broke apart . "I...I Can explain, I w..was going to tell you" arthur stutterd. Charles rushed to Crouch infront of his little brother "easy arthur, it's ok I promise"' Charles Says. Fabian gives Arthur's arm a squeeze and gets up and leaves Silently to give the brothers privacy. Enzo comes to sit in the space Fabian Vaicated "Arturo what happened today?" Enzo asks while pulling his brother into a side hug. "I dont know It was just So busy today and people were Shoving me" Arthur explains. Charles sighs and gets up to Sit on arthurs Side "Why didn't you tell us, you were coming down we could have met you" Charles asks. "I thought it would have been quiter today" Arthur whispers. Both brothers pull him into a hug.

Charles pulls away from arthur" So you and Fabian huh"he jokes lightly. Arthur looked up at him eyes wide "please dont be mad, I was going to tell you both I promise" Arthur begged. Enzo pulled him into a tighter hug "Arthur we are not mad at you ok, you have nothing to Worry about" enzo promised his youngest Sibling. "we have been dating Just over 6 months now and we were planning a dinner to tell everyone" Arthur explained." As long as your happy thats all that matters" Charles says "were still going to talk to him about the whole if he breaks your heart thing" enzo adds. Arthur groans "guy's why he wouldn't he's so kind and gentle" arthur says with a smile on his face

There is a quite knock on the door and Fabian pokes his head in "I can come back later if..." Fabian Starts "no please Come in " 'enzo Says While getting up from the spot beside arthur. Fabian Smiles and Sits down beside his boyfriend Arthur instantly turns to hug him and Fabian returns the gesture. "you felling ok now baby" Fabian asks. "mmm just tired now "Arthur Says. "why dont you two go back to the apartment and rest" Charles suggests. Arthur looks up at Fabian. "if you dont mind leaving your brother” he Says "no of course not, you need to rest" Fabian Says getting up to grab his Stuff."you ready arthur" he asks. Arthur gets up Slowly "yip, I will see you guys later" Arthur Says. Enzo and Charles pull him into a hug and Charles ruffles his hair. Arthur sticks close to Fabian as they walk through the paddock and to Charle's apartment.

They end up in arthurs room bundled under the duvet watching free practice on tv and where arthur eventually dozed off into a sleep he deserved.

#arthur leclerc #fabian vettel #sebastian vettel #charles leclerc #f1 fanfic

[reddeadrevival]

Hey again! So I dont know if this was done or not yet but I was wondering if you can do some Modern!AU Roommate headcannons of the gang as if they all rented one big house together and what their day to day life in the house together would be like. Thanks!!

Please check if the ask box is open AND read my “What I write” post before sending in an ask. Thank you.  

Oooo let’s see if I can do this without it getting too long

I feel like every morning you’d see Dutch and Hosea having coffee and sharing the newspaper

Uncle would be lounging on the couch ALWAYS

I can definitely see a line for the bathroom and Arthur at the front pounding on the door for Javier to hurry up

He’ll come out, his hair pristine and just say “all yours, amigo” with a smug lil smile

Miss Grimshaw will make sure everyone keeps their rooms clean 

She will scream at Sean many many times, his room is a blackhole disaster

I see the women having little “sleepover” parties (even though they’ll all live in the same house) where they do their hair and nails and all that

They’ll gossip and gush about the men (Molly will talk about Dutch, Karen about Sean, Mary-Beth about Kieran, etc.)

They’ll rope in a few of the guys that don’t mind

Charles will let them braid his hair and he’ll probably end up braiding theirs as well

Javier will LOVE them doing his nails honestly (not a guy for any colour nail polish but if they can make his nails nice and neat he’ll let them.)

Arthur would be like the reluctant (but not really reluctant) dad who lets his daughter do his nails

Anyone makes fun of him for it (*cough* Micah *cough*) you can bet they’re gonna get punched

I see John and Jack playing with Nerf guns or having a water balloon fight (or like with super soakers) on a hot summer day

Abigail is relaxing or doing some gardening (I feel she’d like that) when she’s suddenly hit with a water balloon

Both boys freeze as she slowly turns/looks over

They’ll point at each other, holding any balloons behind their backs

The pure terror in their eyes when she grabs the hose

Everyone inside watching will be crying with laughter

Movie nights!

Their movie collection would be crazy big (because everyone has different tastes/likes)

Dutch will have gotten a popcorn maker for everyone to use

I don’t want this too get too much longer so I’m going to stop it here ^_^ hope you liked those

(Master List)

#kimmykimzombiequeen #modern AU #no reader #arthur morgan #Dutch Van Der Linde #Van Der Linde Gang #Javier Escuella #John Marston #jack marston #abigail roberts #sean macguire #Uncle #hosea matthews #susan grimshaw #Charles Smith #karen jones #mary beth gaskill #molly o'shea #RedDeadRevival #rdr2 headcanons

[ofmara]

*record scratch* *freeze frame* yep, that’s me. BVCNJ hey lads ~ i’m ally, i’m twenty2, my timezone is est, i use she/her pronouns & full disclaimer: i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing! just keep that in mind when you read this.. trash lmao. anyways! if u wanna plot, feel free to hmu on d*scord at HE IS SO BIIIIG 😩👌🏼🧡#2581 or yk use the lil chat thing on tumblr if u wanna start small or w/e FDCNK no pressure. moving on..

mara’s pinterest: here!

content warning: ..none?? who am i???

( ariana grande & cis female. ) oh my god look, it’s mara de luca! she is a 24 year old singer/songwriter from queens, new york. they were first associated with the met cartel 3 years ago, and the tabloids are always saying she is so impulsive & irreverent, but their stans on twitter say that she is actually really magnetic & passionate.

first thing’s first.. i haven’t written a coherent intro in a fucking Minute, so i’m offering premature apologies for the shitshow that’s about to follow, especially since i really waited til the last second to type this out even if this blog’s been Done for a week smh ANYWAYS!

ok so! mara is what i like to call ‘a textbook new yorker’ in that she’s Loud, she Loves Her Family and she’s Unapologetically Herself. my character inspirations for her are joey from netflix’s the circle, fran fine from the nanny, molly gunn from uptown girls and a little bit of cher from clueless sprinkled in there ( mainly bcos of this gifset lmao ). since i came up with her a few weeks ago, i really had so many different personalities for her but like.. let’s keep reading to see that literally all of them were apparently Not True ~

she was born into a very tightly-knit family & grew up constantly surrounded by them. she’s got three older brothers, meaning she’s the Baby of the family, so she’s been uhhhhhh doted on all her life! we stan! that said, she’s never known what its like to be on her own, especially considering that her family was right by her side every step of the way as she slowly grew her career from childhood. she got her start singing the national anthem at a knicks game when she was 8 and slowly built from there. her parents were always suuuper supportive and did all they could to help her achieve her dreams, even though they were struggling to make ends meet.

her parents own a small bakery in queens that they started when her oldest brother was little and have been a staple in the city ever since. though they’re a somewhat popular spot for tourists and locals alike, ny real estate isn’t cheap, so paying rent both for the store and their apartment above it has always been a struggle, especially once they started dedicating a good portion of their money to plane tickets and agents and all sorts of necessities mara needed in order for her dreams to come true. the extra expense was difficult on her brothers as well, though they made a point never to complain when they had to get a second or third job to help pay the bills.

ANYWAYS she grew up veryyyy close to her family and the sacrifices they made on her behalf didn’t go unnoticed, so the first thing she did when she finally Made It was buy them a bigger space for their bakery ( since her parents Love working it even if its rough sometimes, buddy ) and a new house so ;) we love a Family First mentality!

HOWEVER!! when mara first moved to LA in like?? 2015 or something?? idk timelines.. but anyways when she first moved to LA she was.. how u say.... Depressed cos like even though she was Living Her Dream as the artist she’s always wanted to be ( she lived in queens w/ her family up until after her first Big Break cos she’s a big time daddy’s girl ) .. she was essentially on her own since her family stayed in nyc :/ yk, where they live? yeah. so she was on her own for the first time... Ever & it was scary and stressful and essentially, she wasn’t doing great mentally or emotionally, even if she put on that *ari vc* fake smile.

that was untiiiiiiil she got her first ~ hollywood boyfriend ~ aka someone famous who helped both with her career and as a salve to the constant loneliness the bitch always feelin. long story short, he didn’t last long, but she Needed to feel Wanted so she got Another ~ hollywood boyfriend ~ until it became, like, Her Thing to Always be attached to someone in the tabloids and the press and on Entertainment Tonight. we love a codependent bitch! that’s also kinda how she got to be part of the met cartel cos she immediately attaches herself fully and completely to everyone she meets & falls a little bit in love with every person who has ever said hello to her, so.. Yeah! most of her friendships were likely formed because she just would not leave them alone ( she’s clingy and needy As Fuck, but she knows she is, so she’s constantly worrying about it aka she’s always wondering if people really like her cos she’s been said to be “too much” and “annoying” by some people who.. weren’t interested in being her friend ) anyways.. feel free to lmk if u want ur chara to hate her cos she will fully have her feelings hurt but still want them to like her cos shes a, say it with me kids, people pleaser ~

its v clear why i thought of joey & fran for inspo ( espeeeeecially fran, now that i think about it: i.e. constantly searching for love, lovingly obnoxious ) but as for why she’s like molly gunn... bitch is uhhh naive as fuck and will trust anyone who is even a little bit nice to her so peep her constantly seeing everyone through rose colored glasses and immediately feeling like her heart is broken when they turn out to be someone completely different lmao! also yk in the little mermaid when ariel was like “but daddy, i love him!” ??? YEAH, that’s mara to a fucking T, m8!

i could quite literally go on and on for hours, but to keep it short and sexy, here’s her stats page & i’ll follow up with a list of some little tidbits of info.. some Quirks, if u will..

she hiccups when she cries & BOY does she cry often BVJNCDKM

cannot cook a single mf thing to save her life? yeah.. her parents wanted to let her work in the bakery but .. she burned everything so she was cashier ;)

can quote the entirety of bring it on: all or nothing & as a segue from that, she is very chatty during movies if she’s with even one other person but Silent when she’s alone

will challenge anyone and everyone to mario kart wii as long as she gets to play yoshi ( she has a vendetta against baby peach )

is Constantly Freezing, so she’s always in thick socks and turns the heat up high when she’s at home

has a cavalier king charles spaniel named piper ( yes, i'm using a fc for her dog )

i’m gonna b p selective with which ari songs she’s released both bc i dont like All of ari’s songs & for character purposes ( rip in peace, sweetener )

is classically trained on the piano and sometimes just plays classical music for fun, making up silly lyrics at parties and whatnot lol she’s just Fun & Quirky like that

owns every season of the o.c. on dvd

she has a car but i havent decided if she ever drives it ( or what kind it is, tho i assure u my virgo ass will be researching it at some point ) since she really just barely passed her driver’s test

is constantly in the tabloids for one dumbass thing after the other mostly as an excuse for me to make tabloid edits but like... i love that for her & will 100% be down to include any and all of u if u lmk u wanna be in one

and many more, but i’m really just sitting here rambling UGH EW so lms for plots cos i’m unprepared & i don’t have any wc’s! very on brand for me, i must say

#met:start #♡ — ❛ out of character. ❜ #when u use recycled tags and cant remember what the fuck they are? yeah #anyways!

[daveyjacobss]

hot chocolate

crutchie x reader

[newsies modern au]

12 days of xmas: day three

summary: come for the hot chocolate, stay for the cute boy behind the counter.

a/n: hi sorry this is so much later than planned !! lots of stuff going on. this isn't my favorite but i think it's cute, hope you enjoy :) also, editing? i dont know her.

masterlist

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Y/N loves Christmas, she really does. She just can't imagine working in a Christmas store all year round. Still, she was in desperate need of some ornaments for the tree back at home. She strung the lights around it, but it just looked sad and empty without any ornaments on it. It was her first year in her new apartment, and Christmas tree ornaments hadn't occurred to her when she was writing the list of things she would need. Plus, it was below freezing outside and her fingers were going numb - and she was pretty sure the Christmas store two blocks from her new place sold both hot chocolate and ornaments.

It was warm when she walked in, and Little Drummer Boy was playing softly. She sighed, smiling slightly as she unwrapped her scarf from around her neck. Despite the fact that she would hate working there in the summer, working there during the holidays seemed magical. It was as if she was walking into a real life winter wonderland. She took a quick look around, finding the counter quickly. There was a menu hanging on the wall, with hot chocolate at the top of the list. Adding marshmallows was extra, so she decided she could do with out them to ensure that she would have enough money for ornaments.

There was nobody standing at the counter when she walked up. She tapped her fingers with the beat of the song while looking around the store for one of the employees.

"Hi! Can I help you?" She turned back to the counter to see a boy around her age walking up with the aid of a crutch, wearing a Christmas sweater and a name tag that said Charles. She swore time stopped as his eyes met hers. Nothing could have prepared her, on a Sunday morning in December while snow was beginning to fall outside, for him. He was beautiful, ethereal, angelic. She seriously considered him being a Christmas miracle. And, dear god, his smile. She could have melted right then and there.

"Uh.... hi," she finally choked out. "I was just hoping to get a.... hot chocolate?" It came out like a question as she pointed at the menu hanging behind him. She would have smacked herself for sounding so stupid if he hadn't been standing right there.

"Sure thing," he grinned. "What size would you like?"

"Medium," she blurted out. Even though it was a bit loud, she supposed it was better than the first time she had spoken. He just nodded and turned to make to her drink. She brought her hands up to her cheeks, hoping their redness could be chalked up to the cold.

She busked herself with reading the titles of Christmas themed books that lined the shelves on the side of the counter. Most of them were children's books, and they were cute. There was one that caught her eye due to its stunning artwork. It said it was illustrated by a man named Jack Kelly, and she made a mental note to look up his work later.

When Charles turned back around with her drink, she looked up from the books. Putting on her best smile, she took the hot chocolate from his outstretched hand.

"Have fun shopping," he said. "Let me know if you need anything." She nodded before looking down at her hot chocolate - only to realize he had put marshmallows in it.

"Oh, I didn't pay for marshmallows," she spoke up, brows furrowed.

"It's on the house," he replied with a wink before leaving the counter and heading off to some other part of the store. She could feel her face burning and wished the warmth would spread to her frozen toes as she began her search for ornaments.

She had gathered quite the assortment of ornaments by the time she was done, plus a few other small decorations for around the apartment. She supposed that more decorations would distract guests from the fact that there were still boxes everywhere.

At the cash register, there was a small bell with a sign that said to sign it for assistance. She rung it and waited patiently while getting out her credit card. Charles walked up with a smile.

"Find everything alright?" He asked. She nodded, knowing better than to trust herself to speak. He scanned all of her items and swiped her credit card before sending her on her merry way. "Happy holidays!" He called as she left the store.

"You too!" She yelled over her shoulder as she walked out, pausing for a second to ponder if her response actually made sense (she decided not to dwell on it). She walked home quickly, eager to escape the cold. She spent all night watching Christmas movies and decorating the tree.

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The next morning, there was a gap in her tree. Really, it had been there the night before, but she had chosen to ignore it. She needed one more ornament to fill the entire tree, which meant she was headed back to the Christmas store.

She tried not to get her hopes up, but when she walked in he was there, leaning on his crutch as he restocked shelves of decorations. He was wearing a Santa hat and it was adorable, she melted all over again. He looked up when he heard the bell above the door ring as she entered, greeting her with a smile.

"Hey, It's you again!" He was practically beaming, she almost passed out. "Did you forget something yesterday? Our hot chocolate isn't that good."

"No," she forced herself to answer. "Just need one more ornament for the tree."

"Ah, well, what're looking for? Anything specific?" He made his way over to her. She scrunched her nose in thought as he began to gently lead her toward the ornaments. His hand was on her arm, and her skin was burning. It was no use trying to think, all thought had stopped the moment he touched her. She was fairly sure it was illegal to be as attractive as he was.

"Nothing in particular," she managed to say. "Just something to fill an empty space." He nodded and looked over the shelves of ornamented with a considerate look on his face. She tried not to stare, but she couldn't help it.

"How about this one?" He asked, holding up an ornament crafted to look like a butterfly.

"That's perfect," she smiled, nodding. He clapped his hands together before returning his one hand to his crutch so they could walk over to the cash register. "While I've got you here, actually, could I get some hot chocolate? I'll even pay for the marshmallows this time."

He gave a weird look that she couldn't quite decipher, but went to go make her a hot chocolate anyway.

"Can I get a name for the cup?" He asked. She titled her head in confusion.

"You didn't ask for my name yesterday," she pointed out. He merely grinned.

"Well, I figure anyone who comes here two days in a row is worth learning the name of." She blushed.

"Y/N," she practically whispered.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he said as he wrote on her cup. "I'm Charlie." Charlie. God, Charlie was somehow so much better than Charles. He rang her up for the ornament and the hot chocolate - but not the marshmallows.

"You have to let me pay for them," she protested.

"Nope," he grinned. "I told you, it's on the house." She sighed, ready to concede before catching sight of the tip jar. Smiling, she dropped the cost of the marshmallows into the top jar before taking her bag and cup from him, leaving him standing there with a baffled smile on his face.

"Happy holidays!" She yelled as she walked out.

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Two days later, it was snowing. And Y/N was walking back from the restaurant she had met a friend at for lunch. And she desperately wanted a warm drink. And the Christmas store was right there.

When she walked in, Charlie looked at her with an incredulous smile.

"Why on Earth do you keep coming back here?" He inquired, drilling grinning at her.

"Maybe I enjoy the service," she teased, surprised at her own ability to kind of flirt when he made it so hard to function. "Or, maybe you guys just have pretty good hot chocolate." He laughed at that.

"Our hot chocolate sucks," he shot back as he grabbed a cup for her.

"It doesn't!" She laughed. "It's actually quite good."

"Whatever you say, weirdo." He rolled his eyes playfully at her.

She returned almost everyday for two weeks for a hot chocolate, always paying for the marshmallows by dropping change in the tip jar. Charlie never failed to smile upon seeing her.

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When she walked into the store, someone was sitting on the counter talking to Charlie. It was a boy with brown hair a blue sweater on, sporting a dashing smile. Charlie caught sight of her mid conversation and lit up.

"Hey!" He grinned. "I'll start your drink."

"Well hello there," the other boy spoke up as he hopped down from the counter. "And who might you be?"

"Y/N?" She answered, though it came out more like a question.

"Oh, this is Y/N?" He asked, turning back to smirk at Charlie. She tried not to think too much about what his words implied. "Nice to meet you, I'm Jack." She smiled in acknowledgement before directing her attention to Charlie, who was returning with her drink.

"If you don't let me pay for the marshmallows, I'm going to drop extra money in the tip jar this time," she warned. He simply laughed.

"I will take the jar away from you," he retorted as she took the cup from his hands. She sighed.

"Just let me pay for the marshmallows, Charlie."

"Never." His grin was mischievous. She was kinda in love with it.

"Oh, didn't you know?" Jack intervened, a shit eating smile on his face. "Crutchie here doesn't let pretty girls pay for marshmallows, company policy." Her face burned a brilliant red, and when she looked back at Charlie his cheeks were tinted pink. She cleared her throat before speaking.

"You call him Crutchie?" She asked.

"Been calling him that since we met at the foster home." Jack reaches over the counter and lightly hit Charlie's arm, making him chuckle. "I should be going, though," he continued as he checked the time on his phone. "I've got a boyfriend who gets antsy if he has to wait too long." He shot Y/N a grin as he pulled his jacket on and headed out, telling Crutchie he would text him later with a look that definitely meant something (she just wasn't sure what). They stood in silence for a few moments before he spoke up.

"He's right, you know." She raised an eyebrow in question at him. "Company policy and all." There was an uncertain smile on his face and his cheeks were still pink. Nothing could have stopped the radiant smile that spread across her face. "I, uh, I think you're really pretty, Y/N. And you're really nice." He looked sheepish and wouldn't made her eyes. She was melting.

"You wanna hear a secret?" She asked. He looked up at her. "I don't come here for the hot chocolate, or the marshmallows." He grinned.

"I get off at 5 today. We could go somewhere?"

"I'll be outside waiting."

She leaned across the counter and kissed his cheek. As she walked out she glanced over her shoulder to see his face glowing red, letting a teasing "happy holidays!" leave her lips.

___________

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[cicinicole-14]

Can we please get some Dianetti headcanons, including but not limited to who the big spoon is?

oh hell yes. 

so first off, rosa is usually the big spoon. she is tough and “no tough person is a little spoon, gina” “c’mon Rosie, you know you love it.”

but on a particularly bad day, rosa just needs to feel loved even more by her girlfriend, so she lets gina be the big spoon. “you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.” “you dont scare me, Rosie.” “I’ll break your phone and have Savant hack your twitter.” “you wouldn’t!” 

So ever since then, on very rare, usually depressing or sad occasions, rosa is the little spoon. 

Rosa secretly is an amazing baker. better than Charles, but gina never tells anyone, because a) it would hurt Charles and b) rosa doesn’t want to always have to bring pastries to work and whatnot. so, gina only asks rosa to make baked goods for Iggy’s school functions and, the dreaded, Girl Scouts that rosa insisted on letting Iggy join because, “gina, every little girl should be able to be a Girl Scout if they want.” “I wasn't a Girl Scout…” “you weren’t a normal ‘every little girl’, plus, c’mon can you say no to that face? you’re going to deny our daughter the chance at being a little daisy or buttercup or whatever flower she’ll be? being a girl scout was one of the best moments of my life, seeing Sally McIntyre cry when I sold more cookies than her at––” “Okay babe, she can join girl scouts”

gina’s breath hitches in her throat because that’s the first time rosa refers to Iggy as their daughter, to her, in person. They’d only been dating for two years at this point. Iggy’s about to be five in a few weeks and gina’s divorce with Milton was finalized the previous year. Gina and Milton were together, married after Iggy was born out of, obligation of sorts. Gina was used to being with a man she wasn't in love with, so it was normal to her. And then finally, two years ago, she realized she couldn’t string Milton, or Iggy for that matter, along anymore. gina realized she wasn't in love with him anymore and she was in love with rosa, had been, for years. 

some smaller head canons: 

gina and rosa get married at the courthouse, and ride into the wind on Rosa’s bike after. not wanting a huge wedding, they just had the squad and their families there. 

Rosa is super protective of Iggy. not that gina isn’t, but she just adds another layer. she’s also a huge advocate of the co-parenting and makes sure she shows Iggy that she’s not replacing Milton, but simply being another parent, a bonus parent. 

gina and rosa love taking bubble baths together. no funny business. just, no kids, some soft music, stuff that rosa used to dance to in ballet, and a couple tumblers of scotch because “wine’s for bitches, babe. we drink the good stuff” rosa says. she denies that she’s gonna be one of “those” wine moms. 

gina buys them a wine tasting package for rosa’s birthday and they get very drunk. since then, rosa only drinks wine, real expensive, classy wine. 

rosa becomes one of those classy, wine drinking PTA moms. whenever Gina can’t help out with Iggy’s school or GS functions, Rosa is actually happy to stand in as a bonus mom for the kid. 

Rosa cries the night gina asks her to come on behalf of Iggy to Iggy’s school for career day, wanting to show her class how “badass my bonus mom is” “IGGY, we do not say that word!” gina scolds her but winks at rosa. “you say it all the time, mommy” “I know but that doesnt mean you can. anyway, yes, I’ll tell rosa to be at your school.” 

Rosa moves in with Iggy and Gina after three years of dating. they wanted to keep thins slow, and finally Iggy is tired of having to watch Rosa leave late at night or early in the mornings to get more clothes for work when she’s the one that says “rosie, why dont you just live with us?” Rosa’s halfway out their front door when she freezes and turns around, eyes flickering between Iggy and her mom, not knowing what to say. “I- uh,” she stutters. 

Iggy looks between rosa and her mom. “Mom?” 

Gina doesnt reply either for a good minute before finding words. “The Enigma, would you be okay with that?” She asks the seven yer old. “Rosa living here would mean that it’d be the 3 of us all the time.” 

“it be just like when dad lived here when I was little, right?” both women nodded. “except that you’re in love with Rosie, so even better. so yeah, im okay with that. I love Rosie too.” 

“then, I guess its settled, Rosie, would you like to move in with us?” Gina asks her girlfriend who still looks like a deer in headlights. 

“well, im really going to be late for work now.” She says as she walks back into the house, kissing gina and picking up Iggy, wrapping both girls in a hug.

ouch my heart I need this also im sorry Iggy wasnt meant to be in them but???

[voidselfshipp]

Running Away

Cw: abusive mother, running away, slight violence, food ment.

Ok to rb.

Its late, the whole neighborhood is silent as sean helps jerico pack up the last bits of luggage to run away from home.

He gets in the car, as soon as he opens the door for her, Jers mother runs out into the yard, trying to Grab her.

Quickly, the mutant gets in the car, and her boyfriend hits the pedal speeding off into the distance.

Both laugh as jerico leans back Into the Seat, seans hand on her thigh caressing it.

-- Next stop home!-- he said smiling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

--come on jerico! Hurry up!-- logan whispered shouted to jerico as he packed up the car.

She runs to the Man as her mother chased after her.

She hides behind the mutant who protectively puffs his chest out.

--Jerico! Come back here!

--Not happening Lady-- said the mutant-- get in the car sweetcheeks

Jerico enters the car looking away as logan exchanges some not so friendly words with her mother.

As soon as he gets in the car , he drives off with Jers mother screaming in the distance.

Jerico herself was tired, leaning on her boyfriends shoulder as he drove.

-- its okay doll-- whispered the Man-- we'll get home soon, dont worry, ill wake you up

She nodds, closing her eyes as he softly humms to her.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Angel knew a thing or two about bad parents, so here he was at two am, picking up jerico, ready to run away with her.

With help of Peter, they moved her stuff quickly to th mansion the day before.

-- Warren!-- shouted jerico running to him, or trying as her mother grabbed her arm.

--jerico!-- he screamed running up to her, breaking the grasp on her arm, he hugs her covering with his wings.

Shes crying as she puts her face on his chest, he holds her walking with her.

When the mother tries to approach them he pushes her back with his wings, sitting with jer on the motorcycle.

--you dont get to make my baby weep-- he said threatingly,taking the handlebar of the motorcycle.

She was infront of him and his wings wrapped around her keeping her safe.

He speeds off with her, the cold air dries away her tears.

The feathers tickles Her, and he gets to listen to her beautiful laughter again.

Warren carried jerico to their New dorm, the one theyd share.

He'd make sure she'd be safe.

~~~~~~~~~

--not one step closer!-- Warned gambit, a wall of kinetic energy separated jerico from her mother.

Remy is holding her off, and ettiene got jer into the car, he signals his brother to get in there with them.

He lets the wall down and gets into the Passenger Seat.

--hold on tight Cherie, its gonna get rowdy-- growled gambit before hitting the speed pedal,the tires screech And the car zooms out of there.

--Lets getcha some food, mcdonalds maybe?

Both men heard a happy squeal-- yes!

~~~~~~~~~

Peter checked the time, jer might have Fallen asleep, so, with her things all moved in to the mansion, he speeds I to her house and grabs her and her stuff, and zooms out of there before her mother realizes.

He carried her to bed and covered her with the blankets, he yawns and lays besides her, caressing her forearm softly.

~~~~~~~

--Ah there we go, all packed up-- said Erik, closing the cars Trunk.

Jerico gets in the car, sitting on Charles' lap, who kisses the back of her neck.

--uh Charles-- said magneto as he got in the car-- we have incoming...

Before jer can say anything Charles freezes jericos mom in place, and tells Erik to drive off.

-- well...that went smooth

Both men chuckle.

--Of course it did

~~~~~~~~~~

Kurt didnt know how to handle conflict well, but here he was, picking jerico up.

He grabs her-- all ready to go mein schatz?

-- yep!--she kisses him-- thank you for helping me out

--whenever you need me-- he said nuzzling in her neck to then poof into their room-- ill bring you some snacks later ja? Im im sure you must be tired

Jer nodds laying down on the bed.

Kurt sits with her and caresses her hair.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ororo grabbed jericos hand as they Walked into her car, the mutant made the Sky dark with clouds, its raining, more like puouring down to try and stop anyone who dares intervene with her rescue mission.

When they got Into the car,storm turns on the radio, the heating already drying them off.

Driving off to their New home jerico and ororo hold hands.

Things were getting better.

~~~~~~~~~

#♣️dont go gambling with my heart♣️ #♥️play to keep♥️ #sean tag pending #wolverine tag pending #logan tag pending #charles tag pending #erik tag pending #🕊youre my angel🕊 #🌩its raining (wo)men🌩 #f/o fic #ask to tag #cw abusive mother #tw abusive mother #tw running away #cw running away #tw food ment #cw food ment #cw violence #tw violence #cw slight violence #tw slight violence

[chxronica]

anywho heres my new cheronica fic lmao 

words: like a little over 1800

pairing: cheryl x veronic (cheronica for life of course)

summary: legit just that soulmate au where you write something on your skin and the other person can see it

a/n: legit it dont know where this came from but i may or may not continue and you can find it on ao3 here

Cheryl looks sadly as she glances over her body. It had officially been seventeen years without a single mark on her body from her soulmate. Seventeen years without any hope of knowing someone out there will love her no matter what, even with every bit of broken she was.

Growing up she had always thought that just maybe her soulmate’s parents had rules about communicating to his soulmate. After all her parents had rules and other parents in this town also had rules, but for most part parents let their children start communicating around sixteen. Yet there was still no word from her soulmate. None. Absolutely nothing.

Climbing out of bed Cheryl stumbles into the bathroom to take a shower. She wasn't going to let this get her down on her birthday. She strips out of her slightly crumpled pajamas and turns the water on.

She stares at herself in the mirror scanning her body for even the slightest mark, something to show she had a soulmate. She finds nothing, or that was until she turned around and she spotted the messy handwriting on her shoulder. Examining it closely she frowns as she figures out what it say, “She loves me not you.”

Standing there in shock Cheryl's eyes only focus on the “She” part of the message yet to take in the rest of it. Her soulmate was a girl. A woman. Someone of the same gender. “This can't be happening, there's no way that he’s a girl.” She continues to stare at the messy writing and tries to read the rest.

“And she'll never love me.” She didn't believe that her soulmate was a woman but she could so easily believe that her soulmate will never love her back.

Cheryl steps into the shower turning the water from freezing to burning. She knows she can't do anything to erase the words from her back but she can try. She can try and remove yet another reminder that she isn't love and that she will never be loved.

The steaming water burns as it hits her body, but she doesn't pay attention as she tries to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks and mixing with the hot water. Despite her efforts she gives up and lets the tears out as she sobs in the shower. Of all the days this could happen it has to be the day that she's suppose to be the happiest on.

Cheryl gives up entirely and leans against the shower wall and slowly slides down until her forehead meets her knees. This isn't the first time that Cheryl has broken down in the shower but this time it feels like everything inside her snapped, instead of the usual small bits of her coming down.

Managing to calm herself down Cheryl stands back up and turns off the scolding hot water. She stands there for a few minutes letting the water drip of her bright red skin. It takes the cold air finally hitting her to pull her out of staring into emptiness.

She grabs a towel and wraps it around herself, the words briefly showing themselves in the mirror as she does so. Not wanting to see them anymore Cheryl quickly makes her way back to her room. She doesn't have to worry about the mirror in her room that was currently covered up.

Roughly closing the bathroom door behind her Cheryl lets her towel drop as she walks over to her closet. She smiles for the first time that morning as she looks at the outfit she had picked out the night before.

She slips into the outfit and uncovers the mirror in her room, admiring herself. Just because someone finally confirmed the she’ll never be loved does not mean that she's going to let it get her down the whole day. She was an expert in suppressing emotions after all, this was just the same thing.

There's a knock on her door and almost immediately after Cheryl allows them to come in. She only does this for one person, Jason, and she always knows it him from his knock.

“I knew that when I woke up to an outfit on my door it was you and your matching outfits.” He smiles at her and sits on his sister's bed.

Cheryl shrugs slightly and gives him a small smile. “Twins on their birthday aren't complete without matching outfits.” She quotes their Nana who had been matching their outfits on their birthday since they were young.

“She hasn't picked out outfits for years.” Jason lightly shoves her as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

Sighing Cheryl glares at her twin. “Appreciate the tradition, JJ.”

“If I must.” He stands up and offers a hand go sister so that they can walk down to breakfast together. Cheryl takes his hand and they walks down the stairs to be confronted by their Nana.

“Always matching you two,” Nana Rose says gleefully and Cheryl grins at her and hen glares at Jason. Even blind Nana could always when they were matching or where they were going.

“We have to keep the tradition going.” Cheryl grins grows. Her Nana and JJ were they only ones who could make her smile this big without her forcing herself to.

“I can tell. Now, you two go eat before you're late for school.”

Cheryl drags Jason into the dining room not expecting her parents to be there. She frowns as Penelope and Clifford grin up at Jason and wish him a happy birthday telling him they had the cooks make his favourite.

Her frown grows as she looks at the meat filled breakfast and then she looks back up. “You know that I'm a vegetarian right?”

Clifford looks up from the newspaper he had went back to reading. “Honey stop making stuff up to get attention on your brothers big day.”

Cheryl groans and glares angrily at her father but chooses not to say anything. Jason gives her a sympathetic smile and offers her his eggs so that she could at least eat something.

“Thank you,” she replies softly as she pokes her eggs with a fork. She just has to remember that you have to eat at least once a day and that she can't keep starving herself.

What must be only thirty minutes feels like hours to Cheryl as they eat breakfast, her parents constantly checking up on Jason but ignoring every word that she says. The thing is Cheryl is use to it but it still stings a little more whenever this happens.

Excusing herself from the table Cheryl grabs her bag and heads out to the car. She fiddles with her phone replying to a few text from her ‘minions’ as she waits for Jason. When Jason gets into the car he offers her a smile but Cheryl just looks the other direction.

The car ride is spent in silence as Cheryl's mind begins to wonder toward the incident from this morning. She forces herself to focus on something but she still doesn't want to talk so Jason it out of the picture.

Grabbing a pen from her purse she begins to doodle on her forearm. If her soulmate was going to treat her like shit he, no she, should at least know there's another person connected to her.

Once at school Cheryl caps the pen and pulls her sleeve over the doodles. She gets out of the car and plasters on her cold smile as she harshly closes the door behind her. In all honesty it felt like one of those movie montages that you see in all the high school drama with the misfit group of people. And sure enough, just like the movies, there's Betty and her gang glaring, or what she assumes is their version of it, at her.

Chuckling Cheryl gives them a polite little waves and continues on her way, not paying attention to the new girl with them. She struts down the hall and into her first period class making sure everyone knew that she has arrived at school.

During class Cheryl pulls up her sleeve not paying attention to whatever her English teacher was droning on about the author's meaning this time. She continues her previous doodle, a burning bush, until she notices something. A neatly written out message. “I am so so so sorry about whatever Charles wrote.”

Cheryl glares at the writing and pushes the point of her into the notebook in front of her. Her soulmate can act like they don't know what this Charles wrote but she won't but it. “Apology not accepted.” She writes out in the neat cursive she had been using for years.

She doesn't wait for a reply but instead rolls her sleeve back down and tries to pay attention to the whatever the teacher was trying to say. It didn't really matter whether the orange house scheme meant anything. Giving up on that distraction she keeps her ears open for any new gossip.

She hears an especially juicy bit of gossip and it takes her until lunch to collect all the information she needs. Cheryl scans the lunch table for the new raven haired girl she has heard so much about. She grins and makes her way towards the group of misfits sitting at one of the table.

Cheryl takes a seat in front of the girl and sweeps her ginger hair to the side. She gives the girl a sweet smile as she does so. “You must be Veronica Lodge I've heard so much about you.”

Veronica gives her a funny look and nods her head looking at the blonde headed bimbo, Betty Cooper. “Don't worry they're all good things...mostly,” she continues realising that no one else is going to talk.

Veronica nods again and Betty jumps into the conversation. “Just says whatever you're going to say.”

Cheryl gives her a obvious fake smile and then focus her attention back to Veronica. “As I was saying you should come to tryouts for the River Vixens.”

“Only if Betty can come too.” Veronica is quick to answer and Cheryl shoot a disgusted look at the blonde.

“The bimbo can come too.” Cheryl rolls her eyes and stands up from the table, noticing a small doodle on Veronica’s wrist. One that looks exactly like the one she had been working on earlier.

“But I can't guarantee she'll make the team.” Cheryl gives one last smile before leaving them group behind. Now, that she knows who her soulmate is doesn't mean that she has to tell her. In fact, she can have a little fun with what's to come.

“Veronica Lodge you broke the wrong girl’s heart.” Cheryl grins mischievously and sits down across from Jason at the table he was already sat at.

#cheronica #cheronica fic #riverdale fic #cheryl blossom #veronica lodge #soulamate au #fan fiction #riverdale fanfiction

[inkstainedfanfics]

Paths

Request: Can you do a little angsty Newt x reader (but maybe with a nice ending 😄) where Newt and the reader were a couple back at Hogwarts, but they broke up because of Leta. Now the reader's married and after many years with no contact they meet again at some kind of charity event. However, they start to bond again! I hope you like this idea and thanks in advance ❤

Word Count: 2,325

Pairing: Newt x Reader (Platonic)

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope @whatinbenaddiction @thosefantasticbeast2 @studyforthreehands @benniesgalaxy

“You want me to take him to Gran’s today or do you plan on it?”

Quickly running a towel over the spot your toddler just sat at, you sigh. “You should probably plan on it. I have that event tonight, remember?”

He sticks two pieces of bread together. “Of course. You’ve only been talking about it for months now.”

You make at face at him, tossing the towel by the door to wash later. “We’re teaching kids about magical creatures. What’s not to be excited about?”

He chuckles. “Just don’t talk their ears off. I know how you can get when you’re given a captive audience.”

“I don’t get that longwinded.”

“Honey, did you forget our whole first date?”

You swat at his arm as you make your way to the sink. “You were interested and asking questions.”

“I believe,” he says, tightening his tie, “that I asked one question and you took it from there for the rest of the evening.”

Setting the plates in the sink and flipping the faucet on, you roll your eyes. “Yeah, well, look at where you are now. Married to me.”

He grins, stepping over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go or you’ll be late and miss your train.”

He kisses you one final time before grabbing his sandwich and heading out the door.

You finish cleaning up the dishes from the kitchen before changing into a more fitting outfit for the demonstration: slacks and a button-down shirt. Sliding a jacket over the outfit, you shout a goodbye to the nanny and head out the front door.

It’s a long walk to the school, but the sun’s shining and the sidewalks are near empty, so you don’t particularly mind the jaunt. In fact, it’s almost refreshing to not have to worry about making lunches or helping the nanny fold clothes. Ever since the charity began and called for your expertise, you’ve been able to find an excuse to get out of the house once a week and work with magical creatures.

Finally reaching the school, you step in and are instantly offered directions to where the other volunteers have set up the day’s base.

You follow the directions and end up in a dank basement: unusual since most presentations are offered outside. Still, it’s a good storage place for the creatures and if any escape, it’d be easy enough to capture them, so you shrug and look around. Crates of creatures line the walls and more are being carried in as you wander the room, searching for Tara. A baby dragon hisses when you pass its box, mooncalves held in a pen snort in their sleep, and a couple of doxies penned up and trapped behind two locks mock you. The room’s a mess of other noises as well. You wonder how anyone can hear the day’s orders given the racket.

Tara, the lead supervisor and charity founder, brushes her black hair out of reach of a niffler and waves you over. “There you are. I was wondering if you were planning on coming. We could really use your help in the grindylow pen.” She rolls her eyes and wipes a layer of sweat from her forehead. “We have a bunch of new recruits, which would be great if they knew anything. Send the girl with Charles over to the flitterby cage. Maybe she’ll be able to handle that.”

“She can’t drop food into a tank?”

“Apparently he’s too scary.” She sighs, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Just make sure he doesn’t get out or grab anyone, okay?”

You glance around the room. She’s right, there’s a bunch of new faces around, wandering like they don’t know that they’re supposed to be working or playing with the cute creatures and ignoring the more aggressive ones. “Looks like it’s going to be a long day.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Thank Merlin I have another expert like you coming in today. It’s the only reason I agreed to bring the full load of our creatures.” She stares behind you, suddenly alarmed. “Merlin’s beard, that girl’s going to get herself killed! Go help with Charles before we have a lawsuit on our hands.”

You turn, breaking into a run as soon as you see.

The grindylow’s somehow made its way out of the cage and is clinging to her arm, trying to pull her into the tank.

The open tank. Merlin’s beard, do these people know anything about creatures?

The beast opens its mouth, revealing a set of slimy green teeth, bits of algae stuck between them. The girl’s pale, mouth open in a wide ‘o’ but there’s no sound: too scared.

You know as you draw your wand that you won’t be fast enough, the thing’s going to get at least one chunk from her arm. Cursing, you try to speed up, try to lunge forward, but it’s going to be too late no matter what you do.

Which is why when the creature just freezes, teeth inches from her arm, you nearly stumble in surprise. It releases her arm and falls motionless back into the tank, sinking to the bottom.

You scramble forward, slamming the lid back on the tank and clamping the latches shut, chest heaving. Tara runs right past you and to the volunteer’s side, ushering her away.

“Are you all right, ma’am?”

Another pair of hands pull at the final latch before you can grab it, clicking it in place with ease. “Well, at least his teeth are tiny enough to risk such an incident.”

You freeze. That voice… you haven’t heard it in over ten years, but who forgets such a voice? “Newt?”

He smiles, a nervous grin that transports you back to the halls of Hogwarts, back to the statue of a witch and her patronus, back to shaky hands grabbing fallen books. “Hello.”

“Hey. What, um, what are you doing here?” The question is shaky. Merlin, have you really not seen him since the summer of fifth year?

“I was asked to come in and talk. A bit of an expert on these things now.” He smiles again and shrugs as though his recent accomplishments mean nothing.

“That’s right! You published a book, didn’t you?”

“I did, though it hasn’t sold much yet.”

“I’m sure sales will pick up soon enough. Who doesn’t want to learn about such fascinating beasts?”

Newt grimaces, “Unfortunately, I’ve found many people that don’t.”

“Well, that will change with this charity. Once people learn about how gentle most of these creatures here are, they won’t be able to resist wanting to learn more.”

“Let’s hope.” He mumbles before falling into an uncomfortable silence.

You grab the bag of algae the volunteer dropped and offer it to Newt. “His name is Charles.”

“Any reason for that?”

You blush, wondering if Newt remembers Charles Cooper from third year. “Well, he’s quite the ugly beast and he’s nasty, too, as you saw. He tries his best to bite everyone.” You hold out your hand, showing off the three scabs running across your thumb. “He got me the other day when I was trying to clean the cage.”

“Did you treat it with anything? Their bites are prone to infections.”

You draw your hand away when you notice his eyes linger on your fourth finger, on the ring-free skin between knuckles. Your wedding ring sits in your pocket so as to save it from being eaten by a creature. “Of course I did.”

Newt eyes you, surprised by your sudden defensive tone, and steps away, dropping some algae down the narrow feeding tube. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.”

“No, it’s…” well, you don’t know what it is, but it’s certainly not like he meant to be rude, glancing at your hand like that. Of course he’d want to know. You’d found yourself curious about him for years after the split. Who doesn’t wonder what becomes of their first love? Of the person they shared an awkward first kiss with, of the person with clammy hands and a pounding heart, of the person you promised forever with only to have life laugh and plot another path for the both of you?

“I’m married.” You offer suddenly, blurting it out and instantly blushing. Oh Merlin, he wasn’t flirting or even showing any sort of nostalgia for what you once had, so why say that?

Newt’s face turns from solemn to flustered, his cheeks the same bright red as the day he bumped into you and spilled your books everywhere. “Oh. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Then it’s quiet between the two of you as the various creatures’ noises swallow your conversation. The grindylow slowly wakes, nose twitching as the algae bobs in the water.

“When did you marry?” Newt asks, voice barely audible over the room’s din.

“Five years ago. Edmund came soon after.”

“You have a child?”

You nod. “He’s four. Blonde.” You can’t help your smile. “Absolutely precious. A bit stubborn like his father, but he loves demiguises. You should see him at night. I stitched him a plush of a demiguise. He refuses to sleep without it.”

Newt doesn’t meet your eyes, just stares at the creature in the tank. “Sounds lovely.”

“He is.” You swallow. There it is again, that uncomfortable silence so alien to you when it comes to Newt. The two of you used to be able to hold a conversation all night, now you can hardly look at him for more than two seconds. “How about you? Have you met someone?”

“I’ve been quite busy with my work, as you’d imagine.” He shuffles around the tank, but his expression indicates there’s more that he’s not saying.

“Oh, of course. How’s Leta?” It’s a risky probe into his life. You’d never really heard what happened between the two of them after you left him.

It’s apparently the wrong question. Newt snaps his mouth shut, eyes focused on the grindylow feeding.

“I’m… sorry.” You mutter, surprising yourself by truly meaning it. Right or not, Newt had adored her. She shouldn’t have hurt him the way she obviously did.

“That’s all in the past now. No need to dwell on it.”

“Newt…” You hesitate. Is now really the time for apologies? You’re surrounded by noisy creatures and clueless volunteers, speaking with your ex for the first time in ten years, and he hasn’t even brought up the things you said that day. Still, guilt rests on your shoulders. You’d not only broken up with him as his girlfriend, but as one of his best friends, too. So you steel yourself and square your shoulders. “I’m sorry for the things I said before. They were rude… unnecessary. I’ve regretted them every day since.”

He blinks, his only show of surprise, then something else fills his face. Comfort? Happiness? “I was being, as you put it, ‘a selfish git.’”

You wince remembering the way he’d looked after you’d shouted that at him. “I thought I was losing you. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.”

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you after everything happened.”

He flinches, hands fiddling with the button on his sleeve’s cuff. “I couldn’t blame you. Who wants to rush to their ex’s side?”

You bite your lip. Doesn’t he know he was more than that? You may not love him in the same way anymore—no, you’re quite happy in your marriage—but that doesn’t mean you don’t want him to be happy. “You were my best friend for a long time, Newt. Long before you were my boyfriend. I should have honored that.”

He shrugs, bending over to peer right in the grindylow’s eyes. “I wasn’t fully innocent for our loss, either.”

You start to deny it, but he’s right. You both made mistakes, both ruined what was a beautiful relationship. Instead, you shrug and smile. “Maybe I could make it up to you over dinner tonight. If you’d like, of course.”

“You’d like for me to meet your husband and child?”

You rub the back of your neck. “You were my best friend, Newt, and I miss you. So… yeah. If you wouldn’t mind.”

A smile fades onto his face, gently sloping up. “I’d love to.” Then, before you can say anything, he reaches for his pocket, withdrawing a worn picture. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to introduce you to the Goldsteins sometime should you ever find yourself in New York.”

You take the picture to look at it. The way Newt hovers around the shorter one, his hands fluttering around her sides when she stumbles, clues you in. “I’d love to meet your fiancée.”

He smiles the slightest bit. “Of course you’d noticed.”

You hand it back to him. “You haven’t changed that much, Newt. I’m happy you found someone.”

His expression softens when he looks back at the picture. “So am I. She’s really something.”

“Would dinner at 5 work tonight? I’d love to hear more about her.”

He meets your eyes. “Quite well, actually.”

“Good.” You drift off, thinking back on just how different everything turned out from what you’d imagined when you were fifteen and in love with the man in front of you. Both of you now, set to be married to different people, a kid in your life, Newt a published author.

It’s all so different from the dream the two of you had concocted over Hogsmeade dates and Great Hall lunches: a cabin by the ocean, the perfect place for raising various creatures, maybe a kid maybe not, nights spent reading next to the fireplace, cooking breakfast for one another and traveling the world with your creatures. It’s all so different, yet, you know, it’s right. This was how it was meant to be all along.

The world has a way of working itself out, and you’re grateful for the path it chose for you.

#newt scamander #newt Scamander x reader #newt Scamander imagine #newt Scamander one shot #fbawtft #this is probably the worst ugh #idk I feel like Newt's in character at least #but it's not super angsty sorry #I just feel I've written that fight so many times #it was time to show a different emotion surrounding it you know? #I ramble too much #requested #I hope you guys like it! #and have a lovely day!

[welllbeing]

so I definitely don’t want to jump to conclusions on anything like this but I just tend to overthink things a lot and there are things that I have questions about and I really hope that I don’t offend anyone by making assumptions or a.. theory about this.

but every now and then I think about this and over the past few years I’ve read articles and seen documentaries and heard things from others that just kind of make me wonder.

Apparently I used to go to my sort of aunt and uncle’s house while my parents were working. I say sort of because, lets call her Alice used to be married to my mom’s brother but he died right after they had my older cousin. I never met my uncle but she was always introduced as my aunt even though she was married to another guy, we’ll call him Charles, and had had a son with him by the time I was born. So they arent actually related to me but yeah.

Anyway, apparently I used to be at their house a lot when I was young but I dont remember it at all. And thats weird because even though I do forget a lot of things, stuff in my childhood is usually what I remember the most, I can remember things from when I was three but I can’t remember that from when I was six?

I only remember being there one time and from what I remember, I remember crying about something but I dont remember what it was. And for some reason I had to change out of my clothes and was in their son’s clothes because mine were washing. and I remember their son who was only like two years older than me sitting at the bottom of the stairs with me trying to get me to stop crying and trying to get me to play crash bandicoot with him.

thats the only thing I remember about being at their house but Alice always told me that every time I went to their house I acted out. I was either mean and wouldn’t listen or crying all of the time and everyone thought it was weird because I wasn’t like that anywhere else. I like Alice but since I don’t really remember spending time with her I don’t feel close to her.

and Charles, I know that for a while he was gone like they were separated for a while and I was always told it was because he was an alcoholic. I view them as family but for some reason I’ve always felt awkward around him, I’ve never felt totally comfortable and I never knew why because I dont remember anything that links him to anything that would make me feel that way.

but my point is.. Ive heard and read and been told that sometimes our minds shut out certain events or parts of our lives, that we can repress or sort of just forget memories of abuse. and my mom finally told me today that she was always afraid that someone there had been doing something to me because I would throw tantrums and I would only do it when I had to go there.

and she also wondered because she read that wetting the bed is a sign of abuse in children and as embarrassing as it is, I remember wetting the bed even at the age of 12. and she said that I used to act out sexual things with my toys and she always had to have talks with me about that. I got caught watching porn when I was 8, I remember another kid at my babysitter’s house doing somewhat sexual things with me and I didnt think anything of it because it seemed normal. and now, when a guy puts their hands on me I freeze up and I dont do anything about it and I don’t know why. I’m always nervous around older men within certain age groups, I don’t remember any of my childhood that involved Charles, I have panic attacks that seem to be caused by nothing, I have big scars on my body that I know I’ve had for a long time but dont remember getting, I sometimes find myself acting really childish and when I talked to someone about it they told me maybe I’m “just a little” and told me about the whole dd lg thing but it was never sexual for me so that didnt make sense, I used to self harm because I felt like I wasnt worth anything but when I was hospitalized for trying to kill myself, no one understood why I was there because apparently my reasons werent good enough, my therapist didnt know what to diagnose me with so she diagnosed me with GAD and depression and gave me pills that don’t work, I have nightmares often and the ones that make me wake up heaving are always about rape because they feel too real for some reason but I wake up only being able to remember one part and its always the exact same thing. my mom says that she worried about me because I showed signs that she did and she was sexually abused repeatedly through her childhood and teens.

Maybe I’m just paranoid or overthinking things or imagining things or maybe its a planted idea since my mom is so worried about it but its all just really weird to me and I feel like I’m too focused on things like this and it scares me and i dont know I’m just thinking too much

#rambling #abuse #child abuse

[noble-pro]

4hrs Pacing the Chicago Marathon

On the 13th October 2019 I took part in the Chicago Marathon, and as always this is my review of the experience. I was the sub 4 pacer, and this was my second time pacing Chicago Marathon after pacing 3:55 in 2018 (take a look at last years wet run HERE). This was my 51st official marathon and 60th for the 100 marathon club. It was also the 80th event I have been an official pacer, 24th for a marathon. I started the weekend with the Chicago 5k, and wrote a separate review HERE.

Last year I came for a family holiday to Chicago, and we all had a fantastic time. With our trip to New York at the end of the month we could not afford to do both, so decided I would do a short trip alone. I flew out Friday afternoon, with a return trip on Sunday evening. I was hosted by the wonderful Julian Gordan, we lives in Lake Bluff, and I’m very grateful for him looking after me. On the Saturday I took part in the Chicago 5k and it was one hell of a cold event. Fortunately it warmed up slightly, so marathon race day was not as cold. After the 5k, I made my way to the expo early, after a lovely breakfast at Yolk. I had a 12:00 shift at the expo, but I knew Gary Dixon was talking on the main stage, so I wanted to show a friendly face, and offer support. Gary was on the stage with some really knowledgeable people, and he was a pleasure to listen to. After listening to his talk I had to leave for my slot at the expo, talking as a Nike Pacer, to lots of marathon runners. I then met Suman and we made our way to Julian’s in Lake Bluff for a pasta meal. It wasn’t a long sleep because we had to leave at 04:30 to make it to the start line on time. I didn’t have much sleep anyway owing to the time difference, so was awake for most of the night, so it didn’t really matter to me. In the morning we had an hour drive, and needed to be at the Pacers tent before 06:00. I said it last year, but the organisation of the Pacers for Chicago Marathon is slick. We have a nice place to rest and leave our things, with snacks and the organiser, Paul, gives such a motivational speech which is inspiring. There are a lot of Pacers for Chicago, and after our group photo we go to the start line in waves. I was in F which was in wave 2, so we left at 07:15 to get in our corral in time for an 08:00 start. We made our way to the back of the corral, and it soon filled up ready for the sub 4 #funbus. Although it was cold, it was relatively mild compared to Saturday morning. As we made our way to the start more and more people joined us. We had a group of 4 pacers, and I was joined by Matt, Charles and Melissa. I gave a talk to everyone at the start as I always do to explain race strategy, and what was great was Matt (who is a coach in Chicago) chipped in with his own tips, an between us we covered it all. At 08:00 we started to make our way forward, and within 5 minutes we crossed the start, we were off, we had started Chicago Marathon. Chicago is an amazing place to run. To put things in perspective, the roads at London just do not compare, it makes London feel small in comparison. The roads are wider than Berlin, and although it is very busy, it does not have the same congested feel that you have in Berlin (take a look at my review from Berlin marathon 2019 HERE). Unfortunately the roads were full of potholes.

A key bit of advice for anyone running Chicago marathon is to ignore your watch for the first 5 miles. This is what the Pacers are for. I don’t know if it’s the tall buildings or something else, but the GPS goes wild. So my desired pace for a sub 4 marathon is 9:09 per mile. I know from experience that I need to be hitting around 9 – 9:05. On my current watch (Garmin 945) at the first mile marker it recorded 0.90, it also had me running an 11 minute mile. My older watch, on my other wrist (Garmin 235) recorded 2 miles at the 1 mile marker, it also had a 6 minute mile. Clearly both were very wrong, but we ran through mile 1 after 9 minutes, mile 2 in 09:02 and mile 3 in 09:05, keeping the pace nice and steady, despite having no GPS. We had a fantastic time as such a close group of runners, and after about 5 miles the GPS starts working again. But I wasn’t questioned once about the pace. There were 4 pacers, but I mostly ran with Matt and between the two of us there was no need for anyone to ask us any questions. We bounced off each other so well, and every mile we were letting people know how we were getting on. We kept on track from start to finish, and despite some slight delays and poor GPS response, we maintained pace between bang on time, and 30 seconds ahead of schedule. There was no point throughout the course we were not on target. We lost Melissa at around 15 miles, and Charles dropped behind us fo much of the race, catching us up towards the final miles. This would have helped spread our group out, and im so pleased with how we all worked together. We were crowded with runners aiming for sub 4, and the group was so engaged. Often the group starts off enthusiastic but this soon fades. In Chicago the enthusiasm stayed and this just encouraged me more. I enjoyed shouting out to the spectators “let’s hear some noise for the sub 4 runners” and it got a great response every time.

Matt was a superstar and it was a pleasure to run with him. He is local so he had a few points with spectators waiting to give us a cheer. Chicago is the only marathon I’ve ran so far that can rival Lodon Marathon for support. The roads aren't as deep with runners, so there certainly feels like London has more spectator support, but this comes close. There were supporters pretty much the whole route, and the city and suburbs embrace the event, coming out to show support. There were some great sections and even better signs. I dont know where it was, but there is one neighbourhood which is clearly like a Soho equivalent. There were transvestite’s on stage cheering, and as we passed one said “come get some water, don’t worry, I don't think you’re a little butch because you want water”. Then there is Chinatown, and so many more sections that wee just so full of support and culture, it was fantastic. Towards the end Charles joined Matt and I, and we brought everyone home with the final few miles. The atmosphere in the last couple of miles is amazing, and the crowds were out on force. We were on target, but it’s nice to have courses that countdown from 1 mile, which makes it easier to measure pace on the final stages. I’m so happy to have finished in an Official time of 3:59:42, but most of all to deliver with consistent splits. We had a good group with us, many of who that stayed with us from start to finish. There were others we were able to get to pick up the pace towards the end and join us for sub 4. At the finish we made our way to the Pacer Tent for some food. On the way there I picked up a couple of cans of Goose Island. I then went to the bio freeze after party and had another 4 pints of Goose Island, and soaked up the atmosphere. After a lovely day, I ended it with same friendly faces. It was great to catch up with the guys, before heading to the airport.   Read the full article

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The Unchanging River (Part Two)

The scientist turned to face him.

“Yes. We know.”

The scientist pulled a folder off of the table to his side, and from it removed the note.

He showed the note to a dumbstruck Charles.

“But they requested you specifically.”

After letting him examine it for a moment, he put the paper back in the folder and placed it back on the table.

“You’re being sent to the future, Private.”

Charles jaw slightly dropped as his mind tried to process what in the hell was happening.

“And we need to send you soon. With our current technology we can only create a bridge for a few seconds. Luckily, the bridge that this pod was sent through is still open, but we are unsure of how long it will stay open.”

“Do you know where I’m going?”

“No we do not. We aren’t sure of the location, date, or time. All we know is that they sent a request back in time for you.”

Charles tried to process this as much and as fast as he could.

“Your mission is to gather as much intel as you can as fast as you can. Try to find who sent this message back to us and find out why. The bridge will send you to where it was originally opened, so with any luck, they should be near. Do you understand?”

The Private nodded his head.

“Good. We’ll be ready to send you in roughly 30 minutes.” The scientist turned away from him and went back to work on the pod.

Charles anxiously stood inside the pod. The scientists were speaking to one another in what sounded to him like an alien language. The skin on his face began to sweat relentlessly as the oxygen mask strapped to his face felt like it was tightening more and more.

“All systems go, are we ready to bridge?”

“Green light alpha, prepare for bridging.”

The head scientist stood face to face with Charles for a brief moment and spoke to him:

“Good luck soldier.”

Were the last words Charles heard before the pod door closed with a hiss and a clank.

A strong whirling sound started outside the pod as Charles felt his stomach drop to his feet. Without windows, he wasn’t sure which way was up. His body felt as though it was spinning at a thousand miles per hour. He felt dizzy and sick as his legs gave out and he dropped to the pod floor. He was simultaneously burning hot and freezing cold. There was a massive bang, and suddenly it all stopped.

Charles gripped his submachine gun as he struggled to regain his composure. Waiting for the timed door release was agonizing.

With a familiar hiss and clank, the pod door began to open, and Charles trained his iron sights on the doorway.

Now fully opened, Charles was frozen still with what awaited him on the other side.

It was the military base. But it was completely obliterated. As he slowly stepped outside the pod he looked at his surroundings and noticed a familiar sight. He was in the remnants of the base’s lab.

Charles looked down and checked his readers.

Oxygen levels are normal. Radiation levels are normal.

He thought to himself for a moment. Is it safe to remove my mask?

As his eyes adjusted more to the daylight seeping in through the holes and cracks in the ceiling he could see more clearly. He scanned the area for any signs of life or any sort of clue as to what happened here.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of dark red crimson streaks running across the wall to his right. He swallowed hard and worked up the courage to investigate.

Following the trail across the wall he found the source of the blood.

Taking off his mask in a hurry he could feel the sudden eruption coming from the depths of his stomach.

Charles let out a fountain of vomit and bile on to the floor.

At the end of the streak was a dismembered and disfigured corpse with a bloody hole where a face was supposed to be.

It’s white lab coat was stained red.

Shaking and sick to his stomach, he stumbled backwards a bit.

He tripped on something and fell backwards on to his ass.

His submachine gun made a loud metallic clank as it hit the tile floor.

Looking to see what he tripped on made him wish he hadn’t.

Trying to scurry backwards quickly with shock and fear, Charles stared wide-eyed at the dismembered arm laying on the floor in front of him.

Huddling under the rubble in the corner of the room, he tried to regain his composure.

“Come on, Charles.” He thought to himself.

“Deep breaths. In... and out. In... and out.”

Calming himself to a degree, his morbid curiosity couldn’t help but notice the hand at the end of the arm something was gripping something. It looked like a blood-soaked piece of paper.

Crawling towards it, Charles did his best to ignore his disgust. Prying the bit of paper from the hand, he unraveled it.

Although the ink was smudge and the paper was saturated with blood, he could still make out a couple of letters: “D—T”

“D... T...” he thought to himself.

Strange, he thought as he tilted his head a bit.

“FREEZE! DONT MOVE!”

Paralyzed with fear Charles dropped the paper and put his hands up.

“This is how I die” he thought.

The shuffle of boots came closer as Charles closed his eyes tightly and licked his lips.

The hands from the masculine voice behind him patted him up and down as the interrogation began.

[jasoncimino]

Christian A. Avila

 Christian A. Avila [phone] Transitional Home 1820 7th. Street Long Beach, CA 90813 He Works as a server at Harbor House Sunset, .CAl PRACTICED HYPNOSIS ON ME WHILE I WAS A SLEEP WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE AND WITHOUT MY CONSENT.  HE WOULD PLAY WITH HIMSELF ALMOST EVERY NIGHT.  THE FIRST NIGHT HE GOT ME GOING AND WHEN I GAVE UP ON PERSUING THE SITUATION AND STARTED TO GO TO SLEEP.  I HEARD HIM SAY AAAAWAA. I HAD PROMISED HIM EARLIER THAT NIGHT I WOULD NEVER GET IN HIS BED WITH HIM UNLESS HE PUT ME THERE. I WANTED HIM TO KNOW HE WAS SAFE WITH ME. I THOUGHT STILL MAYBE HE WAS JUST DREAMING SO I TRIED TO IGNORE IT. ONE NIGHT I WOKE UP AND I HEARD SOMETHING. HE WAS SAYING LOOK JASON. TO DARK I COULD NOT SEE. I THOUGHT MAYBE THAT WAS A TEST. ONE NIGHT WE WERE TALKING AND AFTER I BROUGHT IT UP TO HIM. HE SPOKE TO ME AS IF I WAS LYING OR I WAS TRIPPING. I WAS REALLY ANGRY, I STAYED CALM. I TOLD HIM MAYBE IT WAS THE GUYS NEXT DOOR PLAYING. HE CONTINUED TO DENIE IT AND TO KEEP ON DOING IT. I DID NOT KNOW WHAT HE WANTED. HE SAID HE WAS NOT GAY, MAYBE HE WAS AFRAID TO COME, OR JUST LIKED TO BE WATCHED. FIRST I TOOK PICTURES TO SEE IF HIS EYES WERE OPEN. THE PICTURE ABOVE. MY THOUGHT ONLY, THAT HAS GOT TO BE A POSE. THATS A GREAT PICTURE I SHOULD JAVE CHARGED. THAT DIDNT WORK. I FELT GOOFY SO I SENT HIM COPIES OF THE 2 PICTURES I TOOK AND THE ONES HE KNEW I TOOK RIGHT AWAY . HE DID NOT SEEM TO MIND THEN ASK ME TO TAKE PICTURES OF HIS TATTOOS ON HIS LEGS. I AM THE FUNNY FLIRTY TYPE BUT I DO IT JUST AS FUN NOT TO BE TAKEN ANYMORE THAN FACE VALUE. I BARTENDED IN A GAY CLUB FOR 13 YEAR I ONLY WENT OUT WITH 2 PEOPLE AND 1 GUY I DATED FOR 5 YEARS. CHRISTIAN WAS VERY ACCEPTING. I SHARED MY GOINGS ON WITH 5 OF MY COWORKERS LOUIE, KATIE, ARVETTA, GWEN, AND CHARLOTTE. I KNEW HE WAS TRYING SOMETHING BUT I DIDNT KNOW WHAT.  I WOKE HIM UP A COUPLE OF TIMES AND HE LOOKED OR SOUNDED LIKE HE HAD NO CLUE. MY LIKE FOR CHRISTIAN MOVED UP FAST. I REMEMBER STATING TO KATIE. HOW I COULD NOT GET HIM OUT OF MY MIND. I EVEN PULLED OVER TWICE THINKING I SAW HIM SKATE BOARDING HOME. NEITHER TIME IT WAS HIM. SO I DECIDED TO RECORD. FIRST JUST VOICE. FIRST THE RECORDINGS SAID THINGS LIKE I WANT YOU I NEED YOU I LOVE YOU OVER AND OVER SUBLIMINAL. I DIDNT THINK IT WAS HIM. PLUGGED MY PHONE INTO THE CAR RADIO THE ONLY SYSTEM I HAD. NOW I COULD HEAR.  THEN I DECIDED TO LEAVE THE RECORDING ON A OLD PHONE THEN LEFT FOR WORK. I HEAR WHAT I THINK IS THE SUBLIMINAL HYPNOSIS. I COULD ALSO HEAR ARGUMENT, SAM WAS SLAMIN HIS DOMINO GAME WITH ANOTHER GUEST. CHRISTIAN WAS ARGUING THAT I WAS CONSTANTLY STARING AT HIM AND HITTING ON HIM AND WOULD NOT STOP THAT I EVEN TRYED TO GET IN BED WITH HIM. NOW HE WAS AFRAID THAT I WAS GOING TO RAPE HIM OR SOMETHING. BEACH TIME I LISTEN HE WAS LIKE A TOTALLY DIFFERENT PERSON. HE WAS VERY RUDE AND AS IF I HAD DONE SOMETHING BAD TO HIM. VERY NARCISTIC. IT WAS THE MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER WE BOTH USUALLY JUST WORE SHORTS. HE WAS ACTING LIKE I WAS CHECKING HIM OUT, WHEN I MADE THE POINT NOT TOO. RECORDINGS WERE CHANGING TO "I HATE YOU I DONT WANT YOU I DONT LOVE YOU." THEN ABOUT THE 10th OF OCT. I FEEL ASLEEP AROUND 12 AND WOKE UP 3.15AM. I HAD PROMISED TO GIVE GWENS CO WORKERS HUSBAND A RIDE TO WORK. I AWOKE QUICKLY AND LOST. I HAD LEFT MY RECORDER ON TO SEE IF I COULD PICK UP SOMETHING.  I STARTED TO LISTEN TO IT AFTER I DROPPED HIM OFF. THE RECORDINGS WERE IN A WHISPERS. "JASON LET ME IN ITS ME LET ME IN." I GOT UP AND LET THE PERSON IN. HE STARTED SAYING THINGS IN RYTHEME WITH MY BREATHING THEN I STARTED TO REPEAT BACK TO HIM. THEN ANOTHER GUY CAME IN AND SAID HOWS HE DOING. THE OTHER GUY SAID I AM JUST STARTING BOTH WERE WHISPERING SO I DONT KNOW WHO THEY ARE.  "I HATE YOU CHRISTIAN I DONT NEED YOU I DONT WANT YOU I HATE YOU I RAPE YOU." COUPLE OF THINGS I FOUGHT HIM ON BUT HE KEPT ON REPEATING IT WORD BY WORD WITH MY BREATHING UNTIL I REPEATED IT BACK.  WHEN I HEARD THIS I WAS SCARED. IT WAS ME AND I LISTENED TO IT DIRECTLY AFTER I DROPPED THIS HIT OFF. THIS HAD JUST HAPPENED AND I HAD NO CLUE. OTHER GUYS HAD MOVED OUT AND THERE WERE 4 MORE NEW ONES THAT HAD MOVED IN. ALMOST EVERY NIGHT CHRISTIAN STARTED AND I DECIDE TO FIGURE OUT ONCE AGAIN WHAT HE WANTED. I WOULD TALK TO HIM NORMAL AT FIRST. ONE TIME I HAD THE LIGHT ON AND DO HIS SEX IN HIS DREAM THING. JUST MORE DESCREATLY. ONE TIME I SAID "YOU REMIND OF THAT BOY WHO GOT MICHEAL JACKSON IN TROUBLE." HE SMILED AND ROLLED OVER. HE'S PLAYING. I KNEW HE QMQAS AWAKE , MAYBE HE LIKED PEOPLE TO WATCH HIM THATS ALL. I WAS LIKE THAT HARMLESS AND HE WAS KINDA CUTE. HE GOT MORE AGRESSIVE AS WELL AS ME TALKING TO HIM. I PLAYED SUMMISIVE I PLAY DOMINATE I PLAY DIRTY THEN I TALKED TO HIM DIRTY. ONE NIGHT I DID GET AGGERVATED AND AT ONE I SAID " I SAID I COME OVER AND SLIDE INTO BED WITH YOU AND INSTEAD OF SEX I AM JUST GOING TO POUND THE HELL OUT OF,YOU, IF YOU KEEP TEASING ME. I THINK THAT WAS THE NIGHT AFTER I MASTERBATED. THEN I FELT BAD SO I TOLD HIM. THE TRUTH IS I DON'T FIGHT, IF I WERE TO COME OVER AND START HITTING ME I WOULD STAND THERE AND LET YOU HIT ME. IF I FALL DOWN I WILL STAND BACK UP. I WOUNT LEAVE. I DON'T HIT PEOPLE. UNLESS YOU KILL ME. I WON'T RUN AND I WON'T STAND DOWN I WILL KEEP COMING BACK UNTIL WE PART WAYS PROPERLY. HE STILL KEPT DOING IT. SOME GUYS HIS AGE LIKE OLDER GUYS MY LAST BOYFRIEND LOOKED ALOT LIKE HIM HE WAS 25. SO THE WHOLE TIME HE INSTAGETED ME, PRETENDING TO BE A SLEEP AND I THOUGHT HE LIKE THE DIRTY TALK BECAUSE HE WOULD ALWAYS JACK OFF I THOUGHT I WAS HOOKING HIM UP. SO NOW I'M TALKING DIRTY TO HIM, I KNOW HE IS A WAKE AND I'M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT HE IS SAYING THAT WHY I AM RECORDING. ONE NIGHT, I TOLD HIM HOW TO PLAY WITH HIS BUTTHOLE HE SEEM IT. HE WOULD NEVER COME TO MY BED THEN FINALLY ONE NIGHT HE TOLD TO COME OVER I TOLD HIM NO THAT WAS THE NIGHT HE GOT UP IN DOGGY STYLE, PULLED HIS SHORTS DOWN TO THE BED. BAREASSED LOOKED AT ME AND SAID PLEASE TAKE ME, JASON WOULD YOU PLEASE TAKE MY ASS. I SAID NO, I NEVER WANTED ANYONE MORE THAN THAT MOMENT. IT WAS FAKE. HE WANTED ME TO COME OVER LIKE HE WANTED TO FIND MY POT. JUST TO GET RID OF ME HIS WAY. HE WANT ME TO PAY. HE SOUNDED UPSET LIKE* WHAT DID YOU SAY." " SAID I NO." I DIDNT UNLESS I WAS SURE HE WANTED TOO. IF I FOUND OUT LATTER IT WAS DUE TO INFLUENCE, I WOULD NOY HAVE FORGAVE MYSELF. WHEN I KNOW WERE BOTH AWAKE AND WE CAN LOOK AT EACH OTHER FACE TO FACE OK THEN. THAT WAS THAT. NEXT NIGHT SAME THING. BUT THIS TIME HE GOT UP ON ALL FOURS PULLED DOWN HIS UNDERWARE AND SAID TAKE ME JASON PLEASE TAKE ME. I SAID TO HIM AFTER THAT LISTEN LET'S DO THIS RIGHT YOUR OFF TONIGHT I BE HOME AT 10. WE CAN LOOK AND KNOW WE BOTH CONSENT TO THIS AND GET THIS OUT OF OUR SYSTEM. I WAS ACTUALLY EXCITED AND NERVOUS I GOT A PINT OF SO CO WENT IN THE HOUSE THINKING HE S NOT GOING TO BE THERE I OPENED THE DOOR MY NERVOUS CAME CALM HES HERE. I WENT TO TAKE A SHOWER I WAS BUZZED I NEED MY RAZOR FROM OUR ROOM I OPEN THE BATHROOM DOOR. IT HAD BEEN LESS THAN 5 MINS HE WAS GONE. I HUNG OUT A WHILE I WAS REALLY HURT, NOTHING SAID JUST GONE. I WENT OUT AND GOT SO DRUNK THAT NIGHT AND WAS JUST GOING TO LAUNDRY. I GOT SO WASTED MY FRIEND DROVE ME HOME AND TOOK A CAB HOME. IT WAS SO COLD AND ALL MY LAUNDRY WAS IN THE CAR I HAD NO BEDING. AS I OPENED THE DOOR I THOUGT I WOULD JUST HOP IN CHRISTIAN BED JUST TO WARM UP, THEN GET MY STUFF. I DIDNT EXPECT HIM TO BE THERE. I FELT WEIRD ABOUT GETTING IN HIS BED. IF IT WAS THE OTHER WAY AROUND I WOULD CARE. I WENT OVER TO SIT OVER GOT HALF WAY DOWN, OH MY GOD HOPPED OUT AND SAID I M SORRY CHRISTIAN I AM FREEZING. DO YOU HAVE AN EXTRA BLANKET I CAN BORROW. I KNEW HE HAD HIS OLD ONE UNDER THE BED AND HE SAID NO.THE CRAZY PART I WANTED TO. I HEARD EVERYTHING HE WAS TRAING ME TO DO WAS NOW ONLY TO HURT ME, EMBRASS ME AND TO MAKE ME TRY TO RAPE HIM AND MAKE ME A PERVERTED OLD MAN SO HE COULD SEND ME TO JAIL AND TREAT ME LIKE AN OUT CAST. BECAUSE HE WANTED NO ONE TO BELIVE HE WOULD FO ANYTHING I AM SAYING.. I AM JUST SAYING ALL THESE THINGS BECAUSE HE WOULD HAVE SEX WITH ME. HE ALMOST WON. LET'S LOOK A HONESTLY I HEARD THINGS ABOUT RAPE, HATE JASON. THE ARGUMENT DOWN STAIRS. I THOUGHT IF I WENT TO HIM I WOULD BE ARRESTED. I LEFT THE RECORDER ON AGAIN BEFORE I WENT TO WORK WHEN I GOT HOME I HAD RECORDED AN ARGUEMENT DOWN STAIRS CHRISTIAN WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT ME TO CHARLES. SAM WAS PLAYING DOMINOS WITH SOMEONE. CHRISTISN WAS SAYING THINGS ABOUT ME. ASKING WHY HE HAD TO STAY  STAY IN THE ROOM. CHARLES SAID I THOUGHT YOU COULD HANDLE IT. HE SAID I THOUGHT I COULD BUT HES DRIVING ME CRAZY KEEPING ME UP ALL NIGHT. HE IS STARING AT ME ALL NIGHT.CHARLES SAID I AM GOING TO KEEP YOU TO TOGETHER AND LET YOU WORK IT IF NOT ILL MOVE YOU INTO ANOTHER ROOM. HE SAID I DONT WANT TO MOVE TO ANOTHER ROOM. JASON WAS THERE FIRST. I MENTION THIS BECAUSE THE OTHER ROOMS WOULD HAVE 3 TO 4 PEOPLE IN THEM. AND HE WOULD NOT HAVE ANY WAY TO PRACTISE ON ANYONE.HE SAID WAIT HE HAS POT RAN UP TO OUR ROOM WENT THROUGH MY STUFF. I HAD RETURN TO THE JACKET THAT I FOUND IT IN. I THINK HE FOUND THE PHONE RECORDING. HE WAS IN THE ROOM SAYING TO HIMSELF YOU SET ME UP YOU NEW THEY WOULD BELIEVE ME. I GOING TO KILL YOU.  I FREAKED OUT I THINK EVERYTIME HE TRIED TO GET ME IN TROUBLE OR GET ME  KICK OUT HE THOUGHT I WAS SETTING HIM UP WHICH MADE HIM MORE ANGRY. HE JUST WANTED ME OUT BEFORE I COULD TELL ANY ONE WHAT WAS GOING ON. . NEXT DAY I ASKED SAM WHAT HAPPENED HE SAID NOTHING CHRISTIAN SEVERAL MESSAGE WHAT WAS GOING ON IF THERES APROBLEM WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME. WHY DID YOU TRY TO GET ME KICKED OUT. HE GOT HOME REALLY CALM AND SAID NOTHING HAPPENED LAST NIGHT YOUR CRAZY. I SAID I RECORDED YOU. HE WAS PIST. HOW DARE YOU RECORD ME. HE WAS UPSET. VERY COLD WOULD EVEN LISTEN TO THE RECORDING. HE STARTED TO GETTING READY SAID HE WAS MOVING TO ANOTHER ROOM. I WENT UO TO HIM AND SAID. CHRISTIAN I TOLD YOU SOMEONE IS PLAYING BRAINWASH OR HYPNOSIS RECORDINGS. ARE YOU SURE YOU HAVEN'T BEEN SAYING THINGS TO ME AT NIGHT. HE LOOK AT ME AND SAID I WOULD NEVER DO THAT, LOOKING AT ME LIKE I WAS GROSS. THEN HE LAUGHED IN MY FACE AND SAID I WAS DELUSIONAL. HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE ME S MOMENTS TIME BEFORE HE SHOT ME DOWN AND COULDNT BELIEVE HE TOLD ME I WAS DELUSIONAL . I SAID SOMEBODY IS PLAYING HYPNOTIC RECORDINGS. TELLING YOU TO HATE ME AND I AM HEARING YOU CALLING ME OVER. HE LAUGHED. YOU KNOW WHAT CHRISTIAN YOU HOPPED UP ON ALL FOURS AND PULLED DO YOUR UNDERWARED AND TOLD ME TO TAKE YOU LAST NIGHT THAT'S WHY I AM TELLING YOU. JUST DON'T LISTEN. VERY COLD HE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID I DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS AND LEFT. LATER THAT NIGHT I MET HIS GIRLFIRIEND IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE SHE CRYING. ASK IF I KNEW WE'RE HE WAS. HE'S MAD AT ME, HE IS PROBALY HANGING OUT IN ONE OF THE OTHER ROOMS. SHE SAID HE HAS MY CAR. HE WASNT OUR ROOM. I TRIED TO CALL HIM THEN SHE GOT A HOLD OF HIM. SHE SAID HE FELL A SLEEP AT HIS MOTHERS AND MISSED WORK. I TOLD HER HE WAS DOING SOME WEIRD THINGS TO ME AND HE WAS MOVING OUT OF THE MY ROOM. HE WAS SAYING HE WAS UPSET BECAUSE I HIT ON HIM. I OFFERED HIM A BJ. I WANTED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT HE WANTED FROM ME EVERY NIGHT. HEHE WAS UPSET BECAUSE HE THOUGHT I HAD BUSTED HIM. 2.30 AM CHARLES HAD TEXT ME ASKING WERE CHRISTIAN AND HIS FRIENDS WERE. I WAS ASLEEP. ABOUT 7 AM I SAW THE TEXT, BY THEN CHISTIAN WAS ASLEEP. I WOKE HIM AND TOLD HIM I SAID YOU WERE HERE. HE GOT SUPER MAD I SAID WHAT. YOUR WELCOME FOR HELPING YOUR GIRLFRIEND LAST NIGHT. I HAD NO CLUE THAT THIS WAS ABOUT ME. HE WAS REALLY UPSET. IT HAD TO BE FROM WHST I RECORDED. HE HAD ME BELIEVE THAT I WAS JUST HEARING THINGS IN THE RECORDING. HE WAS STILL SO MAD. SO TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER I TOLD HIM I WAS SORRY FOR RECORDING IN THE ROOM AND THAT I ERASED IT. HE GAVE SMILE THAT SMILE I  NOW KNOW THAT HE THOUGHT HIS HYPNOSIS HAD WORKED. HE SAID YOUR MORE THAN PERFECTLY FINE. I OFFERED HIM A NO AGAIN. HE SAID JASON I TOLD YOU I AM NOT GAY. I PLAYED THE I FEEL SO BAD. I SAID I CAN ASK CHARLES TO MOVE ME INTO TO ANOTHER. HE LAUGHED AND SAID YOUR MORE THAN FINE, DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT I SAID THANK YOU THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONLY 2 TIMES I EVER DIRECTLY HIT IN HIM. WHEN I HAD SEEN CHARLES I ASKED IF THERE WAS A PROBLEM. HE SAID NO EXCEPT I TALK TO MUCH. TODD WALKED AWAY. NOBODY WOULD TELL ME. SO I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON. CHRISTIAN WAS NOW STARTING TO MANIPUL ATE ME THAT SAM AND CHARLES WERE THE BRAIN WASHERS. I HEARD MANY DIFFERENT THINGS HE WAS TRYING TO CONFUSE. IT WAS WORKING. HE WENT MY LAST WEEKEND. THINGS WERE STILL HAPPENING AND GETTING MORE AND MORE EASIER TO HEAR. MY LAST WEEKEND CHRISTIAN HAD LEFT FOR S.F. I NOTICED HE HAD SIGNED OUT A DAY AFTER HE LEFT. THATS WHEN I WAS HIT HARD. ANYTIME I WAS HOME IT WAS LOUD WORK GOING ON AND ALL DAY AND NIGHT THE WHISPERING THREATS OF KILLING ME, GET OUT FAGGOT IT HAD STARTED THE TUESDAY DAY HE LEFT. THIS WAS SUBLIMINAL. DAVID WAS NEXT TO MY DOOR, WHISPERING OPEN THE DOOR SO I CAN COME IN AND KILL YOU. I OPENED THE DOOR NO ONE WAS THERE. HIS ROOM WAS RIGHT NEXT TO MINE. SPEAKING THROUGH THE WINDOW. WERE THE GUYS DOWN STAIRS. HEARD DON NEXT DOOR WALK IN HIS ROOM AND SAY " HI DAVID". ONE NIGHT I WAS RECORDING. NOW THAT PUTS THE TWO GUYS HYPNOTIZING BEING CHRISTIAN AND DAVID THE THE OTHER TWO GUYS DOWNSTAIRS AT THE KICHEN WERE THE TWO LONG SHORE MEN IAM. I KNOW IT WAS THEM BECUSE BY FRIDAY NIGHT I WAS A NERVOUS RECK I TOLD MY SUPPERVIZOR I WAS SHAKINHG AND SHE DIDNT KNOW IF I WAS SERIOUS THROUGH ALL THAT I NEARLY LOST MY JOB AND LOST MY CAR WITH UBER. ANYWAY THEY WERE ANSWERING MY ME. I BEGGED THEM CRYING PLEASE JUST KILLTHE FAGGOT AND GET IT OVER. JUST KILL ME. I PUT MY CAMERA IN THE WINDOW TO TRY AND TAKE PICTURES THEY WENT STILL THREATS OF KILLING ME. I WENT FOR A CIGARETTE. I HEARD THEM ENTER THEIR ROOM.  WHICH WAS RIGHT I WAS OVER THERE WIDOW. THE TALLER ONE SAID I THINK HE WAS CRYING AND THE OTHER ONE SAID "FUCK THAT ASSHOLE HE DESERVES IT, FOR PICKING ON CHRISTIAN." I HAD TEXTED CHARLES AND TOLD HIM TO CALL 911 THAT PEOPLE WERE THREATING TO KILL ME WHEN CHRISTIAN GOT HOME, I SAW A SMILE ON HIS FACE HE SAY DID THEY COME THE ROOM THEY CAN'T KILL YOU IF THEY DON'T COME IN. I WAS TIRED. I HAD TO WORK, CHARLES NEVER CALLED ME. I DIND SEE CHARLES UNTIL WED. CHARLES WAS HELPING WHEN I GOT MY CAR MONEY WASN'T COMING IN AS QUICKLY AS I HAD HOPED. I OWED AS OF 10/27 $1070 I GAVE HIM $145 THEN 9 DAYS LATER 11/5 I GAVE HIM $235. I TOLD HIM I WOULD HAVE MONEY AGAIN UNTIL 19, THAT I MIGHT 7. ON NOV 9 HE CALLS ME TO TELL ME I HAVE TO MOVE OUT OF THE BED ROOM HE NEEDS TENANTS THAT PAY. I CAN STAY IN THE GARAGE WERE WE HAVE THE POOL TABLE FOR EVERYBODY. I CAN MAKE A BEDDING NOT A BED AND MUST BE PUT AWAY AT 6 AM EVERY MOURNING NEVER TOLD ME WHEN I COULD GOT BED I HEARD THEM PLAY UNTIL 2 OR 3 USUALLY NO EARLIER THAN MIDNIGHT. I CAN KEEP MY CLOTHES AND OTHER THING IN CHARLES STORAGE. WHEN I NEED TO GET MY THING I GET THE KEY FROM CHARLES. CHARLES CAN BE REACHED FORM 930 AM TO 930 PM. I BARTEND I GO TO WORK AT 9AM SOMETIME I COME HOME AT 12 AM I COULD GO DAYS WITH OUT BEING ABLE TO GET MY STUFF THERE'S NO BATH ROOM OR KITCHEN. I WOULD HAVE FROZE IN THERE AT NIGHT. I WOULD NOW BE CHARGE $300 A MONTH. I WAS SO LUCKY MY FRIEND LET ME MOVE IN MY OLD ROM TIL I FIND ANOTHER PLACE. I NOW OWE $1100 MONTH I HAVE TO CATCH UP ON. CHARLES NEVER ASKED ME ABOUT WHY I TEXTED HIM TO CALL 911. THE NEXT FEW DAYS CHRISTIAN WAS NON STOP TRYING TO GET ME TO GET IN HIS BED HE WAS LAYING SAY COME OVER AND FUCK ME JASON OVER AND OVER. FOUND OUT LATER I WAS FILMING HIM HE WAS FILMING ME AS HE WAS ACTING AS HE WAS SLEEPING THE HOUSE WERE ALL WATCHING ME LOOKING LIKE I AM STARING AT HIM AND ABOUT TO JUMP IN HIS BED. TWO DAYS WENT BY WHEN CHRISTIAN WAS THERE IT WAS NICE. WHEN I GOT AND CHRISTIAN WOULD LEAVE IT STARTED ALL OVER AGAIN. I AFRAID AS SOON AS I CALL THE POLICE THEY WOULD ALL DENIE IT WAS HAPPENING AND MAKE ME LOOK CRAZY. I LEFT MY PHONE ON MY BED. I FORGOT I HAD GIVEN HIM THE PASSWORD. ON THE WAY I SAW HE HAD ERASED 70% OF MY RECORDINGS. I WANT IT TO BE KNOWN CHRISTIAN IS STILL HARASSING ME TO THIS DAY I JUST TODAY LISTEN TO RECORDING WHERE I WAS SAYING THINGS TO HIS SUBLIMINAL RECORDING.