#he would 100% get pushed too far by an older executive and

[emile-hides]

Hey, requesting a ramble; given the chance what singular thing would you change about Fairy Tale as a show?

What would you change about the fandom?

Blessed with the ability to ramble I'm gonna answer these out of order because one I want to actually go off about and the other I'm trying so hard not to be too negative with.

The fandom itself, I'm surprised to find, is still alive. Mostly for the manga, 100 Year Quest, and the Gajeel spin off apparently. Super cool love that for y'all.

But I think the general Fairy Tail fandom is very... Boring?

I don't want to be mean! Everyone has the right to enjoy fandom however they want of course! This is an attack on no one! Live your life! I love and respect you so much!!

Just like. 90% of the active fandom are infatuated with Natsu/Lucy exclusively, which I don't get at all. Coming from My Hero Academia, I saw how big the cast of this program was and really expected everyone to have their little Blorbo guy with their own niche content. Blurry screen caps and low quality images with "There he is the scrimblo!!" kind of nonsense.

Instead the entire place only cares about the Main Guys Smooching. There's no crack ships, there's no Tono Rabbits Stan accounts, there's no Some Gremlin Blorbo from my shows background character lovers and it's Really jarring?? And boring. Y'all boring.

If I could change anything about the fandom, I'd ask y'all to pick A Guy (gender neutral) and go rabid for them. There's so many guys of so many types in this program. Please fawn over someone other than the main 7.

Okay I'm worried about this post being annoying and too long so what I'd change about the show itself is going under a Read More

Really I want to change a LOT about the program itself. The execution, the treatment of most female characters, everything with Lisanna, the lore behind Magic, the Morals behind Magic. There's a lot to unpack here.

But if I absolutely had to pick one thing to change it's be the character's ages.

I found out recently that Mirajane is 19 in canon. Cana is 18. The oldest woman in the Guild before the 7 year time skip was Evergreen at 20. TWENTY. That's how old Bisca is when she gives birth to Asuka!! (roughly. Asuka doesn't have a canon age but she's somewhere between 5-6 based on how she acts)

I'm twirling this show's timeline on a fork like Spaghetti these girls are going to be 20+ and you're going to like it.

Here's my rough concept so far (this is for the beginning of the series, the wiki list their ending ages, after the two different 1 year time skips and the 7 year stasis)

I want to make Natsu the oldest of the dragon raised dragon slayers, but still roughly the same age as Grey. I'm thinking 23 or 24 for the both of them, with Gajeel close behind at 22, and Laxus just ahead at 25 or 26.

Lucy I want to be the youngest current member, so she can stay at 17-18, but I also want Erza to be young compared to the Raised By The Guild squad, so she's 19, maybe? Levy's 20-21, Cana's 23, and Juvia is 19-20, like Erza.

Mira gets the most change because I just think she should be pushing 30, maybe 27 or 28. Elfman about 3 or 4 years younger at 24 or 25, to keep him Grey/Natsu aged. Lisanna has about the same age gap, 3 or 4 years, making her somewhere between 20 and 22.

I really jangled up the Thunder Legion because apparently Bickslow is the oldest at 22 in canon. He's still 22 in this version but now he's the Thunder Baby. I wanted to keep Freed around the same age as Laxus, so 25, and Evergreen the same age as Mira, maybe a tad younger at 26-27. I like the idea of Bickslow being the youngest anyway, he's big but young and it fits with his personality. I'm tempted to make him 18, but your 20's are age of being dumb anyway so it's fine.

Macao and Wakaba are in their mid 30's at the beginning of the series, Reedus in his early 30's on par with Mira maybe older, with Warren, Max, and Mest all near mid 20's I think. I don't have exact numbers for them because I don't really know if they're meant to be Natsu's peers or not, but they all seem pretty young and stupid. Jet and Droy are the same-ish age as Levy, 20-22, with Jet being a year younger than them.

Wendy's hard because apparently she's 12 when we meet her, but she doesn't change at all in the next 2 years, which simply isn't how being on the cusp of puberty works. But I don't have as much wiggle room as I do with everyone else sense she's at the stage where she should be growing a lot so I'll just keep her 12-13.

Unrelated but Sting and Rouge being the same age as Wendy is the reason I hate the 7 year stasis thing. We deserve more age diversity in dragon slayers, I say. They can't all be a brisk 18, that's boring. Also how old is Erik??? Genuine question I cannot get a read on him.

The exceeds are also hard but it bothers me that supposedly they all hatched at the same time when they were supposed to be an entire lost generation (which for humans is about 20 years, cats about 2 years). Unfortunately I don't have a scale for how long they are expected to live, what their incubation period is like, how long their infancy to adulthood is, if Happy and Carla are even considered child bearing aged adults in their society at their canon age of 6, etc.

Still I think there should be a few years or so between them, so in order oldest to youngest of Earthland born Exceeds it's goes; Carla, Samuel, Lector, Happy, and Frosch. Also I wanna add right here unrelated to anything, Nadi is my second favorite Exceed, right behind Samuel. I love them.

I realize this causes a collection of problems with how the timeline reads, but considering the constant usage of 7 years never really came up in a meaningful way I am more than happy to tear that consistency apart.

#Thankyou for asking #Fairy Tail #This ask took me all day not because I had to think on it #But because I had to put it down and run around getting Christmas decorations with my dad in the middle of it #Luckily I THINK I got everything I wanted to say out #I'm sorry for calling the fandom boring I really just #Usually when I get into a Program with a big cast everyone has their little guy (gender neutral) #MLP and MHA are both like that everyone's got their Main Character Fave and their Obscure Fave #Everyone's got their Main Ship and their Crack Ship #Because there's just SO MANY GUYS #But I feel like every post in the main tag is either about Natsu or about Natsu/Lucy #Roughly there's some people in there rabid over Gajeel and like. You know what that's fair #Fixing these character's ages is a dream I love it I love it a lot #I WISH I had a better read on Sabertooth they just. #They weren't??? Importaint??? to me??? #Like Blue Pegasus was around from the beginning so they felt more pressing than Sabertooth #The only think that made Sabertooth plot importaint was that they had last minute dragon slayers #And BECAUSE they're so last minute I cannot for the life of me get a read on them #Age sexuality gender etc I have no solid headcanons for them because they feel so... Unimportant??? #Sorry sorry #Thankyou very much for reading my long post if you did #And if you post exclusively about NaLu that's fine it's your right you post whatever you want that's how fandom works

[dracosathenaeum]

Great Love Story | Final Part | DM

#A/N: Apologies for the long wait, with what went down the other night and overall writers block this took far longer than I expected. I hope this is a satisfying ending for everyone who’s been reading so far!! Let me know what you thought of it overall!! Also this chapter is dedicated to @slytherinwh0re and Voldemort’s feet :3

Warnings: swearing, violence, food, mentions of strangling and sex

Word Count: 2,781

PART 1 | PART 2

Waking up alone in that empty bed had perhaps been worse than when Draco had broken up with you. You had left his room that time thinking he had left you because he had lost all feelings for you. This time, he had left even though you knew of his true feelings, feelings that he couldn’t hide. Jealousy was never easy to hide for Draco, but luckily for you it just showed that he still cared for you.

You had spent days after he had left you with nothing but second thoughts in your head, debating with yourself whether or not he was worth it. You could’ve walked away and let that last night be a mistake, leave it to be the final moment of closure between the two of you (if you could even call it closure).

But no, learning from mistakes apparently wasn’t an option for you.

You just wanted the truth, was what you told yourself as you wrapped a green tie around your neck; not revenge, just the truth.

“Remember all you have to do is walk past Draco and smile at me from across the hall a couple times. He’ll be able to connect the dots from that alone.”

The older Slytherin looked at you with a smirk on his face, “If I knew all I had to do was swap ties with you and walk past Malfoy to have someone do my potions essay for me I would’ve offered my services years ago.”  You had been lucky enough to have found (bribed) someone to help you pull the truth from Draco, even if you weren’t too fond of the person himself. You were up for playing the long game though you doubted Draco could resist interfering before long.

You ran your fingers through his soft locks, ruffling them up a little before unbuttoning both of your top buttons to make it seem more realistic. “You know, if you wanted to make it authentic, we could just actually get with each other? I wouldn’t mind rubbing it in Malfoys face that I got with his girl.”

Retracting your hands from his shirt, you grimaced, “This is enough, thank you Adrian.” You were only being polite since he was helping you out; the second you no longer needed him you would make sure he knew you’d never be interested in him.

“Come on, before they all finish eating before we’ve even gone in.” You walked into great hall, head held high and hand gripped in a clammy hold. As much you had hated how Draco’s hands had always been cold, you suddenly found yourself missing them greatly.

You let go of his hand and the both of you walked your separate directions but that was all you needed. You sat down with your friends and watched as Theo pointed out your tie and then the person who had yours. You didn’t even both keeping your gaze on their table for Draco’s reaction, something would come sooner or later.

“y/n, uh, are you sure this is a good idea? I know if sucks, but he’s clearly moved on, I don’t think making him jealous will work when he looks at Pansy like that.”

He hadn’t told you he loved you the other night, nor had he let you say it, but his love language was never with words. The way he held you, the careful touches and well-placed kisses, those were what made you believe there was still hope, and if not, at least an actual explanation rather than fucking you into the oblivion only to leave you before the sun was awake.

You knew he loved you still, but perhaps there were now two in his heart. Your eyes wondered back to the Slytherin table, expecting him to be glaring holes into the side of your head or arguing with the boy who had your tie around his neck, but no. He had his eyes trained on Pansy’s eyes, his fingers playing with a strand of her perfect hair. Grace was right, you had no chance when he was looking at Pansy with stars in his eyes. Though perhaps that was your answer itself. Your plan had been perfect, you had just executed it around the wrong people.

//

He had fucked up once, he wasn’t about to do so again; not when the stakes were so high. His one moment of jealousy causing him to lose control had only furthered his resolve to not do so again. It simply wasn’t worth the risk.

He would only take partial blame though, his twit of a partner clearly wasn’t as sneaky as she had claimed to be, one slip up each was already more than allowed and although they both knew, it seemed only Draco was taking it seriously.

Talking to Pansy had been less than helpful, “She could’ve joined in.” being her only response, her red painted lips curling into a smile that made something in his stomach tighten. Perhaps he was the fool to expect more from her.

Her shortcomings and the disappointment he felt of his own lack of self-control had perhaps been the only thing to stop him from punching the shit eating grin off the rat who you had decided to use to pull a reaction from him.

He had been with you just three nights ago and he knew you, knew you inside and out. The hickeys on your neck were his marks and all 3 of you knew that; swapping ties with some poor sucker and ruffling his hair wasn’t going break him. Not by a long shot.

It had taken him everything that night outside the room of requirement to not push you in and take you until you remembered you could only feel that way for him, yet he had managed to spit out the word whore and swallow the instant regret, grimacing at the memory of your palm striking his face.

He had done all that to have his weak heart ruin it when he found you with Theo.

He had almost ruined everything.

But yet again his weak, traitorous heart failed him when he found himself with his fist across someone’s face.

//

You had kept your eyes trained on the food in front of you to prevent the temptation of causing yourself any more pain, instead working your brain on how best to get Draco alone and on how best to procure some veritaserum (was that even legal?).

Throwing back the last of your pumpkin juice, you gave a quick goodbye to your friends before you all but ran to the library in attempts to look for some answers. Well you had tried getting to the library; you had been barely halfway through the great hall when Adrian had seemingly appeared from thin air, his hand on your upper arm pulling you to a stop.

“So when do I get my compensation for this favour?”

You didn’t know what it was, but the way he looked and spoke to you had the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He had leant in, warm puffs of air blowing across your ear as he spoke to you. Not the kind that had you melting in Draco’s arm, but the kind that had you wanting to turn and run, but his bruising hold on your arm wasn’t about to let that happen.

“The Slytherin prince looks like he’s about to murder me, I think I deserve more than an essay. Let me fuck you and we’ll call it even.”

The joy in your chest from hearing that your plan had worked was quickly replaced with the most revoting feeling, you physically gagged and wondered why no one intervened as you had physically recoiled from him. Draco may not have been many people’s first picks, you wouldn’t try to hide his faults, but he at least had some respect and dignity.

Your mouth fell open, not sure if you should slap him across the face or swear at him until he got the point.

“The audacity-”

“If I ever see you within 100 meters of her again, I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to fuck again.” Yet again another Slytherin has seemingly appeared from thin air, cutting off you off before you could even say what you wanted to say. Adrian had been smart enough to let go of you the second he had heard Draco’s voice, but it didn’t make up for the fact he had been stupid enough to act.

You strode out the doors of the great hall as soon as you remembered how to use your legs, catching Draco’s his fist connecting with Adrian’s face out of the corner of your eye; the sickening crack of the collision was enough to bring a smile back on your face. That and the fact Draco had yet again shown his true colours, now you just needed to know why he was hell bent on hiding them and hurting you both.

You hadn’t realised how lost in your own thoughts you had been in until you found yourself in the courtyard with a blonde Ravenclaw waving happily at you.

“Hi y/n! Isn’t it beautiful out today? I wanted to take Pansy on a picnic, but you understand why that’s not quite possible yet.” You hadn’t expected to run into Luna so soon, though you avoiding her out of sheer embarrassment had definitely been a major factor of that.

“You’re okay being the ‘other woman’? Luna you deserve so much more than that.” The two of you weren’t particularly close (other than when you had seen her being sent to heaven by Pansy’s fingers), but she felt an obligation like any other person might’ve.

“Other woman? I thought Pansy said you two had made up again? They're just faking it for you-know-who. I guess Draco had to be stricter since he has his secret task, but it’s odd he’s taking so long to tell you.”

You blinked. You remembered how to breathe again and then the anger came.

“I have to go but thank you Luna, I owe you.” You didn’t have time to come up with a speech or a plan, you would just find him and do whatever your impulses led to.

You were going to make him repent for every second lost, for every ounce of heart ache you felt and then you’d have him beg for you, if you managed to not strangle him first that was.

You ended up pounding on the doors to the dungeons when he had been nowhere else. With each place you searched resulting with him not being there, your anger built, the frustration worse than it had ever been.

“Jeez woman, is someone dead?”

“No but with that look it looks like someone’s about to be.”

The doors had opened revealing a far too happy Pansy and Theo, clearly enjoying how mad you seemed to be. You didn’t waste a second, pushing past the both of them to see Draco sat casually on one of the leather sofas, clearly bragging about how he had just punched Adrian.

“You had no right!”

As if it wasn’t enough that The Dark Lord was walking around his home barefoot and threatening his family’s lives; his ex-girlfriend was now going to kill him. Well, he’d rather die by her hands than his any day.

“You still haven’t told her?” You hadn’t even heard Pansy come up behind you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. For everyone else it seemed like a jealous ex-girlfriend causing drama, a sharp look from Draco had sent everyone scrambling as he mumbled a silencing charm under his breath.

“If you want me to apologise for punching Pucey, I would rather you slap me again.” He was still lying to you. Your hands curled around his collar, pulling him up from his casual lounging across the sofa.

“Luna told me everything. You had no right to make that kind of decision for me. Who else knew?” You watched as the colour drained from his face, you turned to see Pansy, Theo and Blaise quickly avert their gazes. The three of them clearly thought they would be watching you shout at Draco for punching Adrian as they quickly found other places to be once they realised your true intentions.

“Can we actually talk now without you running off with your so-called girlfriend who has been dating another woman and without you only paying attention to me when you deem necessary?” Draco had slumped back onto the green leather, hand dragging over his face as he refused to meet your gaze again, the expression on his face a far cry from what it had been just moments ago.

“I can’t explain everything to you. Can you just trust that I’m doing what’s best for you? For us.”

If his voice hadn’t been so shaky, if his body hadn’t trembled like is had when he was 13 as you held him against you as he cried about the passing of his grandfather, you might not have decided to not push further.

So Harry was right, though some part of you had always known, after all in what world would Harry Potter make something like that up. You had just deluded yourself into thinking Draco wouldn’t be dragged into it. “I know Draco. You don’t have to say anything you can’t, but I know.”

His eyes whipped up to meet yours, clearly not expecting that response from you. You looked at him with the same fierce gaze he loved and for a second he thought you’d slap him again.

He thought you’d hit him and run or even worse, you’d stay.

“If this wasn’t the best possible option, I wouldn’t have chosen it, you have to understand that. It was better than the alternative of losing you and my parents. Do you know what he does to people? Do you know how he tears them apart? How he would rip your mind into shreds and then leave you with just enough life to watch him do the same to everyone else you care about.”

You stayed silent; you hadn’t thought about the bigger the picture this whole time, focusing only on you and your insignificant feelings.

“I refuse to put you at risk. If I had to make a choice; if I had to choose between saving you or my parents, I don’t know who I’d choose and that terrifies me. I can lose you and try to move on or find you again, but I can’t abandon my parents without signing their death warrants.” His words hurt. There was no masking that, but you knew he was right, he was making the most logical decision and you could not fault him for it, no matter how much your heart objected.

You just looked at him for a tense second, your brain trying to piece together what to say and what to think. Life had not prepared you for this moment.

“But the way you looked at her-“

“Looked at who?”

“Pansy.”

“I was imagining you.”

Your cheeks flushed with warmth, unsure if it was embarrassment, relief or anger. His fingers reached for yours, the familiarity of his wrapped around yours loosened the ball of nerves in your stomach just a little.

“Okay. Go.”

“What?” His fingers tightened their grip on your hand.

“I’ll wait until after the war; but you better find yourself on the right side. Just stay alive and I’ll find you.”

“And if I’m in Azkaban?” a voice so small you almost didn’t hear it.

“I don’t believe you could do anything horrific enough to end up in Azkaban; but even so, you better make some right choices because you hold our future in your hands Malfoy.”

He looked at you as though you had gone mad, and frankly you might’ve. After all, who would wait for their ex-boyfriend after finding out they were a death eater?

“You cannot be serious.”

“I would wait a lifetime for you.”

It had been those very words that had given him hope, something he didn’t think he would ever have again after taking the mark. He had not convinced his father to reconsider and that was something he would have to live for the rest of his life; but he had his mother. A mother’s love would prove yet again to be a saving grace.

The two of you may not have rebuilt what you had until years after, but when it came to making that all important choice, he had chosen the right one.

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[the-silentium]

Doppelganger

Summary: Reader found herself in front of the weirdest situation ever. Her boyfriend... fighting himself from another timeline.

Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Words: 2250 words

Warnings: TUA season 2 spoilers, violence, sex reference, swears. 

A/N: The season 2 was crazyyy! Can’t wait for a season 3 now . Okay, so let's say Five got his time travel to 2019 good and is the same age as his siblings and the reader.

Being in a relationship with one Hargreeves was strange enough. It took you a while to get used to your boyfriend's habit of jumping from spot to spot, mainly because he, sometimes, would bring you with him and nausea would hit you like a train. As much as you admired his ability, your stomach had a limit and space-jumping was far from it. 

Five Hargreeves was your best friend from the age of seven. Whenever he wasn't practicing, studying or fighting crime, he passed his time with you, playing around, pranking his siblings or simply hanging out. He became your boyfriend on your twelfth birthday. You were never one for big parties, so Five took you out, bought you the next book of your favorite series that recently got published and took you to the roof of his house. The space had been decorated with string lights, pillows, blankets, a projector and a plate of doughnuts you suspected were from Griddy's. You passed the evening watching Marvel movies, both of you leaning on the other, your head on his shoulder. He asked you to be his girlfriend at the end of the night.

Being in a relationship with one Hargreeves naturally comes with passing time with his siblings, which let’s be honest, add to the strangeness of your daily life. Klauss constantly talking to an invisible Ben, sometimes laughing at you like a maniac because you almost sit on his brother. Diego with his usual black suit, sharpening knives at any time of the day and throwing them randomly only to move them in the air. You didn't have enough fingers to count the times you had leaned down in a hurry trying to dodge a knife that had ultimately deflected from its trajectory before it could reach you. You knew they would never hit you, but your survival instinct was strong. Luther and Vanya were usually silent when you were around. From what Five had told you, Luther was just shy around you and Vanya was… Vanya. Allison was pretty happy to have another girl to hang out with. You liked her kind heart and felt comfortable around her. 

You never thought that your life could get more strange. Or fucked up. But then there was Five’s disappearance, which broke your young heart. This same heart started beating again 17 years later at Sir Hargreeves’ funeral, when your boyfriend reappeared, taller than in your memories. His hair was longer, his young features were now mature and his stubble made him incredibly attractive. Tears fell from your eyes when your gaze found his. Immediately, he space jumped to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your smaller form.  

Finally, you thought. Everything is back to normal. You should have known. The apocalypse was at the corner and you had to stop it. Needless to say it wasn't a big success. So there you found yourself, in 1963, in front of two fighting Five. The Five of your timeline wasn't doing a lot of progress convincing the older Five to follow the plan and get into the portal, so you got an idea. 

At the bar, the older Five couldn't take his eyes from you. His fingers twitched at his sides when he first saw you, a clear urge to take you in his arms written on his features. With a smile you made the first move, sliding your arms around his waist in a hug, head on his chest. His sharp breath made you tighten your hold a bit. He just passed 45 years without you and you couldn't imagine the pain he was in. His embrace was just as tight around you, but you didn't mind. Your own Five had been as desperate for contact when you both reunited. 

You faintly heard a soft "I missed you" before a forced cough ended the moment. You released your hold around him with a smile. The second his hands were off you, another hand got a hold of yours and pulled you to a strong body. Your boyfriend radiated jealousy. You rolled your eyes, knowing that it was useless to explain your actions because of the paranoïa he was currently in. 

Back to the present, Luther was getting more agitated by the minute and the hits he received from both Five were nothing to help. Before something too dramatic happened, you took the matter in your own hands. 

"Five!" Your shout got both their attention almost immediately. Both of them had the other's collar in their grip, fist in the air ready to strike.

As you walked up to them, the fists slowly fell down, surely to avoid hurting you in the process. Their grips though stayed the same. 

"This," you said removing both their hands off the other, "is childish." They both huffed, insulted but not daring to talk back to you. You put yourself between them, facing your boyfriend and pointed to Luther. "Go with Luther." 

His brow furrowed in indignation. The sweat dripping from his forehead, his messy hair, his wide eyes and his crumpled clothes made him look like a wild animal. You hoped he wouldn't be jealous and trigger the seventh phase. You couldn't deal with homicidal rage and you doubted Luther could either. 

"I won't let you-" you cut him off by raising your hand between you. Reluctantly, he closes his mouth and glare at you. Sadly for him, his glare had stopped affecting you long ago. 

"I got this." Your palm made contact with the tense muscles of his torso. Never before had you felt him like that. Stiff. Ready to slit throats. You shot him a wink, hoping he would back down and let you execute your plan. Again, you should’ve known that it would never be as easy. 

Having run out of patience, Luther got a hold of the sniper rifle and pointed it in your general direction. “Hey, assholes!” The second your boyfriend registered that the rifle was pointed at you, he quickly got a hold of your left arm and pulled you to safety behind him. In the corner of your eyes, you saw the old-timer do the same, only a second too late. “I’m done listening to you both. I’m in charge now!” The barrel of the sniper traveled from one Five to the other multiple times, accelerating your heartbeat. 

“Luther, lower that gun.” Both Five growled at the same time. Two hands were still traping you behind your younger Five, his protective grip keeping you in place. 

Luther shook his head. “Not before you two-” his words abruptly died under the two murderous ice-blue gaze of well trained assassins. That was your cue to save the day.

“Luther. Lower the gun.” Your voice was steady, you knew what you had to do. To your surprise, Luther listened to you, the gun slowly lowering to the ground once again. You gently pushed Five toward his brother. “Let me talk to him.” You were pleased with your confidant tone despite how insecure you felt inside. Five’s grip on your arm loosened after a while, allowing you to take a step toward the older Five. 

You were pleasantly surprised to see that your boyfriend’s blue gaze would never lose its brightness. The older version of Five still has his stunning icy eyes, which means that you will have the pleasure to get lost in them for your whole life. The enamored smile that slowly stretched your lips caused the older Five’s heartbeat to skyrocket. He had missed that smile for 45 years and he was desperate to see it again and again. 

“You could have it, you know?” His eyes went wide, mouth slowly opening in silent words. His astonishment made you chuckles. “You may not be the Five of my timeline, but you are still Five. I can still read you like a book.” Your beautiful smile almost made him tear up. He was definitely helpless when it came to you.

“I really can? After all I’ve done?” You didn’t have to read him to know he was apprehensive of your answer. As kids, Five always repeated to you that he never cared anyone’s thought of him, never failing to put the emphasis on anyone. But you were perfectly aware that your opinion counted. And a lot at that.

“Of course.” You looked at him with sad eyes, thinking of the you of his timeline. The you that is still waiting for the love of her life to come back. Your gaze fell on a couple down the parking lot, walking happily hand in hand. “I know for a fact that I’m waiting for you back home.” Your eyes found his once again. “Because my heart will always belong to you.” 

The older Five took a sharp breath in, trying to keep his composure. He opened his arms a bit inviting you for a last embrace that you contentedly accepted. You made sure to do it quickly so there was no more jealous altercation but made sure to convey your message properly. “You know, if you make sure that your siblings are good with Vanya, you and the other me will have plenty of time to catch up instead of worrying about the apocalypse. And if I could give you a bit of advice…” You got on your tiptoes to be closer to his ear, whispering the next part. “Don’t shave your stubble. I can’t resist it.”

Older Five’s chuckles reached your ears, making you smile. You two separated after a few seconds and the old-timer nodded to his younger self, who needed not to be told twice. As quickly as he could, your boyfriend used his power to create a blue vortex toward 2019. 

“Into the vortex you go, asshole.” Five’s sharpness made you roll your eyes. His hands pulled you to him, allowing him to kiss your cheek possessively. 

“Give me the math so I don’t end up too young or too old for her.” He winked at you, earning a laugh from you. There could be a thousand Five out there, but you were 100% sure they would all be the same. Meanwhile, your boyfriend’s arms tightened around you. 

“You stand next to the vortex and I’ll tell ya.” The old-timer hesitated a moment, knowing well that his younger self could easily double-cross him.  “Go!” You smiled at him and nodded, assuring him that you would not let that happen. Older Five made his way toward the vortex, close enough that he started to be pulled slightly by it. 

“Now give it to me!” You kept an eye on your boyfriend before he gave the equation, wanting to be sure he would be honest. You saw a flicker of mischief, but a slap on his chest from you got him back to business. 

“It was a typo. We put the decimal in the wrong spot in our proof of the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles of planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree. We wrote down five-point-seven. It should be-”  You were so lost it almost made you laugh. Instead, you put your head on his chest, hugging his side. His arm automatically wrapped around you, his hand stroking tenderly your back. Oh, how you loved your genius. 

“Zero-point-nine-seven.” Their synchronism got the best of you this time and your laugh escaped your mouth. A kiss on your head made you tighten your grip for a second, reciprocating the sentiment. 

“Son of a bitch! I knew that didn’t look right!” Older Five took a time to breathe and prepare himself. He looked at the young couple in front of him, ready to finally find his happiness once again. “I guess this is it. I’ll see you soon.” He winked at you. You smiled and waved goodbye.

“Now off you go.” By your Five’s tone, you knew it was time for the old-timer to go. If he took another second, you were sure that Five would push his older self through the vortex with enthusiasm. Just before the old-timer has time to get in, a fire extinguisher was expulsed out of the vortex, hitting Luther square in the head. 

Your eyes went wide from the shock. You didn’t see that coming, but then you remembered Klaus throwing it in the blue vortex, back at the funeral, and you can’t help yourself and laugh wholeheartedly. 

During this time, the old-timer entered the vortex, safely appearing on the other side. True to his word, the younger Five gave him the good formula. He felt young again. But most importantly, in front of him was you, the second part of him. Before the tears in your eyes could fell, he space jumped to you, pulling you in his arms. He silently thanked the you that was still stuck in 1963 for convincing him to get in the vortex. 

In 1963, you smiled at your Five before giving him a kiss. He was still a sweaty mess, but you two have already been there. If you were lucky, maybe later you two would be a sweaty mess together. A smirk appeared on Five’s lips, clearly telling you that he caught your train of thoughts. 

“We did it!” Luther’s cheers burst your bubble, pulling you back to reality. “We have the briefcase!” Five sighed in your hair. There was still much to do before getting some alone time. 

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[moriarty-bibliotheca]

—✧ ❝𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞❞ ✉

— 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✉

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: hello, if you don’t mind - I’d like to request a story where the reader is catching it BAD for Albert but that goes direCTLY in contradiction to her bad bitch independent woman thing so she keeps trying to push it down but unfortunately he just happens to be in love with her and is 100% ready to take that wall down as smooth and kindly as possibly sliding into her dms?? If that makes sense??

❝ 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

— 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

— 𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

— 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀!

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: why hello, dear! this request is adorable i hope you like it! i really had fun writing this, thank you for waitinggg! <3 a note to new readers, please check the request status before sending in a request, i have linked it in both my bio and the rules! thank you! now go ahead and check the story out~

“Y/N,” said Louis as he approached you, “brother wishes to speak to you.” You nodded at him and walked your way to the lounge where William usually is, you sat at a chair across from him as you waited for the male to speak up. “Oh,” finally taking notice of you, William placed his newspaper down and faced you, “there’s a ball tonight, you’ll be coming with us.”

Well, that was a surprise. “Your dress is in your room,” said William as he smiled and leaned back on his chair to continue reading, “brother Albert will be there.” There he is again, teasing you about Albert as if you had any feelings for the older male. You scoffed as you rolled your eyes and stood up, “I’ll be going only because you told me to.” 

The blush was evident and of course, William noticed this. He gave you a smirk and cooed an ‘okay’ before letting you leave and head to your room. Somehow, he knew about your hidden feelings for Albert even if you did not tell anyone about it, this man sometimes scares you with the amount of knowledge he has.

You huffed as you entered your room, the heat on your cheeks slowly faded away as you spotted the beautiful dress that you were supposed to wear for the ball tonight. Is this a mission or is it just a normal ball? You couldn’t tell but, you weren’t one to complain. You looked at the (chosen color) dress as the skirt flowed down to the floor, it was pretty long and you reckoned you might trip by accidentally stepping on your dress. 

The intricate designs on the fabric were well-made, you could say you liked this dress and the Moriartys went out of their way to tailor this for you. You noticed a folded piece of paper on your bed, it must’ve arrived with the dress, you picked it up and unfolded the letter to read its content. 

“Y/N,

The ball will be at Lord Oliver’s estate, I’m sure you’ve heard of him since you were paying attention during our meeting. You will be attending with us, make sure to bring your tools and hide to where no eyes can see, burn this letter right away once you’ve read it. 

- WJM”

Ah, so it was a mission after all. You folded the letter and burned it using the fire of your candlestick that was placed on top of your study table, you threw the ashes away and started preparing for the ball. 

Minutes later, you decided to relax at the lounge and have some tea. You left your room and went to the kitchen to prepare some tea for yourself for you did not want to bother Louis into making one for you, you hummed a soft tune as you poured yourself some tea and grabbed a few snacks to nibble on, and placed it on a tray.

You carried your tray to the lounge and set it down on the table, you sipped on your tea as you grabbed a book that was placed on the table. You enjoy your alone time as your eyes were stuck to the book and your mouth was filled with hot tea. what a lovely “me” time. isn’t it?

“Fancy seeing you here,” the voice immediately made you stop your reading process and choked on the tea by accident, you weren’t expecting anyone to see you here and if ever someone did, why would they scare you like this. “I’m sorry, did I scare you?” asked the voice, your intense gaze shifted from your notebook to the person who dared to distract you from your self-time.

“Albert,” you said as you let out a sigh and continued on reading, you heard his footsteps getting louder as he walked closer to you and sat on the chair beside you, you felt your heart beating louder and your focus on the reading material was slipping away, you ignored it as you cursed to yourself to stay calm.

“Are you coming to the ball tonight?” asked the older Moriarty as he looked at you, it was almost like he was observing you. You dared not to have eye contact with him and continued reading your book, despite your quick beating heart, slight sweaty palms, and pink dusted cheeks. You almost thought you were ill. is there something about Albert that made you feel sick every time he’s around? 

“Yes,” you replied, you tried to keep your conversation short as you were starting to feel like your heart was about to burst out of your chest, you took note of how wonderful his scent was, but you couldn’t tell what perfume he was using. You cleared your throat as you distracted yourself from your thoughts and tried to focus on reading, he just stayed there as he eyed you with a smile.

You were starting to wonder why he was just smiling at you, you broke your gaze from the book as your wonderful eyes met his emerald ones, his smile grew a little as you raised a brow. “Why are you smiling?” you asked, he shook his head as he leaned on the chair and heaved out a sigh, “nothing.” 

“I just saw something beautiful,” added the male as he looked at you from the corner of his eye to see your raw reaction. Your blush darkened and he noticed, your brows furrowed as your lips formed into a pout and huffed, you continued looking at the book to distract yourself despite the ineffective means of distraction.

Albert chuckled as he stayed there, you wouldn’t admit it, but it was nice to have some company even if it’s just sitting in silence together. While Albert was enjoying the silence with you, you were sitting there staring at the word “love” that was engraved on the piece of paper, your thoughts mindlessly took over you as you stared at the book.

Was he flirting? He kept sending compliments lately and while they were sweet, you were also a little confused. There was no way he liked you more than a friend, it’s not like you would want to pursue a relationship with him either way. You were fine on your own and you were contented, you don’t need a man to make you happy.

So then, why is he making you feel otherwise? Even the slightest mention of him drives you on the edge, you’re immediately interested in any conversation that involves him and you tried not to make it obvious. You let out a sigh as you tried to push away your thoughts and go back to reading, he must’ve noticed that you were stuck on page 29 for the past 10 minutes now. 

Hours have passed and it was already time for you to leave for the ball. You grabbed your choice of weapon and strapped it around your left thigh, you made sure it wasn’t loose enough for it to fall, but not too tight to make you feel uncomfortable. 

Your hair was styled in a neat and beautiful updo with a few loose strands of hair by your ear, your dress perfectly hugged your beautiful figure, and your choice of heeled shoes were comfortable to walk on and the color perfectly complimented your outfit. Once you were ready, you left the room and went to the front gates to where the three brothers were waiting, they smiled upon seeing you as Albert walked closer to you and held his hand out for you to hold on to while stepping inside the carriage.

You thanked him as you sat inside the carriage with the other three following afterward, they complimented you and you did the same in return. The whole ride was quite silent, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Suppose, you all already knew what you are supposed to do once you stepped into the huge estate of the earl that was hosting the party. 

A few minutes have passed and you have arrived, you entered the huge ballroom with the brothers and looked around the area. You were amazed despite being to several manors before, the shiny items in the room were eye-catching and the chandelier made the entire room so bright in contrast to the night. The four of you separated ways and went on their own and enjoyed a little bit of their time without being suspicious, you stood nearby the window as a waiting staff approached you and served you some snacks and drinks, you thanked them and grabbed one glass of wine.

You sipped on your drink as you stood at the corner alone, you didn’t bother mingling with others for you were doing well on your own, you weren’t planning on randomly talking to some strangers anyway. Your eyes scanned the entire ballroom and your eyes first landed on William, he was seated at a table a few feet away from you, he was also enjoying himself with some drink and looking around, waiting for the perfect time to execute the plan.

Next, your eyes landed on Louis who was not too far from where William was sitting, the younger Moriarty was standing at a nearby corner and observed the host of the party whilst one bloke was trying to have a conversation with him. You can already feel Louis’ desire to be left alone. 

You tried to look for the older Moriarty, but you couldn’t spot him among the huge crowd of upper-class ladies and gentry. You let out a soft sigh as you gave up on searching for him, you weren’t exactly worried for he can take care of himself. I mean, he is a fine grown man. 

You continued sipping on your wine and minding your own business until you heard the waltz music start to play, it wasn’t the usual fancy waltz melody for it seemed to give a little bit of dark masquerade vibes, but you did not mind; you liked it. You did not want to dance so you continued sipping on your wine while looking out the window.

“May I have this dance?” It seems like you were going to end up on the dance floor so long as some fancy bloke took an interest in you, you let out a sigh as you placed the wine glass on a table and shifted your gaze to the man who dared to disrupt your time.

Once again, it’s Albert. He seems to be disrupting your “alone time” a lot, you didn’t mind though. You nodded at the male as you took his hand, he smiled at you as his hands intertwined with yours and his other hand stayed on your waist, you placed your other hand on his shoulder, but did not dare to initiate eye contact for you knew your cheeks will end up red again. 

You started dancing to the sound of the music that echoed across the room, he retracted his hand from your waist and used it to grab your chin to make you look at him, your eyes immediately landed on his beautiful emerald ones, he smiled at you as he placed his hand back to your waist. Your cheeks were dusted in pink and you hoped it won’t be noticeable with the make-up that you have just applied, your eyes stay locked with his as you two continued dancing through the night.

It was like nobody was around, nobody mattered at this moment, it was just you and him. The music was long tuned out and all your focus was him and only him, he pulled you closer as you continued dancing. Being this close to him was unintentionally making you nervous, while you did think that you have no feelings for this man that you were dancing with, your mannerisms were saying otherwise. 

Your heart started beating a little fast, you weren’t feeling uncomfortable and in fact, you were enjoying your time with him. You stood close to the male as you continued dancing to the beautiful melody, your eyes stay locked with his as you once again took note of his scent. His scent was heavenly, it makes you forget about everything and wished to dance the night away. 

“Y/N,” called the male in a soothing voice, “are you enjoying the night?” You nodded as your eyes stay locked with his, he smiled at you and continued dancing with you without knowing that his two brothers were observing you a few feet away. “You look absolutely breathtaking,” mumbled the male, you blushed and smiled at him as you spoke, “thank you, I do think you look quite fit.”

You were being friendly, at least, you think so. There was no way this is considered flirting, he was just being nice. 

After the dance was over, he excused himself out of the ballroom with you and stayed on the balcony. You looked out and eyed the beautiful scenery that was illuminated by the street lights and some darker places were a bit visible by the moonlight, you watched as the leaves of the tree danced to the wind, the townsfolk walking their way back home after a busy day, and some stores closing up for the night.

Albert stood next to you as he observed the same scenery that you were admiring, you looked at Albert and asked him why was he out here with you. to which he replied, “I wanted to watch the stars with you.” You stayed silent as you stared at him for a bit before continuing on your admiration for the view, the past few minutes have been silent as usual, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable as it feels safe for you to be with someone you know in this elegant ball. 

“You’re beautiful,” said Albert while his gaze stared at the sky, you did not dare to face him and continued admiring the view. “You said that earlier,” you said as you watched the twinkling stars up ahead in the sky. “I will say it over and over to remind you how stunning you look in my eyes,” is he teasing you right now? Well, you’re not having it.

“I’m well aware of that, Albert,” your response was deliberately cold, but it didn’t seem to affect the male at all. My, he seems to be even more interested instead of feeling offended like most blokes do when talking to a confident woman. “I’m glad you acknowledged it yourself,” you let out a hum as a response and continued observing the view of the city from the balcony. “Aren’t you going back inside?” you asked the male as you took notice of how he was standing right beside you and tagging along with you. 

“And leave you alone? No,” said Albert as he looked at you, your gaze remained on the view of the city and tried to brush off his stare. “I can take care of myself,” you answered as you let out a soft sigh and looked at him, he was smiling at you, and at this point, you have no idea why he kept on smiling around you.

“I’m well aware of that,” his smile never left his features, does he not feel pain for smiling all the time? You stayed silent as you looked at him, he let out a soft sigh before looking back at the view. “I wanted to spend some time with you,” confessed the male as he looked at you from the corner of his eye, you blushed a bit as you tried to ignore his gaze.

Despite the evident blush, you wanted to know why he was sticking around you so much and went as far as complimenting and teasing you with every chance he gets. “Why is that?” you asked, the male did not expect you to ask for an explanation and you can tell from his sudden reaction. He let out a chuckle and said, “it’s not my fault that I fell for you.” Are your ears playing tricks on you? Perhaps it was your mind? There was no way you heard Albert confess to you.

“What?”

“It’s not my fault that I fell for you, you tripped me.” My, the man was being a little bold with his remarks, the blush on your cheeks darkened as you tried to ignore his gaze and think of a perfect reply. “Are you joking?” you asked in surprise, you wondered if he intended to let you know his feelings or if he was just joking around. 

“I do not jest, my dear.” His eyes were now on you as you stood there, shocked from what was happening, he grabbed your hand and kissed it without breaking the eye contact. “I’m glad to have spent the night dancing with a beautiful lady like you,” said he, you did not know what to say and you tried to think of the perfect response, but nothing seems to come to your head.

“It’s time for us to get inside,” said Albert as his eyes stay locked with yours, you nodded as he offered his arm for you to hold, you wrapped an arm around his as you returned to the hall and walked back to where you were originally staying.

As you arrived at your station, you looked at Albert who smiled at you and never seemed to break his gaze away from you. “Till then, my lady.” He winked as he placed another kiss on your hand and stood straight, he was about to walk away until you grabbed his wrist and said, “I’m glad I spent the night with you too.” 

He looked at you and smiled, “I would give you a kiss, but I’ll reserve that for when we get home.” He gave you another wink before walking away to William whilst you blushed and tried to distract yourself by drinking another glass of wine. 

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: thank you for the amount of Albert requests! requests are still closed so please do wait until they are open before you send in anything! i have already stated it in the rules to check the status before requesting! <3 thank you so much, love! i hope you enjoyed! come back again! we’re always open for a good read <3 

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could I possibly get Simon x fem!reader angst where Simon and her are in love but she doesn’t know the extent of what the saviors do to other groups and when she finds out she considers running away from the sanctuary and she feels guilty because she loves him so much but she’s horrified at the thought of what the saviors are capable of? thank u I’m in love with your blog so much

Of course! Thank you so much! :) Thanks for requesting!

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How Fast It Can Change

Simon x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language, Sexual implications.

Word Count: 2,582

“It doesn’t matter. You still did it.”

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The Sanctuary was perfect. Too perfect. They had endless supplies, food, basic survival resources. Everything was well put together for the most part, and things usually ran smoothly. You had grown to love living here. You had made friends and acquaintances, as well as gained a lover along the way. You weren’t shy to admit that Simon sealed the deal for you.

The thought of spending everyday with him was enough for you to accept a full time commitment to this place. You had a nice bedroom, plenty of food, a steady job, and a social life of sorts. Having Simon as a boyfriend was the cherry on top. 

You had become quite the item around the Sanctuary. If someone saw Simon, odds were that you were close by, and vice versa. In a way, you were kind of like that one high school couple always running around. Everyone knew you were together, and no one dared to try and break it up. You fell in love quickly, and you were convinced there was nothing in the world that would’ve changed your mind.

His kisses were warm on your skin as he peppered your neck, stirring you from your deep sleep. You inhaled deeply, pushing him away for waking you so early. He had always been more of a morning person than you, so your response wasn’t surprising. His kisses stopped, and you almost fell back asleep before you felt him pulling you back to him and nibbling on your ear. 

You let out an annoyed groan, burying your head into the crook of his neck. He chuckled in a groggy voice. 

“Good morning to you too, baby.” He said sarcastically.

You huffed, wincing at the feel of his facial hair on your cheek.

“It’s so early.” You complained. 

“It’s 6:30.” He replied. 

“I concur.” You sneered.

He laughed again, turning to face the other way, but stopped when you whined in protest. 

“Oh, now you want me?” He asked as if he hadn’t just tried to shower you with attention. 

He brought you into his arms once more, content that you weren’t squirming away anymore. His nose was buried in your hair, and he was really beginning to dread having to get up soon.

“When will you be back?” You asked.

Simon was leaving with Negan and a few other Saviors for a “run of sorts” as Simon had explained it. Something felt fishy about it, but you tried not to ask too many questions. Negan didn’t really go on runs unless it was something major.

“Probably Thursday.” Simon replied.

Your eyes opened wider at that. It was currently Tuesday, which meant they’d only be gone for two days. Something was definitely up.

“That’s all?” You questioned, leaning up on your elbow to look at him better.

He scoffed.

“Well don’t sound so disappointed about it.” He joked.

“No, I mean that runs usually take a lot longer.” You pointed out.

Simon shrugged. Truth was, Simon wasn’t really 100% sure of what they were going to be doing. Although, he had a pretty good idea, and he thought it would be best to leave you out of it.

“It’s just a short run I guess. I don’t really know what to tell you.” He said, hoping you wouldn’t keep dwelling on this conversation.

There was a lot that went on around the Sanctuary that you didn’t know about. Simon saw all the ins and outs of how Negan ran this place, and had become very desensitized to it all. Simon didn’t really have a great radar between what was right and what was wrong anymore. Ever since getting involved with Negan, things had become pretty blurred. 

“You gonna stay busy while I’m gone?” He queried, changing the subject himself.

“Aren’t I always?” You wondered.

“When you’re not late.” He declared.

You laughed out loud, feeling much more awake now.

“Okay, so I’m late MAYBE once a week. If you didn’t keep me up so late then I wouldn’t sleep in.” You argued.

He smirked at that, sitting up to be level with you.

“This is the first time I’ve heard you complain about that.” He said, leaning to kiss you.

You kissed him back before he pulled away.

“Things change, you know.” You said with a nod.

“That they do, darlin’.” 

His alarm clock went off finally, signaling that it was really time for him to get up. He let out a growl, reaching to silence the screaming clock. He looked at you again, a devious smile playing across his features. 

“How about a quickie before I go to work?” He suggested coyly.

You hummed thoughtfully.

“Now who’s gonna be late for work?”

He laughed at your cheekiness, tackling you back onto the mattress, earning an excited shriek from you. He kissed you wildly, your hands roaming over his toned midriff. He hovered over you, stopping only for a moment to look into your eyes.

“I love you.” He purred.

“I love you, Si.” You replied before kissing him again and starting his morning off right.

Simon went to join Negan and his selected crew not long after, prepared for the next couple days ahead. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but the entire time that Simon was gone, you had a weird feeling in your chest. You felt like something horrible was going on, but you couldn’t identify what it was. Everything was business as usual around the Sanctuary, but something in the air was bugging you. 

It wasn’t until they returned on Thursday night that you discovered what it was. And it almost made you physically sick. A group of Saviors had passed you in the hall when you caught the tail end of their conversation.

“Negan apparently obliterated the guy. His brains were squashed out all over the place,” The first Savior claimed; “Right next to his wife too.”

“No kidding! I heard the first guy didn’t even make a sound when Negan “Lucilled” him.” 

You had heard that term before. Everyone knew about Negan’s famous weapon of choice. A baseball bat adorned with barbed wire. It was a nasty weapon that could do some serious damage. You had only heard people refer to it when talking about walkers, but you had a bad feeling that they weren’t talking about the dead. 

You stopped in your tracks. Surely...Negan hadn’t done that to a person. What did they mean by “the first guy”? How many people were involved with this? You did a full 360 and went back the direction you had come from, suddenly not interested in seeing Simon anymore. Your mind was reeling, and you caught yet another conversation from a different set of Saviors.

“It was brutal. My stomach almost couldn’t take it.” A voice that you knew to be Arat spoke out.

“At least it wasn’t another Oceanside situation. Simon was fucking nuts for pulling that stunt.” The older man she was talking to piped up.

You felt your blood run cold. What the hell was Oceanside? What did Simon have to do with it? You knew there was one person you could get some straight answers from. Richie was a pretty laid back guy. Never really got in the way, but was loyal to Negan. One thing you liked about him was that he always told it to you straight. 

As much as you loved that, it made the news so much harder. 

Turns out the “run” wasn’t really a run at all. Negan was scoping out a group in a little community called Alexandria. Negan had rounded them up execution style and brutally killed two of their members. Apparently, they had even taken one of them prisoner. Negan was going to start taking a portion of their resources for the Sanctuary and was planning on stripping them of all their weapons. Negan had even tried to get one of them to cut off his own son’s arm.

As gruesome as that was to hear, that wasn’t the worst of it. 

You asked Richie about Oceanside, and for the first time, Richie was apprehensive to answer. He almost seemed...sympathetic. Eventually, you squeezed it out of him. Part of you wished you hadn’t said anything. 

Richie said it was more of a rumor than anything, but that a few years ago, Simon had apparently wiped out an entire community in one go. People of all ages and backgrounds. Just completely disposed of them all. Negan had seriously considered throwing Simon out on his ass after that, but ultimately decided he was worth a second chance. 

You weren’t sure what was worse. The fact that he had killed an entire community or the fact that he did it without being told to. 

You left Richie in a fog, taking short and shallow breaths because you felt as if you were about to puke up everything you had eaten in the last three weeks. You needed time to process this, and you wanted to be as far away from Simon as possible. 

You returned to your room. You’d be sleeping on your own for the first time in forever. The moment your door was closed, you slid down the back of it and let out a gut wrenching sob, burying your head in between your knees. 

Could the man you loved so much really not be who you thought he was?

You didn’t sleep for the next three days. Words and disturbing images flashing through your head on an endless loop. You stayed away from Simon, Negan, Arat, or anyone that had been there. This was killing you to think that you were involved with a place that did these kinds of things. 

You didn’t want to be involved with that. That was so far from your moral compass that it gave you a headache. The thought of leaving crossed your mind in passing the first time. You could just get up and leave without a trace. No one would ever know when or why. Negan could find someone to replace your job. Someone who had more of a stomach for this sort of thing. There was only one thing keeping you from walking out right that second.

Simon. 

Despite how horribly you felt about this, you still loved him. Undeniably, you’d love him until you couldn’t anymore. He was the greatest thing that had ever happened to you...but you didn’t know if you could live knowing he had such a hand in the way Negan ran this place. You would never be able to justify the way Simon killed all those people. You wouldn’t be able to feel his touch the same again without thinking about what other horrid things he had done with his hands. You couldn’t look into his eyes anymore without wondering how many people he had seen take their last breath.

You’d never see him the same again.

It was hurting you. The thought of leaving him without saying anything. Knowing him, he’d go out looking for you the moment he knew you were gone. So, you decided to tell him, even if it hurt 100x more. Turns out, you didn’t have to go far to find him.

A knock on your door sounded out about midnight. You knew it was him before you even opened the door. You hadn’t seen him in days, and you hadn’t spent a day apart since you had arrived a year ago. It was only a matter of time before he came to find you. You took a breath before opening the door, to reveal a very worried Simon. 

You felt your heart sink into your shoes. This was going to be the hardest thing you had ever done. He looked at you through bleary, red eyes. He had been crying, and his demeanor told you everything he needed to know. 

He knew that you knew.

“[Y/N]...” He breathed out. 

You didn’t say anything. You fought the tears that were threatening to fill your eyes, you didn’t want to cry anymore. 

“I can’t stay here anymore.” You confessed, just above a whisper.

His fears had turned out to be correct. Every neuron in his body shut off and restarted it felt like. He was going to use everything in him, every nerve, cell, vessel, and fiber to fight for you. He couldn’t let you just leave.

“Let me explain.” He said, entering your room.

You closed the door slowly. You weren’t in the mood for excuses.

“You murdered them, Si,” You sighed; “You wiped them out like they were nothing.” 

He let out a shaky breath. He had no way to defend himself. Even he couldn’t defend what he had done.

“That was a long time ago.” He said truthfully.

You shook your head.

“It doesn’t matter. You still did it.” You said calmly. You couldn’t have screamed even if you wanted to.

He was at a loss. He really knew that this was probably it. He couldn’t even blame you for it. 

“And then you just watched...and let Negan kill two innocent people? And then allowed Negan to further traumatize that boy?” You asked incredulously; “He’s a kid, Simon.” 

Tears were streaming both of your faces now. You weren’t looking at him. Your head was lowered and you stared at the tips of your shoes. Your heart was beginning to crack. The more you spoke, the deeper it went. Your voice cracked in sorrow, and your head ached.

“The worst part is even after all that...I still fucking love you,” You admitted; “Do you know how messed up that is?”

He almost chuckled, but he knew better than to. It wasn’t an amused laugh by any means, but he knew what you meant. He walked carefully towards you, standing just a foot or so in front of you. You refused to look at him still.

“We can move past this.” He said, in a final attempt to get you to stay.

You looked at him finally, because you really wanted to read his expression for this.

Your heart panged in your chest

“Can we?” You asked seriously.

His hesitation and lack of an answer told you that he really didn’t know. The fact that there was any question at all was enough for you. You had to leave. You brushed past him to grab your backpack. 

Your heart cracked a little more.

You slung it on your shoulders. He wasn’t putting up a fight, because he knew it was over. You stopped in front of him once more, looking into his watery eyes. If nothing else, you wanted to give him a proper goodbye. Even if he didn’t deserve it.

You kissed him. 

It was deep and slow and full of hurt. It was the most painful kiss you had ever had. He knew it was the last time. He’d likely never see you again. Never feel your skin or wake you up in the mornings by leaving kisses on your neck. 

This was it.

You pulled away first. Not looking at him again. You had to leave now before you were tempted to stay. You walked past him and out your bedroom door, leaving behind your greatest and only love you’d ever know. The door closed with a loud echo. 

Your heart completely broke. 

You cried and cried as you walked out of the Sanctuary. One single thought running through your mind over and over. 

Things really could change.

#simon #simon x reader #the walking dead simon #twd simon #simon twd #simon the walking dead #simon twd x reader #simon twd fanfic #simon twd imagines #twdbegins

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

September 9, 2021

Heather Cox Richardson

After weeks of pleading with Americans to get vaccinated as Republican governors opposed mask mandates, ICUs filled up, and people died, today President Joe Biden went on the offensive.

Saying, “My job as President is to protect all Americans,” he announced that he was imposing new vaccination or testing requirements on the unvaccinated. The U.S. government will require all federal employees, as well as any federal contractors, to be vaccinated. The government already requires that all nursing home workers who treat patients on Medicare and Medicaid have to be vaccinated; Biden is expanding that to cover hospital workers, home healthcare aides, and those who work in other medical facilities. “If you’re seeking care at a health facility, you should be able to know that the people treating you are vaccinated.”

Using the Department of Labor’s Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA), Biden will also make employers with 100 or more employees require that their employees either be vaccinated or show a negative coronavirus test at least once a week. He pointed out that big companies already are doing this, including United Airlines, Disney… and the Fox News Channel.

Together, the new vaccine requirements will affect about 100 million Americans, making up two thirds of all U.S. workers.

Biden also urged those who run large entertainment venues to require vaccines or show a recent negative test for entry. He has already required teachers at the schools run by the Defense Department to get vaccinated, and today he announced that the government will require teachers in the Head Start program, which is federally funded, to be vaccinated. He called on governors to require that all teachers and staff be vaccinated for coronavirus, as their states already require a wide range of vaccinations for other diseases.

Calling out those like Florida governor Ron DeSantis, who has taken a stand against mask mandates and is threatening to withhold the salaries of school officials who defy him, Biden said that “if these governors won’t help us beat the pandemic, I’ll use my power as President to get them out of the way.”

He is using the Defense Production Act to increase production of rapid tests and has worked with major retailers to sell those tests at cost for the next three months. The government has also expanded free testing at 10,000 pharmacies and will spend $2 billion to distribute nearly 300 million rapid tests to community health centers, food banks, and schools. He has ordered the Transportation Safety Administration to double the fines on travelers that refuse to mask.

After deploying nearly 1000 healthcare workers to address this summer’s surges in 18 states, the president is now sending in military health teams from the Defense Department. Meanwhile, he said, the U.S. continues to donate vaccines to the rest of the world, “nearly 140 million vaccines over 90 countries so far, more than all other countries combined, including Europe, China, and Russia.... That’s American leadership on a global stage, and that’s just the beginning.” The U.S. is now shipping 500 million more Pfizer vaccines to 100 lower-income countries.

“Many of us are frustrated with the nearly 80 million Americans who are still not vaccinated, even though the vaccine is safe, effective, and free,” Biden said. More than 175 million Americans are fully vaccinated, and for the past three months we have created 700,000 new jobs a month. But while nearly three quarters of those eligible have gotten at least one shot, the highly contagious Delta variant has ripped through the unvaccinated, who are overcrowding our hospitals, threatening the health of our children, and weakening our economic recovery.

“[D]espite America having an unprecedented and successful vaccination program, despite the fact that for almost five months free vaccines have been available in 80,000 different locations, we still have nearly 80 million Americans who have failed to get the shot…. And to make matters worse, there are elected officials actively working to undermine the fight against COVID-19,” Biden said. “Instead of encouraging people to get vaccinated and mask up, they’re ordering mobile morgues for the unvaccinated dying from COVID in their communities. This is totally unacceptable.”

“[W]e have the tools to combat COVID-19, and a distinct minority of Americans—supported by a distinct minority of elected officials—are keeping us from turning the corner…. We cannot allow these actions to stand in the way of protecting the large majority of Americans who have done their part and want to get back to life as normal.”

“We’ve been patient, but our patience is wearing thin. And your refusal has cost all of us,” he said. “So, please, do the right thing.”

The Biden administration is pushing back, too, on Texas’s Senate Bill 8, which prohibits abortion after 6 weeks and thus outlaws 85% of abortions in the state. Today, the United States of America sued the state of Texas for acting “in open defiance of the Constitution” when it passed S. B. 8 and deprived “individuals of their constitutional rights.” The United States has a “profound sovereign interest” in making sure that individuals’ constitutional rights can be protected by the federal government, the lawsuit declares. "The act is clearly unconstitutional under longstanding Supreme Court precedent,” Attorney General Merrick Garland said.

What is at stake in this case is the ability of the federal government to defend Americans’ constitutional rights against local vigilantes, a power Americans gave to the federal government in 1868 by ratifying the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution after white former Confederates in southern states refused to accept the idea that their Black neighbors should have rights.

Since the 1950s, the Supreme Court has used federal power to protect the rights of minorities and women when state laws discriminated against them. S. B. 8 would strip the government of that power, leaving individuals at the mercy of their neighbors’ prejudices. The government has asked the U.S. district court for the western district of Texas to declare the law “invalid, null, and void,” and to stop the state from enforcing it.

This issue of federal supremacy is not limited to Texas. Glenn Thrush of the New York Times today called out that in June, Missouri governor Mike Parson signed the Second Amendment Preservation Act, which declares federal laws—including taxes—that govern the use of firearms “invalid in this state.” Like the Texas abortion law, the Second Amendment Preservation Act allows individuals to sue state officials who work with federal officials to deprive Missourians of what they consider to be their Second Amendment rights. “Obviously, it’s about far more than simply gun rights,” one of the chief proponents of the bill, far-right activist Aaron Dorr, said to Thrush about his involvement.

There were other wins today for the Biden administration. Today was the deadline for federal agencies to produce a wide range of records surrounding the events of January 6 to the House Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the United States Capitol, and according to the committee’s Twitter feed, those records have, in fact, been forthcoming.

And Taliban officials did allow a plane carrying about 115 Americans and other nationals to leave Afghanistan.

Biden’s new approach to the pandemic is, as Josh Marshall of Talking Points Memo points out, good politics as well as good for public health. About 65% of the voting age population is already vaccinated, and older people are both more likely to be vaccinated and more likely to vote. With most Americans vaccinated and increasingly frustrated with those who refuse, there is little political risk to requiring vaccines, while Republicans standing in the way of public health measures are increasingly unpopular. Florida, where deaths from coronavirus soared to more than 300 a day in late August, has begun to limit the information about deaths it releases.

If Biden’s new vaccine requirements slow or halt the spread of the coronavirus, the economic recovery that had been taking off before the Delta variant hit will resume its speed, strengthening his popularity. Those Republican lawmakers furious at the new vaccine requirements are possibly less worried that they won’t work than that they will.

Notes:

https://www.justsecurity.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/lawsuit-doj.pdf

https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/speeches-remarks/2021/09/09/remarks-by-president-biden-on-fighting-the-covid-19-pandemic-3/

https://www.cnn.com/2021/09/09/politics/biden-administration-texas-abortion-law/index.html

https://january6th.house.gov/news/press-releases/select-committee-issues-sweeping-demand-executive-branch-records

https://www.nytimes.com/live/2021/09/09/business/economy-stock-market-news

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1b3CD2rFn105IQ7ziTfcTT5m8bzv1gBXE5-RXEV0phMM/edit

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/09/09/us/politics/missouri-gun-law.html

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/afghanistan-news-taliban-to-let-americans-evacuate-flights-from-kabul-airport/

https://www.nbcmiami.com/news/local/as-covid-deaths-soar-florida-curtails-public-records-on-which-counties-hit-hardest/2547538/

Josh Marshall @joshtpmThe vax mandate is good public health. It’s also good politics. A big majority of the voting age population is already vaxed. About 65%. Propensity to vote and likelihood of being vaxed both rise with age. The vaxed are losing patience w the voluntarily unvaxed who …

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September 10th 2021

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

#vaccine mandate #COVID-19 #public health #vaccination #Federal Government #The US Constitution #political #Heather Cox Richardson #Letters From An American

[aelaer]

Re: Blood in Your Veins

Hey so uh.

As anyone who’s been following me for a while knows, I started the serial “The Blood In Your Veins” about this time last year (it used to be ‘my veins’ but retitled it on its move to AO3 because execution of prompt had changed a bit over writing). It’s a prompt that I couldn’t stop thinking about and just dabbled in slowly to see where it went. Then 2020 fully hit and my writing came to almost a complete stop until about October, which is when I began again on Illuminating the Shadows, which was finished and posted in December.

Anyway, I’ve been poking and prodding fairly continuously at The Blood in Your Veins. The first four parts that I posted originally here on tumblr are now all on AO3, and once part 5′s up I’ll link it here and link everyone who wanted alerts to the updates then so they can see the new part. Then all future parts will be linked here as well.

(Cut because why the *hell* did I write this much about this?)

I’ve been slow in posting because I, against better judgement but why not, decided to post it as a WIP. But that means I keep on making edits to older parts because I think of something new that should be addressed earlier in the story. Like uh, when I was writing part 9, I realized I needed to go back to part 5 and add an addendum. When I was writing part 12, I realized I totally forgot a part that I ended up adding in part 8, because I needed it for a future connection. This happens all the time in my writing and makes posting WIPs almost dangerous because my thinking is rarely linear if the story takes place over a course of more than a couple days. Thus the very slow posting.

So this silly little prompt thing that I was just prodding and poking at to see where it went? The farking doc passed 50k words tonight. Yup.

Granted, like 10k of that is probably outlining, personal notes, and A/Ns filled to the brim with meta, medical science, fake science, and technical/computer engineering because I love talking about it and giving people info to access easily for their own knowledge. I figure I can’t be the only one who finds this stuff super fascinating and fanfic makes it unique in that it’s not a book where the research is irrelevant, you can show off all the interesting stuff right here and talk about it with people! I love that about fanfic, so much. Sometimes the A/Ns are just as interesting as the story in some stories.

So it’s gonna be a bit slow for however long, but I finished 11 parts (with 10 betaed), have the 12th largely written out (though I’m not 100% sure about it yet so I want to poke at it more), and parts uh, 13 to 17ish outlined. But considering I was like “yeah this is 8 parts at most” like, at the beginning of this, that number is bound to change because characters keep saying things and doing things (including the supporting OCs, who are demanding to be fully fleshed out within the bounds of supporting character roles).

And yeah, this is just a ramble of what I’ve been mostly doing as I haven’t been super active on tumblr this month as this has consumed most of my free time. I haven’t read a lot of works either, and once this is completed I hope to remedy that, before I go into my next two big projects (which were meant to be what I was working on *now*, but then this took over and what will you do. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to complete three novel-length fics in the course of the year, but I’ll see what I can do. I really want to tell these stories).

Uh, this was really long. Sorry, I’m super verbose and don’t know how to be like, succinct. My old boss, two bosses ago now, used to quote Twain about brevity being a sign of wit, but if it is, call me 100% unwitty because I like to ramble. And then I always feel a little bit guilty for writing *so much* about my bullshit, so I feel like if you read this far, you 100% deserve to read a preview of an upcoming section. Especially since you pressed the Read More button! So here you go, thanks for reading my rambles. This is a section from the longest part so far, part 8. It’s a long little bit!

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"How high's the toxicity now?" Tony asked as he stepped off the scale.

"Yesterday's blood sample came back at 0.45 milligrams per kilogram of your weight," Stephen replied. He snapped on a pair of latex gloves.

Tony offered his arm for the blood draw. "And if 3 milligrams is the magic number for fatality, that'd put my current blood toxicity at 15%."

Stephen inserted the needle at the crook of Tony's elbow and watched the tube fill up. "That's not quite how it works."

"It makes sense to me."

"That's still not how it works." He removed the needle and capped the tube, and as he put everything away, explained, "Saying that your blood toxicity is at 15% implies that you're talking about the whole volume of blood in your body. You're probably at about 5,500 milliliters with your weight, and with the density of blood equaling about 1.06 grams per milliliter, it is like you're saying—"

"That 874.5 grams of my blood is toxic, yeah, yeah, I know," Tony interrupted. By now he was setting up the table for their breakfast.

"I was getting there."

"You were going too slow," he shot back easily. Stephen gave the engineer a look at the comment, but Tony ignored it. "Yeah, I know it's not my whole body's blood volume. Obviously. But putting a percentage on how long until I reach the point that I'm dead makes sense to me. I'm not measuring the whole volume of my blood, I'm measuring how much more can I handle until I'm dead."

Stephen shot him a frown. "It doesn't make sense to call it 'blood toxicity' then."

"Maybe not to you, but it does to me. And I'd design such a measuring tool for me."

The statement caught him off guard. "Design?" He finished packing up the kit and joined Tony at the table.

"Well, if I wasn't stuck in here, I'd design something to automatically read a blood sample, like how glucose meters read blood sugar levels. Wouldn't be hard to engineer something like that. And I'd have it give me the amount of toxicity as a percentage relating to how far along it was until the amount was lethal. Sure, I could memorize the numbers, but the percentage would be more concrete in my head."

Stephen smeared butter over a piece of bread as he listened. He shook his head at the end of Tony's explanation. "Wouldn't work for the consumer market; there's too much room for interpretation as to what the percentage means."

Tony huffed. "Well, like I said, it'd be for me. Not the consumer market."

His brow furrowed. "You're telling me that you can make a blood test as simple as the one used for testing blood sugar levels for something as rare as palladium poisoning?"

He narrowed his eyes. "... yes…"

"You can make it portable like the glucose meters?"

"Yeah, of course."

"And affordable to most hospitals?"

Tony looked up in thought. "I don't usually factor in the costs of materials and manufacturing in personal projects, and others do the number crunching to see if my ideas are viable for production in company projects. If they aren't, but I really want them to be, I'll tinker a bit more, sure."

Stephen couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Do you realize the amount of money you could save for both hospitals and patients across the country with such technology? Specialized blood tests—like for many metal poisonings, for instance—aren't offered at every hospital. It may not be available even in every state. Those types of lab results can take weeks to get back to a doctor and the patient. And you're saying that you can not only potentially create this type of technology, but that you may be able to make it affordable if you really want them to be?"

"Well yeah, sure. I've done it a few times with other things. I could probably do that with a blood meter thing. I doubt the tech's that complicated."

His mouth was partially hanging open, Stephen realized this, but he couldn't bother at the moment. He was flabbergasted. The first thought that came to mind went to his mouth, unfiltered. "And you spent the last two decades building weapons."

"Don't." The word was sharp and filled with an overabundance of emotion.

Stephen fell silent. He crossed a boundary he had yet to see before now, and he was not so callous as to push against it. Instead he turned to his meal and focused on eating. He avoided looking at the other man.

A couple minutes later, Tony spoke again. It was low, pensive. Thoughtful. "There was a good reason I shut down weapons manufacturing after I got back from Afghanistan, you know. If the department ever comes back, it will be with major restrictions and modifications. Likely more defensive than offensive. More shields, less missiles. But in the meantime I've been restructuring. Expanded in commercial aerospace and industry. We entered the energy market properly. Consumer products is coming soon—end of the year, probably." A pause. "Don't see why we can't look into medical tech, either. Certainly wouldn't hurt to try."

He could only nod and say, "It certainly wouldn't."

#my writing #my wips #fic snippet #stephen strange #tony stark #also why do my fics spiral out of control like this #i mean really

[onisiondrama]

Crows Of Judgement Onision Interview Part 3

January 18, 2021

James says the doc will show tweets and write "actual tweet" under it, but show no proof of the original. James says the belly photos they showed of Kai were from his Instagram. He says there is a question of if they were even sent or if they were taken from Instagram. Someone says documentaries use deception.

James asks if they think it's weird it's been a year and the FBI and police never talked to him? The host says no because he thinks James knows exactly what the laws are where he lives. Host says the documentary doesn't establish anything close to criminal behavior and they admit the laws aren't caught up to the internet and James didn't do anything he could be prosecuted for. James asks if the laws were modern, what would he be prosecuted for?

James asks why do they call him a predator? He says it's life destroying when the Pierce County sheriff says he's a predator. Someone says the sheriff also said they were looking for real witnesses and victims. James says the sheriff called Sarah, Shiloh, all those people not real victims. (Their department didn't have contact with any of them when he said that.)

James says the contract they tried to get him to sign releases him of any way to sue them. He says they wanted him to sign so they could say whatever they want about him. Someone says Edwin had to sign a similar contract. James says that's cool if they got the same contract because that would mean it was less malicious.

The host asks how many women have accusations against James? James says 4 or 5 women accused him of being emotionally abusive. He says zero women accused him of beating them, sexual harassment, rape, sexual assault, an actual crime. James says they accused him because he kicked them out of his life. He asks them to name a single person who accused him who he didn't kick out of his life. The host asks if they could be mad at him for the way he treated them? James says he's mad at Billie for the way she treated him. The host asks again and James says anyone can be mad at someone for how they treated them if they want to perceive it a certain way.

James asks why did the majority of women accusing of him not go on the documentary? The host asks why didn't James go on the documentary? James says because they wanted him to sign away all his rights so he couldn't sue them. The host is talked over by James, but I think he's saying the women could have not gone on for the same reason.

James said the goal of the documentary was obvious, praising Chris Hansen and Steven Asarch. He says it was executive produced by Steven, who he doesn't trust. He says Steven argued with him about where he was during 9/11 and still keeps up a slanderous article about him. James asks why Edwin was on the documentary when he doesn't like Shiloh? He says Shiloh said she was going to kill herself in relation to him. Says Edwin thinks Shiloh is a liar and doesn't like Chris Hansen.

Someone asked if James has any regrets? He says when Sarah told them her mom beats they helped her out. He says she admitted they kept her away from drugs, hard situations at home, and illegal activity. She shits on them anyway. He says his biggest regret was not being able to see those people coming and avoid them.

James says he is in the process of seeking legal action against a certain person. He says it's hard because lawyers don't want bad Yelp reviews. The host says lawyers like money. James says he doesn't have a lot of money or income. He's trying to get a lawyer to be interested, but it's controversial.

Someone asks if James can see why people have a horrible opinion of him of Youtube. James says he had no idea what people were saying because he didn't watch 99% of hate videos. He would keep to himself in his Discord server. He says he doesn't think he's seen a full Repzion video. He says he was blown away when he saw the documentary. They were making him out to be Charles Manson, but they wouldn't even say what he did.

The host asks if it's correct that James filmed Shiloh having a seizure and uploaded it to Youtube. James says Shiloh told him to upload it. He said he was tired of her episodes so he recorded it to show her. He told her he could upload the video to help people who are going through that and he could go to sleep or he could stay up all night and make another video. She told him she wanted to go to sleep with him. He says when it went online and everyone was freaking out, he went "oh, that's interesting." Someone asks so the decision was should I stay up all night or do you want me to upload your seizure? James says "yes, that's how stupid the decision was." He says he was told Shiloh said in a video on Tumblr she was fucking with him, but it was conveniently taken down. (That didn't happen. There was no tumblr video and she never said that.) He says the video her ex boyfriend made about her trying to put him in jail is also conveniently taken down. She was threatening to put a knife in someone's text. He says if you only watch anti-Onision videos, he looks like the most insane mother fucker on Earth.

James says at the end of the seizure video, they were laughing together and fucking around in the kitchen. The host asks about how it would help people, if he provided a link? James says throughout the video there was text on the screen describing what was going on. James says there was a part of the video where Shiloh points out a family member and says they're not dead. He says if she lost her memory, how did she remember they died? She says her mom looked old, but how did she age that much in three years? (He explained in the actual video that her mom lost a lot of weight, so she looked a lot older.) He says that's what makes him believe the tumblr video. He says her ex talked about the fake seizures too. The host says he just skimmed through the video and he doesn't see where James told people where to go for support. James says he didn't tell people go for support, he said there was a narrative. The host facepalms. James laughs and asks "what's up?" The host says he doesn't know how James thought that was appropriate. James says he was used to abnormal behavior in that relationship. He called the cops on her 3 times. She would go full mental breakdown when he would breakup with her. He says she threatened to kill herself and make it look like he did it.

The host asks why did James bring her back? James says because she told him she was pregnant. (That's total bullshit. He knew 100% she was lying and called her out multiple times online for lying.) He says she called him before getting on the plane and told him she wasn't pregnant.

Someone asks about the miscarriage. James says there's a few alleged miscarriages. (There was 1 fake one, 1 real one. He knows it was real. He was there at her appointments.) He talks about how she uploaded a picture of someone else's premature baby and wrote "in loving memory of Rogue." (that was the fake one) He says she miscarried at 6 weeks and found out at 12 - 13 weeks. He says it was the size of a peanut on the ultrasound. He said it was a shitty ultrasound because it was a mom and pop doula and a tiny place. They said she needed to remove it, but she didn't have health insurance. She had Canadian health insurance so they sent her back to take care of it the financially responsible way. He said she later shamed him for that and he sarcastically says he's so sorry he's financially responsible. He sent her back for that then she posted the Rogue photo. (That's not true. The Rogue photo happened way before their real miscarriage.) He says it's a mature fetus in the photo, so she was misleading. He said when she faked the pregnancy, she took a photo with her stomach pushed out and faked a doctor's note. He says KatSketch from Shane Dawson's channel has a specialty with pregnant people as far as her schooling. She said Shiloh was pushing her gut out and he celebrated with Cyr that she wasn't pregnant because he didn't want to be with a "psycho" (he literally says "quote, unquote") again. He says days pass and he got lonely and convinced himself to take her back.

The host says he doesn't understand that. James says he was an idiot and his comment section was filled with people telling him not to be with her. He would make videos about how in love they were, pissing off his audience. James says even people in serious abusive relationship where they could die take their partners back.

[nfl2sevensummits]

Oz Sanchez: American Paralympic Hand-cyclist, Triathlete & former Marine discuss ways in which overcame a spinal cord injury.

Oz Sanchez  

What was it like growing up in Oz Sanchez’s version of Los Angeles as a kid? “My parents were first generation immigrants into the States. Despite having no education, no prior experience wanted to raise their family in a typical American Dream. So, never-the-less, they did the best that they could. But there were a lot of stumbles and falls and what not. My dad worked pretty much seven days a week, 12 hours a day, for a large part of his career while we were growing up.”

On this episode of Finding Your Summit Podcast, we talk with Oz Sanchez who opens up about internal struggles that his mother dealt with. “My mother was a stay-at-home mother. Mother had a lot of childhood trauma. She was severely depressed. I recall she attempted suicide once and I walked in on her while she was bleeding out in the bathtub. I’m somewhere between 8-11 years of age. Much of my childhood, because of this trauma and my mechanisms to survive in this environment, was my blocking out memories all together. So, much of my childhood experience is almost a blank slate unfortunately. But we did the best that we could.”

What You Will Learn:

What was Oz’s relationship with his siblings like? “I have a twin sister and an older brother. My older brother always seemed to have a plan. He executed on that plan. He was gonna get his good grades, go on to college with an alternative path of joining the military, and he did that to the tee. I remember him sharing this with me somewhere when he was 15. He is two years my senior. So I was 12-13. Then myself and my twin sister just kind of go with the flow, product of our environment. Very much one direction to the next was more so to do with who we were hanging out with.” 

Oz describes what his early teen years were like when he was trying to find himself. “We (Oz and his sister) go into using meth when we were 13-14 years of age. We didn’t have a sense of belonging at home, or a community, or a family if you will. So, the brain says, ‘I have to find that somewhere.’ So some of us joined bands. Some of us joined sports. At that age, we sort of joined the gang mentality, and we gravitate towards that. I would say what probably kept me from going off too far on the deep end was that my sort of self-therapeutic mechanism. It was sports, and I leaned into sports. I got into mountain biking really early, I think at 13 years of age.”

What was Oz’s initial introduction to the military? “We grew up in an area where we had an alleyway, me and my brother would skateboard or me and my amigos that we would skateboard with. Around the corner was both the county courthouse and all four branches of military recruiting. So, we were very much imprinted and attracted to the posters and the billboards that were around this recruiting station all of the time. I can remember as far back as being 6-years-old, just always being impressed and being impressed upon by these billboards.” 

How did Oz Sanchez ultimately sign up to become a Marine? “I ended up getting in a situation where we got picked up for looting and I lied to the judge saying I had plans to join the service and if I did any kind of time for looting than I would be ineligible and he doesn’t want to be responsible for ruining my life. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I wasn’t in any way this articulate about it. But he bit off on it. He obviously probably had a better idea what was going on that I did. He said come back here with some documentation and a recruiter possibly, and we will take it from there. So, I went across the street to the recruiter, told him my situation. It is a big sham. I want you to help me out. I don’t want to actually join, and the whole thing backfired in my face, and that is how I ended up in the Marine Corp.” 

Were the rigors of Marine life a difficult transition for Oz Sanchez? “In boot camp, I didn’t really suffer a whole lot because, one I was pretty fit. I had sort of gravitated towards physical fitness. At about 6-7 years of age I remember I would do 100 ab crunches, and sit-ups, and push-ups, before going to sleep damn near every single night. Why was I doing this? I don’t know because nobody in my family prior to my brother and I, or in my generation I should say as well, really worked out. So, where that influence came from I have no idea. But I did have this thing to self-sooth because I was a really angry kid because of what we had going on at home.”

Motorcycle Accident

 How did Oz Sanchez’s past motorcycle accident occur? “Now that I have worked through a lot of emotional stuff, I can say it was much in a large part to my own carelessness, excessive speeding, a lot of it. Sure, there was another car that ran through a stop sign. But if I wasn’t doing 65-70 in a 35-mile-an-hour zone, I probably would have had no problem evading the vehicle. But, since I was speeding, I ended up laying my bike down and having my accident, and breaking my back.” 

Fate vs. Destiny

During this episode of Finding Your Summit Podcast, Oz Sanchez compares fate and destiny and their roles in our lives. “Fate is not something we can influence. But destiny is something we can actually manipulate. The difference is that fate is like if a hurricane comes in or a thunderstorm, or a tidal wave and takes your home or whatever. There is nothing you can do around that. But destiny is a different thing entirely that we have the ability to create and manifest for ourselves.”  

Links to Additional Resources:

Mark Pattison: markpattisonnfl.com

Emilia’s Everest - The Lhotse Challenge: https://www.markpattisonnfl.com/philanthropy/

Know No Limits website: knownolimits.com

Oz Sanchez social media: Instagram Facebook Twitter

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Banished (Part 34)

*Not My Gif*

~Banished Master~

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 2-8-20

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 4.6K

~Master~

~The 100 Master~

*Based off episode 3x05 of the 100, Hakeldama*

Pike lead his troops back in the front gate the next morning, the Chancellor title giving him an authority he desired as Bellamy followed along, murmurs sounding around the camp about the group. You rushed out of the building, looking around for the source of the commotion, but what you didn’t expect was to see Bellamy, Pike, Hannah and the others covered in blood.

You stood in shock, your eyes meeting Bellamy’s just moments before his sister ran up to him. “Are you okay?” She asked as Bellamy looked right past her, ignoring the worry in her voice.

“I’m fine.” You slowly made your way over, eyeing the bloodied people passing you by quickly.

“Bellamy, what happened out there?” Bellamy pushed past Octavia at her question, not answering her, but you weren’t going to let him go that easily.

“Hey!” You yelled and grabbed Bellamy’s arm, keeping him from walking away and then pulling him to look at you. “Talk to me.”

“Not right now Y/N.” He said, trying to get out of your grasp. You didn’t let him, moving to stand in front of him. Bellamy came to a stop, glaring down at you as you checked him for any injuries, only to come up clear.

“You’re not hurt. Blake, why the hell are you covered in blood but don’t have any injuries?” Bellamy pushed your hands off him, his face void of any emotion as his eyes bored into yours. The look in his eye made you understand quickly as you stepped back in shock. “You went too far.”

“We did what we had to.” He pushed past you much like he did to his sister and this time you didn’t stop him, your mouth dropping open. You turned to watch him leave, his shoulders tensing anytime someone got out of his way. Octavia came to your side, both of you staring out into the camp.

“Everything’s going to change, isn’t it?” She asked as you nodded as Pike gathered everyone’s attention to himself on top of platform.

“It already has.” You whispered to your best friend as Pike began his speech, introducing everyone to the way Arkadia was going to work now.

It was going to be hell.

Lexa and Clarke rode on the back of their horses across the countryside, Queen Nia’s recently deceased body in their tow as Clarke stared off, her lips pulled into a frown across her face.

“Thinking about home?” Lexa asked her, knocking her out of her thoughts. Clarke gave her a guilty smile as she played with the reigns on her horse, tugging them softly.

“Thinking about whether Arkadia is home or not. When Y/N and I left, it had a different name. We were different.” Thinking about you, Clarke became even more remorseful of your situation. “I shouldn’t have pushed her back there.” She mumbled under the sound of the horse clopping. Lexa discouraged Clarke’s attitude, telling her she’ll return a hero with the Ice Queen’s body and justice for her people.

“Heda!” A grounder yelled out to capture their commander’s attention. Lexa and Clarke turned forward, skipping to the front of the group only to see a slaughter. 300 bloodied bodies laying across the field in front of them from the peace-keeping force. They didn’t say anything, trying to process what happened as they made their way through the field.

Clarke swallowed thickly as she passed by them, looking at their wounds. “All bullet holes.” She told Lexa who just glared at her. She was called once again as Clarke and her went over, hurrying at the sight of Indra laying on the ground, covered in blood and shot but not dead.

“Indra!” Lexa yelled as Clarke demanded bandages, trying to help her as Indra pushed away her hands.

“Stop! You’re one of them!” Indra bellowed towards Clarke who just took a step back in fear, turning towards Lexa.

“Indra let her help you. What happened here?” Lexa asked as Indra reluctantly allowed Clarke to look at her injury.

“They attacked while we slept. We were watching for Azgeda, they took our archers out first. Our infantry couldn't get close. Then they executed the wounded.” Indra told them as Clarke stopped working, looking to Lexa with denial.

“How could Kane do this? The summit was two days ago.”

“Not Kane. Pike.” Indra told them, sneering at the mention of Pike. Clarke was slightly relieved to learn that Kane was innocent. Lexa kept questioning Indra, asking her how she was alive as Indra paused, her wound hurting as she looked around the massacre. “Bellamy.”

Clarke gasped at the knowledge her friend was a part of this. “Bellamy was with them?” She locked eyes with Lexa, knowing that if Bellamy was a part of it… “Was Y/N?”

Indra shook her head, reducing her worry a bit. “Bellamy wanted to spare the wounded. When Pike rejected him, he convinced them to let me live to deliver a message.”

“What message?”

“Skaikru rejects the coalition. We can leave their land now or die.”

Lexa took a minute to come to her decision. “Send riders. I call upon the armies of the 12 clans. In a day's time, we lay waste to Arkadia and everyone within its walls.” Her guards nodded, a few of him heading off to follow her demands.

“I can fix this.” Clarke assured her before heading towards Arkadia, barely getting 5 feet before Lexa ordered for them to stop her. Clarke turned around abruptly, glaring at Lexa for an answer. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t let you leave Clarke.”

“So, I’m a prisoner now?” She asked and much to her displeasure Lexa said confirmed it. “Lexa let me go to Arkadia. Let me talk to Kane. Or Y/N! I can bring one of them here!” she begged but Lexa didn’t listen, motioning for her people to detain Clarke once again. “Wait! Indra, Kane gave you a radio. Use it, radio him and we’ll figure this out.” Indra looked towards her younger leader who just nodded, allowing the call to be made.

Everything was tense in Arkadia after Bellamy and Pike got back, Bellamy had been avoiding you and followed Pike around wherever he went. You knew that wasn’t him, since Gina died Bellamy hadn’t been the same person. As for Bellamy, you were just a reminder. The only reason you were here was because he was dumb enough to trust a grounder. After months of wishing you were here, he hated the fact that he’d wish you’d leave him alone right now.

Octavia stayed by your side, both you are feeling like outcasts amongst Arkadia. The people were resenting your presence every second as Pike preached death upon the grounders. You both were currently sitting in the mess hall, ignoring the hateful gaze of the men to your left before Kane up to both.

Glared at the men who just scoffed but decided not to challenge him before turning to you and O. “Go for a walk?” You and Octavia shared a look around the room before getting up, letting a woman clean your area.

You were walking through the halls with Kane and Octavia for quite a while before Kane spoke to Octavia. “Is it true you tried to leave camp yesterday to visit Indra?” He asked as Octavia rolled her eyes, looking to you for advice but you just shrugged, having no idea she tried to leave.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than to worry about me sneaking out?” Kane nodded his head, pushing aside the red stripped door for you and Octavia to enter another room. You followed Octavia’s lead, coming into the vacant corridor before turning to Kane confused.

“That’s why you’re here. Indra radioed telling me she wants to meet. I’d go but-“

“but Pike’s watching you like a hawk.” You finished for him, thinking back on how many people were watching you today. Kane quirked a brow at you but nodded. He pulled out Octavia’s sword handing it to her as she took it eagerly.

“I’m in.” she agreed before furrowing her brow. “How do I get out of here? Pike’s armed the gate with-“ Her swords were cut off as Kane pushed aside a panel showing you both a secret pathway out of the ark. You smiled to Octavia who grinned wildly before stepping into the crawlspace. “I was born for this.”

You watched her crawl away, helping Kane close the crawlspace before the P.A. spoke. “Marcus Kane report to the chancellor’s office. Marcus Kane.” It said as Kane sighed deeply.

You put your hand on his arm, making him look back at you. “Do you want me to come?” you offered but Kane just shook his head, telling you not to worry. You didn’t want too but you agreed, following Kane out of the crawlspace area without anyone catching you.

“Can we finally talk?” He asked as you began to walk him to the Chancellor’s. You took a deep breath, holding it as you nodded. “How long are you staying for?” He asked immediately, catching you quite off guard.

You cleared your throat, not bringing yourself to look in his eyes. “I uhh, I don’t know. I’m not sure why I came back honestly.” He nodded, not saying anything as an uncomfortable silence fell between you both and you smiled to yourself. The silence was something Kane would do when you were younger and in trouble, trying to get you to say more than you wanted. But now you were older and knew his tricks, enjoying the silence for knowing Kane had to skip his questions.

Kane looked at you in the corner of his eye, seeing that smirk you wore when you thought you were one up-ing someone. “You’re too stubborn for your own good.” He chuckled as he turned the corner, seeing a man glare at you when you passed by, completely unaware of his gaze. His laughs died down as he carried on. “What were you doing in Polis?”

Again, you hesitated to answer but ultimately gave in. “Lexa was training me to fight.” The chancellor’s office was at the end of the hallway as you saw Lincoln pacing in front, locking eyes with you down the hall. “I’ve come a long way from the girl you trained when she was young.” You shrugged.

Kane felt his heart physically clench as he heard the defeat in your words, knowing you were trying to lighten the mood but failing. You caught up to Lincoln, all of you staying outside the office before you turned to Kane. “What Pike’s doing is wrong. Don’t let him get away with this.”

Kane nodded just seconds before the door swung open, Bellamy coming out as Kane and Lincoln try to enter, stopping the boy in his tracks. “He’s waiting for you.” Bellamy says, trying to get past them but at seeing you there he stops.

“What the hell happened out there?” Kane growled as Bellamy squared up against him.

“We did what he had to do.” He said, repeating his words from earlier as you found yourself scoffing, receiving a look from Bellamy as you stepped up.

“Wake up Bell. You attacked an army sent to help us. You murdered innocent people. Is that who you are now?” He was almost taken back at your words, not sure how to reply before Kane spoke.

“You blamed yourself for Mount Weather. But now you just started a war that will kill us all.”

Bellamy just glared at him, pointing a finger at Kane. “You need to wake up. There’s no difference between Trikru and Azgeda.” He tried convincing Kane. “Trikru killed 37 of our friends before you even hit the ground.” He motioned between you and him, a lump in your throat forming as he caught your eye. “They tortured you Y/N!” he yelled out, making your breathing hitch. They way he said it was like he expected you not to remember it, but you did. It was the second worst form of torture you’ve ever received. “We didn’t start anything. They did.”

Lincoln jumped forward at Bellamy’s words, pushing you behind him in is rage. “They?!” he repeated into Bellamy’s face. You put your hand on his arm, ready to pull him back in case something happened.

“You know what I meant.” Bellamy spoke much softer now, seeing your hands gripping onto Lincoln tightly. Lincoln just shook his head, looking Bellamy dead in the eyes.

“I used to.” He muttered before pushing past Bellamy and followed Kane into the office, letting Bellamy leave. As soon as the door closed, Bellamy looked at you, seeing you walk away as he tried to follow.

“Y/N!” he shouted, jogging to catch up.

You just groaned, walking faster. “I don’t want to hear it Bellamy. Anything you want to tell me you can say when you drop this act.” He finally got a hold of your shoulder, pulling you into a room to your right as you pushed him off. “Get off me!” you yelled before Bellamy put his hands up in surrender. He stepped away from you, blocking your exit as you tried to get him to move.

“Just listen to me.” He begged as you shook your head.

“Why?” you asked. “You didn’t want to talk earlier. Why is now so different?” He knew you were right, but he needed to speak to you.

“Y/N, you have to know that Trikru is going to betray us. You have to know-“

“Betray us? Blake, I lived with them for 3 months, the only betraying being done is by that idiot you voted chancellor.” Bellamy grabbed your hands, trying to keep you from moving away. You froze at the feeling of his hands in yours, his callused fingertips brushing over your wrist and for a second you forgot all of your arguments.

“Y/N, I need you to trust me.” He whispered as you gazed into his deep eyes. “I need you to show the others the truth of Trikru.” Your mouth dropped and within seconds you ripped your hands from his.

“Others?” you asked bitterly before you realized his intentions. “Did Pike put you up to this?” Bellamy’s hands fell to his side as your eyes went wide.

He was trying to use you.

You pushed past him, Bellamy not even bothering to stop you as he watched you run away. He knew he messed up. The moment Pike brought up the idea of trying to get you on his side, before you all had shown up at the office, he should’ve said no. He knew no matter what he shouldn’t have brought you into this and he definitely shouldn’t have used both of your feelings like that.

After you left Bellamy you didn’t know where you were headed, just needing to get out of your head. You passed by medical, not paying attention as Raven stormed out, fresh out of an argument with Abby. She wasn’t looking either as she ran into you, hitting your shoulder with hers.

“Sorry.” She mumbled as she started to limp away.

“It’s fine.” You told her, pausing a few seconds before looking back at her about to turn the corner. “Hey Raven!” you shouted, getting her to look over her shoulder. “You want a drink?”

Raven and you sat in the mess hall for the next few hours, nursing a few drinks throughout the day, before you finally spoke to her. “I’m sorry about your leg.” You said, motioning down to the cast Abby has her wear.

She just hummed, throwing back another drink. “Oh this? Not even the worse part.” You didn’t know how anything else Raven is going through could’ve been worse than this. “Doc’s taking me off work.”

“Oh. Damn, that does suck.” You told her as she nodded, running her finger over the rim of her shot glass. You and Raven never really had the chance to become friends, you were banished before you could really get to know her.

“You ever miss space?” she asked you way out of left field as you choked on your drink, spilling a little on your shirt. You jumped up at the feeling of the cold liquid, Raven’s eyes going wide as she tried to help you clean up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.” She cursed herself, forgetting that your time in ark consisted of being in lock up.

“No, its okay. I guess I can’t say that I do.” She nodded her head ready to drop the conversation. Blame it on the subtle alcohol making its way through your system or the stares of the Arkers around you, but you found yourself not dropping the conversation. “There was nothing for me back in Space.”

“No family?” She asked, hoping not to ask something off limits but by the way your breathing quickened she wasn’t sure if you were going to answer. If you were in your right mind you would’ve walked away but instead you just shook your head for your answer. “Same with me. I had a mom, but Finn was my family.”

“Yeah, I guess I had a family but they uh… passed… when I was 8. Then I got myself locked up 2 years later.” Raven gave you that look, the one every gives out of pity and you knew you shared too much. “Oh god, how did this get depressing so fast?” you joked making Raven and you laugh before taking another sip. “I wanted a distraction.”

Raven’s eyes went to the entrance of the mess hall, furrowing her brows together. “Well, here’s a distraction for you. Jaha’s back.” You followed her gaze, seeing Thelonious Jaha walking past the mess hall rather calm. Raven and you wasted no time in following him outside to where he stood atop a platform.

“How long has he been gone for?” you asked her watching Jaha began to gather the attention of the people.

“Left people Mount Weather fell. Took some people with him, our favorite cockroach being one of them.” She told you.

“Murphy?” You were surprised. You had wondered where he was, thinking he just left for a little while, but you didn’t think he’d be gone. She nodded her head, as you make your way over just to catch the last bit of his speech.

“We all have pain. Some of it is physical from injuries or age. Some is mental from living with the loss of our loved ones. If you think about it, whether we fight that pain or succumb to it the result is the same. It diminishes our lives, robs us of our passions and past times and damages relationships between friends and lovers. What if I told you there's a simple way to eliminate it?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. Eliminate the pain?

“I’d say you’re full of crap. You can’t eliminate pain.” Raven spoke up for the both of you, despite Jaha’s weird attitude. She took a few steps forward as Jaha looked her up and down before pulling something out of his pocket.

“This will make it all go away.” He told her. “Take this, the key to the city of light. To salvation and relief.” You grabbed the chip out his hand, taking a better look at it.

“That’s what you’re telling people? Take this and their suffering’s gone? People really believe that shit?” Jaha looked to you as if he finally realized you were there. But what creeped you out was how he looked directly over your shoulder, slightly nodding his head. You found yourself trying to follow his gaze, only to come up empty when he focused on you again.

“So People swallow that and they’ll be living in Happy Town the rest of their lives?” Raven spat out. “You should be ashamed of yourself.” She began to walk away and you followed her after taking a glance over your shoulder.

Jaha watched you and Raven walk away as a woman in bright red dress, A.L.I.E., watched you as well, unknown to you and Raven. “We need them.” She told Jaha who just nodded.

“They’re not ready.” He said making you and Raven confused as you turned around to see who he’s looking at, only to see him standing alone. “I’ll be here when you are.” He waved at you both as you walked away, trying to figure out what happened.

You barely got anywhere before Octavia came out of nowhere, grabbing onto you. “You’re back?” you whispered to her as she nodded, looking at Raven out of the corner of her eye.

“We need to talk.” You furrow your brows but allow Octavia to lead you away from prying eyes, right into a room were a certain blonde was waiting.

“Clarke?”

“Catch her up on everything. I’m gonna get my brother.” Octavia said before leaving, closing the door behind her. Clarke took a second before pulling you in for a hug.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Polis.” Clarke just sighed, falling back in her seat as you joined.

“It was a massacre Y/N. What Pike did, what Bellamy did? We lost the commanders support, I’m here to convince Bellamy he’s wrong.” She told you as you laughed out of spite, pulling your lip through your teeth.

“I tried. Bellamy’s too deep in this. Pike’s got his hands around his neck.” Clarke knew that this was killing you, seeing the struggle behind your eyes knowing you hate not being able to help. You took a deep breath, hoping to change the conversation. “How was Polis? Any news?”

Clarke nodded. “The Ice Nation Queen is dead. Lexa killed her yesterday.” Your eyes rose in surprise, quirking your head.

“Guess that makes Roan king, huh? Does this mean Ice Nation could be an ally?” The door to the room swung open, making you jump up before Octavia walked in Bellamy coming into view behind her. His eyes locked with yours briefly before looking at Clarke, stunned to see her here.

“Now we’re done.” Octavia said before nodding at you, telling you to let Clarke and Bellamy talk.

“Go easy on Octavia. I had to beg her to let me into camp.” Clarke told him as Bellamy watched her carefully.

“And Y/N?” Clarke shook her head, telling him you had nothing to do with it as Bellamy nodded. “What are you doing here, Clarke?”

Clarke told him they needed to talk as Bellamy threw his hands to his hip, licking his lip before rubbing a hand across his face. “And you get to decide that? The great Wanheda. You chose the grounders over your own people then turned your back on those who came to rescue you.”

Clarke tried to defend herself, telling him Ice Nation paid their price and justice was served but Bellamy yelled at her again. “The Ice Queen is dead and then you let Pike ruin everything. Arkadia needs to make things right or Lexa and the 12 clans will wipe us out. Let’s not go to war Bellamy.”

He just scoffed, looking at Clarke like she was crazy. “We’re already at war, Clarke. We’ve at war since we landed. Pike understands that.”

“Can’t you see Pike is the problem? This isn’t who you are.”

Bellamy just stared at her, his jaw locking. “You're wrong. This is who I've always been. And I let you and Y/N, Octavia and Kane convince me that we could trust these people when they have shown over and over who they are, and I won't let anyone else die for that mistake. You left us Clarke. You and Y/N left us.” Clarke tried to speak but Bellamy cut her off. “Enough, Clarke! You are not in charge here and that's a good thing because people die when you're in charge. You were willing to let a bomb drop on my sister. You were willing to let a bomb drop on Y/N. You were going to let them die. Then you made a deal with Lexa who left us in Mt. Weather to die and forced us to kill everyone who helped us. People who trusted me.” Clarke deflated, falling to the seat and apologizing for leaving, telling him it was okay to leave because they had Bellamy.

She kept apologizing, apologizing for everything before Bellamy got down to his knees. “I’m sorry too.” Clarke smiled at him just seconds before Bellamy handcuffed her to the table.

“Bellamy wait! Don’t do this, Please!” She called out to him as he left the room before dropping her head in defeat.

Octavia and you waited with Kane and Abby for the result of Bellamy and Clarke’s talk. Your leg bounced on the ground as your elbows rested on your knees, your fist pressed against your lips, moving with every bounce. “They’re taking too long.” You told them as Octavia nodded, peaking through the hallway before seeing Bellamy marching down the halls, protests from Clarke making you jump up and look at Kane.

“They arrested her?!” Octavia yelled as she closed the door. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to come up with a way to get her back before your eyes landed on Kane’s now empty baton holder.

“I think I have an idea, but Octavia I’m gonna need your help.” You told them your plan before you set off, beating Bellamy and Clarke down the hallway.

“Believe it or not Clarke, I’m doing this for your own good.” He said as he tried to get her to move.

“And believe it or not,” Octavia said as she jumped out from around the corner, “I’m doing this for yours.” She kicked the guard, Gilmer, in the knees before kneeing him in the face, sending him to the ground out cold.

“You can’t just hit a guard.” Bellamy said, motioning to the knocked-out Gilmer.

Octavia just shrugged. “I just did. Let her go.”

Bellamy pulled Clarke behind him, putting himself between the girls. “I can’t do that.”

You came up behind him, grabbing the electric baton from Gilmer before quickly locking eyes with Bellamy. “I’m sorry about this.” You said before striking him in the gut, sending him to the floor. You couldn’t look away from him as Clarke grabbed the keys to free herself. The two girls took off down the hallway, Octavia stopping only momentarily when she realized you weren’t following.

“Come on Y/N, your plan worked so far. Let’s go!” She yelled as she ran away. You looked between the two siblings before taking off after Octavia to where Kane and Abby awaited by the crawlspace.

The four of them were talking about Pike when you got there, Octavia having removed the panel to the crawlspace. “Security Breach. Lock down all exits.” The P.A. said as you pushed Clarke towards the exit.

“You two need to go. Now!” you reminded them.

Clarke just shook her head, grabbing your hand. “What about you.” You met Octavia’s eyes, being reminded of Bellamy passed out on the ground.

“I have to stay for him. I’m not letting Bellamy throw away everything good about him. I’m not letting Pike win this war.” Kane handed Octavia a radio, telling her it only works when she’s close before she exited through the crawlspace.

Clarke looked around the room at you three before letting go of your hand. “May we meet again.” She said as you smiled at her.

“We will.” You promised her before she ducked away. Kane and you rushed to put the panel back in place, hiding all evidence you were there as footsteps passed by the doorway. You stayed quiet until they passed, the footsteps dying out before you turned to the adults. “Now, let’s go prevent a war.”

A/N: Tell me what you think!

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[runin-reads]

❛ n i i - s a n ❜

—  suna rintaro as your older brother hcs

SYNOPSIS: In which Rintaro is a little shit and you wonder why your parents concieved before you.

AUTHORS NOTE: feel free to send me an ask/request. No nsfw though. Overall I just want to vibe with yall and here your thoughts!

He radiates ‘older brother of a sibling he always annoys’ energy and in my mind this is canon

When you’re a little kid he’ll walk you to and from school whilst holding your hand and he’ll probably hold your bag for you as well if you complain it’s heavy 🥺🥺

GIVES THE BEST PIGGYBACK RIDES OMG

When you’re in your awkward teen phase be prepared for the house to turn into a war zone because not even his sibling is spared from this mans shades 😤

On your period? Feeling like shit? He will pick up on all these sort of things and throw it on your face. He doesn’t just through shade, he throws the whole damn tree.

Will use the classic, “oh? Is it that time of the month? Are the hormones getting to your head or what?” Like um? No. Someone humble him before I do 😭😭

makes the most snarky, back-handed comments which are actually kind of witty and creative. As in this man should write a diss track fr. He does this with all the people he is close to, and sometimes they don’t even realise it’s an insult because it’s so cleverly executed and disguised. You pick up on it because you’re his sibling lmao.

Will ask questions like “you’re wearing that?” “You’re friends with them? Like you actually have friends?” “Did you get taller? Or did your weight shift so that it’s vertical now?

The KING of brotherly roasts

AND GOD FORBID YOU HAVE FRIENDS OVER THIS MAN WILL NOT BE STOPPED

He will act tf up, making snarky comments, easedropping on conversations, and he’ll lowkey make a move on your friend just to see them flustered and to annoy you.

And if you try telling your friend a secret, this WILL NOT, I repeat, WILL NOT stay a secret for long because Suna is an extremely good listener, and he’s super attentive on picking up clues.

You do a complete scan of the house to make sure he’s not close by, tell your friend using a mixture of morse code, hand signals, whispers AND play FUCKING HANGMAN or something, to get the secret across. But yall underestimated how far this man will go lmao. He will deadass ask you the next morning over breakfast:

“So hey, what about that crush you have on your classmate?” LIKE COME IN HERE AND GET YALL MANS. Pls just STOP HIM.

Absolute king of blackmail material. Though a lot of the time he only wants sweets or for you to do some of his chores. Overall a sneaky little shit that will 100% kick you under the table during family dinners to rile you up

But ngl he’d definitely have a chill side that you can vibe with. This side of him is reserved for days where he knows you’re having a rough time, and that his usual dry comments will just make it worse

I lowkey feel like he wouldn’t say words of encouragement, but he’d do small gestures like asking what movie you want to watch, tossing you snacks if you’re hungry, and genuinely listening to what you have to say.

He’d be great for movie/ tv show marathons ngl. You’d have a blanket between the two of you, and sometimes you two will hit the pause button to make funny comments that cause the both of you to crack up

Would 10/10 recommend car rides with him during the evening/night, with the speakers blasting, the two of you singing along and straight vibing.

If you get a lover he wouldn’t be super overprotective, he’d probably just stare them down on purpose to make things awkward. Your poor s/o would be soo intimidated lmao, PLEASE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE.

He’d do anything in his power to stop you from hanging out with the twins. Like straight up hands on your shoulders, zooming you away like you’re a supermarket trolley.

He’d also push you around in a supermarket trolley too when shopping lol

I bet this doesn’t stop you from coming to his practices though, because his teammates? Hot. Their personalities? Crackheads. Team dynamics and overall vibes? Immaculate. The person you feel like whilst talking with them in the hallways, on-lookers watching enviously? A bad bitch. As you should 🤩‼️

Especially Kita. You sometimes wish you’re older brother was Kita, and when you compare him to Suna it is without a doubt, something that pisses Suna off, lmao.

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[duker42]

Levi's crush being the epitome of softness. She's super small. No one has ever seen her angry or moody, it just happens that her face is always content and relaxed. Some mocked her because they assumed that she had it easy in life and never lost someone she loved. She usually wears long sleeves, but there comes a day where it's far too hot and she wears short sleeves that show her arms covered in Chinese triad gang tattoos. 1/2 ❣

💜Sunshine💜

Y/N was just such a soft and happy person. There was always a smile on her face and she was so sweet to everyone. She was never in a bad mood and had never lost her temper.

People thought she was adorable because of her size. She was a bit shorter than Krista, so that put her as one of the few Scouts that were smaller than Captain Levi.

He had been curious about the girl when he had heard about her. Specifically that her disposition was so kind. There had been a few times where he had tried to push her buttons, but could never get a rise out of her.

There were a few that had given her a hard time about that sunny personality. Said that she couldn’t possible have had a hard life. That she must have been raised inside Wall Sina and had everything she ever wanted handed to her. They had even said that she shouldn’t be a Scout, that she didn’t understand what it was like to loose someone and that when she finally did, it would break her. She had just smiled and went about her business.

The days had turned brutal. The hot sun beat down on the training grounds. It was easily over 100 degrees in the shade. All the cadets had stripped down to the minimal amount of clothing possible. Even Captain Levi had taken his shirt and cravat off.

Y/N had started off in her regular long sleeved shirt. No one had ever seen the girl in anything else. But as the run rose higher in the sky, she finally gave in. Unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off, she stripped down the the military issue sports bra that all the other girls were currently sporting.

The training grounds got really quiet as everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at Y/N. She had tattoos, a lot of them. She had two full sleeves of ink running from her shoulder to an inch from her wrist. They were markings of the Chinese Triads. A gang that had come from the ancient times, before the walls. Located in the depths of the Underground, they were feared for their brutality.

Levi raised an eyebrow in surprise and then bellowed out. “You’ve seen tattoos before, get back to work!”

When Y/N gave him a shy smile, he nodded and then turned his attention back to the training. His mind, however, was still on the colorful ink adorning her body.

Later on, he asked her to come to his office after dinner. When she knocked, he was just pouring two cups of tea. Telling her to enter, he saw that she was back in her long sleeves, safely covering the tattoos that told of her gang affiliation.

Sitting down across from him on the couch, she took the tea he offered and said. “I’m sure you’ve called me in here to discuss the tattoos?”

Levi took a sip of his tea. “I didn’t know you were from the Underground. So am I.”

Y/N smiled. “Yes sir. I know. You are still a legend. Apparently you were the one gang that the Triads wouldn’t mess with. I was talk about you when I was initiated.”

“How did you get involved with them? They are so.....not you.” Levi tried to be as tactful as possible. Y/N was a fantastic fighter and a great soldier, but he didn’t see her committing the sort of acts that the Triads were known for.

“Well, when I ran from the brothel my parents had sold me to, they were the people that found me.” Levi scowled as she began her tale. “Being younger, I wasn’t exposed to the really bad stuff. I had made friends. Until we got older. Then they pushed us. It was the tattoos marking us, stealing, shake downs, extortion. Everything but murder.

She paused, took a deep breath and continued. “Until the day we were told to go kill a local merchants family for not paying their “protection” money. When we refused, I watched as the leader executed my friends. Five of them, all had their throats slit. The leader left me alive, thinking that of everyone, I would be the one that would give in and bend to his will. That night I ran, escaped up the stairwell and the next day I joined the Cadet Corps.

“Well, I am glad that you did, Y/N.” Levi said, his grey eyes boring into hers.

“My goal is the free humanity from these cursed walls, let us spread out beyond. Break the hold that the Triads have over the Underground. Destroy the need for the Underground. When I’m done with that, I want to live a quiet life. I want to have a flower shop.” She blushed as she admitted her desires.

“I want to open a tea shop, if I survive these stinking Titans.” Levi offered, a small smile passing his lips at her shocked expression.

“You just keep being that ray of sunshine Y/N. By the way. I really like those tattoos on you.”

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[cuddlycolby]

Hollywood’s Bleeding (CB) - PT 1

Word Count: 1,899

“Would you guys shut up about that poor guy?” Colby mumbled from where he sat on the couch. 

Sam’s head snapped in his direction and he flicked his hair. “But don’t you find it odd? Like, this dude was found with two holes in his throat... And they didn’t find a single drop of blood in his body after the autopsy.” 

“Yeah, bro, it was definitely a vampire,” Jake commented. 

He shrugged. “I mean, I guess so… But I doubt it was a vampire. Those don’t exist.” 

“We hunt ghosts for a living and have had crazy experiences, but you don’t believe in vampires?” Sam cocked a brow. 

“Yeah.” Colby nodded his head with a small laugh. “They’re made up supernatural beings that have no excuse as to how they could be real.”

Sam shook his head. “Your thought process amazes me sometimes.” 

“I think your girlfriend could be one,” Jake stated as he adjusted his beanie. 

Colby sat up now and looked at Jake incredulously. “What the fuck, bro?”

“Yeah…” Sam raised both eyebrows as he looked at Jake. “It’s one thing to think they exist… It’s another to accuse someone we know. Especially Dawn.” 

Jake shrugged. “Hey, I’m just basing it off facts. She’s got pale skin, has looked the same since she was fifteen… And have you ever seen her eyes? They go red sometimes.”

“Colby has looked the same since he was fifteen,” Sam argued. 

Colby pointed at Sam. “Yeah. And she’s just naturally pale, man… Like you.” 

Jake rolled his eyes. “What about her eyes then?” 

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know, man… It’s probably just from the lighting in my place sometimes.” 

“Exactlyyy,” Colby dragged out as he stood up and pocketed his phone. “Dawn is not a vampire because they don’t exist. Speaking of her, we’re going tonight. I gotta go freshen up.” 

“Oohoo,” Sam and Jake teased as they pretended to fix their hair and look in a mirror. 

“Whatever,” Colby laughed under his breath and left Sam’s apartment.

***

Colby and Dawn walked out of the arcade club into the cooler air. Usually the silly conversations with the guys didn’t bother Colby, but what they found out about that murdered guy was odd.

“Did you hear about that guy they found the other day? The one in the alley,” Colby asked. 

Dawn looked at him curiously as she intertwined her hand with his. “The one drained of blood? Yeah… Why?” 

He shrugged. “Don’t you think it’s a little odd? The way he was killed and how they found him… Jake and Sam think it's a vampire.” 

“Not really.” She shrugged it off. “It’s probably just a mass murderer on the loose with a weird fetish for draining blood.”

“That’s reassuring,” Colby retorted. 

Dawn laughed. “Don’t worry so much, Colb. I’m sure you’re not going to be the next victim.”

“I’m not worried.” 

“Sure, you’re not. I’ll protect you if they come near with a knife.” Dawn pretended to karate chop the air and held a short stance. 

He pretended to act scared and then laughed as he graced her hand into his again. 

“Thank you, babe.”

She laughed with him and lightly bumped into him. “Hey, I’m serious. I’ve always got you.”

Colby brought them to a stop to brush back a part of her hair. “I’ve always got you too, you know that.” As he leaned down to give her a kiss, Dawn instinctively pushed him behind her and hissed.

“Back off, ripper.” 

Colby barely peaked around to see a girl with dark red eyes and pointy teeth. She was still staring him down, not looking at Dawn. 

The ripper snapped her teeth. “He’s the perfect next political statement.”

Dawn’s nails grew longer and she growled. “You don’t want to do that… You don’t have to do this.”

She licked her lips now. “I know what I want, trader.” The veins under her eyes started to pop out and her body shook uncontrollably. She made a dash for Colby, but Dawn snatched her wrist and threw her down the alleyway.

Colby stood back, shocked, as he watched his girlfriend fight the other that closely resembled a vampire. His girlfriend also closely resembled the same physical attributes. He thought back to their words and swallowed hard. He was about to be the next victim like that guy they found this morning.

Dawn broke off a random piece from a wooden pallet nearby that didn’t make it into one of the dumpsters and stabbed it into her chest. Colby fully expected her to burst into flames, but instead she chuckled and wiped the blood off her bottom lip.

“Did you really think that was going to work?” 

“No,” Dawn sneered. “This will.”

She jumped and flipped over the ripper. She held her head now and snapped it back against her knee a couple times before it broke off with a crushing squeal; like glass. Without any words, Dawn picked up the body and head and put them into the dumpster. Then she pulled the lighter out of her jacket and lit a scrap of newspaper to toss in. After that, her facial features and nails resorted back to normal.

“Wha… Wh-what the fuck?” Colby breathed and swallowed on the lack of saliva as he stood up and slowly backed toward the open sidewalk. The people not too far away were too intoxicated to take notice of the sounds of fighting that happened moments ago. 

Dawn bit her lip as she looked at him, unsure of where to go after what just happened. “Uhm…” She cleared her throat. “Okay, Colb, promise you won’t freak out anymore? I will explain everything, but no one else can know. Okay?” When he didn’t say anything, she pushed again, “Okay?” 

He swallowed again and nodded. 

***

“I was turned in 1825 by this guy I was secretly seeing. Back then, parents still chose who their kids married and my parents chose this thirty year old accountant that couldn’t get it up if his life depended on it… And he wanted to have kids right away.” Dawn rolled her eyes. 

Colby tried not to laugh; it was out of multiple emotions happening all at once. But he was more calm than earlier. That was something to acknowledge, despite the urge to run still being present. 

She looked at him, amused by his reaction. “We didn’t have kids… And I had to fake my death so people in my life wouldn’t find out what I’d become. It was better for them to think I was dead.”

“Who are the parents I met then?” Colby furrowed his brows. 

“Uhm.” She blushed. “They’re not my biological parents, obviously. They’re also vampires… They’re in on the saving movement with me. The guy who turned me was on the opposing side and thought I’d be a good candidate to join.”

Colby cleared his throat. “The saving movement?... Wait, how old are you?”

Dawn looked down at her hands for a moment before looking back at him. His look was genuine curiosity, and maybe a little bit of worry? 

“I was 23 when I turned, I’m 217 years old now.. Yes, that is old compared to normal human years but compared to vampires, it’s not that impressive… That girl tonight was pretty fresh and like the phrase ‘with age comes beauty’, the older a vampire gets the stronger they become.”

“Oh…” He nodded, thinking. “What about the saving movement?” 

She bit her lip and reached her hand out to rest it on one of his. “Humans have always been in danger, but in the last fifty years certain vampires started a movement to take over the human race. There are those who are worried that if and when humans find out about us, they’ll kill us all… Sort of like Darwin’s survival of the fittest theory.” 

“But you’re against this movement?” 

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s the right mindset… And also, I don’t feed on humans anymore. I haven’t had a drop in over a 100 years. The guardians I have now taught me to fight the urge and go find an animal instead.” 

Colby laughed under his breath now. “We’re in LA though, there aren’t many around.”

Dawn laughed. “Yeah, when we ran into each other, I was supposed to just be on my way through, but… I instantly fell for you. I asked to be reassigned in LA, and those weekends I’ve been gone for work trips… I actually went to feed and to take care of more vampires.”

He intertwined his hand with hers. “I knew you were a badass when you volunteered to come with us for a video series, but now… You are officially the coolest person I know.” 

She leaned over to give him a peck on the lips. “I’m glad you’re not terrified of me.” 

“Of course not,” he laughed. “You’re kind of like a spy, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah… Our team is named Survival and we sort of mediate the bad guys, keep things from spiraling. We make sure that they don’t make their final moves to bring on an apocalypse.”

Colby shook his head. “I don’t understand what killing us off would do… It’s removing their food source, right?” 

“Eh…” She shrugged. “They’d honestly probably start some sort of a feed farm by catching humans one by one and force people to reproduce to keep the source going. And then the few of us that tried to stop them, they would have a public execution to instill more fear.”

“That… Sounds terrible. I assume there’s some sort of leader? Why not kill them off?”

Dawn straight up laughed and continued on, then noticed Colby’s demeanor didn’t change. He was serious. She cleared her throat.

“There are multiple of them, it’s like a league board. It would take a lot of firepower to defeat them head on. Their little minions are easier to keep in check… Maybe one day though.” 

Colby squeezed her hand. “With you around, they’re sure to. I hope I’ll be around to hear that news.” Realization hit him and his heart sunk, yet he had the curious question at the tip of his tongue. “Have you turned people before?”

Dawn hesitated, opening her mouth and closing it, then opened it again. “I have… It’s not the prettiest or most comfortable experience. Wh-”

“Would you turn me?”

“Colb…” she sighed heavily and reached out to run her fingers through his slight fringe. “I would never wish the life of empty eternity upon you.”

“But if I have you, I wouldn’t be alone for that eternity. It wouldn’t be empty.”

She looked him over, using her senses to hear his heartbeat. It was calm, which meant he was sincere and wasn’t afraid. It also meant that he may have another motive, whether it was good or bad, she couldn’t know for sure. In her experience, though, it usually was not. 

“Why do you really want this? You just found out about everything today and want to be turned? That doesn’t read well to me.” 

Colby furrowed his brows. “I’m shocked you would think it’s bad… I don’t like the idea of this new world, regardless if it happens tomorrow, in a few years, or after my generation is gone. I want to take part in putting it to a stop. For my family, friends, everyone… For you.” 

Next: Part 2

[HB Masterlist]

[Mer Sterf]

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[kaleidiope]

September Project updation post in October because, well, i’m silly

This post I’ll mainly talk about my plan for my stories, and the things that’ve changed along with my plans for them and such. This was suppose to be in September but, I procrastinated, so yeah!  And, a ‘keep reading’ line to keep things tidy looking! Also, I actually had this as a draft, but forgot about it! Also, also, please don’t mind all the spelling errors that i’m sure is in here, this is quite long, and i’m so sorry for all of that!

You all know the drill, this is an update for the story I've been working on. It was made in roughly February of 2019. Or at least, that’s when I got the idea for it. I’ve been working on it seriously since September of 2019. So, for about a year. On this blog you can find a good bit of random things about it, including drawings. A lot of the drawings I've done I never posted, maybe one day, probably never, but still! A lot of this Blog has actually been WIPS of my story. And, since those past updates, story pitches and such, a few things have changed, and that's what this is about!

First, for those who don’t know, I feel in love with One shot, Deiland, Moonlighter, Borderlands, and a few other games. Mainly One shot for it’s vibe, it’s feel. I loved it, maybe too much? And, really wanted to make something like it. I don’t see that atmosphere much, personally. On Music box maniacs, a lovely site, I was given the idea to make a melody for a character. And that’s how Umber came along. Over time, I kind of made Umber, and left her. Started trying to get into digital art, but without a tablet I tried to create a character that would be easy to free hand with a mouse. Which became Pax. Over time, I feel in love with Pax’s design. I drew him a lot, he was my first, and only OC. I’ve drawn random people and thing’s before, but he had a name. An age. And soon, a back story. He was set in a different world than Umber’s. Which, at this time, is almost abandoned. He was a potion seller’s child who only wanted to go on the adventure’s the customers where experiencing. And one day, he’d face a dragon, and possibly his fate. But that was scraped because each time I drew him, more and more, the backgrounds reminded me of Umber’s story. So, he became a child in her story and his was abandoned.  Umber was suppose to be a child traveling with no family trying to get awareness of her light to others. And once meeting Pax in another shop, he agreed to help her. So, you could say, Pax was Moonlighter based, and Umber was One shot based. The idea that her light was a bad thing and there were ‘”bad people” didn’t come until later. Though, Crimson was suppose to be a bully type of person who mocked, and even at times, almost hurt Umber. Because also, at this time, everyone was children. Once it was thought over for awhile then did we get the story line we have now. Umber was an inventor in a world suffering a seeming eternal eclipse. which was ruled by a corporation that was money hungry and didn’t care for the greater good. The world had glowing bugs that somehow emit a good amount of light, and through time and a lot messing and discovery, oddly power? Which is what the corporation sells, Starworm lights, and “batteries” of a sort. The bugs also allow some things to grow, but with them being harvested as much as they are, the corporation is killing the world. But, that won’t be their problem, they’ll be dead by the time it’s an issue. Now, we have a lot of characters and general world building stuff, along with the flora and fauna and how things work. So, let’s begin! (Yes, this is going to be a long post. I’m so sorry!) But, I have since changed a few things, which I will now state. I was pretty heck bent on giving them ages, but, I don’t wish for them to have any, anymore. This is not earth. It’s a planet without a sun. Keeping track of time is easier than days, let alone years. So for many, it’s just a toss up on how long they’ve lived for. Just a mere, rough, idea. I wanted ages for personality comparisons and height ideas for when I draw them. Which, was never my idea at first. This was just for OC’s to draw, yes, but then it became a story for them, along with for my own enjoyment and somehow it became more than that. Which, I oddly love. But, ages were more for an even sillier reason I've since abandoned as well, and I think the story’s better off now since then. Also, they were all children at a time. Adults wouldn’t even have names or faces, All adults were originally suppose to get full face masks. Instead of half masks. But Indigo ruined that, and after that, some of the characters were being made older. To fit with the personalities, for say, Talos. He was also a child, who I didn’t feel being a child would fit the character and mainly, their job in the story as a whole. So yes. The story itself wasn’t the main idea. Having OC’s to draw were. But I was given a lot of support on MBM with my story pitches, also, I enjoyed making them. So I continued. And I really enjoy this. World building has been the hardest, trying to make things make sense, like the eclipse lasting years. And the fact a moon bigger and that much closer to the planet would most likely make the planet itself, the planet’s moon, and the moon, the planet. And how is life still possible, along with, isn’t it cold? And to that, yes, yes, yes, and maybe XD Mainly, this is fantasy, yes, I do want it to make sense, yes, this isn’t earth. The people’s races aren’t our races, calling them human might just be an insult to them. I mean, they don’t even have pupils. (Thanks, odd drawing style.) So, my answer to a lot of this is, it’s not earth. This is fantasy. I’m doing this for fun. And I’ve done a lot research for something that was never suppose to be as much of a thing as it is, but i’m having too much fun to stop now. And with that as well, yes, a lot of my characters are suppose to have a deeper skin color. Talos, Mauve, Indigo, and so on, are suppose to have a more deep olive color. But, at the time of drawing a lot of them, I didn’t have the faith to execute other skin tones correctly. So I just didn’t. Just like drawing illustrations for my story. I didn’t think I would because I didn’t think I could, but i’m now willing to try. So, here is where we stand so far! I want my characters to have a rough age, but it could be depicted to give of take about three years. I’ve said I wanted Pax to be about 11, but I also see him to act older for his age and such. The idea of him being any younger seems odd, but if you wanted to give him a 9-15 age for an example, that’s more than cool. That goes for all my characters. I want a lot of my characters to look like their own character, i’m working very hard with redraws to make sure there’s noticeable differences with their noses and eye shapes and such.  I want different skin colors and face shapes and so on, but the idea of different races on such a small planet and even the idea of tanned skin in a world without the sun to give one a tan seems odd to me? But there will be differences, because I always wanted there to be. This story will indeed cover some heavy topics. Including but not limited to, alcohol, death, suicide, murder, mental and physical disorders and illnesses, such as DID, alzheimer’s, dementia, memory issues, abandonment, and a form of racism. All things are not straight out talked about or referenced, but lightly implied.  I took inspiration from a lot of things. (including places, animals, other stories and people) And I will not refer to any of it within my story, such as DID. There is already too much falseness and other wrong info on that and other things. I do not trust myself to paint it in a good light, nor a correct light. And will re-frame from actually stating a character has an identity disorder. The idea this world knows of DID and would use the same word is also something I question. But the characters disorder is based on DID. (Also, it’s Tobias.) The idea of genders is something that’s a toss up. I’ve never said anything of the sort and would rather not say anything. The idea that they have genders or sexuality is just something I don’t really want to think about and is rarely mentioned. The idea of love and such is mentioned, purely more for a joke/bit. But still I don’t wish to think of my characters with genders or those parts no matter what I refer to them as. Not mention these characters still aren’t human. I do use She/he/they pronouns for my characters and as of now have used phases like, “That guy” But, it’s become a personal running joke I want to make clear at the start of my story that it was translated and adapted to fit this worlds standers of word form. There are roughly 25 characters as of now, only five main characters, or should I say, five characters that get there point of view expressed. And about six support characters, and the rest are minor support characters. Some of these characters are only mentioned, or referenced, as an attempt to build the world. Questions are always open, and this story is undergoing many changes and constant consideration. As I learn, grow and improve my skills.  I have no hope or want for this to get big or anything of the sort. this is for fun. 100%. If it looks like I talk about this a lot, but never have anything to show for it, it’s because I want it to be perfect or close to it before I show anything. Which will be never, because I can never make perfect. I’m just trying to do the best I can and am pushing the limits of my skills to get there.  I should note, I am fine, I’m not “Pushing” myself. Which is why it’s taking the time it is.  I am really working on character personalities and keeping them coherent and sane along with the same. And talking about all this helps with that. As for now, I know what I want to do, and where I want my story to go, i’m just figuring out how to execute it best.  I’m more skilled in writing where I describe things, mainly emotions and the scene it’self. Along with script writing. I’m not skilled with writing conversations which is a large part of my story. Same with drawing backgrounds or anything that isn’t people. So my story so far reads a lot like a script due to how the conversations are laid out and due to how I describe how each thing is done. This is something I want to get a bit away from because it was purely so I wouldn’t get lost and confused with who was talking and the emotion/feel of each scene.  That’s because I have the attention span and instruction following skills of a carrot. I use my characters names far too many times along with a lot of other things I use for self help clarity which I hope to fix by the end. I do think it’d be cool to start dropping parts of the story and other things of what I have done, with the note that it could change. I feel it’d be fun, but i’m very hesitant to do so.  I do wish to make character bios and such for them all at some point and just have a post that lays down what has been decided so if anyone wants they can follow along with the process. But, that’s all a toss up as of now. Thank-you for reading, and for your time, I hope you have an amazing day! And I dearly apologize for this length! 

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On the outskirts of the city, power lines sag and buzz, overloaded with electrons as the demand for air conditioning soars and the entire grid is pushed to the limit. In an Arizona heat wave, electricity is not a convenience, it is a tool for survival.

As the mercury rises, people die. The homeless cook to death on hot sidewalks. Older folks, their bodies unable to cope with the metabolic stress of extreme heat, suffer heart attacks and strokes. Hikers collapse from dehydration. As the climate warms, heat waves are growing longer, hotter, and more frequent. Since the 1960s, the average number of annual heat waves in 50 major American cities has tripled. They are also becoming more deadly. Last year, there were 181 heat-related deaths in Arizona’s Maricopa County, nearly three times the number from four years earlier. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, between 2004 and 2017, about a quarter of all weather-related deaths were caused by excessive heat, far more than other natural disasters such as hurricanes and tornadoes.

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“What will the Hurricane Katrina of extreme heat look like?” he wonders aloud as we sit in a cafe near the ASU campus. Katrina, which hit New Orleans in 2005, resulting in nearly 2,000 deaths and more than $100 billion in economic damage, demonstrated just how unprepared a city can be for extreme climate events.

“Hurricane Katrina caused a cascading failure of urban infrastructure in New Orleans that no one really predicted,” Chester explains. “Levees broke. People were stranded. Rescue operations failed. Extreme heat could lead to a similar cascading failure in Phoenix, exposing vulnerabilities and weaknesses in the region’s infrastructure that are difficult to foresee.”

In Chester’s view, a Phoenix heat catastrophe begins with a blackout.

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When the city goes dark, the order and convenience of modern life begin to fray. Without air conditioning, temperatures in homes and office buildings soar. (Ironically, new, energy-efficient buildings are tightly sealed, making them dangerous heat traps.) Traffic signals go out. Highways gridlock with people fleeing the city. Without power, gas pumps don’t work, leaving vehicles stranded with empty tanks. Water pipes crack from the heat, and water pumps fail, leaving people scrounging for fresh water. Hospitals overflow with people suffering from heat exhaustion and heatstroke. If there are wildfires, the air will become hazy and difficult to breathe. If a blackout during extreme heat continues for long, rioting, looting, and arson could begin.

And people will start dying. How many? “Katrina-like numbers,” Chester predicts. Which is to say, thousands. Chester describes all this coolly, as if a Phoenix heat apocalypse is a matter of fact, not hypothesis.

“How likely is this to happen?” I ask.

“It’s more a question of when,” Chester says, “not if.”

Extreme heat is the most direct, tangible, and deadly consequence of our hellbent consumption of fossil fuels. Rising carbon-dioxide levels in the atmosphere trap heat, which is fundamentally changing our climate system. “Think of the Earth’s temperature as a bell curve,” says Penn State climate scientist Michael Mann. “Climate change is shifting the bell curve toward the hotter end of the temperature scale, making extreme-heat events more likely.” As the temperature rises, ice sheets are melting, seas are rising, hurricanes are getting more intense, rainfall patterns are changing (witness the recent flooding in the Midwest). Drought and flooding inflict tremendous economic damage and create political chaos, but extreme heat is much more likely to kill you directly. The World Health Organization predicts heat stress linked to the climate crisis will cause 38,000 extra deaths a year worldwide between 2030 and 2050. A recent study published in Nature Climate Change found that by 2100, if emissions continue to grow, 74 percent of the world’s population will be exposed to heat waves hot enough to kill. “The more warming you have, the more heat waves you have,” says Michael Wehner, a scientist at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory. “The more heat waves you have, the more people die. It’s a pretty simple equation.”

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Extreme heat is already transforming our world in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. Disney executives recently voiced concern that rising temperatures will significantly reduce the number of visits to their parks. In Germany, officials were forced to put a speed limit on the autobahn because of fears the road would buckle from heat. The U.S. military has already incurred as much as $1 billion in costs during the past decade — from lost work, retraining, and medical care — due to the health impacts of heat. The warming of the planet “will affect the Department of Defense’s ability to defend the nation and poses immediate risks to U.S. national security,” a recent DOD report said. Forests and soils are drying out, contributing to explosive and unprecedented wildfires. Habitation zones for plants and animals are changing, forcing them to adapt to a warmer world or die. A U.N. report found that 1 million species are at risk of extinction in the coming decades. Another study by researchers at MIT suggests that rising temperatures and humidity may make much of South Asia, including parts of India and Pakistan, too hot for human existence by the end of the century. As scientist Peter Gleick, co-founder of the Pacific Institute in California, told me, “There is a shocking, unreported, fundamental change coming to the habitability of many parts of the planet, including the USA.”

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But the greatest risk to human health may be in areas that are already hot, where temperature increases will strain habitability. In the U.S., the fastest-warming cities are in the Southwest. Las Vegas, El Paso, Tucson, and Phoenix have warmed the most, each by at least 4.3°F since 1970. Globally, many of the hottest cities are in India. In May, a deadly heat wave sent temperatures above 120°F in the north. The desert city of Churu recorded a high of 123°F, nearly breaking India’s record of 123.8°F, set in 2016. There were warnings not to go outside after 11 a.m. Authorities poured water on roads to keep them from melting. A 33-year-old man was reportedly beaten to death in a fight over water. The preliminary death toll in India for this summer’s heat wave is already more than 200, and that number is likely to grow.

How hot will it get? That depends largely on how far and how fast carbon-dioxide levels rise, which depends on how much fossil fuel the world continues to burn. The Paris Climate Agreement (which President Trump pulled the U.S. out of) aims to limit the warming to 3.6°F (2°C). Given the current trajectory of carbon pollution, hitting that target is all but impossible. Unless nations of the world take dramatic action soon, we are headed for a warming of at least 5.4°F (3°C) by the end of the century, making the Earth roughly as warm as it was 3 million years ago during the Pliocene era, long before Homo sapiens came along. “Human beings have literally never lived on a planet as hot as it is today,” says Wehner. A 5.4°F-warmer world would be radically different from the one we know now, with cities swamped by rising seas and epic droughts turning rainforests into deserts. The increased heat alone would kill significant numbers of people. A recent report from the University of Bristol estimated that with 5.4°F of warming, about 5,800 people could die each year in New York due to the heat, 2,500 could die in Los Angeles, and 2,300 in Miami. “The relationship between heat and mortality is clear,” Eunice Lo, a climate scientist at the University of Bristol and the lead author of the report, tells me. “The warmer the world becomes, the more people die.”

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The psychological impacts of extreme heat are obvious to anyone who’s ever felt cranky on a hot day. But the impacts go beyond crankiness. When temperatures rise, suicide rates can go up at a pace similar to the impact of economic recessions. Some aspects of higher cognition are impaired. School test scores decline, with one study showing decreases across five measures of cognitive function, including reaction times and working memory.

The link between heat and violence is particularly intriguing. “There is growing evidence of a psychological mechanism that is impacted by heat, although we can’t yet say exactly what that is,” says Solomon Hsiang, a professor of public policy at Berkeley. Some scientists speculate that higher temperatures impact neurotransmitters in the brain, resulting in lower levels of serotonin, which has been shown to lead to aggressive behavior. So rising heat may literally alter the chemistry in our brains. One study showed that police officers were more likely to fire on intruders during training exercises when it was hot. Andrew Shaver, a professor of political science at the University of California, Merced, analyzed data about conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq and found that attacks by insurgents involving RPGs and assault rifles increased with higher temperatures, while planned attacks did not. “During conflicts, higher temperatures seem to provoke more impulsive aggression,” Shaver says. One speculative paper projects that by 2099, due to rising heat, the U.S. could see an additional 22,000 murders, 180,000 rapes, 3.5 million assaults, and 3.76 million robberies, burglaries, and acts of larceny.

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A recent poll found that two-thirds of Arizonans accept that climate change is happening, but most elected officials in the state, including Republican Gov. Doug Ducey, are hardly climate activists. Arizona is one of the sunniest states in the nation, and yet only 6.5 percent of the state’s electricity comes from solar power. A statewide ballot initiative in 2018 to require 50 percent renewable power by 2030 was soundly defeated, in part because the parent company of Arizona Public Service, the big public utility in the state, spent more than $37 million on false and misleading arguments about how transitioning to renewable power would raise power bills and destroy the Arizona economy.

“We have a large number of elected officials who don’t believe in climate change, period,” says Stacey Champion, a longtime Phoenix energy and climate activist. “How do you get effective, data-driven policy if you have people pushing hard against it because they are batshit crazy, or they are afraid it will spook companies like Nike who want to come here?”

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Air conditioning is one of those paradoxical modern technologies that creates just as many problems as it solves. For one thing, it requires a lot of energy, most of which comes from fossil fuels. AC and fans already account for 10 percent of the world’s energy consumption. Globally, the number of air-conditioning units is expected to quadruple by 2050. Even accounting for modest growth in renewable power, the carbon emissions from all this new AC would result in a more than 0.9°F increase in global temperature by the year 2100.

Cheap air conditioning is like crack cocaine for modern civilization, keeping us addicted and putting off serious thinking about more creative (and less fossil-fuel-intensive) solutions. Air conditioning also creates a kind of extreme heat apartheid. If you’re rich, you have a big house with enough air conditioning to chill a martini. And if you are poor, like Leonor Juarez, a 46-year-old single mother whom I met on a recent July afternoon when the temperature was hovering around 115°F, you live in South Phoenix, where sidewalks are dirt and trees are few, and you hope you can squeeze enough money out of your paycheck to run the AC for a few hours on hot summer nights.

On hot days, Juarez’s small apartment feels like a cave. She has heavy purple curtains on the windows to block the sun. “I could not live here without air conditioning,” she tells me. Because she has poor credit, she doesn’t qualify for the usual monthly billing from Salt River Project, her utility. Instead, to pay for electricity and keep her AC running, SRP has given her a card reader that plugs into an outlet that she has to feed like a jukebox to keep the power on. Juarez turns on her AC only a few hours a day — still, her electric bill can run $500 a month during the summer, which is more than she pays for rent. To Juarez, who takes a bus five miles to a laundromat in the middle of the night because washing machines are discounted to 50 cents a load after 1 a.m., $500 is a tremendous amount of money.

She shows me the meter on the card reader: She has $49 worth of credit on it, enough for a few more days of power. And when that runs out? “I am in trouble,” she says bluntly. Juarez, who works as an in-home caretaker for the elderly, says she knows of several people who lived alone and died when they failed to pay their electric bills and tried to live without AC.

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Supernatural stars cover EW to celebrate 300 episodes (and an epic reunion)

Samantha Highfill

January 16, 2019 at 12:00 PM EST

“REUNION TIME!”

Jared Padalecki is making an announcement. It’s early December, and he and his Supernatural costar Jensen Ackles are preparing for their final two days of filming the 300th episode (Feb. 7) as demon-hunting brothers Sam and Dean Winchester, respectively. As they walk onto the Men of Letters set on a rainy Thursday, they come face-to-face with Jeffrey Dean Morgan, a personal friend and the man who brought Papa John Winchester to life in the show’s pilot (and left the show after season 2). “It’s the culmination of 300 episodes,” Padalecki says of Morgan’s return. After all, John’s disappearance kick-started the brothers’ road trip.

“DAD’S ON A HUNTING TRIP, AND HE HASN’T BEEN HOME IN A FEW DAYS.”

Standing in his little brother’s college apartment, Dean Winchester first uttered those words in the pilot, and in doing so, launched Supernatural’s — and the brothers’ —  first big mystery. “I had a good feeling about the show just reading the pilot,” Ackles says. “It had grit, the characters were well-written, and the story had miles to go.” Although he couldn’t quite predict how many miles the journey would be.

Supernatural premiered on The WB in 2005 and has since become the longest-running show in The CW’s history. The idea was simple: two brothers hunting monsters from urban legends, the kinds of things you’d hear about while sitting around a campfire. Bloody Mary? They killed her. Hook Man? Yep, him too. But it didn’t take long for the writers to understand that they might have to broaden the scope of the show if they wanted to get 20-plus episodes (much less 300). “We quickly realized that [conceit] would run out in a hurry, so even early on we expanded our horizons of what the show could be,” executive producer/co-showrunner Robert Singer says. But just how far could they stretch? And would they even get the chance?

Despite surviving the 2006 WB–UPN merger that created The CW, it took years forSupernatural to land on solid ground. “Bob Singer and I were fighting for the show’s survival at the ends of the first three seasons,” says creator Eric Kripke. “We’d have a meeting with the network that we informally called the ‘explain-why-we-should-give-you-another-season’ meeting.” And yet there was something about those conditions that felt right for a show about two humans trying to save the world from superhuman forces. As Dean recently said in a season 14 episode, “Impossible odds—feels like home.” But the land of impossible odds isn’t simply where the show (and the Winchesters) lived in those early years. It’s where they thrived. “In the beginning we almost mischievously wanted to see what we could get away with,” Kripke says. “There weren’t a lot of genre shows on The CW. It was mostly Gossip Girl and 90210. We were always like the goth kid at the back of the class that no one really wanted to pay attention to. So on this little weird horror show, we really got to push some boundaries that hadn’t been attempted in TV. There was no one saying, ‘That’s too crazy.’” So they took risks. They wrote a Groundhog Day-style episode called “Mystery Spot” that saw Dean die more than 100 times in one hour. They created “Hollywood Babylon,” an episode where Sam and Dean investigated a haunted horror-movie set. They produced “Ghostfacers,” an episode shot to look like a reality show about ghost hunting. “We always felt like we were on tenterhooks a little, but it helped us in a way,” Singer says. “We said, ‘If they don’t like us, let’s be bold.’ ” And in season 4, they made perhaps their biggest, boldest decision yet: They introduced angels (and therefore a much more religious story line) into the fold, which Singer identifies as the show’s biggest turning point. “I was concerned that would be a bridge too far,” Padalecki says of the angelic decision. “I wondered, ‘Are we going to turn o a lot of the people that came here to watch a scary movie?’” Kripke himself had fought the idea for years, until a pre–season 4 epiphany came to him while he was washing his face, of all things. “I realized the supernatural world was unbalanced,” Kripke says. “There was only evil. So I walked in the writers’ room on day one of season 4 and said, ‘Okay, there’s going to be angels…but they’re dicks!’”

Thus began what Kripke, who’s since created Revolution and co-created Timeless, still believes is one of the best hours of television he’s ever written: the season 4 premiere. “Lazarus Rising” introduced Castiel, the show’s first and longest-lasting angel. “Right before my scene, [then writer] Sera [Gamble] said, ‘Your life is about to change,’” remembers Misha Collins, who plays Castiel. He adds with a laugh, “I was like, ‘You’re so full of yourself.’” But Collins’ life did just that when he shifted from being a guest star to a series regular as his character survived multiple deaths — and even a brief stint as God — to become someone Sam and Dean consider family. “Angels completed the mythology,” Kripke says, and with them, the show was able to build to what writer-turned-showrunner Gamble refers to as the “regularly scheduled apocalypse” at the end of season 5. It was good versus evil. Michael versus Lucifer. Dean versus Sam. And for a while, everyone believed it was the end of the show. But when the network gave them a renewal for season 6, the writers were left to figure out what the heck comes after an apocalypse. The answer? Anything they wanted.

“A benefit of genre is we have such a huge runway in terms of ‘anything can happen,’” then writer and current co-showrunner Andrew Dabb says. “A medical show is limited in the scope of what they can do. We’re not.” So the next few seasons saw Supernatural push even more boundaries, with alternate realities, meta episodes (“The French Mistake,” anyone?), and new villains. That’s not to say everything worked, but that’s the beauty of a long-running show with a devoted audience — everything doesn’t have to work. “Fans would forgive sins of certain episodes because they love watching Sam and Dean,” Singer says. Because saying Supernatural fans like Supernatural is like saying Dean likes pie. It’s not about liking it. It’s about loving it. “I don’t think we have casual fans,” Singer says. “They live and breathe this show.” The #SPNFamily gathers all around the country (and globe) for multiple conventions each year, and every July they ll the largest venue, Hall H, at San Diego Comic-Con. It’s those fans who are devoted to Sam and Dean, even when their Impala might take a wrong turn. “The show’s ability to evolve and adapt is what’s led to it lasting 14 years,” Dabb says, adding, “Theoretically there are still a bunch of Leviathan out there running around that we never dealt with, but we don’t talk about that.”

Limitless options and viewer forgiveness aside, there is one rule the show has to follow — outside of standards and practices, that is. “I credit Bob Singer for instilling from very early on the idea that the show can go anywhere as long as the characters stay true to themselves,” former showrunner Jeremy Carver says. “The core of the show is the bond between the brothers.” With Sam and Dean as its foundation, the show can make episodes like season 11’s “Baby,” which was shot entirely from the perspective of the Impala, or season 13’s “Scoobynatural,” an animated crossover with Scooby-Doo and the gang. “One of the fun takeaways of watching Supernatural is that if you can imagine it, there’s probably a little town somewhere in America where it’s happening,” Gamble says. “It’s unlike any other show, really, in the history of American television.” And 14 seasons in, it’s still finding ways to surprise fans by, say, bringing John Winchester back.

“DAD?”

Standing next to his little brother in the Men of Letters bunker, Dean can’t believe what he’s seeing. This time he’s not enlisting his brother to find Dad, because Dad has come to them. And he hasn’t changed much. His beard has more gray in it and his face is thinner, but it will surprise no one that John comes back with a rifle in his hand. (Sorry, Walking Dead fans; the rifle came before Lucille.) But John isn’t the only one who’s changed. Standing across from him, Sam and Dean are no longer the kids who crammed toy army men into the ashtray of the Impala, or even the young men who went looking for him in the pilot. They’ve grown up. Their lives, quite simply, have changed. The same can be said of the actors themselves. In fact, Ackles is currently two years older than Morgan was when he filmed the pilot. “That’s how full circle it all is,” Morgan says. “Like a father would be, I’m very proud of the guys. It makes me get choked up because they’ve done so well here. Episode 300? That’s unheard of.”

As for how John comes back, let’s just say things get weird — don’t they always? — and there’s an altered reality at play. “Our guys are put in a position where they essentially can have a wish granted,” Dabb says. “They’re actually expecting something else, but [John’s return] comes from a place of want by Dean. The need for closure is really what brings John back into their lives.” But John isn’t the only person who comes back into their lives. As with any altered reality, not everything changes for the good. Without getting too specific, whatever brings John back also causes the return of Zachariah (Kurt Fuller), the no-BS angel who saw Sam and Dean as nothing more than thorns in his side. (Like Kripke said, angels are dicks!) Speaking of angels, this reality also affects Castiel in… certain ways. This time the boys are dealing with a different (though not entirely unfamiliar) version of their friend.

But for Morgan, who’s been asked for years about returning, it has always been about bringing John back in the right way. “The relationships between these three men were so open, so if I was going to come back, it would be nice to have some closure, especially with Sammy,” Morgan says. And before the hour’s over, both boys will get a moment alone with Dad. “This episode gives Sam a chance to forgive,” Padalecki says. Ackles adds, “For Dean, the whole episode is a dream that he doesn’t want to wake up from. But he knows he has to.”

Back in the bunker’s kitchen where Padalecki declared “reunion time” just hours ago, Sam and Dean are sitting around a table sharing a bottle of whiskey with their father and catching him up on everything he’s missed. Yes, they’ve saved the world (more than once). Yes, Lucifer has a son. But most important, John’s late wife, Mary — the woman he spent his life trying to avenge — is alive. Right then Mary rounds the corner for the moment she never saw coming, but in a strange way has always been waiting for. “Everything’s right in the world in this bubble of time,” Samantha Smith, who plays Mary, says of the couple’s reunion. “It’s very romantic.”

But as the Winchesters know a bit too well, all good things must come to an end. And when this is said and done, Sam and Dean will return to their life, driving down crazy street next to each other. Because despite the show hitting 300 episodes, nobody’s ready to call it quits just yet. “I don’t think we’re ready to throw in the towel,” Ackles says. “We’ve still got a little gas in the tank.” Put another way, Sam and Dean still got work to do.

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