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markantonys · 1 year

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it’s been a few months since my last sims binge, which means it’s time for another sims binge which means it’s time for WOT polycule babies!

but first: i was having a wedding for different sims and they invited the WOT sims as guests. everyone sat down nicely in chairs in the ceremony area...................except for rand, lan, and perrin, who decide to sit crosslegged on the ground, in their fancy clothes, on the other side of a hedge too tall to see over.

why does this look like an album cover

but honestly, this checks out. if any 3 WOT characters were to be like “i’ve had enough of this fancy party, just gonna go sit over here behind this hedge with my bros” it WOULD be them. introvert gang!

and now, polycule babies!

it will only be elayne’s twins, because aviendha’s quadruplets a) are an absurd decision on rj’s part and not something i accept as canon and b) wouldn’t fit in the household anyway since the max is 8 sims and the twins bring the fam up to 6.

i determined that rand would be the (biological) babydaddy because i tested out in create-a-sim to see whether he or mat would have better-looking kids with elayne. eugenics.

and then, rand knocked elayne up with TRIPLETS on the FIRST TRY DJKFJGHKJHJKSHFKGH hjkhdjhlkjsfg jkdjfl jlskjfg jhLJKHDFLJGHLJH HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA

oh my god i’m crying i can’t BELIEVE how accurate that is to canon wherein he knocks elayne up with twins after 1 time having sex and aviendha with quadruplets after 2 times. i have rarely if ever gotten triplets in the sims naturally, without using cheats. instead i had to use a cheat to LOWER the number of babies down to twins. what the fuck, sim rand!

it’s been days (in real world time) and i’m still losing my shit over this. i was fully expecting to have to cheat to get twins, but i Foolishly assumed that it would be cheating up from one baby rather than down from three. i cannot emphasize enough how hard i laughed when i used my cheat to see how many babies were in there and saw that there were 3. christ on a cracker. sim rand is just as much of a baby-making machine as canon rand!

when a pregnant sim shares the news with their partner, the partner gets a happy moodlet about learning about a new member of the family. i wasn’t sure whether only the babydaddy rand would get that moodlet, but mat and aviendha got it too awwwwwww!!! they are all excited to be parents!

elayne already has a big first trimester baby bump by sims standards (often a sim won’t show at all on the first day, or only a tiny bit - it actually does vary sim to sim which is neat). pray for her.

mat carved a dragon sculpture for the babies 😭😭 why am i crying as if i didn’t specifically command him to do so

second day aka second trimester!

pause in the fluff to show this glorious screenshot i snagged of mat scaring gawyn as a prank jkjfg gawyn got mad and then went and hugged egwene to calm down. then later the whole polycule was talking together and having a Pleasant Conversation and as soon as gawyn came over to join the convo it became an Awkward Encounter. i love you king.

sims lets you live out your wildest fantasies, such as making rand and elayne take a nap:

why does rand have the option to ask mat if he’s single. rand that’s your husband. i clicked it and:

i think my poly mods are confusing the game jdkjfg file this under “things that made me laugh way harder than they should’ve.” i can just picture a scenario of drunk rand crying when he learns that mat is married to another man named rand.

while they are all marked as each other’s spouses (except mat and avi who are instead BFFs) in some areas of the game, overall in terms of actual game mechanics it only fully recognizes rand/mat and elayne/avi as married. so when elayne hit third trimester, she got the option to take family leave at work, and rand got the option as her babydaddy and aviendha got the option as her wife, but mat didn’t get the option! workplace discrimination!

NYNAEVE!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!! [squirts with water bottle]

sim mat is too powerful! everyone wants him! we’ve unlocked the secret reason why nynaeve was acting so Weird about him in ACOS.

i chose “let’s just be friends......” and she said “oh. sure, no worries. let’s just pretend this never happened, okay?” gladly djkfg

elayne just had a wish to try for a baby with mat. girl you are already nine months pregnant.

and she is huge! pictured here with 3 dragons (including the one mat carved <3)

one last date night before the babies are born. now i’m thinking of that passage in TOM when mat reunites with elayne and waxes poetic about how beautiful she looks with her baby bump and red dress, glowing in the firelight 😭

elayne fucked rand and then went into labor immediately after they were done. but it still counted as “spectacular woohoo” for both of them, god bless.

another installment in my quest to see who will get registered for what parental things by the game: rand, avi, and mat all got the Pre-Parental Panic moodlet when they saw elayne go into labor, awwww!

the problem with rand having 3 partners and the family-oriented trait is that he is CONSTANTLY having a wish to have a baby with somebody. a few sim days ago he was wishing to have a baby with mat, now elayne is in labor and he’s wishing to have a baby with aviendha. why don’t you focus on the 2 that are about to pop out of your other wife. (i lied, this isn’t a problem, it’s adorable and in character. give rand all the babies he wants 2k23!)

and they have been born! elayne, rand, and avi all got the new baby happy moodlet but mat didn’t!!!! 😭😭 and elayne and rand are automatically friends with the babies, but mat and avi are only acquaintances! this is heartbreaking! also, sims 4 doesn’t register step relationships anywhere but the family tree, so in the family tree mat and avi are marked as their stepparents, but everywhere else in the game they are not considered to be the twins’ parents in any way 😭😭

thankfully, i think i will be able to make mat and avi their parents with a mod, but i won’t be able to do it until the twins are toddlers because in terms of game mechanics babies are more like objects than people lmao

(in retrospect, the above bullet point now reads like “pictures taken seconds before disaster” oh boy, just you wait)

breaking news i’m soft my heart was found full of love!!

yes mat is wearing eggplant emoji underwear don’t worry about it. as soon as i laid eyes on those i was like “i would never have any sim wear those, except for mat cauthon, whom they were made for.”

the twins became toddlers and i used the mod to make mat and avi their parents. HUGE mistake. it confused the game too much and now all the household relationships are fucked up beyond repair. it made mat their dad and avi their mom, but in exchange, rand became nothing to them and elayne became their aunt??? elayne and aviendha are still wives, yet the game is acting like they’re sisters because every time i set one of them as a kid’s mom, the other automatically becomes the kid’s aunt and it gets locked like that so that if one is the mom the other HAS to be the aunt, rather than one being the mom and the other nothing, as it was originally before i tried to cheat the system. even when i deleted the kids and made brand new ones in create-a-sim, it still forces whoever isn’t the mom to be the aunt. what kind of sister-wife shit 😭 (this did not happen with rand and mat, they’re still normal husbands not brother-husbands.)

and tragically, i had saved the game immediately before i realized the relationships had gotten fucked up, so i couldn’t quit without saving and thereby undo my foolhardy act of hubris. elayne and aviendha are stuck as sister-wives Forever.

i solved it by deleting aviendha and replacing her with the blank slate fresh-out-of-CAS version of her i had saved, then cheating all her relationships and skills back up to where they were before. i set her and elayne as wives in CAS but my multiple marriages mod doesn’t let you set multiple spouses in CAS, it only lets you have multiple wedding ceremonies in-game, so rand and new!aviendha quickly had their first kiss, became bf/gf, got engaged, and eloped all in the bathroom in the span of 1 sim hour. as god intended the game to be played!

current state of things: elayne and rand are the twins’ official parents and mat and avi are nothing to them in CAS, however, in the family tree they are the twins’ stepparents, and in the relationship panel they are their caregivers <3 having a sim add a child as their care dependent is something you can do in the game with no cheats or mods, and i should have just settled for that in the first place rather than trying too hard to play god and ultimately having to replace aviendha with a clone. lesson learned!

to close, look at the lil babies! the fox pajamas!!!! 😭😭

#wot sims shenanigans

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m00n-pr1sm · 1 year

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despite me having a 60 slide presentation that is 9k words titled “morgana pendragon did nothing wrong”, I do in fact! think she has done bad things. the main gripe I have with everything is how genuinely shitty her development is, like this point has been hammered in a million times atp and I’m probably not adding anything new to the convo but let me rant, one day I’ll write a polished explanation or whatever but I’m just annoyed + me explaining why she’s not a good person :3 + my thoughts

I think morgana is a wonderfully established character, she’s someone who was willing to stand up for what she believed in and actively call out uther’s actions; as well as being willing to cross morally questionable lines to achieve what she genuinely thought was for the best. she was complex and honestly so interesting in the earlier seasons, we saw her struggles and genuinely empathized with her desire of acceptance and the fear of persecution. Also girlie had nightmares constantly like I can only imagine how tiring that shit is. but then s3 happened and her development took a complete nose dive! like I understand why she did what she did in s2e12, I think it’s a fine episode but I do wish they established the morgana + morgause relations better than they did in canon, like if you’re going to make a character do a complete 180, at least show the time period between that? because morgana was so clearly shaken but what she had done in s2e12, she had shut down basically and was struggling to cope with what she had done through the entire episode. Like I’m sure you could fill in the gaps but it’s just poor writing, show, don’t just imply that morgause became this figure in morgana’s life that she held up with such reverence and how she basically absorbed her values to just become this hollow antagonist that just has silly little schemes every episode in s3. like we already established how she had a desire for acceptance we should’ve show morgause grow into that. Also the fact that she brings up the poisoning like one time??? and never had any heart to heart with Merlin? Like I get that she was too unwilling to compromise on her values (and she’s ne polr-) but it’s far too quick of a shift in her character. She went from feeling immense guilt of her actions to smugly wanting Camelot to fall, like at least show some ambivalence or some kind of self doubt if you’re going to make her turn to evil off screen??? I’ll probably always be upset that they removed that scene in s3e13 where morgana was like “I felt like a monster (bc of my magic) and morgause was the only one there for me”, like that simple line, while implied w/o that scene, just has a lot of depth to her and explains it explicitly (also I feel like that would be the last thing to break uther so yeah I wish they didn’t delete that one). circling back, but I actually really love s3e05 (it’s one of my faves) because it just expands so much on how much she genuinely wants to be loved and how volatile morgana has become to rejection; like she is genuinely so desperate. I think from then on, morgana sorta imprints the idea of being “uther’s daughter”, thus trying to fit herself into that role (but that is very much a headcanon). From s3+ her mission is just “I want to kill Arthur (and emyrs) so I can be queen because I deserve it” but it’s totally about her bringing magic back! I think she comes to see Arthur as nothing more than an extension of uther (something that she does call him out her in earlier seasons) but I also believe that there is envy there! because he recognizes him as her son ofc but denies morgana of that, so she seeks to destroy what she cannot have (sx4???). of course her whole pursuit of emyrs which is just born of self-preservation. I actually appreciate s4 morgana bc of the fact that she’s is more vulnerable than in s3, like she’s just a lonely fool in the woods w/o any real friends bc she’s lost them all. and she contemplates sometimes. silly. also I like that we got a slight taste of distressed morgana who always sought out reassurance in s4e13, like girlie needs someone to tell her that’s everything will be okay and that is why morgwen is the best ship ever + why she is so emotionally volatile bc she is w/o that

Although I do wish they focused on her skill of social engagement, like she had so many ally ships and a clear ability to read and manipulate emotions, but whatever ig. It’s sad to see how much her world has really changed and her world view being so messed up and so black and white (like she also was pretty polarized in the earlier seasons but like those values she held made more moral sense + she felt guilt) also I think it’s important to bring up how her talking to emyrs in s4e06 being like “Arthur will never accept you, magic will only come back once I rule” as a play to distract him. also it’s genuinely so fucked up that she was locked in the bottom of a well for 2 years w/o light or movement like??? That is genuinely such a messed up thing I don’t think the show or fandom talks about enough. It’s literally a complete loss of her agency and freedom which I do believe is something that morgana values a lot, to always do some kind of action, she’s never been a stagnant character and to just. be stuck powerless and immobile for 2 years with the one creature that you’ve bonded with and loved and saw as you’re only campaign, like aithsa saved morgana; just suffer in such a painful and cruel way? LIKE WHY DO WE NOT TALK ABT IT MORE??

I guess I’ll talk abt s5 right now lol or just read my slideshow rant abt one of my gripes lol but yeah the writing takes another nosedive in s5, morgana just becomes really more one dimensional, although I’m glad that they at least addressed her and Gwen’s relationship, albeit in a very messed up way. But yeah her desperation for Gwen finally got the best of her and I truly believe that was the main purpose and not just her being used as a tool for assassinating Arthur. One think they should’ve done more was Morgana’s descent into madness and delusion, like she’s actually unhinged by the final few episodes and ofc that was caused by mordred’s death but I do wish that was just a theme in her character. I suppose it could parallel how uther shut down into numbness but morgana just became increasingly more volatile (it is 2am I am def grasping for straws). One day I write a proper uther and morgana parallels rant. Anyways her death scene is nice ig, she never did get the satisfaction of seeing Arthur die. anyways her entire character from s3+ is the sunk cost fallacy, she’s in too deep and she could never pull out. I haven’t watched bojack but I would’ve loved if they made her like Diane in how she feels like she needs to write her book to make her trauma productive in some way (“if I don’t then that means that all the damage I got isn’t good damage it’s just damage and all those years I was miserable I could’ve been happy this whole time. blah blah “what was it all for?”, from memory so if there’s a mistake that is why). She needs to take out all her years of hurt and rejection and someway by embodying that and doing it to everyone in her life ((for that reason)unconsciously) but I mean it’s not like they really imply that in canon, I’m probably reading too much into it. But yeah she’s selfish and hypocritical. At least she continued in being way too overbearing in her personal judgments (MY ESI WIFE (REAL))

#morgana pendragon #morgana #bbc merlin #Merlin #my typology arguments r better to read I promise #I got the our severs can’t handle paragraphs this long and I haven’t even finished s4 #me making a post that isn’t niche?? shocker #I only made 3 typology references r u proud

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kingofthewilderwest · 2 years

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DreamWorks Dragons: The Nine Realms liveblog S2 E4 Downpour

Are we gonna break from the Dragon of the Week cycle?

“The smell of freshly butchered trees.” That’s one way to phrase it.

Can we please talk about how the lumberjacks are all the same model, just with different skin tones and facial hair? (they did this for the security guards, too, in S1, don’t think I didn’t notice)

“You’re brothers.” Well that’s one way to excuse using the same man shape three times. XD

Well, Leonard just went from “possibly interesting character” to “complete overkill ridiculous exaggeration that’s written badly” in 0.0001 seconds

Leonard has the right color of brown for eyes. Why didn’t you put this eye color on D’Angelo.

Imagine being the voice actor for Leonard and getting these lines

I’m just going to say that I’ve never liked how they gave Tom “pal” just like Hiccup had “bud.” That’s a completely unnecessary thing to do and de-individualizes the Tom-Thunder team.

“Something to explain this helmet.” Didn’t you...... didn’t you bring the helmet with you? I saw it in episode 1? Why do you think here will be an answer to your past, when this is a cave deep in the earth where your ancestors weren’t. What you should’ve done in the writing was have Tom be shocked and confused when Thunder blasted that symbol onto their hand wall thing at the end of S1. But you didn’t connect the dots. You went from like, Idea 1 to Idea 4 without stringing together 2 and 3.

This flight would be so much better with better animation and backgrounds. I understand the idea they’re going for, though.

They’re Thunderdrummy!

Thunderdrums have always been one of my top dragons.

I want there to eventually be an increasingly bad consequence for Tom sneaking off on his own, until something comes crashing down HARD. But the writing team of this show won’t get us that satisfaction.

I seriously want more personality for Thunder, it’s so annoying.

Honestly the numbered rule thing is hilarious and I love that they’ve even gone so far as Amending rules. I love how it started off unofficially and then it turned into this Real Body of Law, enforced by our Lawful Good dork D’Angelo Baker.

[singing] Leonard started the fiiiiire

Linda’s eyes are like. Yellow. Golden. Now, real human beings do have amber eyes and they’re the most incredible things ever. I had an acquaintance in college whose eyes were, I swear, as gold as a wolf’s. So on its own, Linda’s eye color isn’t impossible. But in the midst of all the bad eye color choices in this show, hers just comes off as another impossibility and poor design choice.

“And the fire is burning away from us.” I-i-i-i-is anyone going to report the fire to authorities?

“I’m never thinking what you’re thinking.” I love you Alex.

Why is she so cuuuuuuuute~

Seriously you need a conversation in here like “We’re too far away from any urban areas for them to reach the loggers in time. We’ll have to save them ourselves” to put in the basic logic of why they’re going out themselves

That’s a cool shot

“YOU BUGGED OUR PARENTS!?!?! WAIT A MINUTE, AM I BUGGED?!” [Aex doesn’t give a real answer] See, when the characters contrast, there’s good potential

There would be far more coughing here from smoke

HAHAHAHAHA picking them up invisibly

HAHA you notice that Alex doesn’t disappear sitting on Feathers, but somehow THE DRAGON’S SADDLE DOES?!?!?!

Okay look we just eliminate Leonard. No problems.

Really wish Eugene had made even just a subtle reappearance by now for like. Continuity’s sake.

That evil doctor’s hair toss with her head is the dumbest gesture I have ever seen animated in the HTTYD franchise

Like she’s not even a personality, she’s just a punk-shaped blob of bitterness and spite

I just want to point out the vomiting puss ball from last episode had more personality than Thunder does

Actually a good convo between Tom and Alex

I love the combo of Alex’s voice actor (SO GOOD DELIVERY) and the facial expressions. She just WORKS at a level NONE of the other characters do. NONE of them.

Big water spewer babies <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“See? Nothing to worry about!” You say about a FOREST FIRE oh for the love of......

Leonard is like. Dagur levels of off-kilter.

“A lightning bird? THE LIGHTNING BIRD.” Wtf.

Settings like this would work better in 2D than 3D when you have a limited budget.

Eyyyyyyyyyy they finally talk about the connection between the wall and the helmet. They finally speak on it. I just had to be patient.

But we DIDN’T break from the dragon of the week cycle ;) ;) ;) (but it was focused more on the forest fire so it worked)

#TNR #The Nine Realms #TNR spoilers #DreamWorks Dragons #long post #httyd #How to Train Your Dragon #analysis #my analysis

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tuiyla · 2 years

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so i actually didn’t watch shooting star until like 2 years ago or something like that? but my high school had two different shooting scares before that; one of those we were in hard lock down, the other we were in a shelter in place and police escorted kids to their parents to bring them home. only one of them had an actual gun involved, the other was a false alarm. nobody died in either event. i don’t think this is an uncommon experience for kids that live in the us.

shooting star fell into some of the same pitfalls as ikag to me? in that it was written without any critical understanding of an issue by writers trying to preach about something they have no business talking about in the first place (active shooter drills were required in my state starting in 2005. matthew hodgson was 22 by this time. he simply hasn’t experienced the modern culture of fear that’s been in schools for almost 20 years). i found it upsetting, and frankly it was written in exceptionally poor taste.

that all being said, i do kind of like to give people the benefit of the doubt. sure, i’ll give them that they were trying to do a good thing. he probably wanted this episode to be a message, like, “hey, look, this is a real problem, we should do something about this.” I respect trying to handle a difficult issue, and i understand that mishandling some things will come with the territory. it’s just the way that it was almost written off as quickly as it had happened (yes, it’s mentioned at the beginning of the next episode, but when things like this happen, even when there isn’t an actual risk, there are long lasting effects that you can’t shake). but like, after our first scare, i never felt safe in my school again. i had a hundred contingencies, an escape route, a hiding place, and a list of improvised weapons for every class. this, again, was not uncommon for anyone at my school and i don’t think it’s uncommon for other schools either. not that i think that should’ve been the direction they went either.

i mainly just feel like the point could have been made with lower stakes. if you wanna talk about the effects of school shootings on high school kids, have them do an active shooter drill. discuss what’s so frightening, maybe have a character mention that they’re frightened by the idea of an active shooter situation. have schue discuss how when he started teaching, he had no idea the risks he would be taking. have emma talk to them about support, lead them toward real world resources that people can use in this situation. i don’t know, i just don’t understand why this was the direction they chose to take this episode. sorry this got long, don’t feel like you have to post this or anything, but these are some thoughts!

Thank you for the input! I'm genuinely really sorry to hear that was your school experience; you and all American kids deserve better.

Honestly yeah comparing it to IKAG feels apt in a way because both show a misunderstanding of the subject matter and come across as disrespectful. Geez if only someone could have known after he wrote IKAG that Flopson was a Bad Writer.

A drill sounds like a good idea if they had to touch the topic. I think the way they went about it instead was purely for shock value. You don't know if it's real, you don't know if they're gonna make it. Part of what makes it so much in poor taste. The first time I watched this episode, I knew a shooting episode was coming but a) didn't realize it was this one and b) holy shit the whiplash of the shots going off and the episode changing tones real fast. I kept muttering "what the fuck" as it played out. Like I say, shock value. And they literally valued that more than the issue they were trying to discuss, because Glee just had to touch on every goddamm issue. Except for abortion, I guess. Literally the only issue teens can and do face that Glee never dared touch on, never even said the word. Anyway, convo for another day.

I'd like to give the benefit of the doubt too, but you know, Glee... And also my mortal enemy, Flopson. They should have just Not.

#do not ever worry about sending long things to me haha #i'm long thoughts central #thank you anon appreciate it #anon #glee asks #shooting star #tw gun violence #tw school shooting

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mrnmbs · 9 months

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I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to cry harder in my life. Today has been very depressing for me. A lot of the time while I laid in bed I thought about grabbing the box cutter next to me and seeing just how easily it would be to pierce my skin. Potentially saying bye to myself and the rest of the world.

I started taking a couple of classes a few weeks ago and was trying to make sure I stayed on top of myself with my daily routines putting me first and school. There was an incident that happened between me and someone I care about. Where I crossed a boundary of theirs and was still new on setting and respecting my own. I couldn’t convey my thoughts fully because I already had my mind set on taking care of my business and I just came back from a run but things went further than they should’ve. I kept my emotions calm and pretty nonchalant and the other person just wanted answers that I myself didn’t have yet. I’d politely ask them to leave so I can take care of my business and come back to the convo later. It got to the point where they are grabbing me by the throat and I choose not to do anything because I am a guy and the other person is a girl and this is already getting waaaay more out of hand than it needed to be. She wouldn’t leave so I called their mom to ask them to get them to leave apparently that made matters worst because I couldn’t handle my own problems is what was said and now have them two arguing with each other. I didn’t want to completely ruin our relationship I just wanted to respect myself and stay on track with my school knowing I was behind.

Afterwards I didn’t have the mental ability to even try to work on my school work. I’d try a couple days later and my mind was sooo caught up on trying to fix our relationship at least to where we are on good terms. I didn’t work. It’s been about 2 weeks and it feels like my heart is gone. My schoolwork has fallen even further behind and anytime I look at or even try to start I get overwhelmed. Thinking about just trying to pass knowing it’s a lot. Then thinking of my past and how I don’t ever really finish anything and how I’m not doing what I need to to be successful. Or how could I just let this incident set me back like this idk why I care so much my mind feels cluttered and I think they want nothing to do with me. I think what bothers me most is I feel like if anyone should be upset it should be me or even why is it taking this long for things to be fixed. It’s not like this is the worst thing that has happened between us yet I feel like I’m in the wrong 😣. My head hurts constantly spinning in depression. I’m stuck in my house my car doesn’t turn on and honestly I bullshit my life away. Death seems like my best answer to just get rid of all of this

#firstpost #sad boy venting

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godsg111rl · 10 months

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things i can never say to you:

i just want you to keep my name out of your mouth and your eyes off me at all times.

you’re jealous of me and have shown that in so many ways and for the life of me i cannot figure out why.

i haven’t had a sober convo with you since 2018. i only really spoke to you when drunk. so the paragraph texts? the cursing out? all of that? drunk. bc that’s really the only time i’m stupid enough to believe that someone so deeply attached to their victimhood like you will listen, not try to play victim, and actually talk your shit. never happened by the way.

i should’ve taken you up on your offer to do therapy together because that likely would have helped me understand why you move so….weird.

i pity you and your unruly upbringing. i do.

you’re a mean girl and you’re delusional for thinking it’s the other way around. i may have not been the nicest to you in recent years but i gave you an inch and you took a mile so i feel very justified in giving you a taste of your own medsss.

i was shook when we rekindled and you were still the same girl (in your thought process and ways).

you have control issues and i AM the right and wrong person to try to control

i cannot believe you really had people believing we were cousins. it’s 2023 & i’m still having to debunk that lie.

i can’t believe you’d also go on to say that we mutually agreed to lie about being cousins like you didn’t TELL me to lie to people about us being related. you know it’s bad when you can’t even remember your own lies.

i’m glad we both agree that i’m smarter. no take backs.

i think you instigated that fight that one summer night. you know the one.

i honestly think you lie about how our fall out impacts or impacted you bc it’s always been more important to you to seem unbothered than to wear your heart on your sleeves like you do.

dating your ex was a mistake that i can’t take back or undo no matter how hard i try or have tried.

does it even matter that i dated your ex when you were never a friend to me? or do lines suddenly get blurred when it’s you that’s been wronged? PEMDAS.

it fucked with me how you went out of your way to tell everybody i was copying you just to copy and paste my existence after we rekindled.

i stopped telling people my secrets and vision for my life after rekindling w you. pretty sure meeting another unoriginal and conniving leech like you is on my top 10 worst fears list.

you need some milk.

you can’t keep friends unless they are a million miles away from you & it shows.

i hate that i still have room in my heart to genuinely root for and cheer you on knowing how you tried to play me not once but several times.

charging white boy prices just to sell me a gram was very narc of you. i should’ve known then you weren’t fwm like that.

remember when you talked my head off about your home warming & created the illusion that I’d be somehow invited or participating? just to not actually invite me at all? then the day of i watched you broadcast your party on insta & tried to joke it off by saying, “well i guess i’m not invited huh?” you responded with a lie about how only your co-workers were invited? that was fucked.

i really do have a Pinterest board with over 200 pins/receipts of you not only doing weird shit but being weird to me.

i’m glad your mental health hats and business were a flop. you really don’t know how sick that made me given you were in my inbox a few days prior hyping up the blueprint you bought from me & MY mental health business.

remember when i told you i pray for you and you told me you don’t pray for me & want me to go to hell? yeah, God saw it all.

us not being friends anymore makes so much sense. i just wish i had seen it in 2008 not 2014.

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beaversatemygrandma · 1 year

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I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy after being on the phone for three whole hours. Holy shit. Originally, it was to play pokemon together so i had my headphones on for hands for the game and eventually it just turned into me doing laundry and talking about random shit. I mean, between my sister deciding to throw a deflated rotting pumpkin into the yard (which held up shockingly. It got pancaked though.) and me yelling at that infinite dryer buzzer all while on call. I’ve had so many doubts about getting with this guy simply because of the whole weird memory I have of him from high school, but genuinely, I’m getting really cozy with this idea.

The thing is, i texted the FWB today to wish her a happy birthday, and i didn’t get a reply which is just a shame. I mean, she’s probably having fun, so can’t blame her really. But i have got to mention the fact that I’m abandoning the idea of getting into her polycule. Like, yeah, it would’ve been nice, and that week i stayed with her was great and felt like a real thing, but I’m 90% sure that’s because we were both Incredibly Touch Starved after isolation. Like, I’m still at that point, but I haven’t felt like I wanted to long distance fuck around with her anytime recently. I do want to mention this. I’ve reconnected with somebody and I Really Think it’s going to work out for the better.

Agh.

But back to that whole thing. Just listening to him go on about something was nice. I didn’t think I’d like his voice, but i like his voice. It’s not the same as it was back when we used to talk, but there’s still that soft pitch to it that is, just now deeper and a whole lot easier to listen to. I’d let him talk my ear off for longer if there was time. I remember reading once “you know you’re in deep when you fall for their voice” and yeah. Yeah, you do. Hell, the other night we got into another one of those more personal convos and something in me was like “yeah, I’d date him long term.” and i just went into this thing and drew an exact boundary that won’t freak me out which honestly allows so much more openness. Doesn’t stop him from replacing the L word with care though, but i can live with that and honestly, i really like that. Hm. I shouldn’t have looked away from the nerdy guy who was always tailing behind me back then. I mean, we started onto this thing about something in 10th grade and he just went “HANG ON.” and whipped out this half-finished yearbook he had from that year because he was on the yearbook team. Halfway through he just showed me the pic he had in there saying something about how pissed he looked, and I agreed. But also I just start wondering why i didn’t find him attractive back then. He was cute. Ngl. He’s cute. I mean, yeah, i was usually dating somebody back then, but this would’ve been nice. So much nicer than the 10th grade ex. But really. Why wasn’t I attracted to him then, but I am now? Like, we’re talking the sweetest damn guy, 6 foot, he’s got this cute, soft face and I’m just ???? I could’ve dodged so many bullets with this one.

Maybe it’s just the new outlook. Like how back then something in me was like “I’m totally not one of these dweebs.” and how I’d go out of my way to talk to the worst possible people i could spend time with. People i met outside of school. The ones who dropped out. The ones who’d lead me into oddly dangerous spots and weird situations. I just used to like how chill and calm the ‘stoners’ were back then. They accepted everybody. They were kind. Until you looked under the surface and realized just how much trouble you get into around them. Welp, i learned my lesson there. The hard way. Maybe I should’ve listened when i heard that one had a police record at 16. And here i am suddenly wanting to be surrounded by my old group of nerdy friends where the worst situations we’d get into involved wandering out into the woods and reenacting scenes from our favorite books in places we totally shouldn’t have been. But sadly everybody is scattered across the state at different colleges with different lives. One came out as gay and ghosted the rest of us (hell, he was the one who nearly lit my backyard on fire anyways. What’s weirder is all of us came out as queer a year prior.), another ended up in a huge city with new people and new jobs and just a new life, another manages a whole restaurant (props to him, that’s a feat), and then there’s me and this guy who just kind of fell into this slump and likely are going to be stuck in the old hometown for a while.

Huh. Either way I think I’m going to be happy in this one. It’s not everyday i find somebody who can talk their way past my walls so easily and make me feel so safe. You know, tomorrow is new year’s. He’s not doing anything, and I’m likely going to have a couple beers. I might flirt a little harder tbh. I don’t want to get too ahead of myself being this far out, but my god, do i want to open this up Just A Little More. If i’ve got him down there saying that he cares so much about me and just wants me to be happy, well by god, I’m going to make him happy too.

Ha. I also threatened to get him to watch some horror movies together. Gonna do that at some point, definitely cuddle the hell out of him, and likely scar him for life with some freaky ass movie. Perfect date night tbh. And I didn’t even frame it as a date night. But that’s literally my plan.

#taks speaks #im talking into the void again

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spookyrobbins · 2 years

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Firstly, Arizona did not bother to consider Callie’s wants and desires of having a baby. Instead, she went ahead and ended their relationship.

She then left her alone in a crowded airport and terminated their relationship again out of the blue.

Following that, she was a horrible and hurtful person to Callie after the plane crash, and abused her for no reason. Throughout this, Callie stood by her wife.

Until Arizona went out of her way yet again, and cheated on Callie. Then she cheated again with a young blond resident which was highly inappropriate. To me, these are instances of detrimental behaviour and I find it abhorrent. Callie on the other hand is forgiving and kind, as she continuously stuck by Arizona.

just to clarify, you said people should love callie in order to love calzona, but from your language here, you really don’t like arizona very much.

the baby fight imo is very two sided and honestly fairly mature. callie wanted a baby and arizona didn’t/wasn’t ready. they tried more than once to talk about it and clearly had different opinions, so arizona made the decision to break up with callie rather than force callie to give up on her dream of having a baby. while it’s hurtful in the short term, i struggle to see how they were meant to go on like that. they would’ve just grown to resent each other and there wasn’t a way they could move forward in that moment. and arizona clearly was not ready for a kid and that’s completely her right. people sometimes just aren’t in the same place and sometimes breaking up is really the only option.

as for africa, arizonas timing is the worst but it wasn’t done out of a desire to hurt callie. quite the opposite imo. callie clearly was not thrilled about going to africa and arizona (mistakenly) tried to convince herself that callie was fine with it. and yes, they should’ve had more convos about it before packing up their entire lives, etc. but also there are two people in this relationship - callie also could’ve spoken up about her concerns. instead, she turned to mark, leaving arizona in the dark about her doubts. arizona didn’t want to move to africa to mess callie’s life up - she won a major grant that she applied to before she met callie and it was a major career move. again, arizonas timing was awful, but callie also has a role there that gets overlooked.

i’m not here to defend arizonas behavior post plane crash bc yes, she was awful and cruel at times. but i think it’s hard to not consider the extreme trauma and major effect of the plane crash on her life. arizonas life as she knew it ended when she lost her leg and anyone would struggle. we saw callie struggle when she had to learn to walk and move again and like most people, she got angry and frustrated - bc those are normal human reactions. arizona definitely lashed out and was overly cruel but i don’t think at her core she wanted to hurt callie but obviously she did and that’s an issue of itself.

i really don’t think arizona went into that oncall room with either the intention of cheating or the intention of hurting callie. the cheating imo is far more to do with arizonas issues with herself than with callie. callie’s very much a casualty of that and that’s awful and arizona did something horrible. but again, it wasn’t done with the express purpose of hurting callie (even if that was the most significant outcome)

as for leah, that’s most certainly a low point for arizona and she didn’t behave ethically (although let’s maintain that energy for all the other attendings who slept with interns, hm?). arizona shouldn’t have slept with leah for a variety of reasons, but i do think she very much believed their marriage was over and she was self destructing. i don’t think it was an attempt to hurt callie.

at the crux of it, you attribute a lot of maliciousness to arizona that’s honestly a bit surprising. arizonas a flawed character but i don’t think she’s as deliberately cruel or malicious as you seem to. just the same, you seem to view callie as very much infallible but also severely lacking agency.

as i say all the time here, everyone’s entitled to their own interpretations and that’s very much at the center of fandom, etc, so i’m more than happy to facilitate discussions

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karihighman · 2 years

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Pieces of You

Lucy should’ve been used to it by now: the nagging pain in her side at seeing Tim talk to another pretty woman on shift. Well, okay, technically, they were just starting their shift, and they hadn’t left yet— mostly because of the aforementioned woman. She stood in front of Tim, who was leaning back against the front desk of the Mid-Wilshire station. Lucy watched from afar for a moment as his shoulders sagged, like he was carrying the weight of the world on them. Oof. Maybe it was one of those awkward, “thanks but no thanks” convos he sometimes had with women who flirted with him. Besides, as far as she knew, he was with Ashley now. And Tim wouldn’t ruin that, would he? Yikes. That shoulder touch said otherwise though. And was that....oh hell. An actual smile? Wow, okay. Obviously it was time to intervene. She coughed, making her presence known. She ignored the growing envy at how pretty the woman was up-close. Her red hair was fiery, matching her fierce eyes, and her features were sharp, smooth, refined.

Almost like... “Lucy, hi. Sorry, I didn’t mean to get caught up.” “I-it’s okay, but we really should go.” She patted his shoulder for good measure, and saw the woman glance between them at the contact. Maybe that would ward her off, Lucy thought. “Oh, so this is Lucy?!” The woman’s knowing tone caught Lucy off guard. Well, that’s a first. “I—“ “Wow, oh my god! It’s so nice to finally meet THE Lucy Chen!” Lucy didn’t dare utter any more words for fear of sounding like a sputtering idiot. Her mouth did open once more trying to make a sentence come out to no avail though. “Sorry,” the woman apologized, catching Tim’s eye. “I’m Genny. Genny Bradford, Tim’s sister.” Now Lucy really was speechless. Another first. “I—you—I’m sorry, what?” Lucy squeaked. She coughed, schooling her voice into a more appropriate tone. “I mean, hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Genny fixed her with a knowing look this time. “Tim didn’t tell you about me, did he?” All Lucy could do was shake her head no. It didn’t stop her from stealing a glance at Tim, who, much to her amusement, looked a bit mortified by the whole conversation. “In my defense—“ “Oh shut up, baby brother,” Genny said playfully. Lucy bit back a laugh. “You um, you never made it into conversation. But it’s nice to know there’s someone that can actually get away with bossing Tim around. Do you know the amount of times I’ve wanted to tell him to—“ She paused, realizing her momentary lapse of forgetfulness. Tim, being her (technical) boss and all, was still standing right next to her. Shit. “—please give us a minute so I can exchange numbers with your lovely sister, Sergeant Bradford,” Lucy saved herself in a sweet tone. “Uh huh,” Tim’s clipped response came and went, much as he did to the shop with their war bags. Genny and Lucy did trade cell numbers, and went on their ways. ___________________________________________________________ Lucy got in the passenger side of the shop, mood evened out now that she knew who Tim’s sister was. The only lingering question she wanted an answer to was: what was his status with Ashley? She was embarrassed to care so much, but the knot in her stomach would undo itself more if she just knew what they were. Or what she was— is — to Tim. If anything. “Soooooo,” she attempted. “So, we’re here to work, Chen. Not discuss my family. So table the sister talk, alright?” “Yessir. Shutting up.” An awkward silence fell over the shop for a couple blocks before Lucy couldn’t take it. “I’m sorry, y’know, but she’s really nice. And seems really chill and cool and— well—“ she paused, a sly grin creeping on her face. “Are you sure you’re related?” She heard him scoff. “I’m kidding, Tim!” “Very funny. Yes, we’re opposites. Are you really that surprised?” “I—well,” she pursed her lips. “No, no I guess I’m not. Honestly, I thought you were an only child. I had no idea you even had siblings, let alone a sister. An older sister, I might add.” He had a reply on the tip of his tongue when their radio crackled to life. “7-Adam-100, accident at the intersection of Van Nuys and Roscoe. Fire en route, please respond as secondary for possible intoxication.” “7-Adam-100, responding.” They drove over to the scene of the accident. Well, minor collision. Though the driver of the SUV wasn’t the drunken party. The woman on the bicycle was. The SUV hit another car after swerving to avoid said cyclist. Oops. “Well, Hell,” Tim grumbled as he watched the wobbly woman on the bike try to stay standing. “Ma’am, what happened here?” “It’s not illegal to drink and bike,” she protested, but it fell flat just like she did, right back to the ground. “Oh,” Lucy said alarmed, looking back at Tim. He rolled his eyes, helping her to help the woman back up. “Ma’am, we’re gonna have to take you in.” “For what?!” “Causing a disturbance, causing an accident, public intoxication, need I say more?” It was Lucy who rolled her eyes at Tim’s sassiness. She looked over her shoulder as the firefighters finished putting out the minor flames of the second vehicle. The suv driver waited by the paramedics, and they took in their suspect. “Have the driver meet us at the district so we can get her full statement please,” she called down. The paramedic gave her a thumbs up. She could already tell this was gonna be a long day. ___________________________________________________ “I cannot believe you arrested a woman driving her bicycle drunk!” Genny astonished, looking back to Lucy who sat across from her at a picnic table in the food truck lot. “Honestly, it’s not the first time a drunken woman tried to maneuver something other than a car. There was this one time, actually just last year, when I was a rookie... a woman was drunk and tried to getaway on a scooter.” She turned to Tim, suddenly remembering he was there with her that day of course. “Oh man, and Tim! Aw, poor Tim! She hit your foot with the scooter!” She tried not to chuckle, but failed miserably when he had that grumpy expression on his face. “Sorry,” Lucy tried. “It was definitely a memorable way to finish up my checklist, that’s for sure.” “I suppose,” Tim offered coldly, grabbing his drink and putting the straw to his lips again. Lucy put her head down, not wanting to say anything else. She knew he was in a mood. She looked over to Genny instead, who offered her a sympathetic glance. “Tim, come on, tell me more stories about training days! No offense baby bro, but your sergeants life sounds a little ‘eh’ right now. I need to live vicariously through you right now while I’m taking this break from work.” Lucy noticed her cringe afterward. Why was that bad? “Sorry, what was that? What break from work? What happened to your nonprofit gig?” “No, no, nothing! I still have it! I still have my job, it’s fine. Shit, I really didn’t wanna do this....like this.” Her eyes cut over to Lucy, who suddenly felt like she didn’t need to be here anymore. “I’ll umm, I’ll leave you guys to—“ “No, boot. Sit down,” Tim ordered. Her brows knitted together, partially in frustration, partially in worry. She didn’t know if she should hear whatever was supposed to happen next. It felt intrusive, for her to be here in such a pivotal family moment. “Fine. Tim, listen. The real reason I’m here is because....dad’s sick, okay? He’s really sick. And his house is falling apart because he can’t do the repairs. So, I’m here to help. And well, I’d hoped you’d help me too.” “No, no way. No way in hell, Genny. You know him. You know how he is. You know this!” As he yelled, he got up from the table, ready to storm off. “Really Tim? Come on!” “No, we’re done. C’mon, boot. Now!” He barked, and Lucy gave Genny an apologetic glance before doing as requested. ________________________________

An understandable silence fell over the shop for the rest of their shift. They took calls, but didn’t speak unless it was to discuss info pertaining to said calls. It was, without a doubt, the longest shift Lucy had as a sergeants aide. And she was really worried about her sergeant. She wanted to help, she just didn’t know how. It wasn’t until she’d gotten changed out that an idea struck. She took out her phone, and sent off a quick text. What can I do to help you guys with this? Genny’s reply came easily. Just be there. Tomorrow, 10am, 245 Maple Grove Ln. Thanks, Lucy. -G Lucy smiled, a renewed sense of determination washing over her. She always wanted to help, but she also knew how important this was for them. For Tim. And she especially wanted to help him navigate this tough time. So, when morning came, Lucy found herself waking up....shockingly with a sense of dread that replaced last night’s thoughtfulness. Oh god, what had she done. Gotten in the middle of a family dispute she had no business being in. What the hell was wrong with her? She cursed to herself as she got dressed. That was probably going to be the first thing out of Tim’s mouth when he arrived. If Genny could even convince him to come. As she went out the door to her car, her phone went off again. This time, a phone. And this time, from Tim. “Look, I already know what you’re gonna say, so I’m gonna save you the trouble. Meet me over at 245 Maple Grove Lane, and I’ll consider it. But only because between you and my sister, my ears would be completely talked off until I caved in to at least go there. So I’ll step foot inside, but I won’t guarantee anything else.” “You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t ya?” “I know everything you’re gonna do, Lucy.” That shouldn’t have sent a shiver down her spine, but it did. “See you soon, Tim.” ______________________________ When she arrived, she almost thought she’d gotten the wrong place. The outside looked pristine. It wasn’t until she saw Tim’s truck by the curb, him idling by, that she got out for a closer look. “He’s had gardeners do the yard for years,” he offhanded, picking himself up off his truck and heading towards the front door. Lucy simply nodded, following suit. Besides, coming in second afforded her a quick look at the most casual of Tim Bradford attire. He wore jeans which weren’t unusual for his choice in plainclothes. Normally he wore layers with his shirts, throwing a jacket over a Henley or a plaid shirt over a plain tee. But not today. Nope, today he wore a simple greige — that’s grey-beige — crewneck. And that’s it. She tried not to notice the way the fabric stretched over his broad shoulders, but failed miserably as they walked into the home. A “fuck” was whispered under his breath, and Lucy came around to stand beside him to get a look at the place. Oh, wow. It did need a lot of work. Paint chipping off the walls, wallpaper coming down, ceiling scrapes, flooring issues, the list went on. Yeah no wonder Genny needed help. This was way more involved than Lucy thought. “So,” she started, glancing up at Tim. “What do you think?” “I think,” he sighed heavily, taking a hand through his hair. “I think I’m gonna have to help... my sister, I mean. There’s no way she can do this alone.” Lucy refrained from a smart comment, knowing Tim would never outright admit his real reasoning. Not that she could blame him. Sure, her parents weren’t perfect, but compared to Tim’s dad, they seemed like saints. She was curious to know if he was actually here or not. It was then she realized she didn’t even know his name. She shifted over to him, nudging her shoulder against his arm with a supportive smile. “Ahhh, good! You’re here!” Genny’s voice echoed through the house. “You know I’m only doing this for you,” Tim told her.

“And I’m only doing this for you—“ Lucy caught herself mid-slip, adding: “both” before anyone could hopefully give it a second thought. Hopefully. She didn’t miss the way Tim’s eyes locked onto her though, and how her cheeks heated up at his gaze. Dammit. “So!” What shall we do first?” “Depends,” Genny began, quirking a brow. “How good are you with power tools?” “I’ve handled ‘em a few times,” Lucy acknowledged, knowing Tim was next to her ready to either retort with “a halogen doesn’t count, Chen,” or be pleasantly surprised. “Hammer okay? I may trade ya if I get tired of the axe, but for now I’m good.” “Sure thing!” “Tim, you’ve got the drill and I may need the buzzsaw up and running. Depends on how much of this wall we get through first,” Genny told him, gesturing to the enclosed space of what was a living room. “Sure,” he mumbled. “Let’s just get this done.” He saw the toolkits and belt on the ground off to the side, so he walked over and grabbed the belt for himself, and handed Lucy a pair of goggles. Genny already had hers attached to her plaid shirt so he needn’t worry. “Thank you,” Lucy singsonged to him, simultaneously thanking Genny who handed her a hammer. She went to work where she was told, taking out nails and hammering through some other holes before she and Genny switched things up.

Laughs were exchanged between the two when Tim came out with a saw and a confused expression on his face. “Genny when the hell did you get this?” “An ex left it behind at my place back East. So, I kept it. Sue me.” He rolled his eyes and his sister, and Lucy giggled some more. They really were related. “You guys really are siblings, aren’t you?” “Unfortunately, yeah,” Tim joked, and Genny shoved his shoulder. “The times I claim him, yeah,” she added just as playfully. “Ha ha.” Lucy smiled. She actually liked seeing Tim joke around. She hadn’t seen him do that in ages. “Lucy, can you grab me a nail gun?” “Coming right up!” She cheerfully walked — with a skip in her step — to the other side of the room where the rest of the tools were. Lucy didn’t know it but Tim watched her with the tiniest of smiles on his face. She may not have known it, but his sister sure did. “Tim, come help me move this cabinet.” Genny led him over to the area off the living room, and they shifted a cabinet from the wall. “So,” she eyed him curiously. “How long’s that been going on?” Tim paused his movements. “Excuse me?” Genny bopped her head over to the living room where Lucy was, then back to Tim standing in front of her. “You and Lucy? How long have you guys been together?” “Oh, no, Genny. We’re not together. She was my rookie, and now she’s my aide.” Thankfully Lucy wasn’t within earshot to hear him actually use the proper term. “Uh huh, and you expect me to believe that’s all she is to you?” “We work together, Genny. That’s all.” “Oh please Timothy James you’re not fooling anyone! Except maybe yourself. And before you even say it, I see the way she looks at you too, same heart eyes, same bright smile, same in love look.” “Now you’re crazy,” he tried to brush it off, walk away, but she stops him. “No, I’m right. And just because you can’t admit it to yourself doesn’t mean I can’t see it. Hell, I bet you even people at work know, don’t they?” Shit. “No! Genny, knock it off. We’re just friends, coworkers, that’s that. And even if people did suspect anything, I wouldn’t cross that line anyhow. I never have.” “What line? You said it yourself she’s not your rookie anymore.” “She’s still under my command.” “I’m sure you’d want her under you but not in that way,” she quipped, and Tim almost thwacked her upside the head. “Gen!” “Well, I’m just saying. She’s perfect for you Tim. And she doesn’t seem like the type to get riled by rumors anyhow. Just— just don’t ruin a good thing by letting it go, okay?”

“Not planning on it, not with her.” “Good. Cause I just want you to be happy. And Lucy.... baby bro I’ve seen you smile more today than I have in like a whole year when we lived under the same roof okay. Maybe even more than with Isabel. She’s GOOD for you.” “She is good, maybe even too good. And I don’t wanna mess things up for her.” “The only way you’d mess things up for her is by not telling her how you feel. Cause like I said earlier, she feels the same way. I can tell.” Tim opened his mouth to say something else when Lucy’s positive tone rang through. “Hey guys, I have the nail gun, where’d ya want it?” “Coming!” Genny called back, giving Tim a last look over her shoulder. He mouthed a “thank you.” He hoped she was right about this. __________________________

After nailing a couple things back into place, and tearing down some others, Lucy was exhausted. She’d have almost fallen the last step off the mini ladder had Tim not caught her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Genny eyeing them, a hint of a smirk crossing her lips. She coughed, extricating herself from his gentle hold. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” She pushed away the longing feeling for the warmth his body brought. Nope, now was not the time for those thoughts. It reminded her of their hug, which then reminded her of the tragic circumstances surrounding that embrace. Thankfully— or unfortunately, she was sure which yet — a loud crash broke both of them further apart from each other. “What the hell is going on here?! Genny! Get away from my fireplace!” Presumably, Genny was going to clean the fireplace up. Lucy saw the logs scattered about, assuming they’d been dropped. A flash of metal moved from Genny’s shaking hand to Tim’s dad’s harsh grip. Tim noticed the slightly frightened look on his sister’s face. And his eyes immediately locked onto the gun Genny had uncovered. He knew what would happen next if he didn’t intervene. And he be damned if he’d let his dad get mad enough again to intimidate his sister. “Dad, go back to your room, okay? Let’s talk there.” When the older man didn’t move from in front of Genny, Tim stepped between the two. “Tom! Now.” Even Lucy startled at the sound of his voice, watching as he also grabbed and pocketed the weapon. Tim sounded gravely serious. She’d never heard his voice sound so...dark. Tim reached back with his right arm to give his sisters shoulder a squeeze. Lucy felt his eyes fall back to her, and he mouthed an “I’m sorry” before his dad — Tom, she now knew — moved backward down the short hall to where she figured his room was located. She nervously watched Tim follow behind Tom, crossing her fingers that things would be okay. Genny let out a breath she’d been holding, and looked over at Lucy. They shared a look: one of concern for Tim. _____________________________________________ “Well, isn’t this a surprise.” “The hell is this, dad?” “I don’t have to tell you that, my cop son. Do I?” “Why! Do you have this buried in your house, huh?” “None of your damn business, that’s why.” “Y’know, I bet if I checked the serial number, it’s gonna come back unregistered. Or even worse, connected to a crime. Do you even think at all?” “It was from ages ago, Tim! Let it be, son!” “No,” he spat. “You don’t get to call me that. Not that way. Not this time. I’m only gonna ask you this one more time. Why. Do you. Have this.” “It was from an accidental shooting. When I was drinking, there was a bunch of people over one night. Not a party per-say. A poker night. It went off the rails. A buddy of mine shot a guy. The gun slid when people jumped up. The guy didn’t die, my buddy didn’t finish the job. I found the gun later, okay? I hid it because..... well because I knew if I told you back then... hell, this was 15 years ago Tim. You were just coming up through the academy. Starting your rookie training. I wasn’t gonna burden you with this.”

“Like you haven’t burdened me enough already?!” Tom stared back in disbelief. “What?” “Oh don’t play dumb! You made our lives hell, for me and for Genny!” “Excuse me?” “You heard me, you son of a bitch.” “You’d better watch your mouth.” “Or what? You gonna hit me? No, you wouldn’t dare. Oh but wait, you already did that, right? Right.” “Tim—“ “No, no we’re not doing this. I’m not doing this with you. Because unless the next words out of your mouth are I’m sorry then I don’t wanna hear it.” “I’m sick.” “I know! Genny told me. She told me you’re sick. That’s why I’m fucking here. God, I don’t even know why I thought this was gonna be a decent idea—“ “What, did you expect an apology?” “No, I didn’t! God dammit dad I know you better than that. You’d never apologize. Not once. Not to me, for beating the crap out of me, or for terrorizing Genny because of it. Not to mom, for driving her away with your drinking. Not to anyone! For anything!” “Then why the hell are you here, boy?” “I though I’d get some sort of closure. Stupid me, I guess. And you can fuck off with all that ‘son’ and ‘boy’ BS because you sure as hell aren’t a father and I’m sure as hell not a boy anymore.” “Oh is that so? What you’re doing just fine, huh? Big man now? Living the dream?” “You know—“ “Oh, I’ll tell you what I know, Tim. I know about you and Isabel. I know she was shot and that’s what led her to finally get clean. I know about how you passed up a perfectly fine sergeants position in Malibu to finish training a ridiculous rookie. I know you’ve lost people in your unit. You wanna know what else I know? I know you didn’t have the kids you and Isabel talked about. How could you? You were too busy searching for her. And you’ve been searching for something else ever since.” “You have no right to tell me about my life. I have a job I am damn proud of. Yes, my marriage with Isabel ended. But since then I’ve been doing just fine. I have trained a rookie that’s the best I’ve ever known. The people in my district are some of the greatest people I’ve worked with. They support me, they know me, they actually treat me well, which is way more than I can say for you, you smug bastard.” The two men had taken steps closer together with every gut punch, and Tim knew if he had to throw an actual punch, he wouldn’t hesitate. Course neither would his father, that he knew for certain. But this time, Tim could fight back. He clenched and unclenches his fist a couple times, eyes still fixed on his dad. Tom looked like he could take a swing if he wanted to, even in his weakened state. “Tim.” He expected to hear Genny’s voice, but instead it was Lucy’s. She stood in the doorway, looking directly at him with that look of concern he’d come to know too well. He also knew she probably convinced Genny to let her go back there to check up on him. Damn, he should’ve told Genny to keep her away. The last thing he needed was precious Lucy Chen seeing the darkness of his world. “This isn’t your place, girl. This is between my son and I. Leave!” “Don’t you talk to her like that!” Tim growled, willing to slug him if he moved even an inch toward Lucy. “She’s in my house, intruding on our business, I’ll talk to her how I please!” “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just— Tim, please—“ Her lips parted, the same way they always did when she wanted to say more but couldn’t bring herself to. He knew she could turn a phrase when she wanted to, make something so simple sound so profound. It was one of the things he loved about her: the ability she had to read a situation and know exactly what she could say to remedy it. This was not one of those times. This was not something she could fix. And he never ever wanted her to. “Lucy, I’m okay. There’s nothing left to say here anyway,” he told her softly, turning to walk away from his father. Tom yanked him back though, and Tim elbowed him somewhere on his face out of reflex, making Lucy gasp and Genny come running at the sound of a crunch. When Tim turned, he almost felt bad for causing Tom’s nose to bleed. Almost. But the stupid conscience he still had inside of him won out, causing him to apologize to assuage his oncoming guilt. It didn’t really matter though. “I’m sorry, dad. But we’re done here.” He turned on his heels, and Lucy and Genny made way for him to exit. Tim left the house straight away, no stops, no not a word to anyone. On instinct, Lucy ran after him, apologizing to Genny on the phone as she was driving and realized what she’d done. “It’s okay, Lucy,” Genny told her. “Just go find my brother. Please.” “I will,” she reassured, hanging up and driving the rest of the way to Tim’s house. She knew he’d be nursing a beer in one hand when he answered the door. “I’m only letting you in because I know you won’t stop texting calling and knocking on my door until I do.” “Are you okay?”

“No, no I’m not. But the thing I feel worst about is that you had to see that.” “Tim—“ “Lucy this is why I never brought up my sister, okay? Part of the reason why I barely mention my family. I never wanted you to be involved in any of this.” “Tim, stop. You know me! You know I wouldn’t judge you. I only wanna help. I just— I wanna make sure you’re alright.” “It could be worse. I could’ve completely decked him.” “Tim-“ she warmed, motioning him to sit down on the couch with her. He joined her, taking a long sip of his beer before continuing. “Well he deserved it. He deserved a lot more than that! But I talk cheap, because honestly, the only way I could see myself beating the crap out of him was if he laid a hand on you or Genny. Or anyone else I care about.” “I’m so sorry, Tim. I didn’t mean to make things worse for you...between you and Tom.” “You didn’t. He wouldn’t accept the fact that I was actually doing alright for myself. That wow, what a concept for me not to turn out like him! God, he places blame like it’s no big deal, but taking blame? Forget it. I know he’s not to blame for everything. I know I screwed up in my marriage with Isabel... not getting her help sooner. I know I’m not a perfect man, by any means. But I’ll be damned if I’m ever like him.” “You’re nothing like him, Tim. Nothing at all. I know you. You’re a good man. You’re honest, smart, tough, sure, but fair. Remember when I said you’re always on the right side of the law? Well, you’re also always on the right side of everything, period.” “Lucy—“ “No wait, let me finish,” she admonished, a smile playing on her lips. She even saw his lip curl up at her light tone. “You always take care of others. You always make sure they are happy and comfortable and safe. I’m sorry you’re dad didn’t do that for you. But you have people in your corner that will.” She took a chance by placing her hand on top of the one of his that wasn’t holding the beer. “Like me.” A rare Tim smile made an appearance to her. “Thanks.” “For what? Doing my job?” His signature downturned expression came next. It was perhaps her favorite because he only ever seemed surprise by her. And it was the hardest to earn, but easily the best reward.

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A/N: not my best, but I wanted to get this out before Sunday’s ep so there it is. Hope y’all enjoyed it still. as always, all photos copyright: dge press/abc. words are my own (minus the chenford quotes that made their way in here obviously).

#chenford fanfic #chenford fanfiction #i tried okay #my writing #under construction #construction chenford #tom bradford #genny bradford #chenford fic #chenford #the rookie fanfiction #the rookie fanfic #lucy x tim #lemme know what you think!

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izukult · 3 years

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haiykuu boys react to a long distance partner surprising them

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, nishinoya, tsukishima

established relationship | warnings: swearing, my fan behavior, why are my head canons so long in this gd it’s like a tiny story without structure

hinata shōyō

-SUNSHINE BOY (i went crazy for this one i’m so sorry)

-you were sugawara’s old middle school penpal which turned online friend

-so obviously you’d heard about his volleyball team and the new first year star players

-and one thing led to another where he introduced you to hinata

-actually you were facetiming suga and you saw hinata and told your old friend you thought the tangerine boy was cute and then koushi “accidentally” put you in a gc together

-you and hinata have been dating for about four months

-you’ve heard everything to a t, including small little remarks from tsukishima to every toss, kill, and miss your boyfriend and kageyama managed

-side note but it’s so cute this boy is so whipped for you if you don’t respond for a certain amount of time he’ll find some dumb excuse to talk to suga just so he can shift the convo to making sure you’re safe

-anyway

-so you’re going to meet suga finally

-like FINALLY you’re so excited

-but you’re also boutta see your boyfriend!!!!!!

-buuuuuuuuuut your boyfriend didn’t know

-so it’s safe to say you were a little nervous about it

-you made suga swear up and down that he wouldn’t tell any of his teammates that you specifically were coming, but he did ask to make sure it was okay to have a semi open practice

-so you’re standing outside the volleyball gym with sugawara, backpack with hinatas favorite snacks over your shoulder. practice had already started so suga was late, but he still stood outside with you and let you prepare yourself

-you felt like you were about to throw up even though that’s shoyo’s thing

-suga walks in before you and you follow shortly after, holding in a sharp breath.

-there he was. standing on the other side of the gym, talking to who you knew as kageyama

-he hadn’t seen you yet, but other member of karasuno had

-”yoo who’s this hottie” bald, flirtatious, you had to assume its tanaka

-hinata was in the middle of jumping for a spike when he saw you, and he froze and fell to the ground, stumbling to keep his balance

-the gym got quiet at the tangerines reaction, but he was just staring at you.

-and then he was doing that “woosh” run he always told you about and before you knew it his arms were around your waist and his head was buried in your shoulder.

-everyone (literally EVERYONE) was looking at you two but you just laughed and placed a hand in his hair (which, holy fuck, is soft)

-you mouthed an apology to suga and he shrugged you off, and focused your attention back on the boy in front of you

he pulled back just enough to look at you, leaving his hands to rest on your back. his eyes were filled with tears (cute) and he offered you a smile.

“you’re here” his voice was quiet, for once, but it didn’t have any lag this time. and it was so fucking beautiful.

“i’m here.” you nodded, eyes scanning the features of his face. he chuckled lightly, a tear falling to his cheek as he shook his head.

“you’re so pretty.” his voice was watery and he moved his head back in your shoulder before you could utter a compliment back.

-he stayed attached to you for like minutes okay and this man completely ignored the teasing of his classmates.

-eventually you tried to pull him off you so he could get on with practice (and so you could watch him practice) but he refused to get off

-”bubs. babe. honey. you gotta get up”

-”hey hey hey, what about showing me a cool spike?”

-”i am literally asking you to do your favorite thing in the world sho,”

-”new favorite thing is holding you.”

-YOUR HEART

-eventually you did get him off of you and he practiced the HARDEST he had

-after practice he introduced you to everyone as his girlfriend even though you’d literally been introduced to them like an hour before

-his eyes stay on you and he constantly tells you how pretty you are face to face and how you smell good and how soft your hands are

-it would sound stalkerish if you werent whipped

-its ok hes whipped too

kageyama tobio

-no idea how youd meet this mf online

-maybe some volleyball forum or like arguing over which setter was betting in youtube comments

-or if you know nothing about volleyball,,,,

-i have no fucking clue BUT

-he doesnt mind long distance honestly

-he doesnt have to get worried about completely embarrassing himself and he never has to make like physical moves

-but he does wish he could hold your hand sometimes.

-but he ignores it🙄

-so you are like obsessed w this bitch u r in love w him🤢🤢

-and ur a good 90% sure he luv u too

-so you plan a trip to him

-you do it all out. you talk to his mom, you find the cheapest hotel that’s perfect distance between his house and his school bc ur just that cool

-and you even make up an excuse to kageyama for why you won’t be on your phone during the flight

-you know he’s gonna be at practice bc you know his schedule cos gf things

-you stocked up on banana milk (aka you brought like four)

-you hit him up yknow yknow

- “hey bubs i’m back<3 how’s practice going?” you’re literally standing outside the gym but you want to make sure you’re not coming in at a bad time

-after like three minutes he texted u “good:). just got done with a practice set.”

-so now you’re going and you’re excited and you’re Nervous

-you open the door and you’re met with a rly tall guy with a headband on

-“hi, can i help you?”

-“uh, is kageyama here?” and he turns his head, and you follow his eyes, and there he is

-and he’s already staring at you

-a ball is lightly held in his hands

-if anyone who didn’t know him saw him they would genuinely think he’s angry

-but it was kinda the same look he’d give you when you talked about things you cared about on facetime

-so maybe that’s love? 😳😳😳

you give him a little wave

-“sup kags”

-he’s just staring

-blankly staring

-which you should’ve expected

-“sorry, are you mad? i should’ve told you i was coming, that’s my bad i just thought i could surprise you and it would be really nice and then you wouldn’t be stressed out sorry-“

-literally why are you saying all this all of his teammates just like “wtf”

-he shook his head quickly and opened his mouth to say no but just continued to stare

-“i- uh- you want to watch me set?”

-you LAUGH. and i mean LAUGH girly and he just turns all kinds of red and you know his team is gonna be on him for that

-“yea! if that’s like, allowed?” daichi doesn’t care so you are literally balling

-you watch him play and like at first he’s REALLY awful like rly bad but then he kind of tunes everything out (i.e. you) and gets back in his groove

-afterwards he comes over to you and asks you what you think and he’s looking at you like this is normal but you can tell he’s shaking and he kisses your forehead REALLY REALLY FAST and mumbles a quiet “i’m glad you’re here”

-he opens up w affection more along the trip

-he appreciates the banana milk. sm.

-from then on out he constantly brags ab having a gf to the team

oikawa tooru

-he suspects smth is up to be honest

-he’s like “ohhh shawty gon do sum😫”

-(he doesn’t fucking call you shawty)

-but to be fair he figured more like you were gonna send him smth rather than send yourself

-surprise again he’s AT PRACTICE who would’ve guessed

-but this time you come at the end of practice because seijoh has like set schedules and oikawa tells you everything so

-you’re just standing by the door waiting for him to come out, ignoring the literal group of girls forming at the end of the hall knowing dAmn well they are your bf’s fangirls

-oh well

-you hear his voice before you actually see him

-he’s giving someone tips on their serves and you hear someone make a snide remark at him and you only assume its iwa

-he’s in the middle of a sentence and he just stops.

-there’s a good couple of seconds where he completely loses composure

-which is not tooru like

-you took a step closer and smiled

-”is this the oikawa tooru fanclub?”

-”nah it’s actually the oilykawa hate club” it’s the same voice from earlier and it’s definitely iwa

-you laugh a little and keep looking at your boyfriend

-”that’s even better”

-he just walks up to you and gives you a real, genuine smile

-pushes a piece of hair behind your ear

-and KISSES u

-EPIC MOMENT GAMERS

-”what are you doing here, pretty? come to see me play? if so, i hate to break it to you, but you’re late”

-you just roll your eyes and kiss him again

-once you two are alone he literally cries

-LMAO

sugawara koushi

-literally the only one who can keep his cool out of all these mfs (aside from tsukishima)

-however, when you show up to his practice wearing the hoodie he sent you like two months earlier, he lost his shit

-you set it up with daichi and everything beforehand.

-(and daichi literally made sure suga would look like a setting genius the day you showed up)

-he had just made a really good set when you walked in and you clapped

-”nice one, koushi”

-he looks at you like 😦 & is just like “you- what- you’re- how- why?”

-lol and then he goes on “not why like i’m not happy you’re here just how”

-and all the third years think it’s so funny to be honest, because typically suga can keep his cool

-he eventually gains his cool and shines you one his signature amazing smiles (which, is somehow better face to face)

-omg he goes over to you and once he gets there he turns to his teammates and like

-”this is my s/o!!!”

-mf is BEAMING

-he’s so happy

-you find out right after he gives literally the best hugs ever i live by that and i will die by that

-he doesn’t kiss you til you two are alone

-and its so fucking sweet and personal he puts his forehead on yours and tells you you’re the most beautiful person hes ever seen

-he is literally so in love w you

-ew

-i love him.

nishinoya yü

-ok he’s so loud

-literally the second he gets a gf everyone knows

-he shows the team pictures of you literally anytime one of them will look

-he luvs u

-he is your BIGGEST fan no doubt

-you make a nice meal? he wants to post about it

-you have a nice outfit? he will put it on his story

-you breathe? expect an “omg baby im so proud of u”

-so when you show up, he reacts the way you expect him to

-so like obviously this man isnt checking his phone during practice

-but he puts his phone on dnd and has you as his only favorite contact

-so you can text him if its an emergency during practice

-you know that, he knows it, the team knows it

-he gets the little ping!

-and he’s out the game

-no one is recovering the ball #peaceout

-he jogs over to check because you never text his number during practice bc you respect his passion for volleyball

-the text just says “come outside:))”

-he’s like wtf?? but bitch gonna do what u say😐

-he sees you and he just yells “holy shit” so loud dude

-daichi goes to call him on his language but steps outside and sees the short libero hugging the person they’d all seen in the photos, he just goes quiet

-nishinoya will not shut up as he hugs you

-he’s literally just hyping you up and asking you literally every single detail about how you’re there, where you’re staying, when you’re leaving, how your flight was, everything

-you just kiss his forehead :)

-literally only good vibes

-you guys have such a good trip bruh

-after you leave he literally just cries while looking at pics of you two together

-^ he took so many pics and vids of you pls

tsukishima kei

-unlike the others, you wouldn’t meet him at practice

-you don’t really know his team, nor does he tell you about them outside of mostly complaining

-you do know tadashi, but like you’ve only talked to him in a gc all three of you are in and never like alone

-you did not tell him you were coming because you’re 100% convinced he would’ve accidentally told tsuki even though he can keep his own shit secret lol

-you just show up at his door when you know he’s home

-and he’s texting you as you’re there and he had actually had a moderately rough day so you told him you were gonna order him food from his favorite restaurant

-which, technically wasn’t a lie you just had to make an extra stop

-you knock on his door (once you’ve prepared yourself because you honestly have no idea how he’s going to react)

-and he opens it ready to give a half hearted thank you to some delivery guy

-but instead his s/o

-he just stares at you

-he looks like a fish

-after like fifteen seconds you decide to try to break the ice bc you are nervous

-”delivery here for uh one…” you pretend to look at the paper, you’re doin a whole skit here “one dumb bitch. are you dumb bitch?”

-he just rolls his eyes and shoves your head

-he walks back but he leaves the door open

-”take your shoes off”

-he’s not even looking at you smh but you smile so fucking wide bc that’s the kind of reaction you were honestly hoping for

-(what you don’t know is he will literally break his whole hard exterior act if he looks at you right now and he is not ready for that)

-you put the food on the table and move to stand next to him

-and after a bit he finally looks at you

-and you look at him

-and you smile

-and he does too,, kind of

-(which is so fucking cute,)

-and you just keep starin at him and bite your lip to keep from grinning

-and after a couple minutes you clear your throat

-”can i hug you?”

-bro he’s so fucking whipped he doesnt even answer he just wraps his arms around you and puts his head on top of yours

-and he mumbles a thank you and its so fucking SWEET

-he does open up more the longer you’re there and u have a very good trip mwah in luv

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dodo-begone · 3 years

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It's Tough to be Mortal

Pairing: God!Reader x Hermitcraft

Request: DODO MY BELOVED DO YOU REMEMBER THE CONVO WE HAD ABOUT GOD READER. WOULD YOU BE COOL WRITING THAT BESTIE?

Word count: 4k

Grian was standing in front of his mansion, debating on what needed revamping. Sure it was already enormous but there was something missing about it. It’s been bothering him for ages. An answer that always seemed to appear was something others would call outlandish. Something more than unnecessary.

His mansion needed to be taller.

Did his mansion already tower over the rainforest that lay before of it? Yes. Did it also go pretty far below ground level? Also yes. A grand mansion like this must have something to separate it from the surrounding area. The moat-like feature couldn’t be small either. No, that’d be an injustice to the mansion. What he needed was something to-scale for it. Though it’d be nice if his nether portals would actually fit in the little arches he dug out…

“Hey Grian!” a voice suddenly appeared. It’s unexpected entrance made it seem like a bellow and it was absolutely terrifying to hear.

Grian shrieked, jumping around to see who disturbed him from his thoughts. There, behind him, was little ole you. If he weren’t so spooked, he would’ve found your expression rather hilarious.

Your face was a gorgeous combination of joy with a hint of confusion. The expression was similar to one Grian wore often. He mostly wore it when he was found pranking the other hermits. Although you did many pranks alongside him, it didn’t seem like you were trying to pull on now. “Seem” being the key word. Appearances can be deceiving after all.

“Why hello there,” Grian was grateful for your sudden appearance. Another set of eyes to help decide what was missing. It was like the gods just knew of his plight. “Why’d you come visit?”

“Oh I just wanted to chit-chat,” You reply, your eyes wandering to Grian’s most recent muse. “But you seem somewhat busy at the moment. I’ll come by another time.”

“Wait,” Grian still desperately needed an outsider’s opinion. “We can talk right now. I’m just trying to figure out what my mansion is missing.”

“Are you sure,” you prod. Talking to Grian after you interrupted him felt wrong. He was obviously busy and you disturbed him more than you should’ve. The creative process could be rather elusive once you have it, easily escaping the moment you stop thinking of it.

“Positive.”

“Well, if you insist,” you give in rather easily. How you craved interaction. And it was so readily available here as well. “I mostly came over to thank you.”

“Thank me for what,” Grian was beyond confused. First off you could be thankful for anything. Second off you didn’t need to thank him for anything. Third off he can’t think of anything he’d done for you that you hadn’t thank him for already. “You don’t have to thank me for anything, you know. Everything was a pleasure to do.”

“But i still feel like making you aware,” you reply so nonchalantly to him. In a way it seemed like you didn’t care what he had to say in reply. He knew you did care, you’ve shown you cared in the past. But now it seems to be the opposite. It must’ve been like one of those cases where you don’t listen to a friend when you help them because they think they’re a problem. That’s what it feels like anyways.

“You and the hermits made me realize so many things about life I had either long forgotten or never realized,” your words were spoken in such a soft manner, like you were dreamily reliving whatever you were referring to.

“Again, it wasn’t a problem at all,” Grian reiterated himself. He didn’t want to seem rude but at the same time it honestly wasn’t something that bothered or irked him. Although he may not have realized he was helping you with that, it was nice to know you felt great about your interactions together.

You looked like you were far from finished talking though. So Grian decided to listen to your words. Maybe look at what needed fixing with his mansion. No, that’d be rather rude.

“With our interactions together,” you were restarting whatever you were saying. Oh boy. “the small joys of life have been revealed to me. For example, I never knew those loud boxes of yours had any significance besides just making a loud noise. Well they are made to make noise, but I was unaware of the significance besides that. Now, through you, I have found the sounds rather joyful. I never knew you could trap music in a box until now.”

Grian had been beyond confused with your description. It felt odd and awkward. He only figured out what you meant when you said “music in a box”. Either you meant a music box or a jukebox. Everyone knew what a music box was; everyone had interacted with one in their lifetime whether they remembered it or not. Jukeboxes were also a well known item. Your experience with them felt odd to hear. Very alien. Who doesn’t know what a juke box is?

“Oh don’t even get me started on those little slimy critters,” you excitement seemed to grow exponentially. If he weren’t there to see it, he would have a hard time picturing what that description would entail. “The slimy ones are slugs, right? I think they’re slugs. Not those square ones, no i know those are Slimes. But the cylindrical ones, i think that’s what you call that shape, that most people find rather unpleasant. They live in gardens. Yes, those. I never got to experience them up close until recently. Also the little slugs with shells.” You pause, a look of deep concentration covers your face. A few times you try to restart your description with the name but come up empty.

The pause is long enough to give away that you most likely didn’t remember the name of what you described at all. It was rather cute because you were so deep in thought about it. You looked around too, like anything could give you a clue as to your mystery animal.

“Do you mean snail,” Grian prompted. He was giving you a stick to latch onto. Watching you flail for an answer any longer would be cruel.

“Yes,” you reply gleefully,” those things. Snails and slugs are so sweet. I can’t believe people can dislike them so much. They regard them as pests but they’re just little wonders. It’s so hard to see why people dislike them. Is it because they’re slimy, like blood?”

That description felt like a record scratching or stopping; it felt like the mood got changed completely. “Excuse me,” Grian laughed nervously. He simply must’ve misheard. “Could you repeat that?”

“I absolutely can- wait, which part do you need,” your confusion was rather evident. Did you really have no clue where the problem lay?

“The snail and slug part. Where you were wondering why people didn’t like them. What was the reasoning you gave?”

“Oh that! I said, ‘is it because they’re slimy, like blood’” You reply so helpfully. A child-like glee seemed to emanate from you.

“I don’t think that’s exactly why people dislike them,” Grian began. He didn’t know how to bring it up to you that your description wasn’t wrong but also wasn’t right. “Some people dislike them because they eat, destroy or kill their plants. Or they have a plethora of them where they’re unwanted.”

“Oh,” somehow his answer saddened you. “So they treat them like unwanted kittens?”

Again, you weren’t wrong nor were you exactly right. It just didn’t exactly sit right with him. Because yes, they could be treated like unwanted kittens.

“Sure,” It was simpler to just go along with it. After all, the general idea wasn’t wrong. Anything unwanted was a pest in someone’s eyes and therefore treated like one.

“Oh the poor things,” you start to tear up. “Why do people treat them like that?” You’re tearing up over snails and slugs? This is going to be a long explanation as to why they’re treated so horribly. He really didn’t want to have to break your heart further over the slugs and snails, but your pained yet curious eyes just begged for more information. It was going to be a long day.

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The clicking of redstone echoed around the cavern. After a long chain of clicks, lights flickered and moved. It was like the sun, although the appearance was shoddy and limited considering what it was made of.

It’s creation was for one purpose; to replicate the sun but underground. A quirky clock. Very large and eye catching. Much more eye catching than a regular clock anyways. The ceiling was partially ripped out, revealing the dazzling rays of sunlight that peaked over the horizon.

Zedaph, the creator of this magnificent creation, stood below it. Both looking at it in awe and scrupulously. He was only at the beginning stages but this played a key part in showing the progress. Was he actually doing everything right? It already moved once but it did that last time. Oh it’s getting close to changing now, or should be. “Zedaph,” you flung yourself at him, hanging onto him as you two went down. Although not the most pleasant entrance, it was rather endearing. “Oh sorry about that! Looks like I got a wee bit over excited.”

“It’s alright,” you two got off the ground, you much more gracefully than him. “It didn’t hurt too much.”

“Oh my gosh I hurt you,” you frantically search Zedaph over, looking for any sign of damage you might have caused. “Oh i am so so sorry I didn’t mean for any of that to happen I just-” “I said it’s alright,” Zedaph reiterates, gently pushing you away. “I’m perfectly fine. See?” He even does a little twirl for you.

You don’t seem convinced, not in the slightest. But your second attempt to search him gets declined and you’re forced to believe him. At least somewhat.

“So what brings you around here,” Zedaph inquires. “I know my indoor sun-clock system is pretty awesome, but it’s far from complete. And there isn’t really anything else in the cave of contraptions either.”

“I’m well aware of that,” your reply is odd, but easily overlooked. All of the other hermits have their quirks, after all. This is no different. “But I came over for other reasons.”

“Other reasons?” “Well not reasons,” you correct yourself. “What I actually mean is reason. I don’t know why I said reasons. Why did I say- anyways I just wanted to talk with you.”

“Some good ole talking with me,” Zedaph had to clear any doubt, even though there really shouldn’t have been any. “Well I’m quite honored to have you over to talk. What did you want to talk about?”

“Oh I simply wanted to discuss the differences between Hermitcraft and other servers. I knew Hermitcraft was different but I couldn’t put a finger on what it was. That was until recently. That “eureka” moment hit me and I just had to share with someone.” Your self satisfaction was undeniable and honestly somewhat charming in the way you were so pleased and proud by your actions.

“How so,” Zedaph inquires. He wants to listen to you, he really does. But redstone is just calling his name and how can he deny it. So he starts to fiddle with some redstone. Find a way to do the decline of the sun for his clock. He could easily listen to what you were saying and figure this out, right? It couldn’t be that hard.

“So I noticed how everything is so nice and peaceful here,” you remark, slowly following him. “It’s like one of those fairytales you share to your children. So absolutely perfect. Then there are others where chaos reigns like there’s no god but itself. You know what I’m saying.”

“Uh-huh,” Zedaph mindlessly agrees with whatever you just said. “Fairytales are like that.”

“Excellent,” you quietly cheer in joy at his supposed “understanding”. “So anyways this place is so much less malevolently chaotic and more playfully chaotic. And I recently realized something. Something that you guys don’t do that many other servers do. Are you aware of what that is?”

“Yea sure,” Zedaph started to fiddle around with the placement of droppers and redstone. “Go right on ahead.”

“Okay! So what you guys don’t do is something many other servers do- oh I just mentioned that. But anyways! There’s so little violence, it’s truly wonderful, don’t get me wrong. I must inquire though, do you expect there to be any violence? Anytime soon for that matter?”

Zedaph gives a simple “no” before his mind and hands are back onto the redstone before him.

“Well that’s great yet terrible,” you sigh in disappointment. “A true tragedy. Guess I need to go to another server again.”

Those words caught Zedaph’s attention rather quickly. He’d only half listened before but you now had his entire attention.

His mouth spoke faster than he could think. “Why would you go somewhere else? Especially for violence?”

He turns to you and is greeted with your confusion. Perplexion shows itself well on your face, accentuated by a small head tilt. It was a silent way of asking “are you really asking this” or a simple curiosity. Either or really. Yet this didn’t clear his confusion at all. If anything, it made everything just that more muddled. Why are you acting like he should know the answer?

“No I genuinely don’t understand. Can you please explain?” Zedaph hoped you could actually clear his confusion rather than make it worse. You had to. After all, people usually start to clear up what they said after you ask at least once or twice.

“Well you guys have no violence,” You reply so matter of factly. This still doesn’t help. Zedaph’s mild fear and confusion must’ve been evident as you continued with your explanation. “It’s rather simple really. I feed off of violence, in a crude description of it. And I could spark some conflict here rather easily, get my fill without having to leave. But I like you guys too much to just make you suffer so. That’s why I asked. Because if I did it, the conflict would be so much worse than what you guys would create.”

Zedaph was baffled and stumped. Okay that made sense yet didn’t all at the same time. Like yeah some people thrive off of drama, so violence could be similar-ish. He was just making excuses at this point. He really didn’t understand any of that.

“And you guys rarely make sacrifices as well,” you muse, not taking into account that you lost Zedaph literally ages ago.

“Excuse me did you say “sacrifices” because I must’ve heard wrong. Nobody really makes sacrifices in this day and age.” Zedaph was getting more unnerved with each new thing you mention. It’s like the more you talk, the worse everything gets.

“Yeah I said sacrifices. Gosh you’re so silly,” you giggle at his “ignorance”. “People still make sacrifices! You just aren’t in the right crowd when it happens, that’s all.”

“Okay and uuh,” his confusion blurs everything ever more. How could he nicely and politely state this? Is there a nice way to state or ask what in God’s name was going on? “What do they sacrifice, exactly?”

“You know, the usual things,” another answered in a manner that just screamed “you should know this man”. Like a teenager with their fads. “Like items and that jazz. Things that are deemed “important” or whatever. You know, the usual sacrifice stuff.”

“No, I have no clue why,” his irritation was becoming very apparent. “That’s why I was asking.”

“Oh well I’m no good at explaining this type of stuff,” you mutter, going deep into your thoughts. “You know what? I should get going. I don’t want to bother you much more.”

Zedaph sees you walk out a door and tries to stop you, yet you’re gone before he knows it. You just magically poof away the moment you’re out of sight. Wow you are just so darn fast. The awkward energy became too much? Or was it the explanation that chased you away? Did he pressure you too much?

Questions ran rampant in his mind after your interaction. He wanted answers for them, but he’d have to wait until he saw you again to ask.

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Many other odd events go on across the server. Each having one thing in common: you. You were in every interaction where something odd was mentioned or happened. After stories were traded about your interaction with each of them, it finally became too much to ignore. Yes, all of them had little quirks or be quirky in general, but this was excessive. Maybe it was just the style you did things, but they needed confirmation.

So they called together a meeting. One where everyone could hear what you had been up to and these anomalous events.

Around their little circle they went, each recounting your actions and the events that happened afterwards. With each person you became more peculiar, more of a figure to be gawked at. There were so many things and all so incredible.

Doc recounted how you were helping him with his redstone and in turn trying to learn the redstone Doc was doing. It was supposed to be a day-long-ish lesson for you two. Everything had gone well, quite normal, in fact.

You were rather studious, watching his actions slowly and taking all he did into memory. A few questions were brought up, which was also a normal thing. Redstone was a rather confusing subject. But then an odd question came out of practically nowhere. Nothing prompted it, as far as Doc was aware. Well, one thing could’ve but even then it was farfetched.

He had mentioned how he was a block or two short on what he needed. A block that’d fit the color scheme of the farm he had been working on. And you simply asked if he needed a block because you had one on you. He replied with a simple yes and that should’ve been the end of the interaction, besides the transition of said item.

Dropped into his unsuspecting hands was a block of bedrock. It was black and grey. Something that went with what he was building with. So he placed it down without much of a second thought. But when he tried to move it later on, he realized what had happened. Though how it all exactly happened was a mystery. How could you have gotten some bedrock?

When everybody at the meeting had shared what was going on, it was clear. Clear but not clear. It was like you had some powers. Admin powers, to be exact. But you weren’t an admin. Far from it. You had only recently joined the server. So that begged the question; how did you obtain those items and why were you reacting the way you were?

Your actions seemed to hold little to no regard for those you found “unimportant” but hyperfocused on those you did. Aloof was another way to describe your demeanor. An aloof person that held a regal air around them. Like nothing could touch them.

Their chatter was growing in volume the longer they were together. Arguing ensued over what could be going on. Was some mythical force at work? Were you some type of hybrid? A hybrid with powers they were unaware of? Were you a hacker? The possibilities were nearly endless but one thing was certain; you were not a normal hermit.

A loud cough broke through the cacophony of voices, effectively silencing them. Confusion soon took hold of the group. Wait, everyone was here though. And nobody in the circle did it. Right? It didn’t sound like any of them, at least. Another cough was released and almost every head in that circle whipped toward the direction the cough originated from. Their answer stood behind them, at the entrance.

You stood there, a confused look adorned your face along with a little head tilt. Why were you here? Did anybody invite you? They didn’t remember inviting you. At least the majority of them didn’t.

Scar quickly got out of his chair, walking over for a hug and some greetings. He thanked you for coming and gave you the unfortunate news that the meeting was coming to a close. Man he really told you the wrong time, huh? That was his bad.

You simper, shifting your view over to the remaining hermits. Grin widening, you give them a squinted smile and a little hand wave.

It was obvious now, didn’t need to be said. But it seemed Scar had invited you along as well. They really should have specified who needed to come to the meeting instead of “everyone” because- well this could work in their favor.

“So what’d I miss,” you ask, making your way over the hermits with Scar by your side. “Scar didn’t exactly tell me what this was all about. But he didn’t know either. Did you all miss some information when you were inviting people?”

They look between each other, trying to find someone with the courage to break the question to you. One of them had to do it, but which one of them would?

Finally a brave soul spoke up. It was their admin, Xisuma. Grateful couldn’t even describe how they felt when he started to talk to you.

“We’ve actually been meaning to ask you something,” Xisuma speaks in a measured and steady tone. One that gave away no weakness he might’ve been experiencing. Like anxiety or how awkward it was to even ask someone something about themselves. Something that would, in usual cases, be seen as an insult or something akin to that. A negative thing.

“Oh,” you play his game, humoring him and going along with the unspoken script. “What do you want to know?”

“It’s actually quite simple really,” Xisuma starts, but soon pauses again. A few false starts later and he’s back on his feet, metaphorically anyways. “This is going to sound very odd and quite possibly rude. But are you, um, are you a god, by chance?”

Silence came to suffocate the room after his question came out into the open. The air was tense with anxiety.

“Oh yea that,” you giggle. “Yea I am. So what?”

“I’m sorry, but did you say “so what”?” Xisuma wanted clarification because there was no way you just answered with that. “So what”? That was definitely an unexpected answer. Honestly they weren’t expecting too much or too much. It was hard to tell.

“Yes I did,” you speak your words slowly and methodically, checking the reactions of everyone in the room. Like a switch your words flow from a molasses like pace to water. “Look I’d absolutely love to get into this and talk with you all about this in depth, but it really isn’t a good idea. I haven’t had the best experiences with explaining this type of stuff with… well with beings like you.”

Everyone was giving each other looks, silently asking each other “is this really going on” or “Excuse me, what now”. Silence settles over the group again. You leave them some time to ponder over the news, but not enough for it to cause any trouble. At least that’s what you think.

You clap your hands and it echoes around the room, once again catching everyone’s attention. “Look like I said, I’d love to explain this all to you. This isn’t the best time though. So why don’t we just chill out? Talk to each other like the friends we are! You guys have cookies, right? Scar said you guys would have cookies.”

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This fic is completely deranged and taken directly from a conversation I had with my bestie Ang earlier in the evening. Don't ask how the convo came about.

Amelia and Meredith walked into the attendings lounge of Grey-Sloan Memorial, both of their eyes focused on their sister who was sitting on the couch, yawning and guarding her cup of coffee like her life depended on it, her eyes clearly tired. Without even taking notice of who else was around them, they immediately went and sat down beside Maggie, interested to find out what had caused her to treat coffee like her most prized possession.

“What kept you up all night?” Meredith asked with a slight teasing tone in her voice. Maggie quickly looked over to glare at her sister. “Winston is what kept me up all night. Winston and his fingers and tongue…” Meredith snickered at her sister’s words when Amelia chimed in and said “So what you’re telling us is you had a good night?”

“Oh we had a good night alright, I could go on and on about how good he is in bed. Honestly, married sex is so much more fun than I thought it’d be. And raunchy? For some reason I thought we’d become dormant after getting married. But no, he certainly knows how to keep me on my toes… I mean, he’s completely insatiable, every time I thought he couldn’t go deeper he-” Maggie rambled, quickly getting cut off before she got too graphic.

“I’m happy for you Mags, I really am. But some of us haven’t had sex in months so, try to spare us.” Amelia piped up, not wanting to hear how Winston treated Maggie in bed after months away from Link.

“Try years, I haven’t had sex since well before the pandemic. God, I miss sex and being kept up all hours of the night.” Meredith complained, resting her head in her hand. “You know, I just met the new plastics guy. Jackson’s replacement, I think his name is Dr. Henson. He’s really nice, around your age, single, and not too hard on the eyes either… I could introduce you two if you’d like.” Maggie told Meredith, fully serious.

“Hey, what if I wanted the sexy new plastics doctor?” Amelia whined playfully. “You have Link. You’re choosing to avoid him. He still loves you.” Meredith volleyed right back. “Sorry Amelia, sexy new plastics guy is mine.” She continued with a smirk.

All of a sudden, the sound of a mug hitting the counter behind them took their attention away from their sex lives, or in Meredith and Amelia’s case, the lacktherof. The women quickly turned around to see none other than Cormac Hayes and his coffee spilled all over the ground. “Ladies, morning.” He said, trying to act as if he hadn’t heard their entire conversation. Amelia quickly muttered, “Seems like none of us are having great mornings today…”

“I should probably get going, I have an aortic valve repair in 20 minutes.” Maggie said after finishing the last of her coffee. Hayes was quickly trying to clean up the mess he’d created. Amelia got up and left alongside Maggie, giving a quick goodbye. Meredith stood up and made her way over to the coffee pot while Hayes wasn’t looking. As he threw out the last paper towel, he looked up to find Meredith in front of him with a brand new mug of coffee, 2 milk and 1 sugar, just the way he liked it. “Figure you could probably use the boost before our surgery later today.”

He gratefully accepted the coffee, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the woman in front of him and the conversation he’d just heard. She had no clue he was desperately in love with her, he couldn’t figure out how to tell her. But now he knew that she was missing sex, and she had no clue that he would happily fuck her into the wee hours of the morning if she let him. And as best as he tried to stop thinking about it, this new knowledge was dangerous information to him. And they had a long, risky surgery together later in the day. How would he be able to think about the surgery, when he was now thinking about the thought of the two of them together… on a bed… naked.

Meredith walked out a few seconds after handing him the coffee, and Jo walked in a few seconds later. “Damn Hayes, what’s got you looking like a deer caught in headlights?” She said, teasing him. “I, uh, heard Grey and her sisters having a conversation I don’t think I should’ve heard.” Jo tried to catch herself from laughing at him, having a solid idea of what they had been talking about by the look on Hayes’ face. “Do they know you heard them?” She responded. “I don’t know? Wilson, what do I do? I really should not have heard what they were talking about.” Hayes said in a slight panic.

“Man, were they talking about murdering you or something?” Jo asked, wondering why exactly Hayes was so panicked. “No, god no. They were talking about their sex lives and Grey mentioned that she was missing it, and Shepherd offered to introduce her to Henson. I may have fumbled my drink and caught their attention after that…” Hayes said bashfully.

“Dear god, Hayes.” Jo said with secondhand embarrassment for the man. “And now I can’t stop thinking about the possibility of her being with Henson, or the thought of what we'd do if I was alone with her right now…”

“Yeah, can’t help you with that one. Sorry pal.” Jo said, patting Hayes on the shoulder and walking back out of the lounge. “Yeah, today is bound to be an awkward day.” Hayes thought to himself as he quickly finished his coffee and headed up to the hospital room of their surgical patient.

And awkward that day was.

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