#i sent her the kermit day thing and said we missed it

[hoodharlow]

Can you write something where reader is close to his mom and sister and cal is very happy but then after a while he gets low key jealous bc you spend all your time with them and not him

AN: Thank your sending in your request. 💕 It's 4 in the morning, so this is hella unedited and messy. Anyways, a quick plot: you and Cal go to Sydney, and you've been ditching him to hang out with Joy and Mali. He just misses you and gets jealous that you're hanging with the Hood girls. Enjoy!

AN pt. 2: Sydney looks good on Calum

“Cali? Menso?” You poked his cheek in hopes that he’d wake up. He mumbled something incoherently and reached over for Duke instead. “You’re hopeless.” You rolled your eyes as you quickly scribbled that you were leaving with his mom and Mali on a Post-it. You placed it on his forehead, so it would be the first thing he sees when he wakes up.

You knew he wasn’t going to wake up before sunrise. Last night you both went out with his old friends and got back a few hours ago. Your sleep schedule is a mess. It’s been three days, but you’re still in LA time and haven’t gotten used to the time change. 

You grabbed one of his t-shirts and put on your black running shorts. 

Downstairs Joy was cutting some fruit for your hike. She had some cheese and deli meats in containers ready to go along with a small jug of water. 

“Good morning, Sunshine.” She smiled at me as she placed the fruit in a Tupperware container. 

“Good morning, do you need help with anything?” You offered. 

“No, I just needed to cut some fruit. Is Calum not coming with us?” She asked. Joy looked a bit disappointed.

“I tried waking him up, but he didn’t budge. It's fine. He needs his rest, him and the guys were gone for months touring before doing a few shows for the Jingle Ball. ” You were quick to reassure her.

“I’m back. Let’s get this show on the road.” Mali said walking through the backyard.

                                              🌴🌴🌴

“This is so pretty.” You said to yourself every 5 seconds.

You try to take pictures of every plant and flower that you see so you can show your mom when you  get back to LA. Y’all walked some more until you get to a river with a small waterfall. It reminded you of the waterfalls in Chiapas you and your cousins would go in whenever you would visit your family in Mexico. 

You record a quick video and caption it ‘wish you were here’ and sent it to Calum. He sees it within seconds, but doesn’t reply. You’ve sent him a few pictures of the three of you and some of yourself that Mali took for you. He hasn’t replied to a single one. He usually replies to your spams with a picture of Kermit with a bunch of hearts. 

You ate the food Joy had packed under a tree. You take a few more pictures of the waterfall. 

“Has Calum replied to your messages?” Mali asked. 

“No. He keeps leaving me on read.” You showed her your messages.

“Maybe they’re not going through? We are in the middle of nowhere.” She suggested.

“I guess.”

“Are you girls ready to leave? Traffic is about to start.” Joy said.

“Yeah. What about you, Sunshine?” Mali asked me.

“No, yeah. I’m good.” You said dusting off the dirt off your shorts. 

The hike back to where Mali parked was a pain. It was all uphill and the shade was gone. Thankfully she had parked close. Another positive was that there wasn’t any traffic driving back home.

When the three of you got back, Calum was in the living room watching ‘Brooklyn Nine-Nine’. Sydney finally got it together and put up season 6 on Netflix. You guys  were already caught up on all the seasons, but Cal really loved season 6. He thinks that Amy and Jake will have a kid next season.

“Hi, Cali.” You said walking over to him. You leaned down for a kiss on his lips, but he gave you his cheek. 

“Hey.” He grunted, not even looking at me.

You sat next to him, and you began telling him about the hike.“Oh my god, you should’ve been there this morn-” 

“I’m trying to watch this. Do you mind?” He cuts in. He crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Oh, sorry.” You mumbled and awkwardly scooted away from him. 

After a few minutes he gets up, and goes back to his room. You heard him tell Duke something, but couldn’t really understand. A few seconds later, Duke wandered down the stairs and nudged you to pick him up. You gave him a quick scratch before going upstairs. It’s one thing for him to be mad at you, but Duke is just an innocent bystander. Hell, you don’t even know why he’s all moody and upset. 'Okay don’t go off on him. Joy and Mali don’t need to hear y'all argue so soon, or at all. But that’s besides the point. You’re going to have a calm conversation with him.’ You reminded yourself as you went up the stairs.    

“What the fuck is your problem?” You blurted the second you walked into his room. You don’t even notice that you accidentally let the door slam. He’s laying in the middle of his bed with his arms crossed. 

“What are you going on about?” He snapped. As if he really didn’t notice that he’s letting out all of this negativity pour out of his pores.

“I’ve been here for half an hour, y ya andas de mulo.” You pointed out.

“Exactly, you’ve only been here half an hour.” He crossed his arms.

“I know. I just said that. I-”

“This whole trip I barely see you. You’re always gone. You’re either at the market with my mum or hanging out with Mali. This morning I wanted to take you out for breakfast, but no. I had a fucking Post It stuck on my forehead telling me that you were going out. I guess I just got jealous that you were always with them, and not me. I mean, I haven’t seen you these past few months because of the tour with the Chainsmokers, and you being in school all the time. Then in a few weeks you’re going back, and I’m going to leave because of promos and tour. I just wanted to spend time with you before our lives get hectic again.” He pouted quietly, embarrassed that he let his jealousy get the best of him. 

You stood there in silence, unsure what to answer. You just wanted him to relax and rest. You didn’t know that he missed you, missed you. 

“I’m sorry. I was worried that your mom wasn’t going to like me. And I know how important she is to you. You’ve told me that some of your exes clashed with your mom, so I just went everywhere with her in hopes that she’d warm up to me. And she did, I think.” You tell him. Walking over to him, you uncross his arms and straddled his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. Instinctively his arms went around yo. 

“Well if you must know, she does like you. You can stop hanging out with her and be with me.” Calum jokes. He pulled you closer and squeezed your hips. 

“You’re silly. But jokes aside, are we good?” You asked scratching his head. 

“Yeah. I love you." 

"And I love you.” You pecked his lips. “What if we go out for dinner later, solitos, and I can make it up to you.” You suggested in between kisses. 

“You can make up right how.” He held your head in place as he kissed you. Your kiss got more heated as the minutes passed. 

You were the one that pulled away the second you felt his hands unclasp your sports-bra.“We’re not doing anything sexual in your room. You still have your soccer trophies from when you were a kid.” 

“You’re no fun.” He playfully pouted again. 

“You know I can be, just not in your room.” You finger gunned him.

#calum hood #5sos #calum hood imagine #calum hood blurb #requested

[joealwyndaily]

Sometimes the best Christmas presents are the ones we don’t think we need; a new Christmas Carol, for instance. Indeed it may be indicative of a certain unappreciated vacancy around the Christmas tree that in discussing the BBC’s new version of the Dickens classic both its director and leading man refer back to The Muppet Christmas Carol made way back in 1992.

“I was sent the script,” admits Nick Murphy, best known for directing the Rebecca Hall ghost movie The Awakening, “and my first thought was, ‘For God’s sake! The Muppets! They nailed it. What’s the point?’ ”

Joe Alwyn, who plays Scrooge’s clerk Bob Cratchit in the BBC three-parter, has meanwhile posted a trailer on Instagram with the caption: “Hard to fill the shoes once worn by Kermit. But I tried.” The self-deprecation was quickly “hearted” by the singer Taylor Swift, who is the actor’s girlfriend and who will be watching the mini-series with Alwyn and his family in London in the final days before Christmas.

There is nothing wrong, of course, with The Muppet Christmas Carol. It is probably in most people’s top three adaptations of Dickens’s masterpiece (alongside, I would say, Alastair Sim’s 1951 version and Scrooged). Its endurance does suggest, however, that it may be time someone did something a bit more serious, a little darker and a touch more grown-up with a tale that excoriated Victorian neglect and associated Christmas with the relief of poverty for ever more.

And this is exactly what Nick Murphy has achieved with a bracingly fresh script by the Peaky Blinders creator Steven Knight. Guy Pearce’s Ebenezer Scrooge is still a “squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner”, but since Pearce is only 52, there is rather less of the old. At the end of the novel, Dickens wrote that “ever afterwards” — that is after Scrooge’s Very Bad Night — “it was always said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well”. That is rather more of an achievement when, as in this version, you may have 40 Christmases, rather than a couple, left to you.

Equally remade is Cratchit, who in Alwyn’s incarnation is far from the bashfully gulping frog thanking his master for granting him Christmas Day off before scampering back to Miss Piggy’s fleshy arms. Although Alwyn grew a rough beard for the part, his is also the best-looking Bob Cratchit you have seen. As the actor and I talk at the Picturehouse Central cinema in London, I find him as mesmerising off screen as on.

“Bob is trapped by Scrooge,” Alwyn says. “He’s abused by him. He’s not treated fairly. He’s there only because he has to be. He’s treated like shit.”

I’d say there’s a definite feeling in their shared scenes that Bob might just snap and hit Ebenezer over the head with a poker. “That was the intention. He’s at breaking point. He’s pushed right to his limits and Scrooge, I think, relishes winding him up. All Bob can do is hold his ground and fight back as much as he can — but he isn’t such a sap in this version.”

Scrooge and Cratchit’s relationship so much resembles an unhappy marriage that the niggling, bitter exchanges invented by Knight, with very little reference to Dickens’s dialogue, resemble Steptoe and Son rewritten by Strindberg. The easy contrast would have been with the Cratchits’ poor but happy marriage, but this too comes under scrutiny. There is an acknowledgment of the challenges a disabled child can bring to a household, and it is somehow emphasised by Tiny Tim being played by Lenny Rush, an extraordinary young actor, aged ten, who has a rare form of dwarfism called spondyloepiphyseal dysplasia congenita, the same condition as Warwick Davis.

“It really mattered to me that nobody was photo-fit,” Murphy says from a studio where he is dubbing the last episode. “Bob Cratchit is always a winsome, put-upon nice guy and the Cratchits themselves represent this idea of an ideal, working-class, lovely family. So we looked into their relationship on the page and there seems a genuine tension between Bob and his wife. Things are hard. It isn’t easy to have no money and a disabled child, and they lean on each other and they’re not straight with each other and there is a genuine antagonism between them.”

Knight has written into the narrative a family secret that connects the Cratchits to Scrooge. The secret belongs to Mrs Cratchit, played by Vinette Robinson, whose part is greatly expanded; indeed, the novella does not even grant her a first name, although the Muppets, and other adaptors, opted for Emily.

“Inevitably the secret begins to surface and cracks appear in the family,” Alwyn says. “Something has to happen. I think what Steven has done is take the story and drill deeper. He hasn’t taken too much liberty. It’s not bending the truth too much from what Dickens would have wanted. Or I hope not.”

Murphy insists that worthwhile adaptations of classic texts should be “edgy” and have “a good bite to them”. “If you absolutely don’t want any variation from the book then I strongly suggest you sit in a corner at Christmas and read it again. But if you want to see it used as a prism through which we can see a broader and slightly different subject explored, then this one’s for you.”

Alwyn’s performance is part of the iconoclasm. “Joe’s instinct as an actor is always to push away from the obvious and into ambiguity,” Murphy says. “He’s very quietly spoken. He’s not brash at all. He’s a gentle, intelligent guy, but he just simply wasn’t interested in fitting a Dickensian cliché.”

“I’ll take that,” Alwyn says when I pass on the compliment, having not considered his technique in such terms. He is 28 and would probably accept that he is best known for two facts: the first is that he is Taylor Swift’s boyfriend; the second that, aged 25 and with no professional acting experience, he won the title role in an Ang Lee movie.

He is from north London, the middle of three sons. Their father is the television documentary-maker Richard Alwyn, renowned for making The Shrine about the public reaction to Princess Diana’s death.

“He was away a bit,” Alwyn says. “He made quite a lot of films in Africa when I was growing up. He was often in Uganda, Rwanda at one point, South Sudan. So he’d come back with stories and artefacts from all over the place. He made a great documentary in Liverpool during the World Cup about two kids on an estate growing up there.”

His mother, Elizabeth, is a psychotherapist. So, I say, although his family were comfortably off and he was sent to the fee-paying City of London School, he knew something of other people’s lives?

“All different kinds of people, all different kinds of stories,” he says. “Obviously, she couldn’t share them with me in the same way that Dad could, but both their jobs take an interest in other people and are about how to empathise, understand, and listen to stories and tell stories. I suppose it’s not a million miles away from an actor’s job; listening to other people, understanding them, trying to tell stories.”

I ask about the contemporary political resonances of A Christmas Carol. I cite the wealth of certain members of his profession and of Swift’s. Only the other day I have read that she has a private jet so she can visit Alwyn on a whim. He promises me that 99.9 per cent of what the press write about them is false, and this is an example.

I ask if he finds it embarrassing.

“Find what embarrassing?”

The disparity between the amount some people earn and the wages of workers in, say, Amazon fulfilment centres.

“I saw something in The Guardian the other day, I think, saying that the top six richest people in the UK accumulate the same amount of wealth as the poorest 13 million. I think that was the figure,” he says.

And politics today?

“It’s bigger than Scrooge, but it’s the same thing amplified; not being able to see beyond yourself, building walls, cutting yourself off from other countries. If there was ever a story to counter that, featuring someone who epitomises that and then who remembers who he is as a human being, it is A Christmas Carol.”

Unlike the young Dickens, Alwyn was not a boy to stand on a table and sing and dance. As a child he auditioned to play Liam Neeson’s son in the Richard Curtis film Love Actually, but didn’t get it. He harboured ambitions to act, but pursued them only later at the University of Bristol, where he took plays up to the Edinburgh Fringe. One night he acted before an audience of one: the writer’s mother. Undeterred, he went on to the Royal Central School of Speech and Drama, joining the scramble at the end to find an agent. Weeks later, his new agent rang to say that Ang Lee was working on a new film, Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk, and wanted to see an audition tape.

“I got some mates to film me in a lunch break and then my dad filmed another scene, and we got a call that night saying, ‘He wants to meet you this weekend. He’s saying, we’re going to put you on a plane and take you out of school. Come for the weekend. Learn these scenes.’ ”

As Billy, a young US Marine fêted for killing an enemy assailant in Iraq, Alwyn was painfully believable; a virgin solider returning home to be exploited for an act that had devastated him. The film did not do well, mainly because it was shot at a hyper-reality frame rate that few cinemas had the technology to show, but Alwyn was on his way.

“Things only evolve by change and people taking risks,” he says. “And Ang Lee is someone who I admire for that. None of his films are the same. Maybe thematically they draw on the same things, but he’s always pushing the boundaries.”

The same can be said for A Christmas Carol and, even more, about Yorgos Lanthimos’s The Favourite, in which Alwyn appeared alongside Emma Stone and Olivia Colman. It applies less so to his other recent films, Mary Queen of Scots, Boy Erased and now Harriet, a faithful biopic about the slave liberator Harriet Tubman in which he played a slave owner’s son. What he has managed to do consistently is work and learn from some seriously good actresses — Colman, Stone, Saoirse Ronan and Cynthia Erivo. “I know. I am targeting them,” he jokes.

I tell him my daughters have insisted I ask if he minds Swift writing songs about him (whole albums, actually, but check out London Boy if you are in search of a little cringe). “No, not at all. No. It’s flattering.”

Does it matter to him that the press — it’s a bit metatextual this, I admit, for I’m probably doing the same thing — make it obvious that they are as interested in his girlfriend as they are in him? “I just don’t pay attention to what I don’t want to pay attention to,” he explains tolerantly. “I turn everything else down on a dial. I don’t have any interest in tabloids. I know what I want to do, and that’s this, and that’s what I am doing.”

The boyf, described only the other day as “mysterious” in one of those tabloids, is no mystery at all. He knows what he wants for Christmas, and it is the career he is already forging.

A Christmas Carol begins on BBC One at 9pm on Sunday

#joe alwyn #the times #taylor swift #interview #a christmas carol

[holdmekhh]

Take Off

Artist/Person : Jeon Jungkook

Group/Crew : BTS

Genre : Fluff/A little Angst/SMUT

Word Count : 6196

Request : No

A/N; I worked on this for a long time, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Leave comments and feedback, I really appreciate it. (Requests are also open, so send in what you guys want!)

A sigh fell from my lips as I tossed my head back, eyes squeezing shut as I clenched and unclenched my hands. I’d been studying for the past six hours, no breaks besides the bathroom and the one time four and a half hours ago where I’d gotten up to get a cup of coffee and toast. Now, the sun was completely gone and my stomach was full-on screaming at me and begging for food. Not only that, I hadn’t spoken to my best friend for the two and a half days. We lived on two different sides of the world, time differences clashed immensely, yet our bond was that I thought couldn’t be broken. We understood and respected each other in everything that the other did, at least I did anyway. So, of course, after explaining that I, in fact, could not clear enough of my schedule to go visit his country and finally meet him, after almost 3 years of virtual long-distance friendship, I thought that he’d understand. Especially due to the circumstances of needing to raise extra money for my next tuition payment and living expenses, as he’s an independent living college student, too. But, for some unknown reason, he snapped at me. Complaining about how frustrating it is to keep up our friendship because we can’t ever meet because of me. After he’d ranted, he stated that we should just stop talking and hung up. After trying to reach out to him for a day, calling and texting whenever I got the chance between classes, I gave up. It wasn’t my fault that he felt this way, it also wasn’t my fault that I had to work and survive. It wasn’t like he ever offered to come here or planned a way for us to meetup where it could be easy on both of us. Another sigh left my lips as I sat back straight and stared at my laptop. Finals were just a few days away and I needed to study, I needed to stay in the honors club to get the scholarship. I didn’t have time to dwell on anything other than passing my exams.

Walking out of my last class, a smile graced my lips as I started my way back home. Finals were done, and it was time to relax and watch Netflix with some takeout. But, of course, what were friends for if they didn’t ruin your plans of a date with yourself with an idea as dumb as a party. “Nope. I’m tired of being around people. I just wanna rest for at least a week before partying.” I grumbled, rolling my eyes at the whine that left the girl next to me. “Come on!” She whined, “Why are you always at home? Stop being antisocial and let loose.” I groaned, shaking my head. I didn’t like being around a lot of people, especially at once. I also didn’t enjoy talking to many people, it made me uncomfortable. But, of course, I just had to befriend an overly extroverted girl. I inwardly groaned as she grabbed my hand and continued her whining. “Okay, fine! Just get off.” I caved, rolling my eyes as I watched her dance happily. “I’m only staying for as long as I can take.” A roll of her eyes was my response because she knew that meant that I would probably only stay for a solid hour before making a break to the comfort of my own home, but she also knew that that condition was the only way she’d get me to go even remotely close to whatever party she was planning on forcing me to.

It hadn’t even been a full half hour and I was already done, ready to go home. The heels on my feet were starting to hurt and the thigh high, bodycon dress was attracting too much unwanted attention for me to feel even remotely comfortable. It was boring and too loud. Like all parties. I’d lost my friend in the crowd a good five minutes post arriving, and I was over it. Why come to a party to be alone and unhappy when I could be at home to be alone while I happily eat takeout? So, I left with a simple text sent to her to let her know I was going to be home and to call if she needed me. Pulling my keys from my crossbody bag, I got in my car and took my ass home, picking up enough take out to last me a few days of kermitting away my life for a few days. I wasn’t expecting a call for another few hours, but when I looked at the screen of my phone, I got an even bigger shock. “What’s he calling for?” I muttered, glancing away from the road for a second to quickly grab the vibrating device. “Hello?” I rose an eyebrow, as if he could see me. “Y/N, hey, babydoll.” The rasp and slur of his voice made me roll my eyes. “Why are you calling me, Jungkook?” The irritation in my voice was obvious, thickly wrapping itself into the drawl of my words. “I just wanted to talk. What, am I not able to call my beautiful best friend?” He questions, a smile evident in his teasing tone. “Actually, no, you aren’t. Because I recall, the last time we spoke you stating to not wanting to continue, and I quote, “whatever kind irrelevant bullshit we have going on”. So, no, you can’t call your ‘best friend’ go deal with your relevant friendships.” I hissed, venom pouring from every single word that left my glossed lips before I hung up. I felt my heart clench as I dropped my phone back into the cup holder, but I ignored it. I wasn’t going to let him think that he could treat anyway that he wanted. But, another series of vibrations began, and I swiped without much thought until I heard his whiny words. “Show me your face. I want to see your face so I can apologize properly.” He muttered, trailing off in a soft mumble of Korean that I didn’t completely understand. Furrowing my eyebrows, I moved the phone sit in my free left hand as I drove with right. Glancing to the screen for a split second, I found a frowning Jungkook facing the screen. His hair was messy, like he’d just woke up, and his upper was covered with a basic black t-shirt. “Oh, you look gorgeous. Did you go somewhere? Your makeup’s done super pretty.” He grinned, leaning closer as I rolled my eyes. “I went to a party.” “A party? But you hate being around a lot of people?” Sighing, I glanced at the screen again, only to see that he’d moved closer and let her face twist in confusion. “What did you want, Jungkook? I’m driving.” I grumbled, slowing a red light before making a right onto my street. “Oh, shit! I didn’t know. Um...call me when you get home? It’s important, but not enough to have you risking your life.” I nodded, not focusing much on the call, only simply tossing my phone back into the cup holder when I heard the facetime end.

Making my way into my apartment, I set some of the food on the living room table and put the rest away before making my way to my room. It was like I was on autopilot, because as soon as I entered to room, I propped the phone against my vanity mirror and called him as I sat down to undo my earlier works. When he answered, I had just tied my hair up and was taking off my accessories. “Wow, you look gorgeous.” Looking to him on the screen, I rolled my eyes. “What did you want to talk to me about?” I spoke, voice void of emotion as I started to wipe my face of the heavier makeup that’s covering it. A soft sigh leaves him before it goes silent, causing me to look to him as he downs a bottle of water. “I want to be as awake as I can,” he breaths as he pulls away the empty bottle. Nodding, I go back to what I was doing before another sigh breaks through. “Okay, so...I wanted to say sorry for how I spoke to you the other day. I know it’s no excuse, but I’ve been stressed, okay? Everything had been going wrong for the past couple of weeks, and I was studying for exams. I know how much you have to work to survive and how difficult you have it, and... I don’t know, I’m just sorry. Really, really sorry. I missed you so fucking much over the past few days, like it almost physically hurt. It was like arguing with my soulmate, seriously.” He ranted, sincerity heavy in his tone. Looking down, I smiled softly as I found him staring at the screen, nervously nibbling at his bottom lip. “I know...It just hurt a lot, you know. It sounded extremely genuine when you were ranting, you’d even raised your voice. But, then you said that you were doubting our friendship...and called it irrelevant bullshit...I don’t know, it was like a literally felt my heart break at that.” I muttered, looking back at my reflection to avoid looking at him. Wiping away the rest of my visible makeup, I stood and went to my dresser. Pulling out a pair of pajama shorts and a crop top, I slipped off my dress. My back was to the phone, the only thing of my body being viewable being my lace underwear clad bottom and bare back. “Oh! I was thinking, Y/N, that I cou-” at his pause, I turned and looked over my shoulder after slipping on the shirt. “Yeah?” Slipping into the shorts, I turned and went back to grab my phone and take it to the bathroom. “Um...I, uh...I was thinking that I could, uh, maybe go and visit you...instead of you coming here.” Looking to him with wide, I tilted my head as I set the phone down against some of the jars that adorned the counter tops. “Why?” “Because, you’re busy with things there, while I have nothing to do. I don’t work a regular job, all my income comes from selling stuff online and vlogging so I’d get paid for posting about my trip, and I really want to meet you in person. I wasn’t joking about wanting to squeeze your ass myself.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair as he watched me wash my face.

I was sitting at my couch leaned back, laptop on my coffee table and Jungkook’s face wide on the screen. We’d both switched over from our phones a while ago, choosing to eat together. “I’m serious! Out of all of your friends you’ve showed me, I would most likely get with you! Like, they’re cute, but I think you’re better looking, Jungkook.” I laughed, watching as he ran a hand through his hair. “Well, thank you. I appreciate it. Usually people say that Yugyeom or Jaehyun are the better-looking ones.” I shook my head, “Just stating my opinion.”

It was hours later, having switched to a phone call as I laid in my bed. Jungkook sitting at his desk. Stretching softly, a soft moan past through my lips with a whimper following right after as I settled back in my spot. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his side of the line going dead silent and still, even his keyboard smashing halted. “Y/N... what the hell was that?” He grumbled, voice sounding as though his jaw was clenched. “I stretched. Why?” I muttered softly, shut eyes snapping open when he let out a deep groan. “You can’t make sounds like that and then act innocent, Y/N. I’m still a dude who’s attracted to you, no matter how far in the friendzone I know I am.” He grunted, running a hand through his hair with a hair. “What soun-oh! I’m sorry...I didn’t know it sounded like that...wait-did that turn you on?” I laughed teasingly, only for him to hum in confirmation. At that, a shiver ran down my spine, a soft tingle hitting between my legs. “How turned on are you?” I asked softly, wide awake now. “Y/N what are you doing?” He groans, his breathing picking up in the slightest. “Asking a question...I just want to know how turned on it got you, Kookie...” A smirk graced my lips as his barely audible whine, the tingle hitting my center again. “Shit...um...I’m getting hard with you talking like this, Y/N.” His voice was rough, deepening from its normal base. A whimper left my lips at that as I turned to lay on my back. “Shit...um...fuck.” He seemed to be starting to panic. “Kookie...please…” I huffed out, a soft whine leaving me as I ran my hand over my chest. The sexual tension had been there for a while, slowly thickening over time. We’d make comments at one another, innuendos and double-sided statements. It was just a matter of time before one of us broke, and thank god it was by him and, obviously, it was very welcomed. “What is it, baby?” He groaned, a slight chuckle slipping into the end. A soft moan left my lips as I ran my hand down my body and slipped into my shorts. Pressing against my bundle of nerves through my panties, I whined loudly, eyes rolling back. “K-Kook...I’m so wet,” the groan that left him made me whine, pressing harder at the sensitive bud. “Shit...are your hands in your panties, princess?” He rasped. “N-no.” “Take off your shorts and panties for me.” He stated, causing me to quickly discard the clothing. “Okay.” “Good girl. Okay, put me on speaker, tell me when you do.” “Okay, I did.” “Good. Now, gently rub your nipples, baby. Get them all nice and hard for me.” I soft moan left my lips as I slipped my hands under my shirt and began circling them gently, my left-hand tweaking at the small barbell that was attached to my left nipple. “Oh, baby, you sound so pretty for me. Are they hard?” A pleasure filled hum was his answer, but that caused him to tut at me. “Tsk, tsk. Baby, use your words. You’re a big girl.” He stated, making me silently moan. “Y-yes. They’re so, so hard.” A grunt came from the phone, before he grumbled a swear. “Now, touch yourself for me, princess.” Slowly, I dragged my hand down my body and back to my center. Gently running my middle finger up and down slit, from my entrance to my bundle of nerves and back down, a moan tumbled from lips without warning. “How wet are you?” “S-so wet, baby.” “Could you slip in a finger for me, baby?” Nodding, I let out a soft whine-like hum before slowly slipping my middle finger into my entrance, a moan leaving me as I pushed it in, silently thanking the lord to not having my usual long nails. Thrusting my finger into myself, I whine at the feeling. “Such pretty sounds, all for me…. shit, slip in another one, princess.” Gently slipping in my ring finger, my back arches off the bed as I thrust deep.  The friction against my walls has me keening, eyes rolling shut as I moan loudly. “Speed up.” Obeying, I speed up my thrusts, whines and whimpers starting to slip into the moans. The faint wet sound coming from the phone, accompanied by his grunts and soft moans, let me realize how effected he really was. “Baby, are you touching yourself?” I breathed, voice rasped and seductive. “Yeah. You made me so hard, princess.” He moaned, making me speed up. I felt the tension tugging at my abdomen, pleasure coursing through my body. “I’m so close...so, so close.” I hissed, pressing up in search my g-spot, but I couldn’t find it. “Rub your clit, baby.” Using my left hand, I pressed down my middle finger against the sensitive nub and gently rubbing it. My moans had rose in pitch slightly, back arching off of the mattress as I felt my high approaching. “Go faster. Make yourself cum, princess.” He rasped, my fingers speeding up and sending me over the edge with a high-pitched scream-like moan. “Oh shit, I’m so close.” He moaned, the squelching of his jerking getting faster and louder. “Rub your palm over the head, do it fast and the jerk yourself while squeezing the tip whenever you get to the top.” I instructed, listening as his moans and whines increase, in volume and occurrence. “Shit!” A loud moan come from the speaker, before it went silent, save our heavy breathing.

“That was good.” He finally spoke, making me chuckle sleepily. “Oh shit, what time is it?” he grumbled, chuckling as I slurred the time of 1:30AM. “Get some sleep, baby. I’ll call you when you wake up.” “Okay...talk to you later.”

 Waking up with a groan, I sat up and sighed. I’d fallen asleep without cleaning myself off and now I felt icky. Sighing, I sat up and started towards the bathroom. Taking quick, hot shower and washing my hair, I stepped out and dried myself off. Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I eyed my neck. My mind wandering off into thought of how the skin would look marked with dark love bites. A shiver moved down my spine as I sighed, turning and walking out of the bathroom. Reaching my bed, I grabbed my phone and hit Jungkook’s number to facetime him. Setting it up against my vanity mirror, as I grabbed underwear from the dresser. Moving towards my closet, and grabbing a pair of blue skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt before quickly getting dressed. “Y/N?” I heard his familiar voice call out, making me turn my head towards the vanity. A smile graced my lips as I strutted over to the phone. “Hey there, Kookie.” The clench of his jaw made me chuckle softly, “Stop that…” He grumbled, glancing up above his phone. “Stop what?” Feigning innocence, I smirked and uncovered my hair. My curls fell over my shoulders, their spirals heavy with moisture. “You know what…” He grunted, running a hand through his hair as he looked back to the screen. “Damn, your hair looks so pretty. I wonder how pretty it’d be with my fingers in it while you choke on my di-” A gasp left my lips as I watched him smirk at me. “Stop! Aren’t your friends around?” A shrug of his shoulders made me shake my head, starting to do my hair.

My hair had been done for a while now, falling flat on my back and over my shoulders. I’d done my makeup, ignoring Jungkook’s suggestions of going heavy and sticking to my usual natural look. “I can’t wait to see you in person. I bet you look even more flawless in real life.” Chuckling shyly at his words, I shook my head and pulled off my headband. “Are you doing anything tonight?” I asked softly, ignoring the fact the sun was high up in the sky where I was due to it only just hitting noon. “I don’t know… I ordered my tickets this morning, while you were sleeping, so I’m going in like a week. So, that’s off my list. Honestly, it’s whatever the guys want to do because I really just want to stay home and talk to you, or watch t.v with takeout and some soju.” I laughed softly as he ran a hand down his face. “Awwe, you like talking to me?” My tone was teasing, almost mocking. “Obviously, if I didn’t I wouldn’t have been friends with you for so long.” His chuckle made me smile. “Keep talking like that and I’ll deny you access to my apartment when you get here.” “So you’re just gonna have me on the streets?” Nodding, I laughed as he rolled his eyes. Looking up over his phone, the sound of one of his friends speaking has him nodding in response. My eyes traced his neck and jawline, falling to his covered chest and eyeing his shirt. He’d changed since before, having switched to a simple black button-down shirt. A sigh left his lips as he looked back to me and smiled. “They want to go to some party.” He grunted, nodding at something his friend said before standing. “What’re you wearing? I wanna see.” I chuckled as he rose an eyebrow teasingly and smirked. Then the screen flipped and I saw his thighs and lower. I watched as his feet shuffled, passing by multiple other sets of feet before he stopped and lifted his phone up. The reflection of his form made me chuckle, eyeing him. His legs and thick thighs were hugged hugged by a pair of black, knee-ripped skinny jeans, shirt tucked into the waistband of his pants and black belt pulling it together. “I don’t know which shoes to wear yet, but Yugyeom keeps suggesting a pair of dress shoes but I don’t know.” “Doc Martins, for sure.” The chuckle and nod that came from him as he turned the camera back to himself. “You’re so cute...okay, I’ll call you later.” “Okay, baby. Text me when you get home.” The smirk that pulled at his lips made me chuckle. “Alright, I will. Talk to you later, babygirl.”

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 A week later, I was driving to the airport to pick him up. Music was blasting as I rushed down the highway, lips moving on their own accord as they sang along to the track playing. But it stopped, making my head snap to my phone. A loud ringing replaced to the previous music, glancing to the phone again, I chuckled. Hitting the phone button on my steering wheel, I muttered a greeting as I turned off of the highway. “Where are you? I just got off the plane.” An excited smile pulled at my lips as I drove through the airport parking lot towards a parking space. “I’m almost there, just looking for a parking spot. What’s your gate again?” I quickly asked as I spotted a space.

Rushing through the bodies of people, my eyes jumped around frantically in search of the familiar boy. When my eyes finally landed on him, I froze in place. He was simply standing against one of the walls while looking at his phone, yet he looked so perfect. I guess he felt my eyes because he looked up and around before finding my still frozen form. The smile that graced his lips made me feel fuzzy inside, heat forming in my stomach and rising up to my ears. I watched as he put his phone away and grabbed his luggage before making his way to me. I wanted to move, really, but I couldn’t. My legs felt like jelly, yet they were pasted to the floor like a statue. My nerves were going crazy, but I couldn’t move to shake them off. Until he reached me. “Y/N,” he breathed, a smile pulling at his lips in way that made my stomach flip. “J-Jungkook... “ My voice was a whisper, but that was all it took for him to wrap his arms around my smaller form. “Oh you’re so much smaller than I thought.” He grumbled, pushing his face in my hair as I slowly wrapped my arms around him.

We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other and taking in the others presence. Finally, I pulled away slightly and looked up at him. “Hey,” I breathed. A smile spread onto his face again as he straightened up, “Hey.”

Walking to the car was deemed one of the most nerve wrecking times of my life. Why I was nervous? I don’t know, but I was.”There it is.” My voice was soft as I pointed and clicked my car unlocked. When we reached it, I helped him put in his luggage before getting in. “Seatbelt. I just got you here, don’t want you to go too soon.” I chuckled, looking to him as I clicked the belt into place. He was watching me as I did mine, making me blush and turn forward as I started the car. “I hope your as good at driving as you always claim.” A roll of my eyes is what him chuckle before I turned on the car, making him rush to buckle himself up.

As we walked into my apartment, him setting his luggage in the living room and me locking the door, I led him to my room. “So, you can share my room with me, because my apartment doesn’t have an extra one.” I wasn’t facing him, but I could feel his eyes on me. “No worries. Even if you did, I’d be in here every night.” He muttered, coming up behind me for a backhug. A giggle left my lips as he squeezed me in his arms, dipping his head down to gently kiss my jaw. “Damn you’re small.” Looking back and up at him, I pouted angrily, moving to get out of his hold before making my way out and to the kitchen. “Oh, does Princess not like being call small?” He teased, following and leaning against the counter. “No, I don’t. Because I’m almost average height, you’re just too tall.” His laugh was loud and hearty, making me smile at the sound. “Baby, look at me.” I turned, eyebrows raised in question as I made eye contact with him. I wasn’t expecting him to rush over and connect his lips with mine, but I didn’t reject him. My arms wrapped around his neck, hands locking in his hair, as he spread his hands over my butt, kneading it gently. Feeling him pull away, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He grumbled, dipping back down to place a few pecks on my lips and jaw. “I have to make food, Kookie.” A grunt came him as he gripped my butt, yanking my closer as he moved down to my neck. “Seriously...shit-I need to cook.” “Get takeout, I want you right now.” He rasped out as he nipped at my neck and moving up to reconnect our lips. “Wanna hear those sweet sounds in person.” He muttered against my lips with a smirk as I whined, breathing through my nose as he pressed his lips to mine. Moving his hands down to my thighs, he easily lifted me and went to sit on the couch.

Moans were falling from my lips in breathy, high-pitched squeaks as he rocked up into me. My hands clutching each other as he held my wrists together, keeping me from touching him and running my nails over his tanned skin. “Look at you, sounding so pretty for me.” He leaned forward and connected our lips, halting his thrusts as he licked in my mouth. “I wanna touch you, please..” I whimpered when he pulled back. “But you look so pretty like this, baby. Submitting so nicely for me.” He smiled, leaning back again and resuming his powerful thrusts. “Please…. Daddy.” I whined, head having fell forward and my mind scattered. “Shit, princess.” He pulled me to his chest as he let go of my wrists, hands going to my butt and using it to quicken his thrusts, making them even more powerful. “Call me that again, baby.” “Daddy.” I whimpered loudly, hands gripping at his biceps. Lifting my mouth to his neck, I latched on, sucking gently. “I’m so close.” The whine left my bruised lips in a breathy hush, forehead falling onto his shoulder. “I know, I can feel you tightening around me.” He hissed, one of his arms wrapping around my waist and hand gripping my ass harder, speeding up his thrusts. “Hold it for me. Can you do that for me, Princess?” I nodded weakly, whimpering as I pushed my face deeper into the crevice of his neck. “Good, good. Not for too much longer, okay? Just a few more minutes.” Nodding again, I gripped his biceps harder and lifted my head, connecting my lips to his in a rushed kiss. “I can’t hold it...Baby, I-I..I’m so close.” I hissed as he moved his hand around to press against my clit. “Come on, baby, I know you can.” He cooed, rubbing quickly at my bundle of nerves. My tensed, toes curling as high pitched moans left me in quick breaths. The knot in my abdomen snapped, a burst of white exploded behind my closed eyelids as my head fell forward against his chest. He was still thrusting harshly, fingers digging into my hips with his hard grip on my skin. “Shit…” He grunted before his hips stuttered and he went stiff, moans falling from his lips in rough, raspy whines and grunts.

We were sitting like that for a while, his cum dripping past his member and down my thighs. He was still in me, softened and limp, but neither one of us had the energy to move and clean up. “You wanna order food?” He finally muttered, peeling open his eyes just enough to catch me looking at him. I gave a gentle nod, chuckling as he grunted while reaching for his cell phone. “What kind?” “Pizza.” I sat up from against his chest, smiling as his hand gently grabbed my waist, running his thumb over the forming bruises. Watching as he dialed the number to the pizza shop, placing the device to his ear, I slowly started to rock back and forth against him. He narrowed his eyes at me, making me smile innocently as I continued my movements. His hand on my hip tightened, urging me to stop, but I ignored it and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Stop-Hi, I would like to place an order.” He spoke casually, as if nothing was happening. As if he was getting erect in me, watching me ride him as slow as I could. As he placed the order, he stayed calm and collected, letting me rock against him and trace his defined features. When he hung up, he placed his other hand in hair and gently pulled me to him for an even softer kiss. “You couldn’t wait until I was done?” He breathed gently as he pulled away from me,  looking into my eyes. I shook my head gently, smiling as he grabbed my hips and sped up the pace slightly. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” There was such genuine love in his voice, it made my heart swell and stomach tingle with butterflies. “I love you.” I muttered softly, closing my eyes as the words left my lips. I was scared to see the horror in his face, because sure he liked me- he’d stated on many occasions that he found me attractive and sexually appealing- but never has he ever said anything about us having more than what we already have. He’d even stated at one point that he wasn’t a relationship kind of guy, hated them because they made him feel like needed to be something that he wasn’t. I wasn’t expected for him to kiss me, holding my face in his palms. When he pulled away, I slowly opened my eyes to find him staring at me with a bright, bunny smile. “Shit, I didn’t expect you say it first. It was literally right on my tongue when you’d said it.” I stared at him in awe, a smile slowly creeping its way onto my face. I started rocking my hips against, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands were resting on my waist, running them up and down my sides as he watched where connected. “So, you’re mine now?” I asked softly, running my lips over his in a feather light touch. “I’ve been yours a long time, baby. You’re the first girl that I’ve touched in almost two years, the only one I’ve been beating off to.” His chuckle made it to be taken lightly, as a joke, but I knew he wasn’t with that glint in his eyes. But, I didn’t mind, I found it hot that he imagined me doing whatever to or for him to get off. “What did you imagine me doing when you touched yourself?” I moaned softly, swirling my hips and pressing gentle kisses to his jaw. A groan left him at my words, his hips bucking up into me with a grunt. “I imagined what you would let me do to you...and-fuck, and you sucking me off with that pretty mouth of yours.” I held in a whimper, feeling his grip on my waist tighten. “And what would you do to me, if I let you?” The growl that emitted from him was almost animalistic as he started to thrust into me and match mine. “I’d fuck you lifeless. Tie you up, and use you how I please. Oh yeah, you loud the sound of that, baby? You want me make you cum until you begging me to stop? Fuck you until you can’t feel your legs? Oh, I’d love to mark from top to bottom. Make sure everyone knows your Daddy’s little girl. Only I can touch you, right Princess? Only Daddy can make you cum the way you do?” His thrust had progressively gotten rougher, faster as he’s moved his hand to grab onto my ass, spreading it as he’d fucked into me rapidly. I felt my high getting closer, the knot in my abdomen tightening to its limit, but I wasn’t going to cum. Not until he told me to. “Shit, you’re so tight.” He grunted, lifting a hand and harshly dropping it back down with a sharp smack, making me whimper into his neck. “You close, baby? Hm? You wanna cum?” I nodded, another whimper coming from my lips as I nosed at his throat. “Please...Kookie.” “Be a good girl and cum for me, Princess.” The feeling of my orgasm hit me full force, my eyes rolling back and my toes curling. My lips parted in a silent moan, his name slowly starting to emit from me in shaky breaths. He’d kept going, during and after my orgasm, speeding up his thrusts. My face twisted in a cringe, hisses seeping through my teeth at the pain of overstimulation so soon, but he was muttering soft apologies. Moans falling from his lips as he left messy kisses on my lips and ran his hands up to wrap his arms around my torso. “I’m so close.” His voice was soft, almost whiny, making me smile softly. Moving a hand down from his neck, I gently ran a finger over his nipple, his body reacting immediately with a moan. I started pinching and pulling, leaning down to suck and nip at his nipples, and everytime I felt him twitch inside me. “Come on, Kookie, cum for me, baby.” I muttered against his lips, a whine left his lips as he connected ours and thrusted a few more times, hips stuttering before he stilled. Moans and whines were slipping from him, my mouth swallowing every one of them. Finally, after he calmed down, his dick starting to soften in me, I pulled away to look at him with hooded eyes.

We’d cleaned up after the pizza came, forcing us to be apart for a while, after showering together, to get dressed. We were sitting on the living room floor, slices of pizza in our hands as I watched him edit his video of his arrival here. “I didn’t even, know you were filming.” I chuckled, finishing off my slice and leaning into him. “I think you were too nervous to notice anything other than me.” He stated, glancing down at me with a teasing smile and laughing when I nodded in confirmation. “You know, I’ve watched your videos.” The pause of his hand movement on his laptop made me look up. He was staring at me with interest, a small quirk in his eyebrow and a smirk on his lips. “Did you like seeing my face that much?” He teased, causing me to roll my eyes. “Actually, I watched them because you’re friends are hot as fuck.” Watching him freeze, face falling serious before he placed his slice back in the box. “What?” I quickly stood and made way for my bedroom, giggles falling from my lips. But, of course, with those long, strong legs, he caught me. Lifting me up, a loud laugh left my lips, he took me in the room and threw me on the bed. “Wanna repeat what you said?” A teasing smile pulled at my lips as I leaned up and brushed my lips against his, placing gentle pecks against them. “You’re friends are hot as fuck.” I breathed against them, smiling when he growled. He yanked at my ankles, making me fall back and pulled me to the edge of the bed. This was gonna be a long month.

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[jackalopejess]

To my Tumblr followers,

The following letter is being posted here for hosting purposes, as this is my only publicly maintained blog that people can easily visit. In truth, it has nothing at all to do with most of you. You may read it, if you wish, or disregard it. It recounts a big change in my life that happened following the death of a close friend.

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Hello,

My name is Jess Hillard, I am 26 years old (27 in February), and I was a very close friend of the late Richard Concepcion. Some of you know my name, some may not, but if you’ve followed Rapid T. Rabbit & Friends within the past seven years, you’ve seen my work. I illustrated many graphics used in episodes of the show, crafted an updated puppet, and rebuilt the Rapid T. Rabbit mascot suit (with the exception of the vest, another friend made that). This is my first public statement since Richard’s death, as like many of you, I have needed time and space to grieve, and think about things. If you were a friend or fan of Richard’s, I kindly ask that you take some time to fully read this letter. I know it’s long, and I’m not the most eloquent writer there is, but it’s still extremely important that this be read, as it contains information about something Richard wanted me to do after he died. I’m very sad that he’s gone, but I can’t change that, and now it’s time for me to do what I need to do. Please allow me to better introduce myself by starting at our beginning:

Richard and I met in February of 2010 when I invited him to my 19th birthday party at a Chuck E. Cheese’s here in Delaware. An unplanned trip to a CEC the summer before had sparked my interest in the animatronics and merchandise, so much that I decided to host my birthday party there with my furry friends. During that time I joined the Showbiz Pizza fan forum in search of others fans who held my same interests. While browsing I happened upon a user called ‘RapidTRabbit,’ a name I recognized from my time in the furry fandom. He produced a puppet show that had been around for a long time. Although I hadn’t watched too many episodes, I found the show to be extremely charming and endearing, and thought it would be cool to meet the person who created it, especially if he was a Chuck E. Cheese fan too. I had never spoken to him prior, and I didn’t know any other furry who knew him. Still, I sent him a message through the Showbiz forum, introducing myself as a furry fan, telling him I had a CEC birthday coming up and I invited him to join me. As I’m sure you’d expect, he accepted my invitation and came down. Via train, of course. And we had a great time that day. Most people would generally have considered a 19-year-old girl inviting a 52-year-old man she doesn’t know from the internet to her birthday party at a Chuck E. Cheese’s to not be a very bright idea. But for me, it ended up being one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life. Absolutely.

In the months and years following that first meeting, I offered any creative services I could to Richard, hoping to aid in the production of Rapid T. Rabbit & Friends and keep it going forward. At the time, and to this day, I found it incredible that he produced his show on his own, since 1983, and had kept it going consistently for all these years. Watching the show, I can recall enjoying it’s genuine simplicity and friendly humor. It made me happy. And I could tell that Richard was someone with a lot of creative passion and ambition, just like me. His show was the kind of project I wanted to be a part of. With Richard’s help, I learned navigate buses and trains and traveled up to New York City regularly to work with him. In early 2011, I rebuilt the Rapid T. Rabbit mascot suit, crafting a new body and adding new fur to the original fiberglass head, and maintained the suit throughout the years. I never charged Richard anything for it. I did it because I thought a man as dedicated as he was deserved to have a nice looking costume. Richard and I made many RTR appearances together, like the OCNJ Doo Dah Parade, the Mermaid Parade in Coney Island, or Puppet Day at the Intrepid Sea, Air and Space Museum in New York Harbor. And when there were no appearances to attend or episodes to record, we spent a lot of time together as friends, going to restaurants, walking through parks, seeing shows and riding carousels.

Richard introduced me to so many places and things about New York City that I’ve grown to love. More than I could ever list. Red Bowl Noodle Shop in Flushing was our favorite place to have dinner together. On longer trips, he welcomed me into his home, small and crowded as it was, and gave me a place to lay down, watch some cartoons and talk about things we both enjoyed. We had a lot of adventures outside of the city, too. I can the remember the thrill and excitement of riding the classic Derby Racer together at Rye Playland in Westchester County. We once traveled to Salem, MA for the 10th and final iteration of Cheesevention, the Chuck E. Cheese/Showbiz pizza fan convention. Some years he’d come down from New York and spend Christmas time with me, and we’d swap gifts, go out for dinner and see each of The Hobbit trilogy films in theaters each year as they came out. I can remember riding the Muppet carousel getting our photo taken with Big Bird at Sesame Place, and I can remember him taking me to the real set of Sesame Street in Kaufman Astoria Studios to introduce me to the “real” Big Bird, his friend Caroll Spinney. One year, we both stood on the boardwalk during Ocean City, NJ’s First Night celebration, watching fireworks go off in the midnight sky as we rang in a new year, promising each other to make it even better than the last. He even took me with him on one of his birthday trips to Disney World because I told him that growing up I’d never had a chance to go. He was a fantastic friend. I truly, genuinely enjoyed his company, and I feel like he really enjoyed mine too.

I’ve thought about Richard a lot since he died. At least once per day. I think about the kind of person he was, the moments we shared together, the things we did and said. The last time I saw him was in June, when he and a friend came down to my house to pick up some of his Care Bear costumes. It was the same as every other visit. He brought me a gift, a Disney Store plush of Bing Bong from Inside Out, because he remembered just how much I love that movie. We talked about the same things we always did. He taught me something I didn’t know about old technology, specifically the Sony Trinitron television set. We talked a bit about the next steps of producing the new Rapid T. Rabbit show we’d been developing for a few years. He took a ride on Butterbean, my toy spring horse. I told him I’d try to visit NYC soon to buy fabric, that we’d go eat at Red Bowl Noodle Shop again. We gave each other our usual big hug, I said I’d see him again soon, and he went home. The day before he died, he texted me photos of a Fix-It Felix arcade cabinet that he found at a barcade while on vacation in Oregon. He remembered how much fun I had playing that game when we found it at Disney Quest, and wanted to remind me of it.

That’s the sort of thing Richard did. He remembered things that people liked, and then he’d share things or do things to make them smile; he would bring them the same kind of happiness that he had. And I miss that happiness. I’m sad that it’s gone from this world. Richard was, without question, the most kind, happy, caring, and selfless person I have ever met in my life so far. He was special to me. Richard is the first person close to me to die, and I cry when I think that I will never, ever get to see him again. I don’t cry as much as I did in August and September, but I do still cry sometimes, and there’s a certain emptiness in my heart that hurts every now and then.  But I’m learning to be okay and move on. Bit by bit, every day. I know that coping with a loss is different for everyone, but for me specifically, a big part of moving on means accepting the responsibility of fulfilling Richard’s final wish for Rapid T. Rabbit. I don’t know if he ever wrote it down, or if he ever told it to anyone else. But now, after some time, I’m ready to tell it to all of you.

Sometime in early 2012 I took a trip to NYC to see Richard. I don’t recall every detail of this specific visit, as there were so many, but I remember when this one took place because it wasn’t long after his father passed away that January. We were in his apartment, having a conversation about end of life affairs. One of his brothers had recently sent him a Word document template for a will and instructed him to fill in. I agreed with that idea, because you never know when you’re going to go, and having a will written makes things legally easier for those left behind to take care of your things. Richard told me that he’d already thought about this sort of thing, like who would want to have Care Bear mascot costumes, and who he’d give his rocking horses to. It was a weird conversation to have, but worth having, because we’re all going to go one day. He told me the names of a few friends he’d wanted to write in, and then he said that he asked if I was willing to be one of them. He wanted to give me Rapid T. Rabbit. And I can remember feeling.. sort of humbled in that moment. I listened.

He said that he wanted to leave me the original episode library recorded on hundreds of U-matic tapes, his editing system, the puppets, the costume, production logs, and all other show assets, so that I might preserve the show he had made and continue it in some form after he died. He said I’d need to find someone to perform the mascot costume, and I’d likely need a person who was able to imitate his voice. And I can remember him smiling and chuckling as he talked. Richard told me that Rapid T. Rabbit was his life’s work, his Kermit the Frog. He said, and I quote, “I want the character to outlive me.” I looked to him and said that I would. I promised. And he smiled and thanked me. To this day, I don’t know exactly what made him decide to choose me to be his successor. I never thought to ask. But still, I understood that for the first time in my life, I had granted a dying wish; I knew that one day I would be responsible to producing Rapid. T Rabbit, and that it would be a life commitment. But I thought that would be maybe fiteen years from now. I did not expect it to be only five. I don’t think any of us did. But things happen, and Richard’s gone now. He is at peace. And now I have to keep my promise.

Richard never finished writing his will, as far as I know. Maybe it’s a partially-filled Word document sitting on a hard drive somewhere. He had a tendency to procrastinate with things like that, and I never pressed him to finish it because I didn’t think to. I didn’t think he was dying. So as such, I wasn’t given any of his Rapid T. Rabbit-related assets and possessions. But that’s okay. I don’t need them to keep RTR alive, or to finish the new show we had started producing together. In addition, a great deal of Rapid T. Rabbit & Friends episodes and other resources are already online, so I can further archive them myself from there. And as you can see, I also have one of the original Rapid T. Rabbit puppets. In September, around Richard’s birthday, I remembered that I had the puppet, disassembled, in my fursuit workshop. Richard left it with me many years ago for refurbishing, and I’d used it as a basis to build the updated puppet in 2013. He’s since been put back together and will be taken very good care of. I’m unsure of who is in possession of Richard’s other RTR assets as of this writing, but whoever they are, I’m sure they’ll take care of them as well.

On February 21, 2018, Rapid T. Rabbit will celebrate his 35th anniversary, and will celebrate and many, many more in the years to follow. I currently lack the resources to create the new puppet show Richard and I had developed, so I plan to tell its story through a webcomic. I have absolutely no intention of monetizing the character in any way, shape or form at this time. A Rapid T. Rabbit mascot suit will also be built to star in future videos and appear at select events. I spent time thinking about whether it would be right to do this. A fursuit is a very personal thing, and the idea of replicating a deceased furry’s costume is usually met with contempt for a good reason. In my thinking, I recalled Richard’s passion for mascots. He was a professional mascot for most of his life, after all. Richard had such a love for costumed characters, both performing them and getting to meet them. I know in my heart that he would want Rapid to continue to exist as a mascot character in the real world, so people would still be able to meet him and get their photo taken with him. I realize that it for many of you, it will be weird to see Rapid T. Rabbit without Richard, and I understand that it may be a little uncomfortable to think about. It is for me, too. But it’s what I have to do. This is how I keep my promise to a friend. It’s how I thank Richard for seven and a half years of wonderful friendship and kindness, for memories that I will treasure for the rest of my days. It’s how I grieve, how I honor a person I loved, and how I say goodbye. I hope you can understand, and forgive me if need be.

I believe I’ve said everything I need to say, for now. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this letter. Thank you to Richard’s friends and fans. To everyone who was involved with Rapid T. Rabbit & Friends, whether it was for many years or for a single episode. Thank you to all the fursuiters who marched in Doo Dah year after year. To the people at Hi-4! Entertainment who invited Rapid T. Rabbit to join them at their charity events. Thank you to his brothers and sisters for supporting their brother’s pursuits, peculiar as they may have been. Thank you to the staff of Midwest FurFest for making him an inaugural Guest of Honor in 2000, and for inviting him back in 2009. Thank you to everyone who helped make Rapid T. Rabbit who he is. And last, but far from least, thank you, Richard, for entrusting me with Rapid, for being my friend, and for sharing so much of your life and dreams with me. I will be forever thankful to have known you, and I only wish I had one last chance to tell you exactly how much you meant to me.

Should anyone need to contact me regarding anything I’ve written above, or have another related question or comment for me, please send an email to [email protected]. This mailbox was set up specifically for the purpose of receiving RTR-related messages without having to publicly share my email address. By choice, I do not maintain a public online profile, even before Richard passed away. My daily life is very busy, so I will only be able to check this mailbox and write replies a few times a week, but I will do my best to answer your questions. Thank you for being patient with me while I work things out. I hope you all have a good holiday season, and I look forward to getting to know you better.

Take care, see you next year, and keep hoppin’ happy.

Sincerely,

Jess Hillard and “Rapid T. Rabbit”

December 20, 2017

[mthevlamister]

Prom?

Hey so this was written for @stonermurphy it was their prompt, I just wrote it. Enjoy, there is totally cursing. Lots of cursing.

“Tho thith will make me cool?” Rich sat in front of… Some guy? He heard about this, some drug from Japan. This dude was selling it. He wanted to be chill. “Yeah, get rid of the lisp too. You want it?” “YETH!” Rich said, almost jumping in the air. He had a reason for this, he promises. See, there was this kid who had headphones and a red hoodie. His name was Michael, he was really really cool. He didn’t care what people thought of him, he had a PT Cruiser! He didn’t drive it yet, but he had it! Oh that Cruiser. The things that Cruiser did to Rich was incredible. It’s just that Rich couldn’t talk to Michael without the lisp he had. He’d get flustered and embarrassed and he couldn’t do it.He tried.

“Hey Michael what wath the thience homework?” Rich asked that day. “I’m sorry what?” Michael took off his headphones, smiling at the shorter boy that day. “I-I athked–” “A lisp? Ha! Gay!” Rich heard some girl say, he was unsure who. No he wasn’t, it was Madeline. Rich hasn’t spoken to Michael since that day. “Well where’s the money kid?” Rich dug into his pocket, pulling out a small wallet, handing the guy over four hundred bucks. It was terrible, he saved that to buy Michael prom tickets when they were juniors.

They were freshman.

“Thanks kid, take it with Mountain Dew. Green, okay? No other kind will work.” The dealer said, handing him a pill. “What elthe would I uthe? Red? That'th been dithcontinued thince the 90'th!” Rich joked, seeing the guy tense. “Wait doeth that thut it off?” “Yes. Now leave.” Rich hopped to the nearest 711 he could find, walking to the fridges with Mountain Dew.

“Green is good but red is better.” Rich heard behind him. He turned around to see the boy of his affection behind him with a huge slushie.

“M-Michael!” God did he just stutter?! “Hey, what'th up?”

“Not much, junk food run for the aftermath of pot. You should join me and Jeremy sometime.” Michael smiled– Rich loved that damn smile– and left. Maybe he didn’t have to take the pill, he could just get high with Michael right now right? No. He paid for this pill. He would do it.

He paid for the Dew, walked outside, and took the pill. Nothing happened.“Rip off.” He hissed until he felt pain in his head, grabbing it he heard a voice and all of sudden the pain was over.

Why was Kermit the Frog in front of him?

I’m not Kermit Richard.

“What the hell–”

Don’t talk aloud, I can hear your thoughts just think. 

‘Okay, what are you?

’I’m your SQUIP, the pill you just swallowed. My job is to make you popular. Starting with that lisp. Actually first your name, you’re Rich now. Not Richard, now to the lisp. Rich felt an electric shock ripple through his body, he yelped and grabbed his arms.“Richard?” Michael? Why was Michael in front of him?! “You okay?" 

"Yeth–” another shock sent him wincing. “Y-yes.” Holy shit.The SQUIP is curing his lisp.

This is the boy you want? 

'Yes.’

No, he’s a loser. Tell him you think his car is shit.

'I like his car!’ Another shock.“What kind of car is that? That looks hideous.” Rich lied, faking a laugh.

“Oh… It’s a PT Cruiser. I like it, is it not cool enough?” Michael did an eyebrow wiggle, making Rich laugh silently. Another shock.

“No. It makes you a gay loser.”

Good, now leave. Rich turned and left.

~ ~ ~

The SQUIP turned out to be less than perfect. Here he was in the hospital, SQUIPless.

He was rooming Jeremy Heere and who else would visit except Michael Mell himself. God how much did Rich make Michael want to kill himself?

“Hi Jeremy, hey Rich.” Michael said, walking in the room with crystal Pepsi and a bag of cheese puffs.

“Hey Michael.” Jeremy said. “I-I am so sorry about the whole SQUIP thing, you’re not a loser! You saved us and I– I just– I’m doing this for Christine. God I’d be lucky if she still wanted to talk to me–”

“You’re fine, tall ath.” Rich mumbled, eyes closed. “Thhe would be thuper happy if you athked her out.” His stupid lisp he hated it.

“Do I not get a hello Rich? I’m hurt. Very hurt, I thought you appreciated my company!” Michael mocked a pout, which was adorable, and sat in between their beds.

“No I like theeing you. Hello Michael, how are you?” Rich asked, looking at the 'riends’ on his bag.

“Still driving my gay loser car so all is well.” Michael joked, but stopped smiling when Rich winced.

Right.

That was the SQUIP.

“Hey you were right though, I’m a loser. Never a better time to be a loser! Did I tell you that I told Jeremy about how humans stopped evolving?”

“Tho there'th no reathon to get thronger right? I heard about that!”

“Jeremy?” All three boys turned when they heard a voice. It was Christine.

“Hi Christine!” Jeremy said, voice lacking confidence.

“Wanna walk to the cafeteria with me?” She asked, smiling.Jeremy nodded and left with her, leaving Michael and Rich on their own.

“Michael? I’m… I’m really thorry. About everything I did I mean. I wath a dick.”

“Yeah, you were, but hey you won’t be anymore right?”

Rich nodded, looking at his bed sheets.

Michael frowned. He walked over and put the Crystal Pepsi to Rich’s mouth. “Take a sip.” Rich did as he was told. 

“Oh my god thith is good why don’t they make it anymore?!”

“Because god is dead.” Michael said in a solemn voice. He cracked a smile and touched Rich’s faded red streak. “In honor of it I think you should die this white.”

“Nah, purple blue and a reddith pink.”

“That’s the bisexual flag–”

“I’m bi.” Rich blurted. “I’m totally bi.”

Michael stared him dead in the eyes. Rich became worried Michael would walk out. “Hi totally bi, I’m Michael.”

“Get out. Leave. Never come back.” Rich laughed, snorting in between giggles. He looked at Michael who was now smirking.

“And I’m gay, so there’s that.” Michael walked closer. “Not for Jeremy, so I will have to get rid of that beautiful 'riends’ if you don’t mind.”

Rich snorted again, smiling. “I worked hard on that, but fine.”

“Did you… Work 'tho’ hard on it?”

“Thtop!!” Rich groaned, hitting his head on the pillow.

“Well I’m gonna go. Jeremy is getting let out today and I’m his ride so I’ll wrestle him away from Christine.” With that, Michael made an exit and went to find Jeremy.

Rich was sure he’d never see Michael until he came to school, but he was wrong.O

h how wrong was he.

“Michael makes am entrance!” Rich heard while he was laying down, daydreaming of his crush.

“Are you gonna do that each time you enter a room?” Rich sat up, faking a scowl. He thought it was cute, if he was honest.

“Yes–I mean yeth. But for real, in all seriousness, how are we today? I brought a present~” Michael sat down next to Rich and pulled out a red Dew.

“The THQUIP is gone Michael.” Rich deadpanned.

“Yeah but you never got a taste and when we were freshman I said it was better than regular so here you go!” Michael pushed it towards the shorter boy, smiling. Rich stared at it, debating whether or not to drink. His curiosity got the better of him and drank a sip, then a gulp. He ended up chugging the whole bottle. It was great.

“WHY HAVE I NEVER HAD THAT BEFORE?!” Rich cried, throwing the bottle to the ground and grabbing Michael’s arms.

“Cmon dude that was my drink–”

“IT WATH REALLY GOOD MICHAEL!”

“I know Rich, that’s why I gave it to you.”

Rich smiled, jumping in his seat. “I need ten gallonth of that. I really need it.”

“Oh god I turned you into a Dew junkie, didn’t I?” Michael frowned, making a praying gesture with his hands as a joke. “Oh why did he have to get addicted so young?”

“Thut up.” Rich laughed, punching his shoulder lightly.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to 'thut up’ but I can shut up.” Michael teased, touching Rich’s hair.

“Boo. Bad joke!” Rich batted at Michael’s hand, but somehow ended up leaning into the touch more (who knows how).

“Well, if you’re gonna be friends with Jeremy without the SQUIP you’re gonna have to deal with bad jokes because I’m gonna hang out with him.”

“Great, that thounds fun.” Rich said, his voice sounded awkward and scrambled.

“Unless he leaves me again. At least you didn’t outright leave me after years of knowing me, it hurts you know? He’d much rather be with Christine or-or Jake or you!” Michael was shaking, it made Rich’s heart ache slightly.

He couldn’t say that he left Michael for the super computer too, even if it was the truth.

“Michael, why don’t we hang out when I get out of here?” Rich’s voice cracked at every other word. He was nervous, very nervous. “We can play games or something?” That wasn’t supposed to be a question, but it came out like one.

“… Dude, have you ever played apocalypse of the damned?” Rich quietly listened to every word Michael said about the game, it seemed to be a game full of zombie and place puns but it would be fun to test out.“—and I still haven’t beat level ten and I need a new player two because Jeremy isn’t going to play anymore!” Michael finished, taking gulps of air into his mouth.

“I’ll be your 'player two’ if you want.” Rich said, smiling. Since when did his smile come unnaturally?

“Aw, I’m honored. Now I guess you won’t be… Bi yourself?” Michael smiled.

“That wathn’t horrible, I’m proud.”

“I’m glad.” Michael said, leaning on his hands, fluttering his eyelashes. Rich blushed, much to his dismay.

“Well then get ready for bad oneth, I tell loadth!”

“Tell me one.”

“I didn’t pan thith out well!” Rich emphasized the “pan” and smiled a lot.

“A replacement of plan?” Michael asked. “Classy.”

“Very!” Rich confirmed.

“Very what?”

“Very clathy– you jutht wanted to hear the lithp didn’t you?” Rich’s eyes widened in horror.

“Yes. It’s cute.” Michael grinned, winking at the shorter boy.How many times was Rich going to be confirmed short?

“O-oh really?” Rich leaned on his arm, tripping as he missed the bed and fell face first to the floor. Michael howled with laughter, trying to lean down and help him up only to laugh harder and fall next to him. Rich smiled and began to laugh too, ignoring the pain.

“I’m sorry you just fell! That was amazing!” Michael looked at Rich, noticing how close they were. It would be a lie to say Michael didn’t like Rich. He always appreciated the way he bullied him (was Michael a masochist? Probably), he loved the way Rich would joke in the hallways, how he’d gossip about Jake’s “latest conquest”. But Michael also liked– no loved– Richard. The nerdier version of Rich. He used to stalk him, if he was honest. He followed him in a 711 once in freshman year and judged his choice of Mountain Dew! He pretended to get food for his high! No he loved Richard and his lisp and his bad jokes. He loved the way he’d trip in the hallways and mess up. He also loved bisexual Richard, not straight Rich. So yeah, Michael was blushing insanely.

Rich was still doing his little giggle snort laugh, ignoring the obvious tension and passion there was. Michael moved closer and closer and–

“Why is Rich on the floor?” Both boys looked up.Jake was standing there, grinning. “So you finally made out? Good, because Rich will–”

“No! Hey, thup Jakey-D?” Rich sat up. “Came to vithit me?”

“Yeah, I did. But I see Michael is already making moves, should I leave or stay?”

“Nah man, you can see your buddy. I’m leaving anyway. See you tomorrow Richard!” Michael left, ignoring Rich’s “it'th Rich”, and getting to his PT Cruiser (would he ever change his car?) and drove all the way to Jeremy’s. He needed to talk about this. It’s too bad Jenna was on the phone with Jeremy when Michael busted down his door screaming “I ALMOST KISSED RICHARD JEREMY MY BUDDY ASK HOW IT IS HANGING BECAUSE IT IS NOT BANGING! IM FREAKING OUT!”

It was silent until Jenna squealed. 

“DONT TELL ANYONE JENNA!” Michael grabbed the phone, practically crying. Jeremy uttered a quick “Jenna don’t, got to go” and hung up. He turned to Michael and asked him to explain.

“Do you think he’d actually be interethted in me?” Rich asked Jake, moving back onto the bed. “I jutht don’t think he liketh me!”

“He offered for you to be his player two, didn’t he?” Jake said, smiling. “I forgot how awkward you where pre-SQUIP. Did you really fall trying to lean like you were cool?”

“Yeah, I did.” Rich avoided the word 'yes’ and looked away.

“That’s amazing.” Jake snickered, punching Rich’s arm lightly.

“I’m thorry about your houthe.” Rich mumbled. “You can thtay with me if you want.”

“Nah I’m staying with Chloe, her parents are cool with it.” Jake waggled his eyebrows. “Speaking of, I got to go. I’ll see you at school right?”

“Yeah, you will.” Rich said, knowing Monday would be his doom. Then everyone would know he was still a nerd.

~ ~ ~

“So Jenna says that Michael said he almost kissed Rich.” Chloe said to Brooke and Jenna (even though Jenna was the first to know).

“Jenna?! You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Jeremy walked up, eyes wide. “Michael is going to be so pissed!”

“We won’t tell anyone Jeremy.” Brooke smiled. “Except Christine, we told her. We also told Jake, but he promised not to tell Rich.”

Michael walked up, some weird hipster drink in his hand, smiling. “What’s the beeswax friends?”

Jeremy laughed. “Nothing Michael, just something Madeline did.”

“Oh my gosh, so Madeline–” Jenna went on this huge rant on what the poor girl did recently. Michael pretended to be interested but looked at the clock. It was Friday, he would visit Rich after school. He knew it was almost a matter of time until that clock showed he could leave.

“–Michael?” Brooke’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Yeah?”

“Are you wearing crocs?” Brooke looked at his feet in disgust.

“…. Yes?”

“Oh my gosh you poor boy. We need to buy you actual shoes!” Chloe gasped, shaking her head.

“Never. Crocs five-ever.“ Michael said, walking away.

”… He’s wearing socks with them!“ Jenna cried, hitting Jeremy’s arm. "Help him!”

“Nah, he won’t listen to me. Only if I insult him which I’m not doing again.”

“Fine.” Jenna huffed, going back into her story.

~ ~ ~

“You’re wearing crocth? Really Michael?” Rich raised an eyebrow.

“Oh don’t be a Jenna! You know you love my crocs!”

“I do.” Rich said, meaning every word.

“Okay, don’t lie they’re hideous.” Michael said sitting on his bed.

“Okay firtht of all, they’re not. Thecond of all, why do you wear them then?!” Rich moved to sit next to Michael.

“Someone has to like this stuff, and they’re comfortable. One day, my little Rich, I’ll get you crocs and make you wear them to school!”

To prom! We’re wearing crocs to prom. That’s final!

“I’m not little!” Rich said, instead.“You’re shorter than me. Remind me when I get you in crocs I should give you my hoodie.” Michael said, smiling.

“I thould take your glatheth too. Become a thmaller Michael.” Rich hated saying “glasses”. Michael wasn’t smiling anymore. “Michael? Are you upthet?”

“N-no. Not all.” Michael was picturing Rich in all his clothes. It was really cute.

“You thtopped thmiling.” Rich frowned.

“Sorry, I was thinking I can’t see without my glasses so you’d have to take a picture.” This was a lie, Michael would be able to see Rich clearly. He just wanted a picture.

“Okay, I’m fine with that.” Rich smiled again, he began to bounce. “Gueth what! I’m getting out Monday! I can’t wait to hear all the drama from Jenna and Chloe and Brooke! Jake wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“Oh, oh drama yeah! Yeah there’s been a lot.” Of my drama. “Madeline has been crazy.”

“I’m really looking forward to her drama.” Rich admitted.

“Yeah, well prom is coming up too. Lots of drama there, Jake is probably going with Chloe. Brooke has no date, Jeremy will ask Christine. Hey if you’re into Brooke you could take her.”

“Nah, I-I have my eye thet on thomeone.” Rich admitted, hoping Michael got the hint. He didn’t, and he was upset. 

“That’s good! I bet they’ll say yes.”

“Are you going with anyone?” Rich asked, hoping the answer was–

“No.” Michael said. “I’m not a prom person, I wouldn’t get a date. I’d probably go and be in the corner eating all the food. No, probably getting high out back.”

“Ah, I thee.” Rich felt no courage, shrinking into his bed.

“Shit what time is it? I have to go home, I’m sorry Richard. I’ll see you, okay? Here’s my number, text me!” Michael left.Rich, for some reason, liked it when Michael called him Richard. That wasn’t his biggest concern though. He had Michael’s number! Wait, that wasn’t the biggest concern! He texted Jake.

Rich: Hey Jakey-D, how do I ask Michael to prom?

Wait.Shit that was the SQUIP group chat.

He was screwed.

Jenna Cakes: OMG you want to ask him?!

Brooking it to class: Rich, you have to be fancy with it.

Valentine’s Day: Can we help?!

He’s Heere: I can tell you for a fact Michael would say yes if you just gave him a slushie. Better hurry, he’s been talking about some JD he met at 711.

Jakey-D: yo, I gotchu I’ll message him!

Rich: NO! I WANT TO DO IT! I JUST NEED IDEAS! STOP ALL OF YOU!

Rich was hiding under his blanket, mostly because of the pun names but also because he was nervous; that’s what he did when he was nervous.

Brooking it to class: why not flowers?

He’s Heere: he loves chocolates, get him weed brownies. Do it, I dare you to.

Jakey-D: I double dog dare you.

Valentine’s Day: triple dog dare you. Can’t not do it now.

He’s Heere: write 'prom?’ with icing! Make it Mountain Dew Red icing!

Rich laughed. That would be amusing.

Brooking it to class: I’ll help you pick out flowers. NOT WEED JEREMY!

He’s Heere: boo.

Brooking it to class: this’ll be a fun project.

Rich: cool, I get out Sunday so we can do it then.

Rich opened the calendar and made his plans with Brooke. Sunday would be fun.

~ ~ ~

Sunday was not fun, because Rich had to text Michael saying he was busy with Brooke. Michael said it was fine, but Rich thought he was lying.

“So I suggest we get yellow acacia. It signifies a true friendship but a secret love. We’ll get him a couple of those and also some white dittany! Those show passion and love.” Brooke was saying, pulling Rich through some weird flower shop. Some guy with curly hair and glasses was at the counter with a blonde girl. The name tags read 'Seymour’ and 'Audrey’.

“Okay, tho thethe two?” Rich grabbed the bouquets. He smiled a bit.Perfect.

“Oh, are those for your girlfriend? How lovely! I wish my boyfriend did that! He’s a dentist, you may know him!” Audrey, the female flower seller, smiled. Seymour frowned at the mention, staring at a bruise on the woman’s arm that Rich noticed.

“No. He’s asking someone to prom though!” Brooke answered excitedly.

“Y-yeah. I am.” Rich mumbled, paying for the flowers.

“Okay, so you put those in water and you’ll give them to Michael. Let’s find pot brownies for him.”

“Ah, Jeremy thaid he’d get them, tho it'th okay!” Rich smiled. “I thould go home." 

"Alright, if you say so.” Brooke smiled sweetly before leaving. Rich sighed, heading home. He was just sneaking to his room when he heard his dad walk in the hallway.

“Flowers? Asking a girl out?”

“Yeah, I am.” Rich lied.

“Put them in a vase at least.” His dad smirked.Rich nodded and went to the kitchen, putting them in separate vases. He brought them to his room and texted Michael.

Rich: I’ll see you tomorrow right?

RMD: of course! You’d willingly talk to me in public? I’m honored.

Rich was about to say yes when he saw his username changed.

Richard: Michael.

RMD: yes?

Richard: why

RMD: because I can Richard, fight me. 

Richard: How’d you even do that?

RMD: I’m a beautiful hacker fight me.

Richard: change it back!

RMD: never.

Rich sighed and put his phone down. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

~ ~ ~

“Richard, hey–” Jenna snickered, before being cut off.

“Don’t call me Richard. I’m Rich.” Rich mumbled, leaning against his locker. “Michael changed my thtupid uthername thomehow." 

"Do you have the flowers?” Brooke asked.

“Yeth. Where'th Michael?”

“Wait! Here!” Jeremy gave him tupperware with brownies in it. “He’s at his locker.”

“Thankth.” Rich walked over as cooly as he could to Michael’s locker.

“Hey Richard!” Michael smirked. His eyes fell upon the flowers. “Are those for the prom person?”

“Yeah, here.” Rich placed the flowers in Michael’s hands. He carefully opened the tupperware where the message was written. It just said “prom?” but there was only five brownies. Rich wasn’t complaining.

“That’s cool I bet they’ll love it!” Michael said, giving a thumbs up (as best as one could while holding flowers).

“Do you?” Rich asked.

“Well yeah, I’m jealous of the person– oh these are for me? Oh… OH!” Michael’s eyes widened as he looked at the brownies, then flowers. “OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT!”

Rich let out a nervous laugh. “Ith that a no?”

“ITS A MCFRICKEN YES!” Michael screamed.

“Never thay "mcfricken again”.“ Rich deadpanned.

"No promises, but yes! Of course yes! Totally yes!” Michael was gonna cry, he really was. “This is amazing!”

“I’m glad, I got nervouth.” Rich admitted.

“I’d be too, I’m pretty awesome I’ll be honest.” Michael teased, slinging his free arm around Rich. “Now, Richard, is this an invitation to date?”

“Yeth.”

“Okay good now I can do this.” Michael said.Before Rich could ask what “this” was Michael swooped down and kissed him.

It was going to be a great prom.

I do accept notes (GET IT! HA!). Thanks for reading. I may write one for their prom.

#be more chill #be more chill musical #be more chill novel #be more chill michael #be more chill rich #expensive headphones #jeremy x christine #chloe x jake #musicals #be more chill fanfic #be more chill fanfiction #be more chill fandom

[taikoturtle]

11 - Trimberly?

(funny enough, I sent this same exact combo to Trimberghly! Also I don’t know wtf happened because I was aiming for

11. things you said when you were drunk

“Alright, explosion and balls back! How you like me now?”

“Yeah yeah, lucky shot. I’d like to see you guys do that again.”

Trini never used to be big on house parties. For one, people never invited her thanks to her exchange student anonymity, but secondly she just didn’t see the point. They often consist of drunk reckless kids acting like idiots talking shallowly to strangers because they both know that neither will remember in the morning. Houses get stuffy and packed to the brim with bodies, resulting in uncomfortably overheated conditions and general unpleasantries all around.

Drinks get spilled, outfits get dirtied, and there’s always at least one mysterious stain that lingers by the end of the night, but party goers endure it all for various personal reasons. Sometimes to unwind from the stress of the week by letting loose and having fun, but more commonly it was an opportunity to hook up. 

It was a scene that Trini never used to frequent.

Until Kimberly happened.

Kimberly loves parties. She loves the atmosphere, the raw energy, and overall positive vibes of people enjoying themselves, and ever since Kimberly became Trini’s best friend, Trini’s come to love them too in her own weird way. 

That’s not to say that she actively goes out every weekend or partakes in Thirsty Thursdays like so many other teens do - hell, everyone needs a break from the action. Too much partying can tire a person out, both physically and mentally, and since Trini had to work herself up to even start going out to these gatherings in the first place, she needs extra time to recover in her own personal space.

Except she’s also a goddamn sucker when it comes to Kimberly Ann Hart and she can never say no, so when that beautiful face illuminates on the caller ID of Trini’s cellphone, she’s already prepping an appropriate outfit for the night. 

Tonight is a party like any other night - at least that’s what Trini thought before any of the crazy events unfolded.

She’s partnered up with Kimberly playing beer pong against Zack and Tommy who both claim to be the undisputed kings of the table. Seeing as how they defeated a majority of the people there already it would seem to be true, however Kimberly had dragged Trini by the arm and demanded that they “put them in their place” and thus began the war.

So here they are now, one cup left on each side and a burning desire to dethrone the boys. 

Trini’s face feels hot as hell because she’s already taken a few shots of who knows what when she entered the house. Zack had practically shoved the mystery drinks into her’s and Kimberly’s faces demanding that it was the entrance fee to Jason’s awesome “my-dad-is-out-of-the-state-for-the-weekend” party. 

They had clinked their shot glasses and downed them in one go, the liquid burning all the way down and settling in a pool of warmth at the pit of her stomach. It was either cheap vodka or that bottom shelf tequila you find in a plastic bottle, but regardless it was one hell of a way to start their night, that’s for sure.

Tongue sticking out and eyes squinting in concentration, Kimberly chucks her ping pong ball with all the accuracy of a blind senior citizen and it hits Tommy square in the face.

Laughter spills from Tommy’s mouth as he rubs his nose amusingly. “Good aim there, Hart. Keep it up!”

“Shut your face kermit the frog, I kn-know, I know how to. I know how to throw.” The words stumble out ungracefully as Kimberly’s knuckles whiten from gripping the table to keep the world from spinning out of control. She points a finger at him and grins suggestively. “I can– I know how to handle balls–”

“Oookay Kim, we don’t doubt that.” Trini’s barely containing her laughter as she pulls the taller intoxicated girl into a tight hug in order to cover her mouth with one hand and prevent any more inappropriate jokes from escaping. 

She squirms beneath Trini’s vice-like grip, words muffled beneath the palm of her hand, and every struggle brings more and more giggles out of the both of them. Trini’s heart is beating wildly out of control but she blames it on the alcohol. It’s not the fact that her skin is touching Kimberly’s because they’re both wearing tank tops, and it’s definitely not the fact that she’s trying her damndest to suppress the more-than-platonic feelings she carries for her best friend.

Keep it together Trini.

She reminds herself to not get too comfortable or let her guard down because who knows what she might say or do, but a few shots in with a couple beers to boot is making it severely harder to focus. 

“Any day now ladies!” 

Zack’s voice cuts through the ambient noise and after Kimberly calms down, Trini lowers her hand and readies her own ping pong ball. 

She’s staring at the cup intently, almost as if suffering from tunnel vision, but she can’t seem to see straight. Her eyes blink rapidly over and over and over and it’s like the cup is sliding around, mocking her with its fickle nature. 

“What’s the matter short stack?” Tommy taunts from the other end of the table. “Need a booster seat to see the cup?”

The boys break out into another fit of hysterics and a low growl rumbles from deep within Trini’s throat. She’s one second away from just throwing the ball and intentionally pegging the dude in the eye when Kimberly leans in close and whispers for only Trini to hear.

“Y’know,” she starts quietly while wiggling her fingers in front of Trini’s face, “’s not just balls I can handle; you can ask Amanda.”

Kimberly giggles like it’s not even a big deal as if she didn’t just reveal a very crucial and life-changing piece of information to Trini. She’s grinning like an idiot but Trini’s eyes widen like she’s seen a ghost and her mouth hangs agape in shock.  

“Y-you’re - you’re…?” 

“Yyyyep,” she draws out the word and pops the “P” at the end for added dramatic effect.

“Why haven’t you told me?!” 

“You never asked.”

Oh for fuck’s sake Trini screams in her head. That’s the oldest line in the damn book and she’s pulling it now? On her? With that topic?

“I’m literally getting sober over here.” Zack flicks a Cheeto at Trini’s face and she nearly scowls at him in a fit of rage for unwittingly interrupting their moment. 

She throws the ping pong ball like a laser and to everyone’s surprise, it actually sinks directly into the cup with a satisfying plunk. Both boys’ expressions mutate into a comical mixture of mortification and disbelief, but the proof is hard to deny. 

“Rebuttal!” Tommy shouts in denial but both he and Zack miss their final throws and Kimberly bursts into cheers.

She engulfs Trini with her arms, jumping up and down in an exuberant, crushing hug before planting a kiss on her cheek, clearly swept up with victorious elation.

“We won!”

Trini’s skin burns with the leftover impression of Kimberly’s lips and for once she’s glad that everyone’s too drunk to be aware of anything, because her face is as red as the cups surrounding them and she’s shaking from head to toe. 

“No, but really,” Kimberly mumbles in Trini’s ear, her breath tickling her skin and sending electric shivers down her spine, “you should ask Amanda because this one time when we were in a supply closet near the football field, which you know it’s like, really, really cramped in there, but we made it work and like this spider got all up in our business and, and–”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Princess.” Trini can’t decide whether she’s jealous or amused, but either way she really doesn’t want to hear the end of that story - or any stories for that matter involving her and Amanda.

Okay yeah, definitely jealous.

“Let’s get you some water, yeah?” She starts towards the kitchen, pushing past the throng of strangers and vague acquaintances alike, when she feels Kimberly’s fingers lace in her own causing Trini’s pulse to race like stampeding wildebeests. 

They’re holding hands. 

It’s such a childish action to most, but it has always meant so much more to Trini. Growing up and being so conscious of her actions around other girls made her put that much more emphasis on the simple gesture of friendship because to her, it didn’t always mean just that.

So this is just like in Trini’s dreams except with a lot more sweaty strangers and oppressive, muggy heat and too much alcohol coursing through their bodies. 

Alright, so maybe not exactly like Trini’s dreams, but eh, close enough.

No, no, no, this is stupid, Trini tells herself as they weave in between bodies occupying the hallways, we’re just holding hands. This may not mean a thing to her.

Or it could mean a thing.

Trini doesn’t want to get her hopes up.

They reach the fridge and she ignores the “DO NOT OPEN” sign, yanking on the handle and snagging a bottle of water from the side panel. The sign is mainly for guests, but all the Rangers’ houses are like their second - or fifth - home away from home so she knows Jason won’t mind.

The two of them snake their way back to the living room and spot an empty La-Z-Boy armchair. It’s upholstered with a worn brown textile fabric and even though it’s large, it’s not big enough for the both of them, except Kimberly doesn’t seem to mind. She bolts ahead of Trini and ends up dragging her to the chair before sinking down onto the padded seat and yanking Trini down onto her lap.

Seriously, thank god everyone is too drunk, because Trini’s straddling Kimberly’s waist and the chair is rocking back and forth like a fucking kiddy ride, but they’re too wrapped up in the moment to care. Her arms are linked around the small of Trini’s back and there’s a lopsided grin painted on her face as if they’re the only ones in the room.

“You have beautiful eyes,” she says and Trini’s heart nearly goes into cardiac arrest. “Like, insanely beautiful. Has anyone told you that? Because I think you need to hear it. All the time. Like right now. Because I think they’re beautiful.”

Trini chokes out a chuckle and thinks that she’s the one who needs the water now, but she maintains eye contact with Kimberly and steadily starts to gravitate towards her as if an unseen force is pulling her in. 

“You’re one to talk, Princess.” 

“Me? Naw, no way,” she shakes her head in disagreement, “I think brown eyes are boring.”

“Says you,” Trini retorts as Kimberly’s face grows closer and closer. “I think they’re complex and rich and it’s only once you get near can you see the elegance of their intricacies.”

“And I think you’re full of shit. Everybody loves blue eyes.”

“Not me,” Trini breathes, “I think brown eyes are pretty. In fact, I love yours the best.”

The corners of Kimberly’s lips twitch and her smile falters ever so slightly. It’s a minute shift that Trini catches because she knows all of her expressions by heart - she’s studied them in her dreams and witnessed them in action and she knows when the chip in Kimberly’s facade cracks open just a little bit more.

“I think you should be my girlfriend.”

The words slip out of Kimberly’s mouth without hesitation and Trini wonders how long she’s wanted to say that, because Trini knows how long she’s been wanting to do this.

She closes the gap in an instant and crushes Kimberly’s lips with her own. It’s heated and fast and just a little bit sloppy, but it’s also pure and sincere and filled with the unrestrained emotions overflowing between them. It’s everything Trini’s wanted for longer than she can remember and god does it feel so good. 

Kimberly’s pulling her in closer until their bodies are practically beating as one in a single unified symphony of desire and Trini can’t even breathe anymore. She inhales and it’s nothing but Kimberly Kimberly Kimberly.

The way her tongue drags across her lower lip before biting down and tugging lightly drives Trini insane because it’s coupled with her tiny whimpers that turn into breathy moans and the auditory overload becomes almost too much to bear. 

Trini can feel the blood pounding in her ears and she can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or not, but then she remembers oh yeah, alcohol.

It takes all of her willpower to withdraw because this is literally one part of many of her dreams, but this isn’t right - they can’t be doing this, not under these circumstances. 

Her lips leave Kimberly’s, their chests heaving in and out feverishly, desperate for air after having breathed in nothing but each other. Trini rests her forehead against Kimberly’s because she still doesn’t want the dream to end, but she has to know for sure.

“Promise me we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Kimberly’s head nods up and down, swallowing thickly in the process. “Y-yeah. Promise.”

The next morning, Jason’s house looks like Rita’s attack 2.0, with bottles and cups littering the counters and floors and various party snacks scattered about in crushed piles like shattered glass. 

Jason and Billy are lying diagonally on top of the covers of his bed, sleeping soundly after the night of outrageous party games. 

Zack is hanging off of a couch, one arm dragging on the floor along with one of his legs as light snores drift peacefully from his nose.

Tommy’s sprawled on the carpet with a bunch of dicks drawn all over him. Nobody knows when the pen came out, but after he knocked out around 2 a.m. he became fair game for the rest of the Rangers to go to town on. There’s one with a cape, flying across his leg like a superhero. Billy’s happy with how it turned out, but if anyone asks, it was all Jason’s doing.

With the chair in recliner mode, the girls had ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms, comfortable and warm in their cozy embrace. The sun peeks in through the blinds and rouses Trini from her slumber first, her brow scrunching before her eyes slowly part open from the uninvited morning light.

Her head shifts and she studies Kimberly’s face. She takes in every detail. From the curve of her jaw to the outline of her nose down to the tiny mole near her lips. Everything is uniquely her and the vision of her beauty is forever burned in Trini’s mind like a work of art.

She doesn’t want this moment to end, but the sun reaches her face and Kimberly drowsily stirs. Groaning in protest, she curls deeper into Trini’s body and Trini can’t help but smile.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. How you feeling?”

“Your voice is too loud and my head hurts like hell.”

“Well, you did have one crazy night after all.”

Kimberly rolls back over and gazes up at Trini. With the sunlight dancing in her eyes like a kaleidoscope of shifting shades of brown, Kimberly looks nothing short of stunning, but there’s more beyond the infinite details on the mere surface. Her expression is pensive and reserved, but she doesn’t look away.

“I remember what I said last night.”

Trini gulps. “…And?”

This is it.

This is where she gets rejected by her friend, where she’s told to her face that it was just a fun night but nothing more and that it was all just the alcohol doing the talking. That’s just one of the scenarios that sometimes plays out in one of her nightmares. Those are always the worst ones that leave her waking up in a cold sweat and with fear in her heart.

Except this isn’t a nightmare - it’s real life - or at least Trini tells herself that because Kimberly’s kissing her again and it feels absolutely surreal.

I’m kissing Kimberly Hart. I’m not dreaming.

If it’s not a dream then surely she’s died and gone to heaven. Her lips are even softer than she remembers - how is that possible? - and it leaves Trini wanting more when Kimberly pauses momentarily.

“That answer it for you?”

The corners of Trini’s mouth tug up into a grin and she shrugs. “I dunno, wasn’t really clear. I think you should do it again.”

Kimberly’s sweet laughter rings in the air before their lips find each other once more in a genuine kiss that leaves Trini breathless.

#trimberly #trini x kimberly #trimberly fanfic #trini #kimberly hart #power rangers #power rangers 2017 #jixorpuzzle #thank you for the prompt yoooo #myfanfic

[thegirlsinthefirehouse]

For @not-so-secret-nerd . :) If anyone had been passing by a certain secluded area of shoreline, they would have thought a dog was lying on a blanket and waiting for its owner to come back from a nightly swim, tail flopping lazily in the evening air. 

But if someone had gotten closer, they would have seen the giant, lean form of a werewolf looking back at them with piercing yellow eyes. Those eyes were concentrating on the ocean in front of her. She hadn’t seen any movement yet, but she expected it wouldn’t take long. Patty yawned, her jaw wide. She let out a small whine, wishing Abby would get back already.

But no, her lover, as usual, was taking her time. Not that she could really blame Abby. When your life is connected with the sea, it was hard not to want to relax in it for as long as possible. She knew the three months were hard on her lover. All the art in Abby’s apartment had been of seascapes. There were seashells and starfish decorating every part of her desk at work. Even her cell was filled with pictures and sounds of the ocean. She would often catch Abby longingly looking at her phone.

Patty knew she’d have to share Abby with the ocean, but she didn’t mind. She was in love with a selkie after all.

There was a small splash in the waves and Patty’s ears perked up. The smell of Abby rapidly filled her senses. She yelped happily and picked up the towel laying beside her in her jaws and headed down to the water. A very wet seal appeared in the waves, dragging herself up on the beach. It didn’t take long before Abby was wiggling out of her skin. She took the towel from Patty, who seemed reluctant at first to give it up, even gently tugging backward.

“It’s cold Patty. I can’t go around naked.” Patty finally relented and gave up the large beach towel. Abby laughed softly and wrapped it around herself.

“That’s better,” said Abby, shivering a little. She picked up the bag she had beside her. While she was underwater, she had the bad habit of picking up little things she found. Even seals were attracted to things shiny. Holtz had asked her before if she had a cave full of human things somewhere. Abby had rolled her eyes. She was a selkie, not a mermaid. She followed Patty back up to the blanket where she had been sitting. Abby was going to be happy to get back in her clothes. Transitioning between forms always left her freezing, especially with it being late fall in New York.

“I got you something. I figured you were hungry after all that waiting.” She pulled out some striped sea bass she had caught. She laughed as she laid them down on the blanket and started pulling out her clothes. Patty started nosing them hungrily.

“Go ahead, I got more.”

Patty started nibbling daintily on the fish while Abby changed under the towel. Fresh fish was a treat when it came out of the ocean less than five minutes ago, and Abby was getting hungry herself. The fire that Patty had made before she had gone to the sea was dying down beside them and Abby packed more wood into it. She had already eaten earlier in the evening, but eating after transitioning always seemed to help, which was why she had extra fish for the both of them. Along with some salt and black pepper and other spices, plus skewers for cooking over the fire in their picnic basket. She was glad she had also brought the coffee pot. Abby slipped on her sweater, happy to be fully dressed. She laughed when she realized Patty had finished eating and had dragged the bones over to the fire. She came back over and wrapped herself around Abby for a few moments, whimpering and licking her face.

“I missed you too,” said Abby, petting the fur at the nape of Patty’s neck. The werewolf playfully collapsed all her weight on Abby, who laughed and enjoyed the view of the night sky and the feeling of her girlfriend on top of her.

“Alright, you’re cute, yes,” said Abby, scratching Patty’s ears. She was still shivering, however, and took up the extra blanket they had brought and pulled it close around her body. Patty wrapped herself around Abby again, nuzzling her lover. Getting Abby’s body temperature regulated to topside again always took a few minutes. They stayed that way for a few minutes, just listening to each other breathe in and out. It always calmed Patty to hear Abby’s heartbeat. It was beating fast, trying to pump out enough blood to warm her body. It wasn’t much longer however till it had slowed down considerably. Abby’s hands were wound in her fur. She kissed the back of Patty’s head.

“You’re going to have to hurry up and change so we can eat and get back before Erin and Holtz start worrying themselves to death. You know Erin will run out into the freakin’ sun if they don’t hear from us.”

The snort that came from Patty’s snout made Abby chuckle. She watched her love shapeshift back into her human form. It was slow, but not as painful as it once was. Abby rubbed Patty’s shoulders and wrapped the towel around her.

“Man, I can still hear everything popping,” groaned Patty. She sat up, reaching for her pants. “I’m glad this section of beach is inaccessible. I don’t like the idea of people watchin’ me put on my lady things.”

“Reason I picked out this spot a long time ago,” said Abby. “Do you think I like the thought of being naked around other people?”

“I like the thought of you being naked,” grinned Patty.

“Which is why you didn’t want to give up that towel,” said Abby, tugging on it around Patty’s shoulders.

“You know, we should invest in a tent or a cabana or something,” said Patty. “It’d help take off some of the wind. It picked up a little while you were gone. I thought I was going to have to get under all the blankets.”

“Like something that big and bright wouldn’t get us noticed,” said Abby, warming her hands over the fire before picking up the picnic basket. She started pulling out the skewers for the fish. “I was wondering why you had changed.”

“It was warmer,” murmured Patty. “Even with the fire.” She put on her jacket and rubbed her hands together.

“I forgot how good striped sea bass is.”

“It’ll be better eaten with some salt, pepper, garlic powder, and parsley,” said Abby. “With a little lemon.”

“Now you’re just trying to make me hungry,” said Patty.

“I’m hungry too. You want to start the coffee?”

Patty rolled her eyes. She really needed to get her lover away from the stuff, although something warm did sound good. But she carefully put in the grounds in the campfire kettle with water and put it on the fire to percolate. She watched as Abby make swift work of the fish, skewering them whole.

“Those look good.”

“Been doing this a while,” smiled Abby. “Did you bring anything?”

“Some roasted potatoes,” said Patty. “They’re in the aluminum foil. You were still asleep.”

“Yeah, I was exhausted after that last one,” said Abby. “I was not prepared to run up 14 flights of stairs after Holtz.”

“We never are, baby,” said Patty. “We’re getting old.”

“No, we’re good. Erin’s old.”

Patty chuckled and threw the aluminum foil packet on the fire. “I’m going to make sure Erin gets you for that.” She stretched out her legs on the blanket.

“Fish, potatoes, and coffee.” Abby nodded, putting the skewers.

“Somewhere we’d have to pay 85 dollars for it.”

“Oh yeah, but what I wouldn’t give to be sitting in a warm, candlelight restaurant.”

“Yeah, but then you’d have to worry about impatient waiters, annoying people, and trying to pick out a wine.”

“True,” said Patty. “I’ll take firelight over candlelight any day.”

Abby leaned into Patty, chuckling. They both smiled at each other. They shared a brief kiss as they watched the boat traffic in the distance, leaning into one another for warmth.

“Do you remember when they used to make fun Kermit and Miss Piggy for interspecies dating?”

“I think so,” said Abby.

Patty chuckled. “I think we’ve got them beat.”

This sent Abby into an all out cackle as Patty moved to take the coffee off the fire, smirking at her own joke.

#@not-so-secret-nerd

[meme-antoineen-blog]

a/N: @annette-martel @isabellafaulkner @ingrid-liljedahl thanks avocados

—

“I’m sorry, Bobby. Momma must get that crown so we can rule the world.”

“NJKFDNJFKDSNJFKLNASDKJFNSDKJN”

“Yes, I understand that your brothers and sisters are still on the kitchen ground. Don’t worry, Alfrado will clean them up.”

“IHFIUHFDBASJKFNJKVBDFSJHBLJFHDSFJKASDLFN”

“Go to Australia and make me proud,” I said with a single tear sliding down my cheek.

Bob was the last one of his species. They all died. For mysterious reasons. I do not know how. But I will mourn them as I take over the country. Yes, I shall mourn like the sun at night.

Whites gave me a very good goodbye. They threw roses, banana peels, cups of mott’s apple sauce, tomatoes, and nuts at me. A couple got in my hair and I ate it on the plane, which was better than anything I could have hoped for. They were very good snacks. They even held signs with my name with a big red X. I was glad to see they wanted me out of Whites and being in the palace, where I rightfully belonged. One little girl at the age of 18, came for a handshake and smashed an egg on my perfectly gray hair. I guess it was a tradition for the Selected of Whites to get smashed with a food. It was very thoughtful of them to offer me nice hair accessories, but I would be getting a makeover. Not that I needed one anyways, I was already fabulous. What more would you want to do?

I boarded the plane. It was very boring. I had to climb some steps. There were 7 of them. I had to put one foot up each time. My legs were getting a good workout and I could dazzle the Prince with them. I saw 3 girls, already here. They were looking at me, probably so amazed by how beautiful I was. They were all ugly. Compared to me, at least. If not compared to me, they were all decently pretty. The first child, Antlers, began the conversation asking me how I got my wonderful name.

“Named after my great great granduncle,” I replied

The tall one with the short arms, who went by Iguana, asked, “His name was Meme too?” What a fool. That’s a terrible name for an emu.

“No, it was Guatemala. I’m named after his dog.” Duh. How people are stupid still amazes me. 405 years on this planet and they are still all so… stupid.

The last kid, Iowa, barely said a word. She was the smartest corn on the cob. She was so stunned by my attractiveness that she could not speak at all, much like how I look when I look at my dearest bob. Wow. I do not need a makeover, I guess. They stared at my bosom in awe as I fluffed up my hair. It was taller than Prince Dominic’s ego and thicker than his dick.

Antlers pulled out her purse and whipped out some breadstix. How lit. I started to feel sick to my very attractive stomach. Someone had cheese and they were sent here to kill me, the future Queen. THIS WAS TREASON. TREASON, I TELL YOU, TREASON! I must order them to be executed immediately, with lots and lots of armpit farts and dungeon rat dung. I shrivelled up in fear of my life. CHEESE. I finally met my enemy. It was truly terrifying. It was worse than the time I almost got my hair chopped by a guillotine. These barbers, they’re really getting out of hand nowadays. I said I wanted a trim. You know what I got? I GOT 4 CENTIMETERS CUT OFF. These barbers think they have the right to ruin my wonderful hair at the cost of $2.94. They’ll pay for that. They’ll pay way more than $2.94 or even $2.97. I WILL SUE THEM WHEN I BECOME THEIR RIGHTFUL QWEEN.

“Cheese kills… v-vampires,” I choked out weakly. Ant and Iguana kept eating, offering me wine. Did they not know that clearly I could not have wine while dying? I clearly needed some bird saliva mixed with rum and a hint of vodka.

I zoned out for a moment until I heard them talking about Whoopi Goldberg. I was hoping that they had whoopie pies on the plane but they didn’t. What kind of donkey ass plane is this? No whoopie pies? Did my ostriches die for this? They risked their lives for an empty whoopie pie plane. How shameful. They’ll be #69 on my list of people to sue.

“By the end of the week, he’ll have my name tattooed on his forehead” I said with a squirtle like grin on my face.

Apollo had the nerve to speak to me without looking at my gorgeous hair at the same time. How rude. “What are you going to do, wrestle him to the ground and write your name on his forehead with permanent marker?” She continued to sip on her water for the next 10 seconds like Kermit the motherfucking frog.

What kind of an imposter did she think she was? I could tell she wasn’t half as attractive as Kermit so why was she even trying?

“Bingo.” The realization I had the other week hit me like the lightning bolt on Harry Potter’s forehead. “Wait no, bingo is me.” Wow. I was so smart. That guy Alfredo Einsticker could go kiss my bosom.

“By the end of this week already?” Israel asked in a surprised tone. How was this a surprising statement? Dompomkomwom was obviously already in love with the shape of me, so why were they looking at me in terror?

“You’re right. That’s too long. I say by the end of the day.” If they weren’t poor squashbuckers I would’ve made a bet already. They probably weren’t all poor but poor compared to me, and my plentiful ostrich riches. If they had asked I would’ve told them the story of my success. It all came from my hair and my ostriches. And a orange-colored corset tied onto a camel that spit every time you said anything that began with a ‘t’. Except turtle, he would murder you if you said turtle. Or any other word starting with t for that matter. Never say a t word around Tim.

They spent the rest of the plane ride admiring my beauty, while I ate some of the mott’s applesauce that was gifted to me from the gods while I was leaving Whites. I can’t help that I was born as an applesauce eating goddess. Wow, both a goddess and a future Queen. Bobby would be so proud of me. And all my other ostriches. Even the exiled one, Rudolph. He was hunted for having a bright neon green nose. It wasn’t his fault I dipped his nose into radioactive poison when he was 3. Duh. He should have stopped it. It’s not like he had covering on his nose so he was practically asking for it (right).

I cried thinking about what those nasty people would try to do when they “made me over” as if I needed. The only thing acceptable for them to do to my beautiful face to make me even slightly more prettiful was if they made me look like Kermit. Not a fake version of Kermit like Addition. NO, I would be as glorious as the real thing or stay the same.

When I got to the makeover place I was put in station ight. They tried to touch my hair and I yelled at them telling them messing with the future qween was treason. They did not agree and said apple sauce did not belong in a ladies hair. Obviously all the ladies they had been meeting had been wrong.

Finally a reasonable level headed woman came over and told the others “they could have a break from the crazy lady.” I think they were talking about Berklee. The woman asked me a series of questions including, mostly the same one over and over again.

“You really don’t want to change anything?” and also “Are you on crack?”

To which I responded naturally “You don’t mess with perfection Miss donought.” and also “The only cracking I do is Prince Domwompom’s nuts.”

After the makeover nothing important happened until I stumbled upon a rather odd looking midget. She was very snarky and full of snakeness which I did appreciate, but I learned she was my future cousin in law so I tried to play nice. At first I thought it was that blond booby Mertle’s pet Coco. Apparently I was wrong. It’s not my fault I mistook a 4 year old for a small rat. They looked similar.

“Hello, small child,” I said, squinting my eyes to see if it was a girl or a tiny monkey. “Who are you?” she asked. What a dumb child. She didn’t know who I was.

“The future Queen,” I answered. Duh. “I doubt that.” “Why? I am a delight,” I said. Unbelievers. They would suffer once I became Queen.

“You look funny,” she said. “Does funny mean gorgeous in another language, because if so, then yes,” I replied.

“Nope.” “Listen child, that’s very rude.” “So?”

“So you shouldn’t be rude because that’s rude. And I don’t appreciate the sass, young lady.” Who taught this child their manners? I recommend for them to read my book: Parenting Rude Ostriches 101. This was a rude child. I left soon after that because I couldn’t stand to be around such a butthead.

After that encounter I was rather upset so I went to my room and cried, after all I am only ostrich. My maiders tried to comfort me but I sent them away forever, much like the style peoplees they would probably try to ruin my look, and I could not risk that. Plus, how was I supposed to smuggle an ostrich into my room with people constantly snooping on me?

I could do it. I would do it. After all, I was the future Queen and I could do anything.

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Every single question you unsociable prick

Shania you are an absolUTE ASS BLOODY HELL1. Who was the last person you held hands with?A girl,, gals being pals :^)2. Are you outgoing or shy?Outgoing3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?My friends4. Are you easy to get along with?I would say so?5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?I would hope so!6. What kind of people are you attracted to?UHM Girls with long hair and light colored eyes? Around my height??7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?One of my friends from college9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?Nope10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Don’t actually remember lol11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“SHOOK”12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?!!! “Strangers” By Halsey ft. Lauren Jauregui“That’s My Girl” By Fifth Harmony“Born To Die” By Lana Del Rey“Misery Business” By Paramore“When You’re Gone” By Avril Lavigne

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Only certain people omggg,,14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Ehh iffy about that15. What good thing happened this summer?It’s warmer and I can wear as little clothing as I want16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?LOL YEuUP17. Do you think there is life on other planets?Ye

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?Nope19. Do you like bubble baths?Ehhh sometimes20. Do you like your neighbors?I don’t talk to them21. What are you bad habits?I bite my nails and i like attention even if its bad22. Where would you like to travel?Australia!23. Do you have trust issues?Eh depends24. Favorite part of your daily routine?Idk tbh25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?My hips omgg26. What do you do when you wake up?I stay in bed for 10 minutes and evaluate how much I don’t wanna get up at the moment so I use my phone for a little bit27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?Just a tad darker28. Who are you most comfortable around?People I trust29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?Never had an ex30. Do you ever want to get married?Yeah31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?Yes sir32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?Lauren Jauregui, Sophie Turner, Natalie Dormer33. Spell your name with your chin.nztasha34. Do you play sports? What sports?Yeah, I swim and I do track and field35. Would you rather live without TV or music?TV36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?Yes37. What do you say during awkward silences?I either laugh or just say something to break it38. Describe your dream girl/guy?LOL Lauren Jauregui39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?H&M, uhh, Hot Topic????40. What do you want to do after high school?Go to college41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?Depends42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?Im just tired43. Do you smile at strangers?YEAH44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Outer Space45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?Alycia Debnam Carey46. What are you paranoid about?Yikes,, idk if i wanna say,,”47. Have you ever been high?..ye48. Have you ever been drunk?Does being tipsy count?49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?Nope50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Grey51. Ever wished you were someone else?Yeup52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?My lips53. Favourite makeup brand?I dont wear makeup54. Favourite store?Idk man55. Favourite blog?My blod56. Favourite colour?Grey, Black, Green, Red57. Favourite food? Brazilian food58. Last thing you ate?Pork59. First thing you ate this morning?Oatmeal60. Ever won a competition? For what?yee, a swimming competition for my heats61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Nope62. Been arrested? For what?Nope63. Ever been in love? Yeah to a famous person64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?FUCK So i met this girl at like a gay prom and like I got her number and snapchat and like we were texting for a few days and we wanted to hang out and so we met up on a friday and we went to one of my school music events and like we left and she drove me home and we were in her car just talking and i went “Wow we didn’t even hold hands” as a joke and then she said “cause you never went to hold mine” and so i held her hand and I SAID THE FUCKING DORKIEST THING EVER I HATE MYSELF and then i said “Lowkey i wanna kiss you” then bam bam chicken and ham i got my first kiss,, highkey if she reads this imma kermit sewerside65. Are you hungry right now?Nope66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?I mean they are my real friends lol67. Facebook or Twitter?What?68. Twitter or Tumblr?Never heard of her69. Are you watching tv right now?No

70. Names of your bestfriends? Nicole, Arleth, Aylin, Gaby, Eileen, thats it p much71. Craving something? What?Murder72. What colour are your towels?Its a yankee towel72. How many pillows do you sleep with?273. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?yeah, 274. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?2..75. Favourite animal?UGH there are too many76. What colour is your underwear?Black77. Chocolate or Vanilla?both78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Cookies n creme79. What colour shirt are you wearing?A Fall Out Boy tank top80. What colour pants?Im wearing shorts81. Favourite tv show?Game Of Thrones82. Favourite movie?Ex Machina83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?The first84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Mean GIrls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Regina George86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Bruce87. First person you talked to today?LOLL My crush,,88. Last person you talked to today?My two friends Ash and Nicole89. Name a person you hate?One?

90. Name a person you love?My mother91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?Myself92. In a fight with someone?No?93. How many sweatpants do you have?394. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Uh 5?95. Last movie you watched?Guardians of the Galaxy 296. Favourite actress?Im gonna list a few, Alicia Vikander, Alycia Debnam Carey, Sophie Turner97. Favourite actor?Kit Harington, Michael Cera, Heath Ledger98. Do you tan a lot?not really99. Have any pets?2 dogs and 2 cats100. How are you feeling?Eh101. Do you type fast?Idk102. Do you regret anything from your past?Yes.103. Can you spell well?Yas104. Do you miss anyone from your past?Eh105. Ever been to a bonfire party?yes106. Ever broken someone’s heart?maybe?107. Have you ever been on a horse?|yes108. What should you be doing?I dont even know109. Is something irritating you right now?YEs, myself110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?ye111. Do you have trust issues?eh112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?Myself113. What was your childhood nickname?Nat114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yes115. Do you play the Wii?Not anymore, really116. Are you listening to music right now?no117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?Yes118. Do you like Chinese food?Yes119. Favourite book?A Game of Thrones120. Are you afraid of the dark?Hell nah b121. Are you mean?Maybe122. Is cheating ever okay?HELL NO if its on a person, Unless its a test in school then eh i guess

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?Yes

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Idk125. Do you believe in true love?yes?126. Are you currently bored?yes127. What makes you happy?Many things128. Would you change your name?N0129. What your zodiac sign?Aquarius130. Do you like subway?the food place? Not necessarily 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Hes gay so thats a problem132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?No clue133. Favourite lyrics right now?“She doesn’t call me on the phone anymore”134. Can you count to one million?Lets see135. Dumbest lie you ever told?I lied to my mom saying I was hanging out with 4 friends when I was actually hanging out with this girl i like136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Closed137. How tall are you?5′6″138. Curly or Straight hair?I have Curly139. Brunette or Blonde?I am brunette140. Summer or Winter?Autumn141. Night or Day?Afternoon142. Favourite month?February cause thats my birth month143. Are you a vegetarian?Nope144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?Dark145. Tea or Coffee?Both146. Was today a good day?Yes147. Mars or Snickers?None148. What’s your favourite quote?“Time to stop”149. Do you believe in ghosts?Meh150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 

“For the first ten minutes, the prisoners were too rattled by the shooting to notice that they were floating through space, the only humans to leave the Colony in almost three hundred years.”-The 100

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Part 10- Shape of My Heart*

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Falling in love with someone you can never have is the worst feeling in the world...

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Part 9 Part 11

Note: Thank you all so much for the comments, reblogs, and submissions! I appreciate every single one of them! It makes me so happy to see them and knowing that you guys love this as much as I do! I have a lot planned for this story so stay tuned!

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I frowned as soon as my alarm went off....

Rudy groaned loudly, rolling over to snuggle into me. I breathed in deeply, stretching my arms and legs. I threw my arms around his neck, kissing the top of his head. He cracked open his eyes, pouting at me. I pouted as well, not wanting to leave him or his comfy bed. I huffed as my alarm went off again, turning to silence it. 

“I don’t want you to go.” he whined, his deep morning voice sending chills down my spine. 

“I wish I didn’t have to, but as soon as I can I’ll be back or you can come see me.” I smiled softly. 

He crawled on top of me, leaning to crush his lips to mine in a bruising, searing kiss. My hands flew to his hair, my fingers weaving into his messy blonde locks. Rudy moved his kisses down my neck, trailing his hand down my naked form. I gasped quietly when his fingers met my heat, and I had to admit I was a sore from last night. 

I moved my hand to feel his hardness, marveled at the silky smooth skin. He entered his fingers into me, using his thumb to spread the wetness around. I squeezed his member, moving my hand slightly. I brought my thumb back up to rub the seed that had slipped out for lubrication so I could move my hand better, a choked moan leaving Rudy’s lips. 

I whined when he began to move his fingers faster, my hand trying to copy his pace. He stopped suddenly, moving to enter me with his hardness. We both groaned at the feeling, his lips coming back to meet mine. He moved slowly at first, sensually moving in and out. I hummed lightly, my hands smoothing down his sides. 

He picked up his pace, slamming into me. I threw my head back as I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his sides. I wrapped my legs around him, causing him to hit that spot he did last night. I cursed loudly, Rudy’s head coming to my neck. He hummed in my ear, whispering filthy things that turned me on even more.

“You like it babygirl? Hmmm, you like feeling me inside of you?” he panted.

“Yes, so good.” I whined, smiling as my eyes closed.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.

“You do too handsome,” I gasped.

He moved up on his hands, changing his angle to pound inside of me. A squeal flew out of my lips, my hands coming to grip his forearms. He threw his head back, letting out a loud moan into the room. I stared in awe as his muscles began to flex harder, the veins popping in his neck. He moved one hand to rub me mercilessly, I bit my lip to keep from screaming. 

“Scream my name baby, I want to hear who’s making you feel this way.” he grunted, burying himself to the hilt as he rammed his hips into mine. 

“Oh my,” I choked.

I let out my scream, his name babbling from my lips. I didn’t think it was ever possible to feel this good, it made me want more. My whole body started to shake, my muscles twitching of their own accord. I gasped his name a few more times before the coil broke, my orgasm hitting me like a ton of bricks. I scratched down his abs, red welts coming to the surface. My back arched up from the bed, Rudy’s head moved to take one of my nipples in his mouth, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. 

Rudy stilled inside of me moments later, spilling his seed into me. He watched himself pull out of me, seeing the mix of his and my cum falling onto my thighs and the sheets. 

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We arrived at the airport, my heart clenching in my chest. I could feel tears surfacing, but I pushed them away. I didn’t want to ugly cry in front of Rudy, it would just make the both of us more upset. Rudy helped me lug my stuff in, waiting in line with me for my boarding pass. We stayed close, my head not leaving his chest as one of his hands stayed on my waist. Neither of us really talked, both of us just smiling sadly if we caught the other’s eye.

Rudy carried my carry on as we met our other friends in front of the security check. Both Maddie’s crushed me into a group hug, their tears falling on my shirt. I pulled away from them, smiling at them.

“You guys are acting like you won’t ever see me again.” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’s gonna be weird not seeing you everyday kiddo.” Chase sighed, pulling me into a side hug.

“I’m sure y’all are glad to get me out of your hair.” I joked.

“Don’t say that!” Maddie C huffed, throwing her arms around me again. 

“I think we’ll have to come see your place when we can.” JD smiled, taking me into a bear hug.

“There’s not much to do where I live, but I’m sure we could stir up some trouble.” I smirked, all of us laughing. 

“Well we better get going, be safe y/n. We’ll make plans for a visit!” Maddie B called, walking away with the rest of our friends. We all exchanged goodbyes, leaving just Rudy and I.

Rudy sat my bag down, taking me in his arms. One look in his eyes and I started to ball like a baby, clutching at his shirt. I loved seeing his handsome face, hearing his laugh, his goofy faces, the adoration in his eyes when he looked at me, our jam sessions, his stunning blue eyes...I...I loved him. It may be too soon to think so, but I don’t care. 

“You’re breaking my heart baby,” Rudy mumbled, kissing the side of my neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m being a baby.” I blubbered, pulling back to look at him.

“First weekend you’re off, I’m coming to see you.” he promised, wiping my tears with his shirt.

“I wish you could come with me now, or that I could stay.” I sniffled.

“I know, but like you said, we still have your spring break. Then it’s summer and you’re all mine.” he grinned, planting a kiss to my lips.

I held his face to mine, savoring the taste of him. I didn’t care that people were watching, or that there might be paparazzi having a hay day taking pictures od us. It felt like it was just him and I, like we were on top of the world. We pulled away, leaning our foreheads together. 

“Better get going, security takes a while and I don’t want you to miss your plane.” he spoke, handing me my carry on. 

“I don’t want to say good bye, it seems too permanent. So, I guess I’ll see you later.” I spoke.

“I’ll see you later sweetheart.” he whispered, kissing my lips one last time.

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My life became so frustrating the moment I stepped off that fucking plane. I was bombarded with work from school, my boss refused to cut my hours, and I barely had anytime to talk to my friends and Rudy. I was on the verge of a breakdown. 

My very first assignment in one of my classes was a fucking five page paper with eight sources that couldn’t come from the millions of articles the Professor had given us to read. I wanted to pull my hair out, it was all becoming too much.

Rudy was such an angel, he didn’t get angry or upset that we couldn’t talk as much. He understood that I was busy as so was he. He sent me little gifts every other day, from flowers to a book he thought I would like. He was the best boyfriend and I was so lucky to have someone like him in my life. He was my rock, my shoulder to lean on.

I was currently huddled in my room, papers strewn everywhere. I was trying to get an assignment done when my boss kept blowing up my phone. He said that they were short staffed and that he needed me to come in. However, he only wanted me to come in so he didn’t have to.

 It was ridiculous honestly, but I continued to ignore the calls and texts. I had too much due within the next few days to stop and go to work. It wasn’t until I saw a text from my coworker who is pretty much my only friend here that I broke down.

I hear our assistant manager talking to the boss about finding a reason to write you up, I guess to scare you into doing whatever they want.

“For fucks sake!” I screeched, throwing my papers down harshly.

I couldn’t stop the tears from gushing down my face, wracking sobs leaving my lips. My phone started to ring, I picked up immediately when I saw Rudy’s came appear. I couldn’t even say hi because of how hard I was crying.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Baby talk to me, what’s happening?!” Rudy exclaimed.

“Sorry I just...I’m so tired Ru. I hate my fucking job, and I have so much work to do. I feel like everything is falling apart and I don’t know what to do.” I sobbed.

“What happened?” he asked again.

“My coworker said that they are trying to find a way to write me up because I wouldn’t come in to cover a shift. I’m up to my neck in class work and I told them that I could not work this much because of my capstone classes.” I sniffled.

“You need to quit, that’s so fucked up y/n.” he spoke.

“I can’t quit Rudy I have bills to pay.” I sighed.

“What bills do you have?” he inquired, I didn’t like where this was going.

“It doesn’t matter, I just need to get another job. I’m sorry for worrying you.” I mumbled.

“Well I called because I wanted to tell you something.” he sighed.

“I hope it’s something good.” I chuckled.

“Um, yes and no? I...I got offered to start on this short film, so I won’t be able to come this weekend.” he said nervously.

“Honey that’s awesome! I have a shit ton to do so we wouldn’t have been able to do much.” I shrugged, forgetting he can’t see me.

“I still would have liked to spend time with you.” he mumbled.

“We’ll work something out, but I do miss your face.” I giggled.

“I miss you so much baby, you have no idea.” he groaned.

“It feels weird not having you sleep next to me.” I pouted.

“You’re a good cuddle buddy when you aren’t taking up the whole bed.” he teased.

“Excuse you, that is definitely YOU that hogs the bed sir.” I griped.

“Ooooh sir, I like it.” he purred.

“You’re gross,” I laughed.

“You love it.” he commented, I could imagine his little smirk on his lips.

“I guess so or I wouldn’t be getting all these messages from your fans about how I ‘stole their husband’.” I quoted.

“They’ll get over it, they aren’t true fans if they can’t see how happy I am.” he said.

“Are you really happy though?” I questioned.

“Of course I am, I landed the woman of my dreams. What more could I ask for?” he scoffed.

“A model, I don’t know.” I mumbled.

“Stop it, you know how I feel about you. That’s not going to change, probably ever.” he claimed.

“Ever? I don’t know if I can put up with you for that long.” I teased, a chuckle coming from Rudy. 

“You’re hot as fuck baby, and all mine. You are stunning just the way you are, now no more talking bad about yourself ok?” he reassured.

“Ok,” I whispered.

“I’ll let you get back to work, call me tomorrow.” he sighed.

“Alright honey, bye.” I said.

“Bye baby.” he murmured, hanging up.

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Divide- chapter 5- How Would You Feel

The minute she hit the send button she wished she could take it back. But, just like Harry’s Instagram like, somethings you simply couldn’t.

Like telling Harry she loved him on their last weekend together.

It wasn’t the first time she felt it. She’s been swallowing the words like a jagged little pill for months. She’d embraced the feeling when they were in Barcelona, she was a woman in love, so she wore it like a mantle. Everything about the experience felt magical, but, when she returned to her real life and Harry to tour, things continued just as they had since she let Harry kiss her the first time after months of obvious innuendo. The boy was cheeky and flirty on a good day, but irresistible when he was trying. And so she didn’t resist, but had she guarded her heart a little maybe it wouldn’t be broken. Or so slow to mend.

When their lips met she learned all of those cliches about electricity and sparks and stars getting in your eyes were true. Her stomach and the bottom dropped out. When his large decorated hands had cupped her face she never wanted to stop and when he’d clutched her throat, the rush of blood to her core meant she wouldn’t.

Laurel wasn’t a virgin, but her experience had been limited. Limitless better described how she felt when Harry touched her. She probably fell that first night.

The ground was hard when she hit it and she was sure she’d bruised her ass when Harry gave her his rules of engagement. ‘Harry’s rules’ as they became emblazoned in her mind were simple. When it was convenient and easy they would hang out, he didn’t expect her to be faithful, but if she had a partner between their trysts, they’d use a condom until she got tested again, if she met someone, the arrangement ended. Same rules for him. Laurel was surprised every time he didn’t open the little drawer by his bed when they reunited. She’d had one other partner since beginning with him and the very attractive hipster of a boy did such an amazing job of illustrating what she was not missing, she never bothered again.

When they were available they fit like a zipper, and it was so good to be embedded with him that Laurel could overlook his cavalier attitude. It was always after he left, again, that she’d remember that while he seemed to truly like her, he didn’t know her. Basic facts escaped him, she wasn’t sure Harry even knew her middle name. He certainly didn’t know anything about her family. That her sister had died when she was 11 in a car accident. Or that her parents were in love with one another, but divorced.

Despite this, she knew her feelings for him were unlikely to fade quickly. He was inescapable. Even when she tried to ignore his stupid face, his dimples showed up on her screen. Laurel wasn’t even sure she wanted to erase the way she felt. Being with Harry felt like zip lining, heart pumping, exhilarating, free.

The first time she had to physically stop her mouth to halt her confession had been a few months into their arrangement. They were sitting in a parked car outside Harry’s marketing manager’s country estate. He’d been avoiding going in. It was an expected band function. Someone with connections had a daughter with a major 1D jones. They hadn’t done many of these private events since the early days, but the favor that Simon would have in his pocket after today was apparently too good too miss. So, they were summoned with the promise of a handsome reward. Though the boys had more autonomy these days, Harry and crew still knew where their bread was buttered.

“I’d so much rather be spending this day, well, anywhere but here really, especially if you were there!” He cheesed her way and bopped her nose and was generally being so obnoxious she laughed in his face.

“You laughing at me?” He asked as he pulled her across his center console into his lap and tickled her until she was screaming and snorting in the ugliest fashion she could imagine. She hated her braying laugh.

He stopped abruptly when the snorting started. Once she caught her breath, Laurel wiped at her nose, “oh god, did I snot too?”

“No, that laugh just might be my favorite sound.”

The late afternoon sunlight made the blue rim of his iris shine and she felt the words she’d been denying bubbling up her throat. To stop herself, she covered her mouth and made big eyes at him before she kissed him and made a joke. “You know what my favorite sound is?” Mischief played in her eyes.

“My laugh, the ding of a text message you’ve been expecting from me, hearing me on radio, my morning voice?” Harry knew he was being an ass and was loving it.

“The sound of your snores when you finally shut up at night,” she feigned relief.

“I don’t snore!” Harry vehemently denied.

“Oh, you do, loudly! But, it’s still preferable to your other sounds, especially what you call singing!” Oh, she loved his offended face. “Kidding, baby, kidding,” and she kissed him once again before cracking his door open.

“Hey, where you going?” He made grabby hands for her.

“I’m going inside, and look, I’m not even getting paid to!” She teased.

Once inside, she kept her distance and her hands to herself. Everyone knew they were friends, but Harry had a lot of friends.

The second time Laurel nearly shouted out her feelings, Harry’d agreed to come to a house party with her and she couldn’t believe it. Their “dates” nearly always took place between his four walls, usually between his two sheets, so when she asked about the party, it was mostly to confirm her suspicions about her place in his life and heart. But he said yes and they planned out their couples costume with giddy giggles. It was really easy to procure his Kermit costume online and she really only needed a pig nose and wig. She had a dress from her mom’s youth that was at least 4 ruffles over the top.

The costume allowed Harry anonymity and she knew he loved fancy dress a bit more than the average person. She was fairly certain it was why he’d agreed. The inside joke was too fun to pass up. Laurel had given Harry the moniker of Kermie one morning when he’d croaked out a greeting, his eyes had been glued shut with sleep and his dimples widened his puffy sleepy face.

“Oh my God! You really do look like a frog,” she hiccuped out after laughing for 3 minutes straight.

Harry had turned into the bed sheets and pouted like the younger sibling he very much was, until she had given him an “I’m sorry” blowie and promised him pancakes. However, the nickname had stuck, much to Harry’s displeasure.

Laurel was so chuffed that he’d come out, she didn’t notice his slow withdrawal. Late that night, after many drinks he’d asked her to follow him up to the roof.

“Harry, baby, what’s wrong?” She asked as he immediately pulled off his mask and sucked in a breath.

“Haven’t been able to breathe properly in at least an hour. It’s hot in there. Whew.” He blew out a big breath and she watched his chest expand as he sucked one in.

“Why are we up here then, we can go. I just need to find my purse,” she fidgeted and turned back to the door.

“No, just let me cool off. I know we are trying to avoid detection, and we never get to go anywhere together. I like seeing you with your friends,” he touched her bottom lip and smoothed his thumb her growing smile. “They’re funny. I like them. Tom’s got it bad for you by the way.”

“You jealous?” Laurel laughed, how ludicrous.

“No, maybe a little, he’s a bit handsy. I don’t really like it.”

“Harry…” she trailed off.

“I know, I have no right,” he interrupted her search for words.

“You have no right, but you also have nothing to worry about,” Laurel returned.

“Yeah, why’s that?”

She wanted to say, 'because I love you, you idiot’. But, instead she made a joke. “I’ve seen him eat, trust me, the thought of spending 50 years watching that across a table put me right off,” then she grinned at him, “he goes tongue first and I’m not interested in teaching another baby bird how to kiss.”

Harry rose to her bait and gave her his offended face, “I’ll show you how to kiss,” he advanced on her while she ran away giggling. He caught her easily they wound up making love on the roof with all their clothes on because of the chill. To ward off the cold they kept their arms wrapped around each other and watched their breath until the sunrise replaced the moon. After sunrise, they snuck out undetected through the passed out revelers.

But for all the times she felt compelled to confess her feelings, when she felt like a girlfriend and not just a fuck, there were many more times she was sure she was just an option.

He’d go months at a time without a text. They could have plans for sometime in advance and he’d change them on a dime. Laurel would like to think it was for work things, but he was too public a person for her to labor under that delusion sometimes.

But, the most telling thing was how one-sided their arrangement was. Harry called the shots, always his terms, always his place, always his convenience. Laurel was his beck and call girl, his favorite perhaps, but not his only.

That last weekend, Laurel’d been emotional before she got there. Her mother was sick and he’d been away for what felt like forever. She felt funny, like her body wasn’t her own. Tired and weepy.

They had a good time, but he hadn’t noticed her red eyes or sallow skin. When he was inside her early Sunday morning, he’d been sweet and gentle, full of praise. It felt so much like love making and her walls against him were so gossamer that she’d let the words slip out when she came undone.

“I love you,” she’d whispered on a quiet harsh exhalation.

Laurel had seen his eyes widen, but he’d just buried his face in her neck and pushed into her deeper. Though their bodies remained connected, her heart broke. She’d held her tears until he’d fallen asleep and left while he showered.

She couldn’t do this anymore, the reasons kept piling up. Laurel had cried herself out and wanted to bash his face in when he sent her that Kermit gif.

She needed to move on, she couldn’t be spending her life falling deeper in love with him if he couldn’t tell her that he loved her too. If he didn’t love her too.

But here she was, texting him at 2 am while Willy, who took her out, showed her off, and asked her questions about herself like he needed to take notes, slept in her bed. Laurel was not an option to Willy.

Laurel could see that he’d read her message and her heart raced when the gray bubble appeared.

Why did he have to be the one.

AN- unbeta’d and under the wire. Forgive the mistakes for now

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #Harry styles #ed sheeran #divide #how would you feel #song fic #one direction #one direction fanfiction

[a-reocurring-dream]

A brief summary (minor spoilers for TFP) of the events after TLD (to ease my mind)

(I have to admit that I haven’t watched the fake version yet; I’m not sure if my mind could bear that.)

The Sherlock-Twitter-event ... 

... was about a case in which the victim had done it; when Sherlock and John played Cluedo, Sherlock stabbed the game, because John insisted that the victim couldn’t have done it, though Sherlock disagreed vehemently.

... confirmed that Sherlock and Kermit were ... kind of together? (I truly don’t know how to phrase it in a non-weird way. xD)

... told us that Sherlock Holmes obviously likes a comment containing the wrong answer and “JOHN LOVES YOU”.

The Final Problem ...

... was screened at BFI three days before it actually airs on tv.

... shown at BFI was not protected by a NDA; as a result of that spoilers were spread all over the internet.

... shown at BFI “may be the final problem”.

... shown at BFI is four minutes shorter than the announced version.

... was “leaked” by Russia yesterday; both, the Sherlock-account and Sue, twittered about it and said that we should “please not share it” - well, no need for that at all now, they have already done that for us, obviously.

... is liked by most of the casuals, but, after watching the Russian version, every conspirator agrees that it is mostly twisted shit and indicates on a subtextual level that everything shown in there is fake/cut.

... appears to have very weak action scenes and be produced on the same budget as former episodes, although the budget and time spent on this episode are twice as high and much.

... lacks some scenes that Moftiss and other people involved promised us: the 20 page monologue, the intense scene Martin insisted on doing alone and a kiss.

... included elephants. As a TJLCer asked Moftiss at the BFI screening what the elephants were all about, Moffat harshly interrupted her. After that, Arwel sent a message to someone containing the advise to watch the cinematic version.

... included a messy tombstone which says, “1617-1821, 32 years old”

... included many times of interrupted romance.

... included the old guy from The Empty Hearse who advertised a pornographic horror-movie to John and was mistaken to be Sherlock by John.

... is considered a hommage to the movie Clue with its multiple endings and “F for Fake” by many now; as someone posted that idea on facebook, they took the comment down within 10 minutes.

... could never be considered “ground-breaking”, “beautiful”, “writing television history” or “insane wish fulfillment”, if the version “leaked” is actually the real version.

After the TFP-screening the BFI twittered, “’It’s good to play games on people’ - @MarkGatiss on #Sherlock”

The Sherlock-account twittered, after adverting to the “leak”, “I know this is difficult, but you have got to keep it together.” as if they wanted to assure us that everything will resolve.

Mark twittered, “What’s the very worst thing you can do to your very best friends?”

BBC One and BBC Three twittered about the romance in John’s and Sherlock’s relationship.

Journalists that attended the BFI screening said that they were told not to write their reviews yet and wait until Sunday, because there would be “different versions”.

I will quote @sadlawyer here, “this is the only time I’ll ever say this, but: LISTEN TO ME, I’M A LAWYER with a DEGREE IN ADVERTISING.I’ve drafted contracts and agreements for entertainment giants like Showtime, HBO, Vimeo and MTV. I’ve worked in film. I have drafted court orders to prevent secrets getting out about certain documentary projects I’ve worked on. They have taken deliberate steps to ensure people talk about this episode, that screening, these spoilers.”

If I missed anything, you’re welcome to add your thoughts.

#tfp #sherlock #clue #the fake problem #different versions #russian leak #BFI screening #no NDAs?

[sunshinykittens-blog]

The Cold Blows White (in the Tower tonight)

January 17

Today has been a seriously super long day, and it’s not over yet. It’s been a long week, if I’m honest about it. That funky snowstorm…nor’easter…blizzard…whatever… anyway, I am so glad I wasn’t stuck out in it, or that I had to leave my toasty warm apartment for food or work or anything. This morning I definitely didn’t want to get out of bed. I was snuggled in very deep under my faux down comforter, Spazzie snoring comfortably next to me, when my alarm went off. I stretched my hand from under the pillow towards the bedside table and tapped my cell phone, dropping it to the floor. I decided that moment it was time to find a bigger night stand. This one didn’t have room enough for my phone, radio, lamp, glasses, lip balm, lotion bottle, water cup, and whatever book I was reading at the moment (I am currently finishing a re-read of Memoirs of a Geisha by William Golding), not to mention my journal and requisite box of tissues. I rolled to my back, slowly waking like the sun peeking over the horizon. The air in my apartment felt a little colder on my nose than I thought it should be, but that could be product of me being toasty warm and wishing I didn’t have to get up. And then I reached for my water cup and took a sip to wet my dry mouth.

My water cup is insulated, one of those that keeps hot liquids hot and cold ones cold. Every night before bed, I put slightly cool water in it, turn the thermostat down to about 63, then get into bed. It keeps my water cool but not too cold. But this morning, my water was much, much cooler than it should have been. I was now nearly wide awake. I sat up, immediately shivering from the cold air around me. My thermostat is programmed to maintain a cooler temperature at night, and warm slightly to 68 about half an hour before my alarm goes off so that I don’t have quite as hard of a time getting out of bed as I might if the room was cold. I swung my feet out from under the warm covers (Spazzie protesting this move) and put them on the floor for about 2 seconds. I was used to having a toasty warm floor. I very quickly tucked my feet into the cat slippers and went looking in my closet for my big fluffy red robe. My subsequent conversation with Jarvis went something like this:

Me: “Jarvis, what is the temperature in this room?” Jarvis: “Approximately 6 degrees.” M: *pausing to sigh* “And what does that translate to in American?” J:  “Approximately 42.8 degrees Fahrenheit.” M: “Increase temperature to 68, please.” J: “I would like to fulfill your request, but I am afraid I cannot.” (This statement made me stop for a moment and think. I flicked a light switch and they bloomed to life.) M: “Why can’t you turn it up?” J: “There is a problem with the heating system, miss.” M: “Thanks for playing the obvious game –“ J: “I’m afraid I do not understand, miss…” M: “Never mind, Jarvis, can’t you fix the problem?” J: “I cannot, miss, Mr. Stark did not program me to handle this particular problem. It requires a human to take care of it.” M: “Thanks anyway. Uh, is it this cold on all the upper floors?” J: “No, miss.” (I breathed a sigh of relief and turned towards my bathroom.) “The temperature on the upper floors ranges between 49 to 62 degrees.” M: “Thanks, Jarvis.”

I also asked Jarvis if there were maybe portable space heaters somewhere I could borrow until the heat was fixed, and he informed me that the Tower had a fully functioning internal heating system complete with radiant heat flooring. The Tower didn’t need space heaters. I really hoped he could translate my glare.

I figured then, I would grab a nice hot shower, pull on a thermal top under my long sleeved uniform shirt, and take a sweater with me in case I got too chilly. I turned the water on in the shower, returning to feed Spazzie (who was the smarter of the two of us and refusing to get down from the warm nest he created in my comforter) and grab a change of clothes. I’ll never know why I just jumped right into the shower. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t completely awake. Maybe it was fog from grief still controlling my brain. Maybe I actually trusted The Man’s statement when he said the Tower never ran out of hot water. Obviously, Himself thought rather highly of his creation, and too highly of it at that. Because the water? It was barely warmer than the water I usually put in my cup before bed. And I had jumped right into the stream. And right back out, dripping and shivering.

I tried to get completely dry, but of course my hair was not cooperating. I pulled on thermals (top and bottom), thermal socks, a t-shirt, thinner sweater, flannel long sleeve, fleece-lined jeans (thank you Sunny!), my uniform tee, and a sweatshirt. I managed to be able to bend enough to get my sneakers on, but not far enough to tie them. I needed to borrow Sunny’s hair dryer anyway. I practically waddled across the hall and knocked on the door.

Eventually the youngest child answered, wearing shorts, of all things. Sometimes I wonder about those kids. I went in through Sunny’s bedroom to her bathroom and rummaged around in her cabinet for her hair dryer.  I tried being quiet, but that became close to impossible, considering all the things she had crammed in that cabinet. Who puts Oreos in the back of their bathroom closet? In spite of my efforts, I woke Sunny earlier than she needed to be awake. She sounded frustrated at first, but when I asked where her hair dryer was, she calmed down again. After she directed me to its hiding place, (in a desk drawer, of all places), she asked me why I had so many clothes on. I replied by asking Jarvis what the temperature was, to which he (it? Still not sure on that one) replied approximately 44.3 degrees. She thought that wasn’t too bad, there must have been a warm front come through. I looked at her, hair dryer pointed at my head, and informed her that was the temperature inside. She was as thrilled with that answer as I was. Noticing my shoelaces were undone, she called the smallest kid in to tie them for me. I asked him if he still had his bow biters, and could I please borrow them for the day. He soon was smirking as he slipped the Kermit the Frog heads onto my shoes, tied the laces tightly, and clamped the mouths over the bows.

As I was leaving the apartment, I suggested she layer up. I told her I was going to check with Miss Potts about maybe making soup for lunch. One last stop by my apartment to grab my long cowl and a hat, I headed up to the not-much-warmer workplace.

At least there was coffee, I thought, grabbing one of the spare coffee cups in the cupboard and pouring a cup. My eyes nearly bugged out when I took a sip. I think this coffee could climb out of the cup, walk across the room, and slap the drinker awake. I must have made a choking noise as Clint walked around the corner, because he chuckled and informed me that he made coffee super-strong. I held out the cup to him, still shuddering, and he dumped the contents into his own cup, grinning at my expression. His laughter followed him back down the hall to the lounge.

Miss Potts came in with Coulson, offering him some coffee. She looked at me curiously as she talked with him, then informed me that he would be staying another night or two, but we were expecting a couple other people to arrive for an afternoon meeting; Sunny and I would be expected to keep ourselves out of the way. Stark Industries would be working with a skeleton crew, so she would be in her office until then. I did ask her if I could raid the cafeteria again, in case the usual places weren’t delivering, and she told me to get whatever I needed. Smiling and thanking her, I sat down to make up a list. About half an hour later, Jarvis informed me that there was a local grocery store that was making deliveries in the area, so I had him transmit my list to them. By the time Sunny arrived for work at 9, I was separating out the groceries. Soon we were up to our elbows peeling, chopping, mixing, and stirring. Within an hour, soup was bubbling on the stove and in the crockpot. Clint sniffed his way into the kitchen area, lifting lids and tasting until I caught sight of him and whacked the back of his hand with a wooden spoon, scowling at him. I was busy angrily humming “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” about to put a loaf of bread into the oven. He wisely retreated.

By the time noon arrived, we’d managed to increase the temperature in the kitchen to almost 60. Not hard to do with pots of gumbo, chicken noodle, tomato rice, and vegetable beef soups simmering on the stove and chili bubbling in the crock pot, and cornbread, honey-oat bread and sourdough rolls baking in the ovens. One of Steve’s buddies had arrived an hour or so ago, and they had recently come down from the training room. Surprisingly, Bucky had been sulking in the kitchen with us since his arrival. I felt a bit gratified when Steve’s friend (he introduced himself as Sam) mentioned it was a bit cool, but then he dismissed it as a result of their recent workout. I was trying to mentally rewrite the theme song from Disney’s “Frozen,” but I had gotten stuck. I tried to not be obvious as I backed up to the oven door to warm my butt. There was no warming my toes, however, and so I was going to just be cold until the heating was working again.

Sunny had managed to take my mind off of my frozen appendages by getting me singing silly songs. Bucky was sitting at the counter sulking over his cup of coffee, Steve and Sam were at the table talking, the occasional disappointed or annoyed glance sent Bucky’s way from Steve or Sam, respectively. Tasha had just come in with Coulson, who had apparently gone to the theater where she had found him, and Clint was pouring himself his umpteenth cup of coffee when Miss Potts and The Man had entered with another stranger. Sunny, as usual, clammed up as soon as The Man left the elevator. I nudged her though, once more softly singing at her. She frowned and mumbled the reply. Bucky smirked, and joined in quietly on the reply the second time. The three latest-come continued with their earnest conversations. I’m not completely sure when Dr. Banner came in, but he picked up on the reply too. Miss Potts cocked her head towards us soon afterwards, as everyone in the room – except for the three huddled in conversation – were soon singing softly together in almost-harmony.  All three finally turned their attention to the rest of us as we got to the very end, all of us just singing everything, ending with a giant crescendo of “BUT BABY IT’S COOOOOOOOOLD OOUUUUUTTTTTTSIIIIIIIIIIIDE!!!!!”

There was a lot of laughter, and apparently a lot of confusion from Himself. He looked around, from face to face, and finally asked if lunch was ready. I gave Sunny a perturbed glance and said yeah, as soon as the cornbread was done. At least Dr. Banner suggested we just serve in the kitchen instead of trying to fit everything on the table, making less work for us. We stepped back and let them serve themselves, wiping up the drips and crumbs when they were all seated with their lunch. A few minutes later, Miss Potts suggested we sit down and eat with them. After exchanging a glance with Sunny, we dished up some soup and managed to find places at the table, Sunny between Bucky and Steve, me between Steve and Tasha. There was awkward silence, it seemed, so Miss Potts introduced the other new guest at the table as Col. James Rhodes, a friend of The Man.  He asked us how we liked living and working in the Tower for The Man. He was looking at Sunny which gave a free moment to growl under my breath. I shivered as a cold draft crossed the back of my neck. I muttered to Steve and Tasha they could move a little closer. They responded by edging slightly away from me, I looked to each of them and said, “No, seriously, move closer!”

I guess it was a little louder than I expected because everyone was looking at me. I informed the table that I was cold. There was a bit of a rant by me, a bit of sass back from The Man, and then I repeated my conversation with Jarvis about the temperature in my apartment, why it was that cold, and why Jarvis couldn’t fix it. He sat there blinking for a moment, I could almost see him running the calculations and specs back from the top floor down until he hit the area of the problem. He mentioned fixing it after their after lunch meeting. Miss Potts, bless her heart, insisted the meeting could wait for a while. He agreed, and Tasha nudged me with her shoulder.

After we were finished – well most of us, at least – Tony and his buddy Rhodey left to go figure out where the exact location of the problem was and get it fixed sooner rather than later. Sunny and I made quick work of the dishes, wiping everything down. Then, on a whim, I pulled up a recipe from back home and started pulling out ingredients. Most everyone had drifted away to other parts of the Tower, except Bucky. He was still in the kitchen, though he had moved his bowl to the other side of the island from me. He was working on his 4th bowl of soup. He watched as I poured the batter into two large pans and popped them into the oven. I made a quick round of the lounge for stray dishes before finishing up.

When The Man reappeared to announce that the heat was restored, looking quite proud of himself (naturally), Bucky had finished at least one more bowl of soup (I think he had a bowl of each kind). The Man’s eyes lit up and he made a beeline for the brownies I had just pulled from the oven. I smacked the hand that reached for a spatula to cut and take one. I warned him to let them cool for at least 20 minutes before trying to eat any. Then I covered the soup pots and asked them to let me know when they were done. I planned to return to put away the leftovers at that time.

I returned to my apartment to unpack another of the boxes I brought back with me from Christmas. Spazzie had found a warm patch of sunlight to laze around in. It wasn’t long before I got out of most of the layers I put on earlier. True to his word, The Man had fixed the heat. That’s about the time I turned and whacked the cup of hot chocolate I had made for myself. It quickly soaked my shirt and lap. Ugh, I am going to have to take a quick shower before returning to work.

At least I knew better than to just jump into the shower. The water is still cold, not even warmer than it was this morning. I guess I’ll have to rub his nose – ugh, remind  - The Man that he said the Tower never runs out of hot water. For now, I think I’ll just sort of sponge off the cocoa and put on some new clothes before I go back to the kitchen. At least tomorrow everything should be running again.

#Sunshine + Kittens #Stark Tower #Jarvis doesn't get sarcasm #Jarvis can't fix the problem #no heat #no hot water #no hair dryer #Can't reach my shoelaces #Cooking up a storm #Clint Barton #Clint's coffee is alive #it's nasty #Pepper Potts #Agent Coulson #warming the kitchen #by cooking #four kinds of soup #and chili #And brad #and rolls #and cornbread #welcome Sam and Rhodey #Bucky Barnes #not the cat #Natasha Romanov #sam and Bucky don't get along #Steve and Natasha don't understand plain talking #I'm tired of being cold #Bruce Banner #Baby It's Cold Outside!

[survivormuxloe]

Episode #10: "This is why people hate the gays” - Michael

Oh my fucking god did y’all see that tribal I was like butch it’s me I’m going like bye bye omg but NO it was simply a vote reveal and the idol WILL be mine

So a few things to go over...

One, the plan to get rid of Felix was successful and bought me and Michael another day...HOWEVER, it would appear that I was not the first person to make it to the end of the bridge, which is a shame cuz I REALLY needed this idol, but it's okay.

Because Michael is still gonna be considered a bigger threat than me, and the most likely to go home if we both don't win immunity. That being said, I'm REALLY hoping I can pull this immunity off cuz it'd just be nice to not have to worry about it being me at tribal.

i'm on highkey alert starting now.... this round (and honestly for the rest of the game) is prime time for blindsides and the waters are ripe for it... i really wouldn't be shocked if i'm targeted and have to play my idol hmph. i really really really just want to be able to use it successfully and i will feel content af with my game no matter what happens...

my plan to take out jones is slowly unfolding, i worked on ryan earlier, and got him to see jones as a ringleader.. and he wants her out soon.. which is perfect for me hehe.. i just dropped some hints here and there that she has a lot of connections.. and now he's paranoid that she's gonna bring together a group of michael/david/mo/ahrre... which is perfect for me since i can use him to take her out... funny enough im not sure when i should take out ryan, he's definitely a threat going forward... but if i play my cards right i can take both of them out because i'm also painting ryan as a big target to some of the others hehe.. im trying not to overplay rn bc my ass is not on the line for votes currently, one misstep and I'm gone

im so mad.. rn LMAOAOAOAO like. jones is overplaying as hell n i want michael gone SOOOOOO BAD but i gotta be fake af.. almsldndg

me n ryan r the best duo tho like.. i think ive convinced everyone thet we arent as together as they think umu

So Felix went home. Which I knew about despite voting for Michael. I thought it was gonna be like 5-5 and tobi was considering to flip to avoid rocks. I didnt want Felix gone personally so I sent in a vote for Michael knowing it wouldnt change the outcome.

Jones is really overplaying wanting this next vote to be a split vote. Like no its 3-3-3 that way. THATS NOT SAFE. ITS ASKING for someone to flip. NO. Jones is going home this round or next round. Thats the T.

extra shit.. me tobi rhys ryan are all mad susp of miss jones and i think im tryna convince all of them to stick wth her plans until f7 and us 4 can cut her ass out of the equation :) yayayaya im excited. girl deserves it after her overplaying last week as much as i love her

Wiggling my way out of danger was a huge success, now i'm just hoping to lay low and not cause much drama and basically let the larger players; David, Rhys, Jones take one another out which will allow me to hopefully slip through the cracks and make it far.

nvm idk how to feel ab my position anymore ignore all previous confessionals that i praise myself LMAOAOAOAOA

It’s critical that I try my best to win immunities since my name and David’s is on the line and I’d rather he’d go than me. My best plan is to use Jones to my advantage she has a lot of sway with the other side and by playing off her need to be the leader and to have power to keep me in this game. Everybody wants power and everyone wants control and if Jones thinks that she has control over both sides of the tribe then she’s not gonna get suspicious and take me out.

So I’m a little disheartened by the touchy subjects results. I won “the biggest goat” and “who doesn’t deserve to be here” and it sucks because these people are my friends and I guess most of them think this. But water off a ducks back, I’m going to smile and keep moving forward. I wanna win.

Another day another update. So from were we left off Felix did end up going home good shit he didn't have an idol. He did play the vote reveal thing but I doubt that changed anything in the slightlest lel. That attempt from Scott to save face by also voting Felix is cute tho hehe.

Anyhow so after that we went to touchy subjects which tbh I was waiting because that would be an opening in my game. So Ryan and Rhys think I'm a goat which it's not suprising considering they're the ones I talk to the least. However most importantly Mo was picked as the goat by the most people.

Now this is a tough game and everyone is putting a lot of effort into it so imo it's not easy to point out a goat and Mo is understandably feeling down because he's as much into this game as everyone else. So I knew this was my opportunity to make a move because Mo will be wanting to prove himself to others so if I'm gonna try something this is my best oportunity to get his vote.

Now I grab Michael and David as well who are in a desperate spot and BAM we have the underground boys. So now the plan is simple. Tobi told me they want to split the votes between Mo and Michael in case Michael has an idol, so we get them to split then Mo and me flip and hopefully get someone.

That someone should be Ryan IMO because he's def a duo with rhys and even a stronger duo with Scott. So birds one stone. Plus he called me a goat so hey thre's that :)

lmfao i'm getting dead silence from half the tribe and totally awkward conversation from Jones... definitely getting the vibe that i'm the target. I know Scott got tea from Tobi that Jones has concocted some scheme to split the vote on me and/or rhys or something to that extent? idek i need the full picture tomorrow but lol. should be a fun show no matter what happens

Ok so Michael, David, Fabricio and I formed an alliance because were kind of on the outs. I know this is weird because I had rough pasts with all of them but I really like this alliance. Now, do I trust Michael? Absolutely fucking not, he already lowkey threw me under the bus after the alliance was made. By telling Jones I told him. So I want him gone soon.

bih.. i aint in the mood today at all..

first of all last night touchy subjects. david wins lol x. i get most trusted n least trusted bc thats a thing ig. werk mama.

then to make matters worse... miss jones wants to split on either me or ryan incase michael idols ...

n now ive told tobi abou  t my idol n idk why im just feelin quirky n cool lol

I have to laugh... this game gets wilder by the minute... my position right now is really fragile but its good if i play it right... right now i have a lot of influence over what happens hehe... like i swear to god i feel cocky but lets review some things. 1. Jones is wrapped around my finger... i've been playing this whole super supportive ally and she even gave us the name "kermit and miss piggy" for our duo (me being miss piggy obv) and i've been working hard on her.. i got her to realize michael was actually super manipulating and was using her for a lot of things.. which is funny because that's exactly what im doing to her... she even showed me some stuff he wrote to her and i was consistently telling her that im trying to protect her from being manipulated by him... i swear to god im evil HAHA and like i love her and all but she's a huge social threat and if i see a clear shot im gonna take her out 2. scott scott scott... we were sharing idol guesses a few days ago and he went ghost on me on the guesses... i had suspicions that he was close to getting/had the idol... AND HE LITERALLY TOLD ME HE HAD IT I WAS LIKE OMGGG like this made me SO relieved because that means that i don't have to worry about the merge idol popping up without me knowing, but after i leaked his idol in Saint Vincent i have NO idea why he told me again... like this obv makes me wanna take him out and do stuff but im not gonna leak it again... i think. But like im not here to play fiddle to him... im here to win and if i have to take him out later i will... but the thing is that i don't know when a good time to take him out is, if im in f6 with a bunch of goats, the target is gonna be on me... so i have to think more about what im gonna do about him 3. ryan... i haven't been working hard on him, but he did come up to me with a plan to get me, him, rhys, and scott to the f4 like omg thats pretty iconic but going to f4 with a challenge beast like ryan? i have to laugh... im not stupid... challenge beasts have been the bane of my org career and im not about to let it happen again here... i have a lot on my plate right now, and im playing hard, but what's lovely is that i dont think im a threat to anyone? at least in comparison to the scott/ryan/jones clusterfuck that im gonna try to orchestrate, im lowkey... i swear to god if i actually pull this shit off.... my mind... but then again i might just flop again like usual so who knows hehe

now that ik my name has been thrown out im so nerv ALMFNHFg like i dnt wanna be blindsided 5-4 o.o but uhm i hope for the best n hopefully im smart enuff to play idol ?

i just want jones gone is that so much to ask

idk How to make confessionals apparently Bc I KEEP FORGETTING AHHH Michael comes to me right after the Felix vote and says “hey David crossed the bridge the idol’s gone” and I’m like MOTHERFUCKER. I WAS THIS FUCKING CLOSE. And it obviously scared me because either of them could be lying and one of them could have the idol. And I OF COURSE PANICKED. The next day I went to try and cross the bridge (Bc I was on 90) and I ACTUALLY DID IT!!! but guess what,,,,, THERE WAS NOTHING!!!!! HORRAY!! Idk what I’d do with myself if I got an idol tbh,, that shits scary. But yeah knowing that the idol is gone AND THAT I heard it from Michael first is hella scary and that could mean 3 things - A) theyre felling the truth and it’s gone, B) Michael’s a liar and Has it, or C) David lied to Michael and David has the idol. So right now this information is fucking with my head. And it’s deeeefinitely going to in the next vote.

So David wins immunity and I’m not THAT bothered by it? Of course it just makes things harder for everyone else Bc the original plan was to split between Michael and David, BUT NOW WE CANT. Either way Michael has to go home. He has a really terrible way of getting into everyone’s head and it’s not good for anyone. Plus if he makes it to the end he has such a good chance at winning with an underdog story it’s not even funny ajddjkf. BUT Theres still the possibility that one of those two has an idol, and we really have to think wisely on who would go in case that happens. Tobi thinks Mo is the safer move, but I really don’t think there’s a point in getting rid of someone that everyone thinks of as a sheep. Plus I’d like to sit with him in the end soooooo yeah. My personal preference on who the “blindside target” would be is Ryan. I love him to DEATH and Sweyn to the end, but he’s a challenge threat, and we have to pick off Sweyn eventually if the Muppet alliance wants to be victorious. Michael and david are already on board with getting him out anyway Bc they think he and Rhys are “tight” lol. But right now the vote split should be 7-2 on Michael as far as I know, there’s a solid chance that Mo will get a vote and if he does I’ll actually DIE. Also /according to Michael/, he said that Mo came to him and told him was voting for Michael. AND LIKE THATS THE THING MICHAEL IS PLANTING SEEDS IN MY HEAD THAT MO ISnt some I can trust and that /scares me/ which is why he has to go. If the tribal goes right, Michael goes, if Michael plays an idol, Ryan goes. If it’s a tie between Ryan and Mo, Ryan goes.,,, hopefully.

So, Touchy Subjects, Im almost irrelevant, atleast im honest.

Anyway, The vote plan is Michael. However Jones is scared of an idol. I dont really want to split a vote but Jones is persistant on it. Ive been talking with people and apprently the split vote is on Mo.

However I talk to Ahrre and he knows this information too? Im on the bottom of whatever this is. Like I NEVER hear stuff first. I NEVER feel like I acctually know whats going on.

So to be honest. I dont feel like im going to win. Atleast not on this path. So I need to take a peck at the leader. Jones. Mo and Ahrre are said to be in her pocket. This is bad for 2 reasons. Jones has more power, and they arent doing much thus will be dragged to the end. So removing power, and increasing my odds of getting to the end will be great.

So the split vote is set to be 5-2-2. However, I can safely tell Michael that its 2 on Mo. So Michael & David both vote Mo. This is 5-4. We just need 1 flip to make this happen. So that could either be me, changing my vote to Mo. Perhaps someone else could flip beside me. Fingers crossed.

So it seems like once again I am getting voted and with the amount of idols and such out there it’s getting more and more scary being this bitch who’s constantly getting voted because at any point I’m either getting the majority or I’m getting idolled out. I’m just hoping and praying that everything goes well and I need to start winning immunity

i like don't know what's happening fahsdfhas. i kinda snapped and messaged michael for some reason, i think to see if he was gonna vote me.. and i kinda told him/he asked and i confirmed that there's a split plan in motion and he told me him/david are voting Mo and i was like well if you don't want me out i don't want you out... and Scott tells me he heard throuoght the grapevine (from tobi who heard from ahrre who was told by michael fjasld) that Michael said it was RHYS that let him know??? i'm. so idk faksdjf but i'm floundering a bit tbh. there's like less than 3 hrs until tribal so i hope i figure out concretely whats gonna happen

Alright so let's go through a couple of things.

I WON IMMUNITYYYY. Omg, it felt so good to get redemption after losing this same challenge in my first org. (I got the tiebreaker there too and was WAY off, LOL fuck me) And anyways, it feels good to not have to worry about it being me tonight and to have a spot in the final 8. Hopefully this shows people that I've BEEN here to friggin play.

So now as it stands for tribal tonight...myself, Michael, Mo and Ahrre are gonna vote Ryan out. The other side are planning to split their votes 3 for Michael and 2 for Mo cuz they think Ahrre and Mo are voting for Michael. If all goes well and no idols get played, then we're in for the biggest power shift this season has seen and I cannot wait to be a part of that shift, cuz it's FUCKING GO TIME BABY

ugh the idol paranoia i'm having rn........ i can't if i go home w the idol im gonna hate myself n if i misplay the idol im gonna hate myself jlskhfd like this vote is so uncertain to me.. i could be overthinking but i just dk... so like i almost want to just be messy and get the other 5's votes on me and idol myself…

ok so messy ryan jumped out and acted on his idolinpocket paranoia flaksdhf. i talked to both mo and michael and threw jones under the bus pretty bluntly.. mo seemed to already knoow that jones created the split plan w him as the vote, and is just acting like he thinks he's going home so idk if thats genuine or not. michael on the other hand, seems genuinely thinking it was between him or mo and now wants to get ahrre and me to vote mo with him and david and rhys who already voted mo. fladfjas so i've realized i was highkey overthinking but. this is interesting

Right so idek where I left off but I think it was right after the underground boys were formed. Anyhow so Jones was weary of ryan so she thought about voting him, thing is he only wanted him as a backup plan in case Michael played an idol because everyone and their mums want him dead at the end of the day I guess.

So I'm like ok let's get michael and david to vote ryan with us and then while one of us still votes michael to make it a 4-3-2, (without letting her know Mo was with us and that I would vote ryan anyways lel) but then she freaked out and so did everyone really and they suddenly didn't want to split anymore and everyone was voting Michael.

However I managed to convince Tobi (and by proxy the rest of sweyn cause let's face it tobi is on top of this game that's another guy I've got to get rid of) to split the vote anyways, so as it stands Tobi and Rhys are voting Mo and Ryan Scott and Jones are voting Michael. But the thing is that they think Mo and me are also voting Michael but in reality we're gonna vote Ryan so it SHOULD be 4 votes Ryan 3 Michael and 2 Mo.

Now my worry is that if Ryan plays an idol it all goes to shit but I'm trying my hardest to make sure he doesn't know. Anyhow let's see how this plays out.

It doesn’t feel good to be facing elimination especially now that jones is voting me. Any slight deviation from the plan for anyone could lead to my elimination but I hope that now ryan is voting mo that I might just scrape by once again and with jones’ Transparent game she shouldn’t be Long behind Ryan.

lmao so they (michael, david, ahrre, mo) tried to pull off a rly good move flipping their votes onto me. and if only rhys hadn't had to sleep early and didnt vote Mo, I'd be sitting pretty but they did that.... unfortunately for them, apparently Jones fucked up heavily and immediately voted Michael in the revote? did i hear that correctly? KLFSJLDFHS WIG. i kinda feel bad bc... i really should be leaving here but.... wig. I had done some campaigning to Mo before I found this out and think i was making some good groundwork to get him to keep me and he was at least oon the fence, so i might have had a shot even if jones were gonna vote me. but wig.. if she really did that, then that means me and scott have made the final 8 and we still have 2 idols in our pockets WHEW. big moves is coming ladies

This is why people hate the gays smh. Please be ryan please be ryan please be ryan go home Ry ry

ugh can't believe my best friend michael is leaving tonight ): LMSHNBG am i fuck..

legit im sooooo happy ryan is staying altho a little peeved as well tbh.. i coulda had 2 idols :flushed: but i wont complain.............

anyway. i still think jones is crazy n her idea of trying to get me to flip on ryan is absolutely absurd ALMJFNFG like bitch.. i know im on the bottom if i flip im not dumb why do u think i didnt vote mo like u told me to lAMNFHBFG IJS!!

i just gotta win immunity next week n im confirmed at least f5? hopefully? LAMNHFBFG like. i dont wanna. be tied on. and i wanna keep this idol for the l0ong haul. which is why i told ryan and tobi. oooop. LAMNJHBFG.

PROB NOT A GOOD IDEA TELLING TOBI but i rly do trust him this time around... he gives me legit all the tea n i do the same back :flushed:

lolll i lvoe having the worst jury management :))) love sticking to sides :)))) like i aint gunna clear that perception up by voting ryan suck my dick he trusts me and thats all i care about..

like. im gunna be hounded on for not flipping to a side who wants me out n thats so annoying!! i rly cant win aLMFHFG. these cunts can fuck off idc ill argue with every single one of them

michael... he's a cockroach... he wont just DIE like there have been so many times where there was something stopping him from leaving... last round jones wanted felix so we obliged and now its this stupid tie revote kjflkjdf like this is exactly why i wanted him out earlier... getting numbers against him is gonna be hard and i really hope his ass leaves in the revote... he should anyway hehe.. i have a few options going forward and i feel like i could possibly do a lot but the question is do i want to be doing a lot??? if people start thinking that im a threat then shit LMAO but the thing is there are so many goats and pawns (mo, ahrre, david) that if you do anything significant, your threat level is obvious and like i want to take out some of the threats but im worried if i take out too many,,, the goats will become sentient and take my ass out... i just need to take this one vote at a time while planning for the future its simple :^)

ITS BEEN A MESSY 24 HOURS AND HERES THE FUCKING TEA so the vote ended up being a tie. NOT THE ONE I PREDICTED. It ended up being a Michael/Ryan tie. AND IMMEDIATELY AFTER AJ EXPLAINS THE RULES MICHAEL BLOWS UP MY WHOLE FUCKING GAME (almost.) he says “Jones you orchestrated this vote follow through with it” AND IM???? LITERALLY??? Ryan was never a target of mine,,, never the main target I mean BUT NEVER A TARGET. David Mo and Michael all told me that Ryan was gunning for me though,, but that was AFTEr I revoted for Michael sooooooooo that’s the tea. But like,, Michael is,, kind of being an asshole. Very much so. I feel like he’s taking advantage of my emotions to try and manipulate me into Saving him, but I really wouldn’t mind if either him or Ryan went?? Preferably Michael obviously lol. He was never someone I wanted to take to the end anyway, so it’s better to get rid of him while we can lol. Also!!? That dumbass shit that Michael said on hangouts??? Rhys and Ryan made a whole ass 180 in our relationship Bc THEY THOUGHT I VOTED FOR RYAN BC OF WHAT MICHAEL SAID AKDJKDFNJF. Thank god I was actually able to work it out with them, but like,,, fuck that scared me. This is why Michael needs to go Bc he’s a loose cannon and will DESTROY MY GAME. OFF WITH HIS FUCKING HEAD

i finally understand why no one respects Mo as a player lol, he really has no back bone of his own at all..

The vote ties 4-4-1, and Michael is sent home 4-3 after a revote.

#episode #royallyyours

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Doctor Who Series 11 Review Part 9/10: It Takes You Away

Air date: 2 December 2018

The end of the series is upon us, but this is the last hurdle we have to get through. I should tell you that there is a New Years special coming (how it got moved from Christmas we may never really know) and of course, I’ll be reviewing it as part of this series.

I’ve got to say, after the mediocrity of the past couple of weeks, this episode is a pretty good pickup, even though some things came out of nowhere.

This week’s spoiler-free thought: “If you do not fight, then you will not survive!”

Spoilers after the break, along with an explanation of the obvious tokusatsu references that are more complicated when you think about it.

Character development out of nowhere

The focus for character development goes back to Graham and Ryan this episode. My main question in that regard is, “Why does Ryan start calling Graham ‘grandad’ now? What made him gain his respect when he was barely involved in the main story?”

If you recall at the start of the series, Ryan doesn’t properly recognise Graham as his (step-)grandad, even after his father abandoned him, his mother died and his grandmother (Grace) died. We’ve seen Ryan and Graham working with each other at various points, but his fist bumps weren’t reciprocated. However in this episode (from what I saw), it took Graham recognising how the real Grace would never let him leave Ryan in danger for him to be finally recognised as his grandad. Even then, Ryan presumably heard a recount of the events from Yaz, who got sent back through the portal before Graham’s realisation.

Personally, I think Ryan has gradually come to respect Graham as a family member throughout the series, which would be a better explanation for this, along with the fact that Graham misses Grace just as much as Ryan does. In a way, Ryan and Graham’s relationship has become a mini-arc in this series. As we heard in Episode 4, Ryan seemingly prefers to be with Graham than his birth father; this has come full circle in this episode.

Ryan has a slip of the tongue when he accidentally offends Hanne by bringing up the prospect of her father, Erik, abandoning her, having himself had his father “do a runner” on him. There is a bit of tension between them during the episode, but their animosity is resolved when they go into the anti-zone, eventually parting on good terms at the end.

Just smash the hatred-reflecting mirror!

Given the premise and events of this episode, this episode is basically a lighter version of Kamen Rider Ryuki in a nutshell. This Kamen Rider series was adapted in 2009 as Kamen Rider Dragon Knight, but I’ll be focusing on references for the former because I’m more familiar with that series.

At the start, I thought Erik and Hanne were like Shiro and Yui Kanzaki, but deep into the episode, I realised that the Solitract was more like Shiro, with a hint of the Great Eye of Kamen Rider Ghost and DJ Sagara of Kamen Rider Gaim. The Solitract universe is like the Mirror World of Ryuki, but there are some elements taken from the Gamma World of Ghost and the Helheim Forest of Gaim.

If you don’t know about Ryuki, the series is about Shiro starting a Rider War to save his sister, Yui, who would cease to exist on her 20th birthday because she was her other self from the Mirror World; the real Yui died when their abusive parents confined them to their attic. Shiro used his and Yui’s childhood drawings to create the Mirror Monsters and the Advent Decks. He gave the Advent Decks to people who would become his Riders so they would fight each other and the monsters to be the last Rider standing for a chance to have a wish granted. Shiro’s intention was to face off (through a representative Rider) against that last Rider and win so he could get that wish for himself and save Yui. Shiro orchestrated the Rider War because he didn’t want to be lonely, while the Solitract wanted to be with the rest of the universe despite its disruptive nature - you can see the connection here.

The plot with Graham having to face a deceased friend or loved one has been done several times in the Kamen Rider series, with the characters concerned eventually realising that their resurrected friend or loved one is not real. This was done with Haruto and Koyomi in a movie following the end of Kamen Rider Wizard and in Kamen Rider Taisen, albeit horribly (to repeat from last week’s review, watch this video from 15 minutes in).

As for Grace’s appearance in this episode, the comparison is basically the same as I stated in the Episode 4 review, though she reflects Ex-Aid’s Saki more than Build’s Kasumi.

Solitract - a better misunderstood villain

There isn’t necessarily an enemy for this episode, though you could really count the Solitract as a misunderstood villain. This time around, the misunderstood villain premise is done better because there is no actual villain in this episode.

So the Solitract is a consciousness that was exiled because it was preventing the rest of the universe from properly coming together. It attempted to create a portal to the universe because he wanted to learn about and be a part of it. The Solitract lured Erik and Graham into staying in its universe by creating images of their deceased loved ones, namely Trine and Grace, that they could not reject. However, the Doctor managed to convince them that they were not real, leading it to send them back through the portal.

It was weird to see the Doctor talking to a frog with Grace’s voice, which was apparently the Solitract’s preferred form (because that’s the next best thing to having Kermit the Frog on the show and I would probably have liked it better that way). In the end, the Solitract lets the Doctor go as well and they part as friends.

Some people may see parallels between the Solitract and human relationships in society, but I don’t agree because while there are lots of fish in the sea, as humans like to say, the Solitract hasn’t got anyone else due to its disruptive nature.

Other general thoughts

Graham hears mirror noises, but they’re not that kind of mirror noises, if you know what I mean.

Before Erik disappeared, he barricaded his house and left Hanne to fend for herself, placing monster recordings that would play at a certain time each day so that she would not leave the house (implying some animals don’t leave their offspring to fend for themselves in the wild). To that point, Erik can also be perceived as a misunderstood villain because of that.

I’m pretty sure that the Doctor has a thing for Yaz at this point; just look at the favouritism she has been getting throughout the series. To be honest, it’s starting to get annoying because unlike Graham and Ryan, she hasn’t had a lot of character development.

Also, where did Yaz get the idea to “reverse the polarity”? This is the point where I can officially say that the line has become misused and overused.

Summary and verdict

I didn’t need to point anything out about diversity and representation because everything else in the episode overshadowed it. No SJW red flags, either (a reviewer has compared the encounter between the Doctor and the Solitract to lesbian representation, but I don’t agree with it).

Graham and Ryan’s character development reaches a climax in this episode. Tokusatsu references were aplenty. The misunderstood villain plot points were written better in this episode. Even better, Grace O’Brien can be confirmed to have been a recurring character for this series. The Doctor talking to a frog, however, was a bit weird.

Rating: 9/10

Stay tuned next week as I review the tenth and final episode, The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos. There will also be an epilogue post summing up my thoughts on the series as a whole and as I said at the start, I will definitely be reviewing the New Years special when it comes. Speaking of next week, could a certain someone be returning?

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Natalie Dormer Explores the Dark and Twisty World of 'Picnic at Hanging Rock' (Exclusive)

Natalie Dormer wasn't exactly seeking out a project like Picnic at Hanging Rock when it came across her lap last year. After all, the 1967 Joan Lindsay novel on which the six-episode Amazon Prime miniseries is based, is widely considered to be one of Australia's most revered texts. But it was a personal pitch in the form of a letter Dormer received from showrunner and director Larysa Kondracki that quickly diminished any qualms she may have had about taking on such sacred, complex source material.

"When I spoke to Larysa Kondracki, I realized how bold and inspiring she was in her vision for the show. It was sort of infectious," Dormer tells ET. "Having read the first three scripts, which were so beautifully written by Beatrix Christian, it was the combination of the writing and hearing Larysa talk so passionately about her vision that really drew me to it."

Set in 1900, the story -- told through a modernized lens -- revolves around the mysterious disappearance of four schoolgirls from an Australian boarding college, headed up by the cunning and strict headmistress, Mrs. Hester Appleyard (Dormer), during an innocent Valentine's Day picnic at Hanging Rock. The aftermath of their sudden vanishment unravels a litany of repercussions for the school, its students, its staff and the surrounding community. As the search for the missing schoolgirls heats up, the secret Hester's been hiding about who she really is begins to consume her. (The tale was previously adapted into a 1975 film by director Peter Weir.)

“I was just like, ‘Who the hell is this woman?’" Dormer says of her initial reaction to Hester. "She’s obviously not who she says she is, so you slowly strip back the layers to reveal her true self and what she’s running from. Larysa sent me this beautiful letter, where she wrote, 'We’re in danger of making her a two-dimensional villain. I need an actress who can humanize her and flesh her out.' It was a massive compliment." The former Game of Thrones star singled out one sentence in Kondracki's letter that still rings in her mind to this day: "‘I need an actress who can be terrifying one moment and vulnerable the next,' and I was intrigued by the challenge of doing that by humanizing this bully.”

It wasn't a difficult search for Kondracki -- whose first thought was "Absolutely not!" when she was asked to help develop the miniseries for television -- to find the perfect actress to play Mrs. Appleyard. Her first and only choice was Dormer. "We got on the phone and she didn't want to do it," Kondracki recalls. "We talked for like two, three hours and she was like, 'F**k, I'm coming to Australia.'" 

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"First of all, she's a fantastic human being and has such gravitas onscreen. She can be vulnerable yet strong, and she had comedic timing, and was able to be in a psychological thriller. It's a very demanding role. She's someone who's incredibly bright and an amazing partner," she says, adding that Dormer contributed to the project in "almost a producerial capacity." Kondracki believed that the 36-year-old actress is one of Hollywood's most underrated actresses. "She's someone, who, I don't think reached the peak of her career yet. She's been doing very well, she has a massive following and she's a big star, but you can tell that there's a hunger there to explore more. That's the best thing in an actress."

It wasn't until after Dormer committed to the miniseries that she read Lindsay's book, immediately falling in love with the provocative storytelling, lush visuals and nuanced writing, promising that the adaptation mirrors that same energy. "Joan Lindsay leaves so much subtext, so much left unsaid, so many questions unexplored on who these people are," Dormer says. "Bea really grabs that [and she] deliciously delves into who these various people are and the dynamics of them all together in the wake of this tragedy. The spirit and ethos of Joan Lindsay is very prevalent."

Dormer, though, was surprised by the profound heaviness she felt while playing Hester and said she "never felt comfortable in her shoes." Kondracki, for her part, shared that the shoot was one of the most difficult of her career.

"I wasn't expecting to find myself so saddened as the actress looking in," Dormer says. "I always look at my roles a little bit like friends and I view Hester as a tragic antihero. She's carrying so much pain. She's not self-aware at all. She hasn't processed any of her history or her trauma, and unfortunately, unwittingly, she doesn't mean to be cruel. It wasn't her original intention. She was trying to right the wrongs of her past, but in a misguided way, she ended up being oppressive and a tyrant. To me, that's sad. To me, that's tragic. I felt profoundly sorry for her in the end."

For Kondracki, Picnic atHanging Rock is "a meditation on the completion of time."

"[Lindsay's] point was that the rock was there a million years ago and it's going to be there a million years into the future, and we're just little ants that inhabit a tiny space, and then we go away. So who the f**k do we think we are?" she muses. "In that sense, what the show is examining is timeless. Other than the corsets and the fact that there are horses not cars, I relate to every single character here -- standing up for yourself, figuring out who you are, being a version of your best self and true to yourself without giving into what you think society wants you to be. That's tough."

Filming commenced on Picnic at Hanging Rock months before the #MeToo and Time's Up movements took hold last fall, but the relevancy in its themes makes it much more than a period drama. "Everyone's got problems and things are happening behind closed doors that we don't know, so it feels incredibly relevant. It has edge. It felt like Heathersand The Breakfast Club meets The Shining," Kondracki says. "Hopefully we're additive to that conversation. On the other hand, it's sad to me that [this is the case], but I'd rather be a part of it than not."

Picnic at Hanging Rock is available to stream on Amazon Prime.

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