#i still can't believe we had to deal with a karen through all of this
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Our only real “casualties” after Hurricane Ian were Dad’s Barbados cherry and the cosmos. Dad’s straightened out his baby already, and we’re not that bummed about the cosmos. One of our planters of succulents had blown over as well during the storm, and it kept setting off our motion alert at the front door because it kept getting rolled around (though my parents didn’t catch on to it until after the storm). Surprisingly, they all held firm to the pot, and they’re still thriving. We didn’t really think to bring those in because they’re just as heavy as our terracotta planters out back. We just didn’t think about the fact that they taper in at the base, so they’re top heavy.
The conservation sign has a little bit more of a lean to it, but nothing as bad as the others in the neighborhood. There’s one along the main drive that is practically lying flat at the edge of the wetland. The only thing holding it up is the thick edge of grass behind it. Some of the foliage at the edge of our wetland is starting to spring back upright on it’s own, but a lot of it is still lying flat.
One of the model homes lost a huge chunk of it’s roof shingles. There was like a 4x6 sheet of them lying on the grass in front of it when we walked the neighborhood after everything. We’re still finding damage around the neighborhood that we’ve missed with every other walk/drive we’ve been on. It’s still mostly tree and fence damage, but a few people are missing roof shingles. There’s at least one house missing a small section of siding. And there are a couple of houses that lost part of their house numbers.
Before the storm, our friend’s neighbor went a little Karen-mode on our friend and insisted that her daughter’s boyfriend move our friend’s planters inside. (There was honestly no need to move them, either. They weigh far too much to be a threat.) She kept making these excuses about “it’s what my landlord wants”, and she really escalated things by talking about lawsuits if our friend’s stuff got blown into her house. Our friend was so stressed out that she couldn’t even stop them from moving everything to her garage, and she threw the lawsuit thing back at them because the kid moved everything next to her car. (There’s normally room on the other side of her garage, but she let Mom park her car inside until Ian passed.) So, after the storm, the neighbor comes home shortly after we finish our little drive around town, and she starts making these non-apologies to our friend, and offering for the kid to move everything back, and our friend wasn’t having any of it. We’d already returned home when she’d pulled up, so we were just kind of watching from down the street. The next thing we know, this woman gets back into her car (with the daughter and her boyfriend), to come tell us that there’d “been some misunderstanding” between them and our friend, and that they “hadn’t meant to be rude or anything”, and “we were just trying to be good neighbors, because she’s all alone”. First of all, other neighbors had heard the original confrontation between them, and they said that she was being an ugly Karen about it. Second, we could hear her tone perfectly well from down the street as she approached our friend just minutes before (sound really carries in this neighborhood). She was still being a Karen with our friend, but she was suddenly pulling the sweet-and-innocent card with us. We weren’t buying it. Also, just because our friend’s nephew hasn’t been living there anymore, they know damn well that we’re always spending time with her. Dad is constantly over there to help her with stuff, we go on daily walks with each other, and we go for a drive together every weekend. We are a constant in our friend’s life. So acting like she’s a lonely spinster that they need to rescue is bullshit. This woman was very adamant that her daughter’s boyfriend move everything back for our friend, but we (our friend and us collectively) were very firm that we would be moving everything for her. For some reason, she didn’t like that. She kept throwing out “he works at Lowe’s, so he does this kind of thing all the time”. That’s nice, lady, but you have been told “no”, so leave it. Her toddler son understands “no” better than she does, and that’s sad.
#pippa's personal ramblings#my photos#hurricane ian#i still can't believe we had to deal with a karen through all of this
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The Real Deal - Matt Murdock x Witch!Reader
Warnings: I haven't wrote for Daredevil in a long while, so forgive me if i have mistaken details of the show.
Summary: You want to help your lawyers in their most challenging case, but the controversial nature of your skills leaves it up to question.
Tags: @chezagnes
Matt and Foggy meet you as one of their early clients and, in their perspective, you were a simple fortune teller unfortunately caught in a legal issue. Your case was so absurd that it represented easy work for them. Even in the strange times they were living in, it still made no sense. A matter of police profiling through the mass hysteria in the post Loki New York making you suspicious for carrying symbols of norse witchcraft. Runic readings weren't the only service you offered and your practices weren't culturally límited to what then started to be considered an asgardian danger. However, society was still adapting to the discovering and the clueless officers couldn't tell the difference between an asgardian sorceress and the neighborhood's witch. Your lawyers realized of that, and the instant fondness of you that at least half of the firm developed closed the deal for you to get out of trouble.
Unlike most of their clientele, you were managing to pay them in cash. Slow, but consistent payments that also worked as a way to stay in touch. Despite they were highly skeptical of your activity, they did appreciate their owned share of its product. Catholic belief wasn't an obstacle for Matt's flirting and his friend would never miss the chance to tease him for that when you were arround. That precise combination of factors made you be always welcome, but with each visit you noticed they were struggling deeper than just financtially.
They got in serious trouble attempting to legally save the neighborhood from gentrification taking down the lead of the dirty business surrounding it. Even their secretary was involved in the investigation, huge deal that made you feel quite concerned for all of them.
You were relatively new in the city, but that didn't mean you weren't inclined to help. The chain reaction would screw everyone over, except for the top rich.
You weren't an asgardian terrorist, but neither the easy to underestimate facade associated with your business. To some of your clients, the ones coming for meaningless issues or unethical things, you would ocassionally sell advice disguised of bullshit.However, you were a real witch performing unmistakeable results for causes that justified it.
Overhearing the plotting of your favorite lawyers, you found one that was worth all your efforts.
" Let me help you out with Fisk." You interrupted them instead of awaiting for Karen to take your payment. " … A full name, birth date and a personal object is all I need, for a start. "
Foggy couldn't believe what you had just proposed, taking it as absolute nonsense.
" Not in the mood for jokes, Princess Opal. We have a serious situation here, but we will call you to join the search if someone goes missing. "
You didn't let the demeaning comment bring you down, it was exactly what you expected of him.
" Believe it or not, I am a worker of justice just like you." You corrected him ríght away. " When your system fails, some people come to me hoping to rush the action of karma. Others want me to give them the hope in justice that their practicers can't provide. Do you have any idea of how many clients i get that are currently in legal battles, but don't trust the courts to give them what they need for the sake of it? How much work with justice i get demmanded? It's insane! Regardless of what you believe about it, you can't deny it says something. "
Matt was very silent, untill the tease got him snarky.
" We are working to make things better, I hope you will not resent us for winning that hope back. "
You smiled, already struggling to resist his charm. Despite he obviously couldn't see it, you could swear he noticed the effect he had in you.
" On the contrary, I admire you. I know of the kind of hard time you get when trying to do the ríght thing." You admitted, not realizing you were already toying with the tips of your hair. " When an obsessive weirdo comes asking me to magically force someone to love them, or to curse a coworker they envy, I sell them teraphy disguised with self satisfying witchy-sounding talk. Placebos, so they will get someting to come back for and not search for an unethical bastard that could either scam them worse or do the damage they want for the proper price. When worried parents bring a sick child, I do the real healing ritual for free and make up my costs doing readings or charging an asshole tax on the crazy ones. That's who I am, my concience makes me loose money, and i believe we are on the same page when it comes to business models. "
The comparison was strange, but it showed perfect understandment of their situation found in the weirdest of places.
" I was not aware there were ethics in witchcraft. "
" For you only, I'm willing to ignore my code. " You snarked back in a flirtatious tone. " Let me hex Fisk, show him something that would make him regret to mess with the neighborhood. "
Foggy was cautious of your slightly sinister expression at the end and started to think you trully believed in the power on your threat.
" Sounds like a mobster message, clearly not our style. "
" How would that work?" Karen interrupted him. " It won't kill anyone, ríght?"
Her friend stared at her in disbelief.
" You can't be serious. "
" Foggy, gods have fallen from the sky ... I say we let her give it a try. "
" Those were aliens, not gods. " Matt corrected. " I don't believe in curses, it comes with being a catholic. "
He did make you chuckle with that one.
" Well, hipocricy also comes with catholicism. "
" She got you … can't beat the allegations! " Foggy teased him ríght away. " Your fault for making us jump in defense of the beautifull savage for you to play missionary with. "
You both were left in evidence on a matter of seconds.
" Thanks, Foggy! It's the first lovely thing about me you have to say today."
He didn't intend to sound harsh, but he couldn't possibly understand you.
" Try to see things from my perspective: i feel like i'm being mocked. "
" If it eases your concience, the methods are mostly a facade. I'm the real deal, it runs in the blood. " You confessed, wondering if you would regret it later. " Mom thinks i got it from my father. I don't know, I never meet him and at this point i don't think I want to. Don't waste time asking me about that."
" Can you cast the honesty curse from ' Liar, Liar'? That would be really helpfull. " Foggy mocked you once more. " We seek to expose Fisk, get him in jail. Even if we could believe you, I don't see how your offer can be any usefull. "
At least you could say you got him Interested. Weirded, maybe, but attentive.
" I can curse his business. Mysterious incidents will keep happening and he will loose money. Of course, I believe the Devil is doing his part on that, but why not giving him some help? Fisk will be easier for you to legally take down if he has too many things to attend at once. A vigilante and the curse of a real witch should be enough to do the dirty work for you. One problem, he may attempt to solve, but who is going to warn him about me? Even if they would … Do you think he would believe it?"
The next objection came from Matt, but that didn't surprise you as it should.
" Well, for a start we don't work with vigilantes."
" Too late, i think he is working with you." You snarked back. " Sounds like a good plan to me. After all, your church believes witches are the devil's consorts, ríght?"
In that simple comment he obtained all the proof he needed to believe in your gifts, realization that stayed between him and you.
#matt murdock#daredevil#charlie cox#matt murdock x reader#daredevil x reader#charlie cox x reader#netflix daredevil
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Your prompt:
Shawn: WHY. why did you give Lassiter a KNIFE?!
Juliet: I'm sorry. They said they felt unsafe.
Shawn: Now I feel unsafe!
Juliet: I'm sorry.
Juliet : ... would you like a knife?
Your prompt:
Shawn: If Gus and I were drowning, who would you save?
Lassiter: You two can't swim?
Shawn: It's a hypothetical question, Lassiter! who would you save?
Lassiter: my time and effort.
Your prompt:
Shawn: They stole from me first!
Juliet : Mhm.
Shawn: Stole my heart...
Lassiter: It is still illegal to commit murder.
Your prompt:
Shawn: How's the sexiest person here~?
Juliet: I don't know, how are they~?
Shawn, flustered: I-
Lassiter, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!
Your prompt:
Shawn: Lassiter, my old arch enemy.
Declan : ... I thought I was your arch enemy?
Shawn: I have a life outside of you, Declan.
Your prompt:
Shawn: I CAN'T DO IT!
Gus, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
Shawn: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Jules: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Shawn:
Shawn: I appreciate it, Shawn: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
Lassiter : Shawn-
Shawn: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Despereaux: Shawn we gotta-Shawn: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Shawn: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Shawn, motioning to Karen: NOT FUCKING THIS
Your prompt:
Shawn: I'm kind of crushing on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is, because you're not going to like it Juliet: Just rip the bandage off.
Shawn: It's Lassiter.
Juliet: Put the bandage back on.
Your prompt:
Gus: Why are your tongues purple?
Lassiter: We had slushies. I had a blue one.
Shawn: I had a red one.
Gus: oh
Gus: OH
Juliet :
Juliet: You drank each other's slushies?
Your prompt:
Shawn: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!
Gus: To the city?
Shawn: Yeah, no matter what!
Buzz: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?
Shawn: I... I don't know!
Juliet: Oh come off it, be serious!
Shawn: I am serious!
Juliet: You're insane!
Lassiter: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!
Everyone:
Shawn: What???
Lassiter: Or maybe it was a basset hound!
Juliet, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!
Your prompt:
Shawn: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?
Juliet : Rude.
Lassiter: That's fair.
Gus: Not again.
Buzz: Are you going to want this back?
Your prompt:
Shawn: We need to get through this locked door. Juliet, give me your credit card.
Juliet : Here.
Shawn, pocketing it: Thanks.
Lassiter, kick down the door.
Your prompt:
Shawn: Lassiter, can I talk to you for a second?
Lassiter: Yeah, what's up? Lemme guess. You and Pierre are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?
Shawn: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I've read books.
Your prompt:
Shawn: Hey Pierre, Pierre: Yes?
Shawn: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on?
Pierre:
Pierre: Where's Lassiter?
Your prompt:
Shawn: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10?
Strive for greatness.
Pierre: Next time you're working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex's house down. You can do it. I believe in you.
Lassiter: There were so many mixed messages in that I can't-
Your prompt:
Shawn: Pierre, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?
Pierre: I don't know, love you, talk to you later
Shawn: Ok, I love you too, I just ask Lassiter.
Your prompt:
*The squad is having dinner together*
Shawn: Pierre, can you pass the salt?
Pierre: *Throws Lassiter across the table*
Your prompt:
Shawn: You have to apologize to Pierre
Lassiter: Fine.
Lassiter: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.
Your prompt:
Lassiter: *Gets down on one knee* Pierre: Oh my god, it's finally happening.
Lassiter: *Falls over*
Pierre: The poison is kicking in.
Your prompt:
Shawn: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?'
Shawn: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.
Your prompt:
Lassiter, threatening the others with a paintball gun: Listen... Life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... And today, it's gonna give you... a paintball!
Your prompt:
Lassiter: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.
*Lightning strikes Lassiter*
Lassiter: Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!
Your prompt:
Lassiter: Some of you may die, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
Your prompt:
Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like
Lassiter*
Lassiter: Okay, are you like BLIND?
You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.
#shassie incorrect quotes#incorrect psych quotes#shawn spencer#carlton lassiter#psych#shassie fic#Shassie#juliet o'hara#burton gus guster#buzz mcnab#despereaux#pierre despereaux#karen vick#messed up quotes
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Yandere Lip Gallagher x Fem/Reader
Requested // Request Rules // Prompt list
"hello! could i please request a yandere!lip gallagher x fem!reader with the prompts #11 “how many kids do you want?” and #5 “this is your home now.” thank you so much! 💖"
A/n - Hope you like it~ 💕
Submitted by @flowercrowns-goodvibes
Warning! Yandere behavior, Murder, Drugging, Cheating, Bad language, Manipulation, Delusion
Word count: 1,546
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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/
***Narrator's Pov***
You had Lip has been happily dating for about five years now, and you never thought that anything could go wrong. Until Karen shows up...
Karen wasn't really a girly girl, and she definitely wasn't your friend. You only tolerated her because Lip, your boyfriend, liked her. Not in that way, of course... right?
Time skip!~
***Y/n's Pov***
Welp, you were wrong. A few days later, you found your boyfriend in Karen's house. As per usual. Though what you didn't expect to find was him in Karen's bedroom. Her door was closed, and her mom wasn't home.
As you got closer to the door, you heard him... moan?
Lip?
You opened the door to a horrific sight. You saw your boyfriend of five years screwing Karen Jackson, the school slut. All you could feel was absolute disgust. He promised you he wouldn't cheat because every relationship you've had in the past ended because your partner cheated.
You couldn't even cry. You had your suspicions but you didn't want to believe them.
You left the house immediately with Lip at your tail.
"Y/n! Wait!"
Time skip!~
You just lay on your bed. Your eyes were still wet from crying. It was currently 9:32 pm, and Lip was still bombing your phone with messages. You couldn't bare to look at your phone. You didn't want to risk seeing his messages.
Time skip!~
It was early morning. You got up feeling drained as ever. Instinctively you looked at your phone. You saw all the messages Lip sent. There were so many you didn't feel like reading it all. Most of them were missed calls anyways.
You started skimming through the messages...
"Y/n, please answer your phone! What you saw. I can explain!!!"
That's what they all say...
"Y/n baby, I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but please hear me out!"
A few missed calls later~
"Dame it, Y/n! If you think you're leaving me- I won't let you."
That was the last message he sent. It had a strange feeling to it that you didn't really like, but you just ignored it anyways and went on with your day.
Time skip!~
***Narrator's Pov***
You were currently in school talking with your friends as you grabbed some stuff out of your locker.
"I can't believe he would do that." F/f said. (First friend)
"Seriously? I saw it a mile away. Er... no office, Y/n." Said S/f (Second friend), "Though you do tend to attract those kinds of guys... Just saying."
You just sighed as you walked towards your classroom.
Luckily for you, you didn't have to deal with Lip or Karen at all. You didn't have a single class with them.
Time skip!~
It was now the end of the school day. You waited for your friends by the school entrance. Normally Lip would walk you home, but after that night, you chose to ignore him.
You ignored all his tactics today. He tried everything to get your attention. To you, he almost seemed desperate. Knowing Lip, he was normally never desperate. He always tried to play it cool, so it was a bit weird, but you brushed it off.
Ten more minutes passed by, and your friend still wasn't to be found. Most of the students were already gone. You decided to go check up on them. It was easy since they had the same last-period class.
Once you got up there, you saw a note on both of their desks. From afar, you just thought that they wrote it for you, saying, "Sorry we had to leave early." But that would have been weird because they could have just texted you. And even if their phones were dead, they could have walked up to you to tell you in person.
You felt somewhat uneasy about it... You looked around the room to see if anything or anyone else was there; nothing.
You took the piece of paper off your F/f's desk. It said.
"Y/n were outside behind the bleachers from the football field."
Then the other one, from S/f's desk, said. "Please hurry." With blood sprinkled on it. It freaked you out, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions.
Time skip!~
As you walked up toward the bleachers. Your eye saw something unusual; blood... It was dripping down the staircase. Your heart started pounding now... You're not normally the type to get scared. Usually, you're the calm friend who never ever screams.
But you couldn't help but agape your mouth in udder shock. You were completely petrified at the sight before you. But before you could scream, someone put a damp cloth over your mouth.
Every word you spoke was muffled as you tried to get out of this man's grasp. Slowly, in turn, you started to fall into a deep sleep. As the last thing you saw was your friends hanging from the bleachers. All bloodied up as if they were beaten.
Time skip!~
***Y/n's Pov***
You woke up feeling hazy. Your head was pounding, and your eyesight was still trying to get used to the light. You tried moving, but something refrained you from doing so. You couldn't speak either because a piece of cloth was tied around your mouth. Your hands were tied behind you. You could feel a cold metal pipe touching your back.
As your memories came back, you realized you weren't in your bedroom. You so desperately prayed that what had happened to your friends was all just a bad dream.
You looked around closer. There were pipelines on the top of the roof. The floor didn't have any flooring. It was just cold concrete. There were boxes and some tools, and the only light source was a bulb swinging around the center of the room. The room was damp and quiet. The only thing you heard was a droplet of water consistently hitting the floor, creating a puddle. You came to the conclusion that this room was a basement.
You started freaking out. Thinking about every possibility as to why anyone would have done this to you. Then you told yourself to come down. Taking deep breaths. You proceeded to brainstorm.
You were a top-notch honor student, head of your class with Lip right behind you. You knew he could have easily surpassed you because you once had to take tutoring classes with him. That's how you two met. You couldn't think of any reason why anyone would want to kidnap you and do this to you and your friends. You never did anything wrong.
Then you heard a creak. Someone was walking down that stairs. You were extremely frightened. Instantly you closed your eyes shut. Not ready to face death.
"Y/n" Instinctively, you opened your eyes. You knew that voice all too well. You didn't want to believe it. Tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. It was Lip. He was holding a bucket. It was empty.
"Good, you're awake." He said as he placed the bucket on top of the puddle. The droplet of water now hits the bucket, making a louder, more eerie noise.
You tried to speak, but everything you said only came out muffled.
He came closer to you. Whipping away your tears with a smile as he removed the cloth from your mouth. Your face was a mess. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and whipped it at the corner of your mouth, removing any former saliva that got on it.
"Lip! What the hell?!" You yelled. "Untie me this instant!" You wiggled around, trying to get free.
"I can't." He said. "If I do, you'll leave me."
"Then why!" You screamed. "Why cheat on me? If you didn't want me to leave!" Another tear rolled down your face.
Lip took the cigarette out of his mouth. Puffing up some smoke before he spoke. "Temptation, I guess?"
More tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldn't feel more angry at that moment.
The only reason was because he was tempted?!
"What, was I not enough for you?!" You screamed.
"Oh, Y/n, you were always more than enough. What Karen and I had will never compare to what you and I have. I love you, Y/n." He then tried to kiss you. Only for you to wiggle away.
"Well, I don't love you!" You screamed. "You're the reason why my friends are dead-"
"NO!" He yelled, shutting you up. "No, you killed your friends, Y/n. I warned you. Did you even read your text messages?" He smirked, knowing he had the upper hand in the conversation now.
"Listen, Y/n. We can start all over again! We can talk about our dreams, talk about our futures! We can ask stupid questions like, how many kids do you want? And make it real one day. Just like old times." He gave you a soft smile. He truly was lost in his own fantasy now.
"You're crazy!" You said. "I want to go home!"
"Oh, Y/n. have you not realized already?" Lip got up. Towering over you, he said. "This is your home now." He then left, leaving you completely hopeless.
A/n
Really hope this didn't disappoint!
#shameless#lip gallagher#fanfiction#lip gallagher x reader#prompts#obsession#shameless fans#lip x reader#temptation#yandere behavior#requested
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I thought I'd weigh in on the whole "do the Wheeler's know El exists and is dating Mike" debate.
So there are 2 possibilities here:
The first is that Hopper told the Wheelers the truth about El and how she's staying in his cabin (or Mike or Nancy told them with Hopper's approval). Here's what would have had to happen for this to make sense: Hopper would have had to talk to both of them about this very delicate situation (a thing we know he avoids doing because he doesn't want to talk to Mike and El) and the Wheelers would have needed to understand that El needed to be kept secret because she was in danger. This is plausible due to the fact that Brenner spoke to the Wheelers in season 1 about El so they know she exists. I highly doubt Brenner told them exactly what her deal was (He likely didn't mention superpowers or anything supernatural) but he made it clear that she is potentially dangerous by all the questioning and that he needed to find her to keep everyone safe.
They also know that El was hiding in the basement and we see Mike (and presumably Nancy as well) get questioned by the police about the situation. So what they know is that Mike found this girl and hid her in the basement and there was some kind of showdown in the school resulting in people dying. It is unclear if they think she died during this time (that's what seems to happen to her and what the group believes) but Mike says "I'll never tell you" to the police and I doubt he told his parents. It's also unclear whether or not they realize this is related to Will's disappearance. It's possible they assumed Mike found her when looking for Will but we don't know much here.
So this is about the extent of the info we actually see on screen and the rest of this is just guessing.
Back to Hopper telling them the truth about her being there. I find this unlikely due to Hopper protectiveness of El and the fact that El understands how dangerous it is for too many people to see her and know about her. She knows she can't go to the mall or around town. There are already a lot of people who know (this group is big). Ted is the kind of person who hates all things unconventional and back in season 1 was cooperative with the police and Brenner saying "we're all patriots in this house" when asked to report any info about El. He frequently complains anytime things aren't the way they are supposed to be. So if Hopper told him the truth, are we supposed to believe that his man didn't notify the lab or the government? He already said he would. And the Wheelers have to know he's this type of person. Not to mention the fact that he is conservative and very much the "how is this my problem" type. And he what, just accepts this information and is cool with it?
Then we have Karen, who is bothered by Brenner in season 1 and says he "gives her the creeps". She has a good read on the dude and is visibly worried and upset about Mike. She is relieved to be reunited with him at the end of the season. So if she knows this girl is still hanging around her son are we supposed to believe she's totally ok with this? She understands the situation is dangerous and she didn't want Mike anywhere near it in season 1. So what, Hopper explains she lives with him now and it's fine if Mike hangs out?
Which leads to the next problem with this theory - Hopper was incredibly annoyed with Mike through the beginning the season 3. Mike is at his house all the time and never leaves. So if the Wheelers know about El and why Mike is hangout out at the cabin, all Hopper had to do was have a talk with Karen (something Joyce would have recommended since she was level headed about the Mike drama) and problem solved. No more Mike hanging out at the cabin. This could have led to El hanging out at the Wheelers but she never does this. Which leads me to believe that she isn't allowed to be there because they don't know about her.
There is a line in season 3 where Hopper tells Mike "your mom called. It's your grandma". They are at the cabin and Hopper is trying to get rid of Mike. So Karen has Hopper's cabin number. (Obviously Hopper is lying here and Karen didn't actually call. But Mike believes him and doesn't question this.) This does not mean she knows about El and could be for a couple reasons. 1) Hopper gave it to her in case of an emergency, 2) Hopper meant that Karen called the station looking for Mike and they either called Hop at the cabin or Hopper was told while at work. He's still in his uniform so he could have just gotten home. Or 3) (and I think this is the most likely scenario) Karen believes Joyce and Hopper are dating so the kids would plausibly be hanging out at his place. She says they are a couple at the carnival and Ted responds also believing it. Which means most people in town believe it too (of course they do, they are always together). So if the two of them are dating it makes sense that Will is spending time with him especially considering how Hopper saved his life and the whole town knows this. Which means it's plausible Mike and their friends are there all the time, too. (I want to note here that I don't think anyone knows about Hoppers cabin for safety reasons. Just that they think the number is for his trailer that we saw in S1. I'm assuming people in town think this is where Hopper still lives.)
Now Karen also overhears a conversation over the phone between Mike and El (She spies on her children a lot). El is allowed to call their house (Hopper doesn't stop her and she seems to have the number memorized). All Karen hears is that there is a girl trying to get Mike to come over and Mike is lying and making up excuses. Karen also fixates on the nana being sick part and gets upset so it's unclear how much of this conversation she's actually paying attention to or when she started listening.
So that "sweetie pie" line of Ted's. If this was simply a dorky dad teasing his teenage son about his girlfriend why does Karen very concerned at Mike after he says it? And why does Mike look wide eyed for a second like he's shocked he said it and then visibly annoyed. Because if he actually liked his girlfriend and that's who it's about, his reaction is very odd. It does fall in line with Ted's other passive aggressive comments about Mike not liking girls if it's about Will.
Now at the end of the season El with her shaved head emerges from the pizza van her son was just in so I think at this point it's safe to assume that Karen will be putting the pieces together. But before this, I don't think it's likely that the Wheeler's know she lives with Hop or the Byers. There isn't enough evidence from the show to suggest they thought about her beyond season 1. And it's the 80s - parents weren't constantly asking where their kids were going and who they were hanging out with so it would have been easy to simply avoid telling them.
Edit: I want to add here that I don't think Ted would actually approve of El just because she's a girl. She isn't a "normal" girl. Ted was a jock who was likely popular. He likes things that are conventional and normal and El doesn't fit into this category. So he wouldn't be happy that Mike was dating a girl if it wasn't a girl who was socially acceptable. I don't think he would be ok with a vague story about her and even less ok with the truth. El is someone who would have attracted gossip and attention from the people in town if anyone had known they were dating and this would have embarrassed him.
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I'm so glad that you posted that screenshot because I've been dying to speculate with someone since I saw it!!
Flabbergasted is deliberately neutral. The definition just means 'greatly surprised or astonished.' The part about needing 3 days to recover could be construed as devastating (I can't get out of bed, sob) or amazing (I can't get out of bed, squee).
So we have to think: what would be TRULY astonishing? I feel like there are two real options.
One, a MCD. Which makes me want to vomit. And frankly, it's just SO hard for me to believe that there's a MCD. Others have hinted that characters will be in danger but "save each other" and spoken about the finale positively. I also kind of feel like the news might have gotten out if main cast was leaving. So to ME, a MCD seems unlikely, no??
Two, a relationship development that would be truly unexpected, like a break-up or getting together. And I don't see a break-up - Bathena and Henren are solid, and Madney just got engaged. As for getting together, the only thing that would be astonishing and unexpected would be a Buddie development 🤣 I know that he used to be a huge Buddie shipper (and might still be) but doesn't tweet much about them anymore. But when he did, it was often vague like this.
Of course I could be way off-base and it's about LS, buuuut I.just.don't.know. For my self-preservation, I'm going to refuse to believe that it's a 911 MCD.
Hi anon.
So, I was thinking too, English isn't my native language, so usually I do see that word thrown around mostly for shock (majority of the times in fandom, not always in good way). So I was wondering what that could imply and relate it with what we know about the events in the finale.
I really don't think It's a MCD, even if there were hints and foreshadows (for Madney and Bathena), if I'm not wrong I do remember of Oliver pointing out everyone would be on a good place at the end of the season, so I doubt death is on board here, plus killing a main in the season finale would mean unfinished business to solve in the next season (because if they ever had the audacity to skip over the grief process and pretend it didn't happen I would be on national news), something we know the writers of this show don't like of dealing with. Also if they killed off one of the mains and cancelled the series (like they did, and then ABC saved it) I would be really pissed off with the lack of consideration.
Maybe, there is some real quality angst or consequences incoming? Usually 9-1-1 works with that since the viewers got very comfortable enough to not believe in MCDs for the show.
I don't think it's a break up either. As you said Bathena and Henren are in very solid places. They had their relationships reaffirmed this season (the whole Florida arc + Wendel's death investigation just solidify Bathena's trust and support for each other, and Karen's near death was a way of writers showing how long Henren came through). Madney just had an entire arc for their engagement which was a huge step for Maddie, so it would be a slap in the face of the fans to back off this and create some stupid complication.
I wish I could believe it's Buddie getting together, but I don't really trust Buck's character direction (specially) to pay off all the build up they did for him this season. Eddie is in a good place mentally, but Buck? He is currently a mess, with his still unprocessed death experience that smh got transformed into an attept to get himself some relationship, not to count the other 3 plots he had this season. I know the interviews keep selling him as having matured at this point but the problem is I don't see it. His coma dream realization got reversed a few episodes later as he was once again fixating on the idea of how people see him. Honestly, I wouldn't want Eddie dating Buck in that unsolved mentality. So even if the writers smh managed to make Buddie through that, I don't think it would be in a satisfying way.
Honestly I think if we're talking about flabbergasted (in the sense of a negative shock) I would put my bet on LS, since I remember of reading an interview where Tim Minear said some fans might be upset over the events in the LS finale.
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Will Byers Fic Ch1
(s4 spoilers kinda, more under the cut)
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Will packed up his stuff a while ago so as soon as the bell rang he headed out. El had stayed home so he could head straight to the bike rack. He was lucky. His sister always told Mom about the mouthbreathers, and Will didn't feel like being cuddled. He knows that his mom means well, and he understands why she acts like she does, but he is in highschool. he doesnt need her calling the principal. That isn't to say he doesn't want his sister with him either! He knows how hard adjusting to school has been, she deserves a day off. She just hasn't learned the word ‘Snitch’ yet.
Will is pulled out of his thoughts as he watches the scene in front of him. There's some loner kids smoking in front of the bike rack. In front of his bike. They didn't see him, so he could just walk away. Go home. Be back later. But his brother would notice the lack of bikes. Maybe he could get them to leave? He looks around at the alley to the side of the parking lot. He knows there's some junk so maybe he could find some way to lure them? That sounds bad. He has to be home by 3 though for check in. They can't spend 10 minutes just standing there, can they? Maybe waiting them out is a good option.
“Is it just me? Or is this place freezing?” Stoner 1 whines to the group.
“It's probably just the high. Let's go get some blankets. My place?” The leader/dealer announced before leading the group away from the Bike rack.
Huh.
I guess I was overthinking it.
Will got his bike and rode home.
He already did his homework in the Gym, so he decided to take a nap. He's used to taking the occasional nap, nightmares having left him with plenty of all nighers. Things started being different recently though, he stopped being able to sleep through the night a while ago. waking up many times to strange nightmares he remembers way too little from. It's like it's not one nightmare but hundreds if not millions stacked on top of each other. He can only remember the feeling of being immensely overwhelmed.
That's not the problem though. The problem is that he doesn't wake up on his own. It's why he has so many alarms constantly prepared. Will honestly believes that without analog he would just keep sleeping. He has before.But they're just now finally settling into something relatively normal. He refuses to be the one to break that.
Luckily though he's gotten used to the schedule relatively quickly, every time he wakes up he would work on an art piece until he's ready to go back to sleep. That way when his family asks What he spends all day working on in his room he can show off a painting and not have to admit he's been sleeping the day away. So Will puts a fresh canvas on his desk, and goes to sleep.
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“Will! Come down! Dinners ready!”
Luckily Will wasn't sleeping anymore When his Mom called out to him, He did however accidentally touch the canvas he was currently working on. Great , now he'll have to redo that tree.
“Coming down!”
As he entered the dining room he saw his siblings and mother sitting around the table with a casserole dinner. He took his seat. He really was expecting a normal dinner, until his mother said she had an Announcement to make.
“I have finally finished working through the details with Karen, and it's official. Mike is coming here for spring break! How great is that!”
“Very Great.” El responded. Will knew she had been talking over the details of the trip for a while with Mike , but it's still surprising that they got Karen to agree. Especially since it was only Mike coming this time. A detail that was not lost on will, he looked at his brother. He knew things with Nancy were getting Rocky, conflicting interests and all that, but he didn't realize it was getting that bad. That's something to deal with later though.
“And you Will?”
“Can't wait to see him. Maybe we could go to the park.” In all honesty, Will was upset at Mike. he could understand them not taking on school days. The time zone difference made it hard, but Dustin made it work. Lucas made it work. Steve and Max have even spoken to him a few times! A little while ago Will decided to do an experiment. To not be the one to reach out. See how long it takes Mike to. They still haven't spoken. But Will can't bring himself to be angry. Really angry at least, upset is his maximum. He's never been able to. Even after the fight in the rain he was just angry with himself. Mike is just dense. Things will be fine when they see eachother again. They have to be. It's what happens every time.
That night Will stares at his desk. And he decides to make Mike a painting. Of the original party. In one of their first campaigns. He's always been better with art than words afterall.
#Eventual Byler#byler#wil byers#will has powers#before s4 after s3#stranger things#ideas comments and other convertaional topics all are welcome#The idea is that will has powers from the upside down#He has a low body temperature causing him to be constantly sleepy#and agitated#when he is sleeping he has his powers trying to push to the surface#causing nightmares#his body can only regulate if given the chance to rest as needed#but for obvious reasons Will doesnt want that#he is more upset with mike from an earlier point due to this#but when the car trip starts he gets more sleep and the side effects start being better controled#he is way to aware for his own good#the powers will be something along the lines of time manipulation? Clairvoyence?#when either sleeping or in a meditative type state he can see the most likely to happen events#only really reliable in the short term#but usefull none the less in long term#he may start using things like tarrot cards for when he cant go into a full state but still wants to use his powers#he is better at predicting the apocalpse crew#but he has seen so many horible things happen#he is even more tramatized#I think thats enough tags#but if some one wants to hear more just say so!#I can always talk more#and writing advice is apreciated
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Angel- Chapter 4
Matt knew something was wrong before Jenevieve walked through the doors of the building. Under her light floral perfume and 3 day washed out vanilla mint shampoo, she smelled of anxiety. “Good morning everybody.” She says in a quiet voice. “Why the long face Jen?” Foggy asks, coming to sit next to her at the main table. “My parents. They’re having another one of their stupid charity events.” She puts her head down. “What could be so bad about that? You guys are raising money for good, right?” “Well, yeah. It’s just annoying. I always have to make an appearance and act all happy around a bunch of old rich people. I hated it when I was young and it’s only gotten worse.” She sighs. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to dump all this on you guys. It’s just really hard having to be around a bunch of people. Especially if I don’t know them well.” Matt frowns. “Do you get to bring a friend? Maybe that could help you get through the night a little faster. How about that friend from the cafe? Jubilee?” She rubs her eyes. “She’s going to visit some family members. And Ororo has a shift that night. So, I’m basically gonna be alone the whole night.” Her anxiety picks up. “I'm free. What day is it?” Matt asks with a small smile. She smiles back. “You’re too kind. I can’t force you to do that though. It wouldn’t feel right.” Foggy chimes in, “Believe it or not. Matt is the best person to take. I’d go, but I have a date with Marci.” “Um, okay then. Are you sure you want to Matt? It’s gonna be a room full of annoying assholes… and my family.” “I deal with “annoying assholes” everyday, remember? I am a lawyer. Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure we have a good time.” His smile gets bigger as he hears her heart skip a beat. She blushes a little. Foggy watches as they interact with him seemingly pushed to the back of their minds. “Right. Okay. Great! Do you have a favorite color by any chance? Maybe we could match or something.” “I’m sure you’ll look great in anything. But since you asked, red is my signature color.” He pushes up his glasses a little. “Perfect! I’ll, um… let you know more later on.” She stares for a minute. “I should get to organizing the file cabinet.” She says, getting up to walk away with reddened cheeks. “What was that all about?” Foggy turns to Matt with a knowing look. “What? I just offered to go cause she seemed anxious. I wanted to make her feel more comfortable.” “Sure you did. Have fun with making my favorite intern “feel more comfortable”.” Foggy gets up heading to his desk.
“He WHAT?!” Jean says with big eyes. The rest of the day at the firm was quiet, but fast. The last couple of weeks had been the exact same as they prepared for their newest case. Jenevieve had lost count of how much she went back and forth between printing and filing for Foggy and Matt. Karen doesn’t ask her for much. Only asking if she’s hungry or wanting another coffee to get her through the day. When Jenevieve got home today, she was greeted with the sight of her best friends, Jean Grey and Scott Summers, sitting on her couch with her roommates. The two had come to visit the trio as a surprise. Since they were there, Jeni decided to fill them in on everything that had taken place earlier that morning. “That’s what I said. What if this is his subtle way of asking you out?” Jubilee says with a Cheshire smile. Jeni turns pink and looks away from the group. “He is not. It’s just two colleagues going to an event. He’s still my boss at the end of the day. It would probably be weird if our relationship wasn’t just that.” She says, although she can't help but think about what it would be like if she did date Matt. “You never know. You guys look kinda hot coming into the cafe everyday. Like real couple shit.He always tries to pay for you, he keeps his hands to himself, and if I didn’t know any better, I'd say he leaves his cane at the firm so you can touch his massive arms. Like damn, how does a blind man get that snatched? If he weren’t blind, I’d say we would’ve had him as a guest teacher for training class. The guy is ripped.” Jubilee fans herself biting her lip at Jeni. “Wait, wait. He’s ripped and blind? What does he look like?” Jeni pulls out her phone, scrolling to a selfie she took with him for her mom. The two were seen smiling slightly. Jeni holding the camera up in one hand and a peace sign on the other. “Fuck! Are you sure he’s blind? What if he just fakes it to get bitches or something?” Scott says leaning over Jean to get a better view of the picture. “Trust me. He is. It was a big story in the paper a long time ago. He was like 9 and got chemicals in his eyes after trying to save some guy. It was super heroic and shit.” Jenevieve exclaimed to her friends. The group stares at her. “What?” Jean shakes her head. “Have you tried touching his hands to see anything else about him?” Jenevieve’s smile drops. “No. You know I hate doing that. Besides, how do you even do that? “Hey Matt, not to be weird or anything, but could I hold your hands really quick?” Ew, I can’t even- No, just no. I’m never doing that again.” She shivers a little. “Right, sorry.” The girls share a quick smile. “It’s fine. Um, I should probably get to bed though. I have to get to the office kinda early tomorrow. We’re preparing for a new case. Uh. Goodnight guys. I love you.” She hugs them all individually. Then walks away towards her bathroom, drawing herself a bath. She takes off her glasses and clothes. She massages her scalp as her hair flows down her back. She steps into the bath, taking a seat in the warm water with her legs to her chest. As she hugs herself, she begins to cry a little. Her hand flys to her mouth trying to keep her sobs to herself. She hopes no one can hear her. Luckily her friends didn’t. Unfortunately, someone else did.
author's note: honestly i hate this chapter. it just feels off and boring. idk maybe too expositional too
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Alright, let's do another one. I wanted to test out some new stuff, and pairs I don't use enough to have justified their investment.
Vs. Bertha
Caitlin sweep. Okay, serious talk for a second: Lodge Dawn just beat an off-type CS stage. That is the first time she's done it. Granted, it had to be Bertha. Aaron has Feint Attack which is perfect accuracy, and Lucian has accuracy boosting/Wise Entry/-2 Special Attack on entry. Flint...actually maybe we could've done Flint. I didn't actually try. Anyway. Caitlin and Lucian we know what the deal is. What we do not know about the deal is Lodge Dawn is actually better in half time to sync conditions. "That sounds incredibly stupid." And yet, here we are.
See, Dawn's entire problem is repeated hits, and raw firepower. Against an opponent with lower (in this case, split) DPS, Lodge Dawn does solidly alright. Getting through sync is all but impossible under normal conditions, due to Power Up On Hit, which she cannot manage. But when the sync comes early? When it's non-threatening as a result? Now she has survived, and has +3 evasion under her belt. And suddenly, we can start dodging attacks. This is an actual, honest to god solution to Lodge Dawn. Apparently, half time to sync mattered. I still can't believe it myself.
Vs. Flint
I opted next for Karen, who I've never used off-type barring some Gauntlet runs. She's never been too impressive, but I wanted to see what she could do in CS. SC Jasmine was chosen because I remembered Flint being mostly special. Between special attack debuffing and special defense boosts, we took sync just fine. More importantly, double flinch lockdown shenanigans. Karen's able to put in some really impressive work with the right lockdown tools.
Vs. Aaron
Alright, time to get Lodge Adaman a win. Off-type, Adaman can beat things, provided he's got the right level of power behind him. In this case, May and Archie. Combined Water theme skills, Archie and May hit like trucks, and May takes first sync to really deal with center. May is reliant on MPR on her trainer move, but I actually did okay without it, so it's at least possible. Yes, she missed sync crit both times, but Muddy Water was like 7.5k damage afterward so she was fine. We did have to take sync. I feel like that needs to be discussed. Archie does not even come close to surviving, while Adaman's so worn down it doesn't matter anymore. May, as a sturdy tank, handles it fine, and has to finish with second sync and not missing Muddy Water. By god, does she accomplish it.
Vs. Lucian
I shared a screenshot of this one. I don't think I ever tested Gloria off-type with the whole sync buff thing. Anabel is great because shields block a ton of sync damage. It didn't even deal half. Marnie just sets up Steel Zone, and Gloria starts throwing hands. It's actually kind of insane to see how hard Gloria hits once the foe's sync goes off.
Vs. Cynthia
If you hadn't noticed, H!Caitlin/Colress has officially become A Thing. AoE Screech and Mirror Shot is so funny. Caitlin herself is an absolute monster of a tank, and apparently the second condition Cynthia sets is "permanent field effects," so that was nice. The difference this time is, instead of Rosa, I wanted to bring Elesa. I don't think I've done much with base Elesa, despite EXing her, so I wanted to see how she did. Well, as it turns out. She is so much more efficient than she seems. +1 crit per action, including trainer moves, is stupid useful, and her sync does respectable numbers. H!Caitlin is a godsend for this fight in particular, thanks to the evasion shenanigans. In fact, H!Caitlin seems very tailor-made to beat this fight. Like, in particular. Good striker support with defense boosts and Synchro Healing, physically inclined, accuracy boosts. She's got it all.
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The Other Life-Byler
Prologue
Chapter one
“Where the hell are they?” Joyce says rummaging through the living room for her keys, “Jonathan?”
“Check the couch!” he replies from where he is cooking in the kitchen.
“Ugh I did,” Joyce says moving stuff on the couch around, “Ah ha! got them,” Joyce says after finding them under one of the several pillows on her couch.
Jonathan nods, and goes to scrape breakfast onto a plate, “okay, sweetie, I will see you tonight.” Joyce says putting her hand on his shoulder. “Yea see you later.”
Joyce goes to do the same to Will, doing a grabbing motion with her hand, realizing he's not there, “Where’s Will?” She asks in a worried tone.
“Oh, I didn't get him up yet. He's probably still sleeping”
Joyce sighs, “Jonathan, you have to make sure he's up!”
“Mom, I'm making breakfast”
“I told you a thousand times,” annoyed, Joyce walks to will’s room, “Will! Come on, honey.” she says clapping her hands on her way to his room, “It's time to get up.” She finally walks into his room, worried she looks and turns around walking back into the kitchen where Jonathan is finishing making breakfast.
“He came home last night, right?” Joyce starts to panic.
“He's not in his room?”
“Did he come home or not”
“I don't know”
“You don't know?” Joyce is in disbelief anger and worry prominent in her voice.
“No. I got home late. I was working” Jonathan says apologetically
“You were working?”
“Eric asked if I could cover. I said yeah. I just thought we could use the extra cash.”
“Jonathan, we’ve talked about this.”
“I know, I know.”
“You can't take shifts when I'm working.”
“Mom, it's not a big deal. Look, he was at the Wheelers’ all day. I'm sure he just stayed over”
“I can't believe you, sometimes.”
Joyce dials the number to the Wheelers’ house.
“Hello?” Joyce hears from the other line.”
“Hi, Karen. It's Joyce.”
“Oh, Joyce, hi”
Joyce hears chattering from the other line, “quiet!” she hears Karen yell at her kids, “hey, uh, was that will I heard back there?”
“Will? No, it's just mike.”
“Did he not stay the night?”
“No, he left a little bit after 8:00. Why, is he not home?”
“I think maybe he just left early for school.”
“Okay.”
“Bye.”
Dustin, Lucas, And Mike, meet up at their usual meet-up spot (Dustin's house) to ride to school, the 3 of them look around, Will is nowhere to be found.
“Where’s Will?” Dustin asks the other two.
“I'm not sure,” mike picks at his cuticles, “his mom couldn't find him this morning and called my mom to ask if he stayed the night.”
“Maybe he went into school early?” Lucas says, trying to stay positive.
“That's what his mom said,” Mike says, still picking at his cuticles.
Mike was worried, very worried. I mean why wouldn't he be? Will is his best friend. Best friend since kindergarten. They’ve been inseparable their whole lives. Eachothers first friends, mike remembers how they became friends like it was yesterday. It was the first day of kindergarten, he knew nobody, had no friends. He felt so alone and scared. Then he saw will on the swings, swinging all by himself. So he walked up to will, and asked if he wanted to be friends. Will said yes. It was the best thing mike has ever done. It makes him happy to think about.
“Let's just go to school he’ll be there,” Lucas assured mike (It didn't work), putting his hand on his shoulder.
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It all needs to stop. Men can cry too
Mental health is an actual thing. Men, women, old, young, everyone has emotions and feels sad or anxious or down at times. And you know what? It's ok. It's normal. It's being human.
We need to stop saying ‘Just be happy’ or even ‘You’re strong enough’ and all the other unhelpful bullshit people say.
No one can just be happy and telling someone who's feeling down to just be happy literally does nothing except make them feel worse about how they are feeling. Fucking stop it.
Stop telling people they're strong enough. It's ok to not be strong. It's ok to be weak and to need help and to lean on other people and to cry. If we believe we always have to be strong enough then we’re going to let ourselves down because we are human so we are weak and we are not enough on our own.
And we need to stop the social stigma behind mental disorders and illnesses. So what if I have depression and can’t go to work everyday like most people? So what if I have social anxiety and can’t stand being around people? It's part of being human and it's normal. Our body gets sick, we take care of it, get medicine if we need it. Our mind is ill? We have to keep pushing through pretending we’re fine, and we try to open up at all about we get rejected and shamed on and told we need to get over it. If we go to therapy or take medicine we get shamed and ridiculed on because of that. Oh yeah Karen? What if I told you weren't good enough because you take medicine for your arthritis or high blood pressure or whatever the else there is.
It needs to fucking stop. Its not ok to treat people like their terrible people for things they can’t even fucking help.
Yes, this culture seems to be the most mental health aware age we’ve had but the shame and stigma are still present. Social media makes it so much easier to spread hate and to bully others than ever before, and seeing other peoples edited fake perfect lives makes us feel so much worse about our own. Girls see impossibly thin bodies of models that have been edited, and feel bad about their own normal body fat and marks. Guys see the “perfect man” who is tall and handsome and muscular and rich and does everything perfectly, and they feel worse about themselves and how they look and what they do.
And we need.to.stop. Imposing this perfect standard upon men. Women’s impossibly perfect standards are talked about a lot more than mens are, and it needs to be brought to the same light. Guys are human like us girls and they are vulnerable and have emotions and get hurt and sad and down like we all do. They get so much pressure and hate from our society. Don’t be short, or too tall: don’t have a normal body with fat on it, be skinny and ripped: be the perfect man, perfect boyfriend, perfect husband: make “enough” money because heaven forbid someone should be “poor”: open the door, or dont, because you might be a creep who rapes women: be masucline, or dont, because ‘toxic mascinaulty’ so you better not dare have your own opinion or exercise any kind of authority because then your ‘part of the patriarchy’ and hate women and think their beneath you.
I'm so tired of it. So tired of the expectations pushed upon the men of our society. All the women say, where have the good guys gone? They’re being trained from childhood to this wrong, awful conflicting expectation, and so many of them just stay little boys to cope and escape from it, playing their video games, or they turn to drugs or alcohol or they can't deal with it and kill themselves.
Men can cry. Men can be sad. Men can be weak and vulnerable and talk about their emotions. If women can and it be considered ok, why the fuck can’t men?
If this world is really so for equality, then we need to show men they can be emotional and vulnerable and they can cry.
#mensmentalhealth#mencancrytoo#mental health#mentalwellness#mental heath support#mentally ill#stop the expectations
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Chapter 10
WC: 1633
Rated: E
Chapter Tags: anxiety, angst, brief fears of infidelity, discussions of childbearing and marriage/gender roles, psych theories, some manipulation, age difference, brief mention of domestic violence (there is none)
A/N: If you have any questions regarding the tags for this chapter and want to ask me about it before reading please do so! The chapter is not necessarily dark but I understand that some may want me to give a more detailed warning/context. I want all my readers to be as comfortable as possible 💙
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It started out small. He would bring up Dr. Stratton during conversation more and more often. Three times now he had been late to office hours, causing you to have to wait outside his room, nervously checking the time. But it’s nothing, you continue to remind yourself. They’re just good friends that haven’t seen each other in years. And you trust them both.
When another Friday night passed with Laszlo skipping drinks in favor of meeting with Karen, you decided to stay in as well. It had been a month since they reacquainted with one another. In those weeks you had seen less of him outside work. Your sex life was stagnating too, much to your annoyance. He had even canceled at the absolute last minute on a dinner date. Naturally, you had begun to feel a twinge of jealousy at his lack of attention. He kept saying it was work related. Nevertheless, the sullen temperament you'd adopted went unnoticed by the doctor. You felt foolish; you weren’t so needy that you had to make a big deal about it. So you said nothing on the issue.
You sat on the old couch in your apartment. Bitsy was getting ready to go out with Lucius for date night. Picking at your fingers, you decide to ask your roommate for advice. “Hey Bits?”
“Yeah?” she called from her bedroom.
“Can I ask you a question about Lucius?” you start.
“Sure, what’s up?”
You pause as you think of how to word your thoughts. “Do you ever, like, get jealous? When he hangs out with other girls I mean.” Her head pops out of the door frame as she finishes fastening her earring, eyebrows raised in question. “It’s just that Laszlo has been spending a lot of time with Dr. Stratton now that she’s back in town. I trust them and everything, but I’m starting to feel a bit left behind I guess…” you trail off.
“Oh honey, that's normal.” She waves a hand through the air as she speaks. “There’s this girl at the lab that Lucius works with and for the first month I was convinced she was trying to steal him away from me. Turns out she just wanted Marcus, his brother!” Bitsy lets out a cackle.
“Right…” you pick at the skin around your fingernails. “I just feel silly about it. I’m sure I’m overreacting to the whole thing, though. Laszlo would never do anything, and I don’t think Dr. Stratton would either,” you remind yourself outloud. "There's just this thing John said to me about them having a past and I can't get it out of my head."
“It's not silly.” Bitsy had moved further into the bedroom, causing her voice to be slightly muffled. “But if it bothers you that much, talk to him about it. He’s a psychologist, it’s kinda his job to understand emotions and things like this. And if he loves you like you say he does then he’ll put a bit more effort into giving you his attention.”
You marinate on what she’s told you. Bitsy is right, if it bothers you that much then you need to bring it up with him. Be an adult, use communication, and all that. “Why’re you always right and level-headed about everything?”
“Someone’s gotta be, with a hot head like you,” she snarks. Her phone buzzes letting her know her date is downstairs. With a squeeze on the shoulder she bids you goodbye, telling you to let her know if you need anything.
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The atmosphere in Dr. Stratton’s office felt off. What was usually so open and warm had felt forced and awkward. You were still ignoring the guilt of your jealousy at the doctor. She wasn’t as talkative today, unlike usual. Instead, it was strictly business. You chalked it up to her having an off day.
The two of you discussed in more depth the fetishes and kinks from the list you had compiled. Unfortunately, due to spending less time with your boyfriend the last few weeks you hadn’t had much of an opportunity to try any of the new tricks you were learning about. Therefore, you had little to really talk about in that regard. You found that you didn’t particularly mind, as you were feeling less inclined to want to share about your love life due to your envy towards the woman in question.
Dr. Stratton quietly gathered together her notes from the session and placed them into the folder. You were about to ask if she needed anything else from you when her lips parted before closing again. She leaned forward on her desk towards you. Her fingers steepled under her chin.
She licks her lips. “There is something I wish to discuss with you unrelated to the study.”
You didn’t like where this was going. Dread pooled in your gut at the concerned look on her face. “O-okay.”
“Now I want you to understand that I only bring this up out of concern for your wellbeing and emotional health. But some of the things you have told me over the course of this study have me worried.”
What on earth could you have said that would cause this sort of reaction from her? She was the most calm and collected person you had ever known. To have her speaking out made your heart race in your chest.
She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before opening her mouth again. “In truth I worry about your current relationship. I fear that-”
Brows furrowing, your mind goes to the worst conclusion. You blurt out “what? No! He doesn’t hurt me or anything, I don’t know what would have given you that impression but I- ”
The doctor reaches out with her hand to settle on your forearm. “My dear take a breath, I meant no such thing.”
You take a deep inhale to compose yourself. “Then what are you talking about?”
“Speaking as your friend, and as an alienist, I fear that this boyfriend is potentially using you for your youth,” she begins the tale she concocted, unbeknownst to you. “In my experience as a psychologist, the young women such as yourself that I encounter with significantly older male companions find themselves locked into the relationship. Typically, it is from dependence on money at first. Over time, the male pressures the woman to be compliant in things like marriage and childbearing. I understand how difficult it is for a woman as driven as you to balance your aspirations with relationships and domestic matters. Do you want children?”
Her statement and question take you back. Confusion is written all over your face. Marriage? Children? Neither you nor Laszlo had ever brought up either subject. You didn’t even know if it was something he was interested in. “Wait what? I'm not sure I follow…”
“Men around his age go through an identity crisis in which they begin to become aware of their mortality. A change in priorities. The most common desire is to procreate, to start a family in which to pass on their wisdom is strongest here. Are you prepared to give him children soon? Of course there is nothing wrong with wanting to be a mother, it is a very noble role. Yet you do not strike me as someone ready for such a large step.”
You can barely form a coherent thought at her onslaught. The whole conversation was so out of the blue that you felt incredibly lost. Did you want children? Did he want children? Now? You wrap your arms around your torso to stave off the uncertainty and anxiety you feel creeping in. No words come to your defense at her interrogation. You are speechless, jaw dropped.
She stands and crosses the room, placing her cool hands on your cheeks. “My dear you are still a child yourself. This is something you need to consider. To… consider the possibility that you can’t give him what he needs. That he may need someone closer to his age with the same priorities, someone more willing to give in to his needs now. I don’t think you’re ready for that. I’ve seen the cost that these girls face. And the societal pressures and judgement you would face being with someone so much older? I think it could throw you into a state similar to after your friend passed. I wouldn’t want to see you in that position again. I want you to have your freedom."
Dr. Stratton looks up at the clock suddenly; “oh! My, I’m going to be late for a meeting, you’ll have to go. I don’t believe we need any more sessions for the study, but I will let you know if anything changes.”
You are too in shock trying to process everything she said to you as she ushers you out of the door with a “think about what I said, dear.” The door shuts behind you.
Karen sat with a huff. She felt a tad guilty for what she had said to you. She had no idea if Laszlo wanted marriage or children, he hadn’t when they were first together. But times change. She hoped that by using the angle of kids and identity crises that she could subtly plant a seed of doubt in your mind. Strike quickly and overwhelmingly, plant the doubt that you weren’t right for him, then push you out before you have the chance to seek answers or reassurance from her. It seemed you bought her false concern as actual worry. You were a great girl. But you were just that - a girl. You couldn’t give Laszlo what he needed, not like she could.
Now she simply had to wait and let your mind eat away at itself, leaving him for the taking.
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John needs some legal help so he turns to two lawyers who have a reputation for taking on clients who don’t aways have the cleanest of backgrounds but are trying to make a change
Karen sticks her head into the conference room where Matt and Foggy are waiting "Your ten o'clock appointment, Max Emerson, is here."
Foggy adjusts his tie and clears his throat, his heart rate jumps. "Please, send him in." His voice only brakes slightly which Matt thinks is an improvement.
"Thanks Karen." Matt smiles and leans in Foggy's direction. "You calm?"
"I am... I am. I just love his books."
"I know." Mattt chuckles and Foggy jumps to his feet as Karen shows their new client into the conference room.
"Can I get you anything to drink Mr. Emerson, water or coffee?" Karen asks.
"No, thank you, I'd like to get right to it." Max Emerson says with a slight accent, Australian Matt guesses, while setting his satchel on the conference table.
"Welcome Mr. Emerson...Mr. Max Emerson." Foggy gushes a little but pulls it together. "I'm Franklin Nelson, this is my partner Matt Murdock and our assistant Karen Page who if you don't mind will be taking notes."
They shake hands all around, which Matt can tell Mr. Emerson doesn't particularly like and everyone has a seat.
"What can we help you with Mr. Emerson?" Matt asks.
He knows from Foggy's descriptions before the meeting that the man in front of them is about their age with a young face, expressive eyes and a scruffy, handsome, poor grad student kind of look about him.
"Well, I've heard good things about what you've been doing here. I can't stand corporate kiss asses, and I believe your firm will be sensitive to the nature of my concern.” Mr. Emerson fidgets with his hands in a way that Matt is familiar with. “As you may be aware I write books, rather successfully. I have recently had it brought to my attention that a certain journalist is about to publish a book that has information about me that I didn't give the okay on... I suppose I always knew this would come out but I was hoping it would be on my terms."
"Mr. Emerson, there are things we can do to try and prevent the release of your information, of course we'll have to have some more details." Foggy says very professionally but his heartbeat says he's still nervous.
Mr. Emerson opens his bag and takes a thick printer paper manuscript out and sets it on the table. The title page is facing Foggy so he reads it out loud for everyone to hear. "The True Story of the Mutant Rights Movement: From RFK Stadium to Alcatraz."
"and this is the writing that contains your information? Were you involved with the movement Mr. Emerson?" Matt questions levelly, this could go a couple of ways either Mr. Emerson is a Mutant or a Mutant hater.
"Yes and you can call me John. Max Emerson is a pen name. My real name is St John Allerdyce and I am the subject of chapter 34 in this sensationalist drivel."
Foggy flips through the pages to find Chapter 34.
"Pyro: Led Astray" He reads the title when he finds it.
He looks back and forth between the client and the picture of the young man Pyro under the title.
Foggy can't believe it. One of his favorite authors was a Mutant terrorist or alleged Mutant terrorist or alleged former Mutant terrorist
"No way." Foggy blurts out and leaves Matt and Karen in without a clue.
"way." John confirmed a bit amused Matt can hear in his voice.
Matt flips back through the files in his mind. He had been dealing with his own stuff at the time, getting the hang of his heightened senses and what not.
He recalls the Mutant Rights Movement including the cure controversy and the young mutant people talked about from the Militant Mutant Brotherhood.
"You're Pyro?" Matt puts the pieces together without Foggy, who is still a bit too flabbergasted to speak.
"Yes."
"You were at the Battle of Alcatraz. I thought no one from the Brotherhood survived."
"I was the only one who survived uncured." John breathes in heavily, Matt gets the impression this is a painful subject for their client.
"If I recall correctly you were reported among the missing or I guess, hum, the dead." Foggy regained his voice.
"I was and I was missing... I just wasn't atomized like the others. I was knocked unconscious and taken from the battlefield before the Phoenix destroyed everyone and..." John knows he has to talk about this even if it is painful. "and I was experimented on by scientists until the X-Men found me a some... time later."
"Really?"
"Oh God."
"That's terrible... hum John.” Foggy’s says in disbelief.
“It was a difficult time.” John clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably.
"What happened after that, you were never publicly tried for your involvement with Magneto." Matt keeps the conversation moving.
"I was pardoned.” John continues matter of factly “I was a minor during my time with the Brotherhood. I had to agree to finish my education and train with the X-Men. I did and then went to college in Australia where I was born."
“that's quite a story.” Matt can hear Karen’s pen scratch online the paper as she tries to get it all down.
“yes, one that I'd like to not be undermined by some journalist trying to make a buck.”
Pt2 Continued in reply…
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Smitten Kitten [4]
one | two | three | four | finale
-> Pairing: Felix x Female!Reader | Hybrid!AU (mostly platonic idk)
-> Word Count: 1.2k
-> Genre: Mostly Angst
-> Warnings: HUGE TW - this chapter contains scenes of animal/human abuse. Do not read this chapter if you are easily triggered by these themes. Also cursing
-> Summary: You never wanted to be involved with hybrids. They were risky and had too many rules for you. But what will you do when a little black and white cat that you take in turns out to be the very thing you steered clear of?
-> A/N: I do apologize for this chapter being short and violent and whatever. It’s kind of just a filler chapter because I would like to have the resolution as a chapter itself lol
Hell.
Life without Felix was practically Hell.
In the two months that Felix had lived with you, you had become completely used to having another body in your house. Without him, it was extremely lonely. You often believed that you could revel in the quietness of your apartment, needing nobody but yourself to keep you company.
How wrong you were.
The silence was practically unbearable now. Even if Felix wasn't the most talkative of the bunch, simply having a roommate was enough for you. You learned to never take things for granted- especially someone like Felix.
The tuxedo cat hybrid messaged you as much as he could, compiling stories of activities that Doug and Karen made him partake in. They spanned from 14 hour work days practicing for different Hybrid Shows (Karen was quite the fanatic for Fodlan's Finest Pets) to up to three days locked in his room because he was rude to them.
The days where he had to hide his phone and refrain from messaging you were the worst. Like today.
You paced around Ashe's living room, practically burning a path into his rug as you trudged for hours, checking your phone in case.
"Y/N, I'm begging you. Sit the hell down."
This was the third time Ashe tried to ask you to sit. Your nervousness was definitely affecting everyone else, as seen by Sylvain, whose tail hadn't wagged during the entire hour that you were over.
"I can't Ashe, what if I get distracted and he messages and needs me? If it's an emergency-"
"Please, dear God, he's been gone for a week and a half. He's a big boy, too. Definitely capable of taking care of himself."
"But did you see him when they left! How he looked? It- it was awful. Sad. Whatever they did to Felix isn't just something to brush off. He didn't even try to argue with them- Felix always argues!" You spat. You felt a little bad for being so angry, but this was your friend, goddamnit.
Suddenly, your phone screen lit up and a notification sound rang through the apartment. You practically launched the phone out of your hands with how quickly you lifted it up, checking your messages.
"He sent a video."
"What does it say?"
"There's no other message. Just the video."
The screen was black. Your fingers shook as you pressed the play button. The first thing you heard was Karen's voice, the shrill soprano of her tone nearly breaking your eardrums.
"Felix, this is the third time today. Get the fuck out of the bathroom."
The camera then showed a bathroom and shakily pointed to the door, where the knob was wiggling violently.
"Fuck off!" Felix exclaimed just as loudly. Your heart lurched at the sound of his voice. He sounded okay.
"Felix, I'm not doing this anymore. Come out before I have to force my way in."
The camera flipped, now showing Felix. You gasped.
His hair was down from its usual ponytail, the strands framing his face messily. He always wore a frown, but this one seemed to etch deeper into his face. The real eyesore of it all was... well, the literal eye sore.
A giant bruise was blossoming beneath his eye, spreading down quite a ways away from the eye itself and onto his prominent cheekbone. He didn't seem to fret over it, of course, but you certainly were.
"If you're not doing this anymore, I should just go back to Y/N's-"
"Don't you EVER talk about her again, do you hear me Felix Hugo?" The door rattled again. "She's not getting you back. You belong to us and it's about time you act like it."
Felix rolled his eyes. "Really now? We'll see about that soon." He murmured. He stood up and turned the camera back towards the door, slowly walking up to it and unlocking it.
As he finally began to open the door himself, it swung open with the force of at least a hundred Karens. The video got a good view of her face before she noticed, screamed at him to turn it off, and lifted her hand. A loud smack resounded through the speakers before you saw the phone clatter to the floor and the recording shut off.
You finally looked up at Ashe, who was already looking at you. "Do you think this is evidence enough to get him back?"
He looked even more troubled than you, glancing over to Sylvain. You couldn't imagine how Sylvain may be feeling at the moment- he came from a similar situation, except with breeding instead of pageants.
"It's got her face in it and Felix has a visible wound. I think it's good."
You nodded and grabbed your bag, wordlessly leaving to Madame's. Ashe and Sylvain scurried behind you, not that you noticed. You were too focused on getting your Felix back.
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"We'll see about that soon."
You turned away from your phone at the next part, not wanting to rewatch your beloved hybrid get hit.
Nancy held onto your phone, watching the screen rather intently for someone who didn't give two shits about Felix. Ashe held his hand on the small of your back, giving it a few comforting rubs to calm your nerves. Finally, the video ended and she handed you back your phone.
"I just wanted to show you this and the other messages and videos as evidence that Felix is being abused by his owners. I know you hate him but he deserves a good life and-"
Nancy held up a hand. "Felix is the biggest asshole I have ever met. I may not like him, but animal abuse is still abuse."
"He's not an animal."
"Hybrids are animals, sweetie. Get over it." She smacked her gum and picked up a phone. "I'm going to call them down to the facility and while we wait, you are going to show Hybrid Protection Services those videos. They will deal with the rest and hopefully by tomorrow you will have complete custody over Felix."
You could only smile at Nancy. Yeah, she was a wack-ass bitch, but at least she was helping you. You just prayed that you would never see her again after this all was over.
After a few minutes, two HPS officers came through the front doors of the Facility, making a small bell ring to signal their entrance. Nancy kindly tells the officers of the situation and twirls her hair, batting her eyelashes at one man you could only describe as long, tan, and handsome. Too bad that wasn't your type.
Your type was average height, pale, red eyes, asshole- wait. No. They were talking to you. Oh, they wanted to see the phone. Oopsies.
Once more, you distracted yourself by picking at the sleeves of your sweater to avoid listening to the videos again. The HPS officers nodded and stepped off to the side with your phone and a notepad, figuring out what to do.
Soon, the bell rang once more and you turned your head, finally making eye contact with those red eyes that you'd been longing to see for weeks.
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Photographs and Memories
A/N: This meets a couple of challenges. First a request from @openheart12; next, @wackydrabbles where the requirement was to use I can't believe you remembered (noted in bold); and finally, @julychoiceschallenge run by @samgtt700 where the challenge for July 17 is moon.
A/N 2: I actually did my own moodboard for the first time with some coaching and encouragement from @oofchoices, so thank you again!
A/N 3: This doesn’t actually fit in with my chronological series as I’m envisioning Charley as an attending and they’ve been together for a while at this point.
A/N 4: I gave Ethan a bit of a backstory here and named his mom Karen. I also gave her an older sister and a niece.
Disclaimer: Most of the characters belong to PB
Series/Pairing: Open Heart - Ethan x f!MC (Charley Valentine)
Word count: 1514 (oops, but at least it’s under 2,000)
Request is from here
Alan was still on the phone when Charley stepped outside onto the deck. Ethan was stretched out on the Adirondack chaise staring up at the night sky. She settled herself on his lap and curled against him. She could tell that he was still annoyed.
“Looks like a full moon tonight. If I’m remembering my astronomy correctly it’s the Hunter’s Moon.”
Ethan kissed the top of her head, and she could feel him smile. “It’s also the Harvest Moon this year.”
“Showoff,” Charley teased, snuggling closer.
He shifted, wrapping his arms and jacket around her as protection from the cold October night. He nodded his head to the corner of the deck. “See where Jenner is lying? I used to have a telescope set up there. I spent many nights out here looking up at the sky.”
They settled into a comfortable silence, watching the night sky. Finally Charley had to ask. “So, your Aunt Nancy was your mom’s older sister?”
“I can't believe you remembered that! I mentioned it once during your second year. Yes, she was. And we don’t discuss her any more than we do my mother.”
“But-”
“No. Nancy made a decision to not have anything to do with me or my dad when my mom left.”
“You’ve never even met your cousin Lisa? Has your dad?” Charley shivered.
Ethan pushed up, displacing her from his lap. “It’s time to go in. I don’t want to be responsible for you freezing to death.” He called Jenner as they walked to the door. The dog got up and stretched, plodding to the door. “Tonight, please, girl.”
Charley stepped into the kitchen and opened the jar of dog biscuits. Ethan held open the door and Jenner trotted into the kitchen and sat up, waiting for her reward. “Good girl.” The dog took her treat and headed for her cushion by the fireplace.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, Lisa. Thank you for calling.” Alan disconnected the call and turned to Ethan. “She’ll be here around ten to drop the boxes off.”
“Fine.”
“Ethan,” Alan began.
“I said it’s fine, Dad. Lisa has nothing to do with mom leaving and Nancy pretending we didn’t exist. It doesn’t mean I’m going to consider her family or even a friend, but I can be civil for as long as she stays to drop off a box or two. She can even stay for a cup of coffee for all I care.”
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Charley woke alone the next morning and the sheets on Ethan’s side of the bed were cool so he had been up for a while. The blanket at the foot of the bed was messed up so she knew that Jenner had been in with them sometime during the night.
She showered quickly and dressed before heading to the stairs. She crossed the threshold of Ethan’s childhood room, scanning the walls and shelves of his past. On the shelf were all of his high school yearbooks. She went to pull out his senior year when a voice stopped her. “I brought you coffee.” Charley turned to see Ethan leaning against the doorjamb, smirking at her.
“One of the times when we come down here, I’m going to spent at least a day in here going through your past.” Charley took the coffee mug out of his hands and preceded him down the stairs.
“I would be more than happy to let today be that day.”
“I’m sure you would, but we don’t want dad to have to deal with Lisa by himself. It also isn’t fair to Lisa,” Charley reminded him. “Do I smell bacon?”
“You do. There’s also pancakes.” Ethan glared at her as she turned at the bottom step. “Don’t even say it.”
“You are a fabulous cook. You could’ve been a world class chef! How can you not make pancakes?” Charley gave Alan a hug as he turned off the stove. “Good morning, Dad. Why didn’t you teach him how to make pancakes?”
Alan smiled, handing her two plates of pancakes and bacon. “I couldn’t teach him all my secrets; he’d never come home to visit me.” He grabbed a third plate and they sat at his kitchen table.
Jenner padded over, sitting next to Charley resting her chin on Charley’s leg. “Don’t give her bacon,” Ethan warned as Charley handed the dog half a strip.
Afterwards, Charley cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, listening to Ethan and Alan discuss Lisa and Nancy. “So, you’ve never met Lisa, either, Dad?”
Alan shook his head. “No. The last time I saw Nancy was about a month before your mother left. She was still living in Waterbury and she had just found out she was pregnant with Lisa. After your mother left, I reached out to Nancy and she told me that she didn’t know where Karen was, she wasn’t interested in ever speaking to Karen again, nor did she want anything to do with either of us. That surprised me, because she had always adored you.”
Charley leaned against the counter. “That sounds strange. She never said why?”
Alan thought for a minute. “No, but-“ He was interrupted by the doorbell.
Ethan reached the door first and opened it to a short blonde with ice blue eyes staring up at him.
“Um,” she stammered, looking at him trying to balance the boxes. “I’m looking for Alan Ramsey? Is this the right place?”
Ethan grabbed the boxes out of her hand. “Yes. Come in, please.” He kicked the door shut after she entered.
“I’m Ethan.”
“I thought you were too young to be Alan.”
Alan spoke, “Please, sit and make yourself comfortable. I’m Alan, and that’s Charley, my future daughter-in-law.”
“Oh, you’re engaged? When are you getting married?” Lisa looked from Ethan to Charley. Charley laughed and Ethan looked startled.
“We’ve only really just begun talking about maybe getting married, someday. Alan just thinks we should do it already,” Charley laughed.
As the four visited, Lisa told Alan and Ethan that Nancy would mention them from time to time but said that her mother had always felt Alan wouldn’t want to hear from her again.
Ethan asked, “Did she ever say why she wanted nothing to do with us?”
Lisa thought for a while. “I think she was really angry with Aunt Karen. She said that when grandfather died, Karen wouldn’t help mom plan the funeral. Then, she just disappeared. Mom said that she was so lost when her dad died and then her sister left. I think that mom was just mad at everyone about everything. I think she wanted to reach out and didn’t know if you would talk to her again.”
Alan said he wished he had known; he would have loved meeting Lisa and seeing Nancy again. “After our last conversation I didn’t feel like I should call her. I guess I hoped she had called me.” Alan asked her, “Do you need any help with your mom’s things?”
“No, I don’t. After clearing out her parents’ house, she never really accumulated much stuff, so I don’t have a lot of ‘things’ to deal with. Her stuff was mostly clothes, a bookcase of books, and a few pieces of jewelry. Oh, there is her kitchen.” Lisa laughed. “She loved to cook, so she had a lot. But I don’t have much, so that works well.”
Lisa nodded to the two boxes she brought. “I found these in her bedroom closet with your name and phone number. She left me a note saying she hoped the phone and address were still correct. I didn’t open them, she had them taped.”
“Do you want to see what’s in them?” Alan asked.
Lisa checked her watch. “No, it’s for the two of you. I need to get back to Connecticut and it’s a two-hour drive.” She left with a promise from Alan that she’d keep in touch.
After she left, Alan got a knife to open the boxes. He handed it to Ethan. “Care to open them?”
Sensing he was about to refuse, Charley grabbed the knife and wrapped Ethan’s fingers around the handle. “Open them. Please.”
Glaring at them both, Ethan set one of the boxes on the coffee table and opened the first box. He lifted out a photo album and handed it to Alan who flipped it the pages. “I haven’t seen these photos in years. Karen was always sending her parents pictures of Ethan.” There were three photo albums in total. Alan flipped through the first, Charley looking over his shoulder.
She yanked the book out of his hand. “These are baby Ethan! I – I need these!”
Ethan tried to grab the album out of her arms, but she held tight and clutched it to her chest. “No! I’m keeping this!”
“It’s for Dad,” Ethan began.
Alan interrupted him and grinned at Charley. “She can have them. I already have plenty of baby pictures.”
Charley smiled at Ethan and he gave up, knowing he would not win this round. He leaned over and kissed her. “Whatever you want.”
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Montana cops can't shake off specter of paranormal
Cascade County Sheriff Bob Edwards says he has a little empathy when talking to people about some of the unexplained things that go “boo” or bump in the night.
He remembers his days as a detention officer working the late shift at the old county jail when he saw a mist through a video monitor that to this day he has no explanation for.
It’s a scene often repeated in horror and thriller movies — good and bad — where law enforcement comes the rescue at the end to keep pure evil in check or have it slip away.
Is this just another ghost story? No way, says one Montana expert on this topic.
“Cops are trained observers so when I hear that a cop had heard or seen something possibly paranormal, I take it seriously,” said Karen Stevens, author of Haunted Montana and several other books featuring spooky tales from the Treasure State.
“Unfortunately, most of them don't like to talk about it,” Stevens said.
But Jon Goffena of Roundup, who spent 16 years with the Musselshell County Sheriff's Office, said he likes to talk about some of the bizarre unexplained encounters he had while on duty.
He said he was checking a grade school one night and could hear what sounded like tiny footsteps upstairs and a child's laughter. He said he went into the room and the laughter stopped. However, he saw tiny footprints in the dust.
Another time he went to a high school at night to check for vandalism. He could hear footsteps across the gym floor. He came around from a curtain on the stage and it set off motion detector lights. He gave chase, but at the time wondered why the other person's motion did not trigger the lights.
"I was definitely in pursuit of something that wasn't there," he said.
Goffena, now a horse trainer and security officer, said with an easy laugh the he was a believer even before he became a law enforcement officer.
"I grew up on the ranch and saw some interesting stuff in the sky," he said. "I am a believer in what I saw."
And he has a lot of stories. One of the more intense ones occurred when he was no longer a deputy.
He once went to a hospital in Roundup for an allergic reaction. He was lying on a bed when a nurse wearing a uniform that looked like it came from the '50s or '60s entered the room.
"She comes in and talks to me, takes my vitals ... visits with me briefly and I go back to sleep," he said.
It was then that another nurse came in to take his vitals. He said he had already been tended to by a nurse, and gave her name.
"She said they did not have a nurse by that name," Goffena said.
He said some law enforcement officers will dodge these kinds of discussion because they are concerned with how it will be interpreted.
"I have always been open," he said. "Most guys in law and enforcement are black and white. If you can’t prove it you didn’t see it.
But Edwards, bracing himself for comments that he will be called crazy, will talk about his experiences, mostly because he has a witness: a co-worker.
He said the old jail had cells on one side and an apartment for the sheriff on the other. At one time the sheriff was required to live in the jail. He was upstairs in the apartment side one night and heard footsteps coming up the rickety stairs.
“I figured someone was trying to play a trick on me,” he said, “and I opened the door really fast and was surprised to see there was nobody there. I went ‘Whoa’ and it freaked me out.”
Edwards went downstairs and asked Mike, the deputy he was working with, who was upstairs.
“He said ‘You are the only person up there, Bob, nobody is here.’
“I told him I was not going back up there,” Edwards said.
He describes the old jail, which was across from the county building and near the county annex, as “an old haunted house.”
He said he and Mike later were looking at a video monitor and witnessed a white mist hanging in the air around the hospital cell.
“It looked like someone was blowing out cigarette smoke,” Edwards said.
Mike went down to investigate, but he couldn’t see it. But Edwards could still see it on the monitor. Mike raised his hand to see if he could feel it and the mist shot off the screen.
“I had massive goose bumps,” Edward said. “Here I am, a big tough detention officer in charge of 200 guys in jail and I am worried about this mist.”
The mysterious mist never returned again.
A few years later, the sheriff's Explorer's Post, a program for young people interested in a career in law enforcement, would put on a haunted house at the old jail.
Edwards said one of the more seasoned detectives went down the night before and was doing some finishing touches on the main floor.
He then heard a big metal cell door slam shut and echo through there. He thought there might be a transient in the building and unholstered his gun.
Later, he told Edwards: "Bob, I went down those stairs, shut off the lights, and I will never go down there alone again."
Edwards is not alone when it comes to tales about the old jail, or other spooky places around Great Falls.
Michelle Heberle of the Great Falls-based Montana Association of Paranormal Studies says her group usually gets calls regarding houses.
"We go wherever we have to go," she said.
Heberle said other than the old jail, the Lobby Bar has had quite a few paranormal sightings.
Heberle said she has had contact with the spirit of murderer Duncan McKenzie, who was executed in 1995. The spirit asked to be called "Duncan."
She said paranormal investigators also caught the thermal image of a body builder near a cell where a man had killed himself.
Her organization has not only investigated the jail, but she says there were asked by county commissioners to do the courthouse.
She said ghosts are pretty nonconfrontational, but yet want it to be known that they are there.
"Once the client understands that, they can deal with it," she says, adding the Bible says "there are spirits all around us."
One spirit even followed her home from the Grand Union hotel in Fort Benton, she says, but left after a few days because nothing was familiar to them in their new surroundings.
Herberle says she has only come across one spirit that was demonic.
She declines to talk about it, saying it didn't turn out well for the parties involved.
Edwards said his deputies sometimes get calls from people reporting strange goings-on.
He said much of that activity can be attributed to the wind, and it does get windy around Great Falls.
He said in the early 2000s they were getting several reports of UFOs, or lights in the sky.
"It hasn’t happened in a while," he said.
He said he coaches deputies to do their best when taking these kinds of reports, collect the facts and rationalize with the caller, maybe they saw an airplane or meteor, he said. "A lot of these folks are very convinced with what they saw. You don’t argue the point with them, you take your information and document it in a report.
Edwards, who has been with the department since 1992, said he wasn’t a huge believer in that sort of thing.
"But after personally experiencing what I experienced in the old jail, I am very empathetic," he said. "Are people crazy for reporting that stuff? Absolutely not. After what I witnessed I will never downplay what I’ve seen. People will read this and say 'that sheriff is crazy,' but I had a witness, so I am happy I had a witness."
[Phil Drake, USA Today]
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