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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 900 !! 🥺 you deserve every single follower and you’ll be at 1K in no time!! we love you so much!! please don’t put too much pressure on yourself!

you don’t have to do this at all and it’s kind of lame but,,I’d love some evan hc’s with a (gn or male) reader who just- loves spoiling them? truth be told all of these boys have been through a lot and I just wanna take care of them yknow so 👉👈

Reader Spoiling The Evans

THANK YOU!! I LOVE YOU!! That’s sooo sweet, thank you babey<3 it’s mostly gender neutral, until half of Kai, i’m really sorry about that, but i couldn’t really think of many ways to spoil him, there are still a few things for Kai that are neutral!!

I did very specific snuggling with Tatey because @tatesimper wanted it, no problems, I got you darling<3

ALSOOOO I just really quickly wanna say that I made a

roleplay account for James March and Kai Anderson called @murder-daddies,

if you want to send a message on anon (or off!) or follow, that’d be great! I thought it’d be really fun to have an rp account:)

okay, enjoy! :)

Tate

-Loves being spoiled with your attention more than anything else -Any sort of praise or reassurance makes him soft and blushy -He loves cuddling and would melt completely if you initiated cuddles -Him standing at the end of your bed and you open your arms - “c’mere” -He’ll timidly climb and crawl over to you and flop in your arms -He’d love to hold hands with you as you cuddle together -He would love to hear you read to him -Give him big slobbery kisses “mwah” -Obviously listen to him when he talks -Rub his back -Let him lay on your boobies/chest and play with his curls -Share your snacks with him, but feed them to him and he’ll love it -Perfect scenario is watching a film or documentary, Tate laying between your legs while you shovel popcorn into his mouth

Kit

-The best way to spoil Kit is to do things for him or make things for him -He’s grateful every single day that you make dinner and says thank you every single day - “She’s pretty, she can cook, is there anything you can’t do?” -Baking cupcakes or cookies for him is one of his favourite treats as Kit has a huge sweet tooth -Kit loves when you buy him little gifts, even like flowers -Though you don’t have much money, so maybe stick to baking -Although Kit loved when you bought cigarettes for him, or lit them for him, or even occasionally smoked them with him, he would be willing to quit if you wanted him to -You would have to help him and support him to the nth degree -He would come home frustrated after a long day and not have anything to calm him down since he’s trying to not smoke -Let him take his frustration and anger out on you:) -Also tell him that every time he gets an urge to smoke he should kiss you -Which leads to your cheeks always being wet -Listen to him rant about work even though you don’t understand any of the specifics

Franken Kyle

-If you give him literally anything he will treasure it, because you gave it to him so it’s special -If he’s supervising (trying to help, but really just watching) as you cook, you have to give him a spatula to stand and hold so he doesn’t feel useless -He’ll stand there and take his job of holding it very very seriously, and if you take it from him to stir, you have to put it back in his hands -If you put it on the counter, he won’t pick it up he’ll just whine until you give it back to him -He absolutely adores soft cuddly things, so every stuffed animal you give him he cherishes -He earns a present when you leave him with somebody else while you have to go do adulty things -Even though you obviously can take him everywhere if you wanted to, sometimes it’s just easier to leave him at home while you quickly go out and buy food or sort things out -If you leave him with somebody, he doesn’t interact with them much and only needs them to keep an eye on him -But he’s always very whiney when you leave, so if he’s a good boy and stays at home with Cordelia or Fiona, then he gets a stuffed animal brought back -They will not leave his arms, even during dinner -He’ll try very hard to bring them into the bath with him but you won’t let him, so you compromise and leave the stuffed teddy on the sink, facing Kyle so he can watch him have a bath -If you give Kyle a kiss goodnight you have to also kiss the teddy -Kyle loves to cuddle up to you and absolutely loves when you play with his hair or stroke his shoulder or something -Whines if you stop touching him, even for a second to scratch your nose -Wants to be the sole focus of your attention -And he always is

Jimmy

-That boy is a snuggle machine -He loves having you close like most of them do -But he specifically melts at kisses -A single kiss on his cheek or his hand will make his entire day -He’ll automatically smile and put his hand to his cheek where you kissed him, before promptly regretting it as now he can’t feel the imprint of the kiss anymore -Loves when you show you listen to him -He’ll tell you that he’s super worried about doing a certain new act, but he’ll be rambling while you brush your teeth, assuming that you’re not even listening -But then the next day you’ll go with him to the main tent and give him a big smooooch on the cheek and tell him that he’ll kill at his new act -His whole face will light up, not even realising that you really were listening to him -He’ll be so happy and confident from your kiss that he’ll do great at his new act -To really treat him, take him somewhere -He loves the reassurance that you aren’t embarrassed to be around him -He also loves drinking so -Take him to a diner or bar, or to be super special, maybe for his birthday (June 23rd), you could take him on a mini vacation -Save up, and if Miss Elsa is in a generous mood, she can give you a few pennies to help you out -Most likely pay for the taxi to the hotel you booked -Jimmy loves spending time with you so he’ll adore being on a one-on-one holiday with you and just you -Have lots of sexy fun time

James

-He yearns to be with you, feel you, smell you and touch you -Spoiling him with attention and affection will make him melt inside -He also wants to feel comfortable and safe around you -Being there for him and listening to him when he’s a little down or frustrated about something means the world to him -He adores to listen to you too -Before going to bed you take it in turns to talk -Because you love his voice so much he will lay in bed with you snuggled at his side and read aloud The Great Gatsby, or a different book he’s reading -Either a literary classic or a murder mystery -If it’s your turn, you’ll snuggle up to him and stroke his hair -His hair when wet gets a little curly and you tease him about it -Wrap his little curlies around your fingers as you tell him a story about a strong knight in shining armour saving a princess called Y/N from an evil dragon - “Isn’t that a little juvenile, darling?” - “Do you want to know how it ends or not?” - “Apologies, please do continue”

Kai

-The best way to make Kai feel spoiled is just to not make his ‘job’ any harder than it already is -Don’t resist pinky powers or murder missions and just listen to him and be obedient to him -He’ll feel so much more comfortable around you if he doesn’t have to constantly fight with you -Although he wants strong people in his cult, he wants sheep that are devoted to him a lot more -If you murder somebody near him, you’re showing that you’re hard and strong but just be sweet to him -The sweeter you are to him the more vulnerable he’ll become towards you -Letting him talk to you about his parents and how he feels, even if his thoughts don’t make much sense -Honestly, the biggest compliment is Kai coming to talk to you about his feelings, even if his thoughts and feelings don’t make sense -Because if he has it all figured out, he already thought about it for a long time by himself -But if he doesn’t know what to think himself, then clearly he values your input and needs you to help him figure things out -Willingness to do everything for him -Listening to all of his plans and only contributing if he wants you to -I’m sorry, I know you requested gender neutral but the rest is about making babies, Kai is hard -If you’re willing to start a family with him he’ll convince you that the only holy way to do it is to get married first and do it properly -He’ll probably never ask you to marry him or be his s/o, because that’s a little cheesy -He’ll just take you out and take you to a jewellery store with some savings and ask you which ring you like, and then take you to get married -He’ll tell you and reassure you how good of a cause it is that you’re giving him a Messiah -You’re everything he’s ever wanted in a woman -Obedient to him but defiant against everybody else

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ckret2 · 5 years

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How would Nido react to newly hatched rodans? Would he be a sort of older brother type figure? How would Ghidorah react to Nido suddenly teaching glassblowing lessons?

I’ve put thought into this! Uncomfortable thought!!! Due to the fact that Nido and his species are in a really awkward position! So let’s cover that elephant in the room first so we can move past it and on to the cute parts.

First off, we know that like, Nido is currently the only living Rodan, right? There are eggs waiting to hatch, but none have hatched yet. Which means, if he’s got any interest in ever reproducing—and there’s a chance the future survival of his species may depend on that, considering that the gene pool is small and who knows how many of the waiting eggs will actually hatch—then, due to the lack of any alternatives whatsoever, he’s gonna have to reproduce with someone who hasn’t been born yet.

That’s more than a little bit uncomfortable! That’s like! Hella uncomfortable.

So if he hears that new Rodans have hatched, he’s going to be absolutely thrilled to bits, like completely ecstatic, over the moon—and then he’s going to ask whoever told him this news if the flapling’s a boy or girl.

If it’s a girl, he’s steering the hell away from that volcano. He’s not making friends with a baby that someday he might be required to save the species with. Once she’s grown and starts exploring the world, if she comes to his territory, they’ll be introduced then—and she’s taking the lead on what kind of interaction that’s going to be. But he’s not going to be her mentor as a kid and he’s not going to visit her first.

(Rodans are self-sufficient from the moment they hatch, so she won’t be like, totally defenseless if she’s fending for herself. She lives in a volcano. She’s fine.)

“There’s only one Rodan alive right now” (or “there’s only two or three alive but they’re not reproductively compatible” or “there’s only one of breeding age and the rest are too old”) is a common enough threat in their species’s history that “if this happens, avoid hatchlings of the opposite sex until they’re grown up” is hard-coded in their Instincts™.

Did you know that a species automatically qualifies as Critically Endangered if there are less than fifty mature individuals in the wild? Like, imagine Earth supporting fifty Godzillas at once. Can the ecosystem take fifty Godzillas? And there’s never more than one Mothra at once. The MUTO life cycle involves massive swarms of MUTOs whittling themselves down to a single individual that’s responsible for spawning the entire next generation of MUTOs. All titan species are critically endangered at all times. They just… live in a constant state of critically endangered.

So anyway.

If it’s unavoidable that Nido and a baby girl Rodan have gotta get to know each other while she’s still a juvenile—maybe she’s constantly being hunted by sea serpents, maybe her volcano explodes and she comes to him for help, whatever—then Rodan will be thrilled and eager to take her under his wing. But they’re siblings now. She’s his sister from now on. Sibs.

If the flapling’s a boy, then Rodan is immediately zooming straight to the volcano, no detours, no scenic routes, he will dart straight across the deepest depths of the Pacific if he has to, and he’s gonna land on that island and go “HI MY NAME IS NIDO I LIVE AT NIDO I’M SO HAPPY YOU’RE ALIVE!” (Girl Rodans get the same greeting. They just get it like five centuries later, which means he’s had five more centuries to build up his excitement.)

If there are multiple hatchlings within a short period of time, then the pressure’s off Nido and he can relax. He’s no longer responsible for saving his species. He’s just gotta defend the hell out of these kids until they grow up and get to it themselves. They are all his siblings now.

Family relationships between Rodans—whether siblings or parent/offspring or random adult/random child—are usually super loose. Since hatchlings are self-sufficient, they don’t have parents or older siblings taking care of them and raising them. Rather, the people that children are closest to aren’t based on blood relation, but on neighborhoods. They’re closest to whomever they live nearest. Sometimes that does happen to be blood family; but sometimes an egg was dropped in a volcano between two total strangers’ volcanoes.

Neighbors usually view nearby flaplings as “also neighbors, but ones who are clueless and weak, so check up on them once in a while to make sure they’re doing okay.” Like if An Adult is living in an apartment next door to an elder with dementia or a clueless 18-year-old who was forced to move out alone and get a job with no support system, The Adult might check in on them every once in a while to make sure they’re healthy and fed and haven’t, like, accidentally clogged their toilet with no idea how to unclog it.

So, to some extent, Nido’s relationship with a bunch of newly-hatched Rodans would be like that—hands off, they’re taking care of themselves, he’s just checking in on them. But at the same time, oh god he’s never met another member of his own species he’s so happy someone else is alive now, he’s going to be checking up on them much more than necessary. He is an emotionally needy big brother. He’s gonna make up excuses to visit them.

“Oh, I knew there was a hurricane in the area, I wanted to come by to make sure you’re fine—”“The hurricane is the dude you live with.”“Ya.”“There’s a hurricane because he came with you to visit.”“… Yeah?”“You wouldn’t have needed to check up on me if you hadn’t decided to visit and brought him along, causing the hurricane.”“……… Okay so I came up with the excuse when we were five minutes away from your nest, but—”

Mentoring the flaplings in everything he knows is definitely among his excuses to spend time with them. Glassmaking counts.

“How would Ghidorah react to Nido suddenly teaching glassblowing lessons?”—like, Nido mentoring kids in glassmaking wouldn’t come across to Ghidorah like a “suddenly” thing. There’s a new generation that lacks skills, of course their elder’s gotta teach the kids what they don’t know. That’s obvious. That’s natural. (Dorats have more parenting instincts than Rodans do.) They’ll also probably sit in on lessons just because they wanna see what Nido’s doing, but their wing membranes aren’t as durable against heat as Nido’s Badass Lava Rock Wings, so they can’t do it themselves.

#anonymous #ask #('a baby rodan hatches yay' is among the plots i'd Like to do at some point)#(but don't have firm plans to insert yet)#about my writing #headcanons #rodan #godzilla

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canaryatlaw · 5 years

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alright, so today was pretty fun. I woke up at 9:20 when my alarm went off and started getting ready. I was meeting friends at 10, so I figured 20 minutes to get ready, 20 minutes to get there, should be good and I left on schedule. of course it took me more like 7 minutes to get there because the place is actually really close to my house, but I figured there’d be a wait because it’s a pretty popular place and most people are still off. So I figured I’d go put our names on the list, except I walk in and we got empty tables and nobody waiting. Oh. So I get seated at a table by the door and wait for my friends to arrive. It’s this cute little place down by the old village area in like the historic district of my town that’s all just very nostalgic and cute. They have a ton of like, different fun wintery coffee options but also said they had flavored hot chocolate, so I asked what flavors that could be and they basically said whatever we had for the coffee, so I ordered the gingerbread cookie coffee flavors in hot chocolate form and it was so damn good, let me tell you. Friend 1 arrived after not too long, I expected them to come together being that they are twins but they’re both married and don’t live together; apparently they had been planning on it but the other was running late so they decided to come separately, and friend 2 showed up not long afterwards. These are like, the two friends from high school I actually keep up with and make an effort to see when I’m home because I really don't give two shits about anybody else (the only third person would be the guy one of them is married to, so he kinda comes with the package). They’re both currently working as teachers at the school now though, which was a bit of a change for the second as she has a degree in biology and was planning on doing fertility treatments, which she’s still pursuing on the side, but she ended up coming in as a part time english teacher after the last one (who was by far the worst teacher I’ve ever had and she was there for WAY too long) got offended when they moved her to part time because there were less kids in the class and decided to quit, for the good of all humanity (I seriously cannot emphasize enough how shitty of a teacher she was. she was fucking awful. we were supposed to be reading the tragedy of julius caesar like, out loud in class, and it took us 3 fucking months to get through it because she was so incompetent we’d get through like a page a day. it was torture). so I was glad to hear that at least, especially because that teacher would’ve had the class my sister is in, and my sister now has my friend instead, which I’m very thankful for. So we talked about the school of course and what’s going on there with the administration and all that. They of course always had a much better relationship with the school than I ever did to be able to go back and teach there; I mean if I was a teacher I would never even consider working there because I had such a terrible experience as a student there. but yeah, good stuff to discuss, and then we moved onto some of our more typical discussion topics like abortion and foster care and all that good stuff we like to discuss lol. the Ohio heartbeat bill that had just been passed then vetoed then maybe overriden came up and I just of course repeated my position that if you want to decrease abortion, you should remove the need for it from society and change the culture, not decrease access to it, which I think is a solid argument most people can get behind. once we finished breakfast we walked a bit in the little shopping area and ended up in a store that has super cute baby clothing and toys and such. one of them has a ten month old so she was telling us about him and all that fun stuff. I didn’t have anywhere I specifically had to be afterwards so I ended up following her back to her family’s place to see the baby, but he ended up having been taking a nap so we figured we’d save that for another day, so I headed home from there. Not too much was going on at home, my sister had decided she didn’t want to work on college apps today but would do so tomorrow instead, so that wasn’t on the schedule. I forget if I talked on here about it before but she’s decided she wants to go to one of the state schools upstate fairly recently, but still hasn't taken the SAT or started her application, whereas my parents very much want her to stay at home and do the local community college, so that’s gonna be interesting to see play out. so I mostly just chilled for the rest of the day and didn’t do all that much. people came home after work and they had dinner before one of my friends from theatre came and picked me up and we went out to Applebee’s (after another restaurant was way too crowded). We’d been keeping up fairly regularly, she’s one of the only ones I still talk to other than the guy I was with yesterday who was a family friend long before we did theatre together. But this friend is now in her second year of law school, so of course we have a lot to talk about and such. so we talked about passing the bar and it being over, she wants to do like, financial regulation law which tbh I don't even know what that means but she seems to really like it so hey good for her. and yeah, we chatted about all that good stuff and somewhat about how the other people we used to know just have not moved on with their lives whatsoever and we’re just like....we’re so far removed from that now it’s crazy really. so it was a nice time. once we finished she dropped me off and I spent a little bit sitting in my parents room mostly talking to my brother about law related stuff which eventually veered towards the juvenile justice system in comparison to the adult justice system, because NY just recently raised the age for juveniles to automatically be sent to adult court to 18 instead of it being like 16 I think previously, which is insane when there’s literally only one other state that was doing that. but we were talking about a small charge in the adult system versus one in the juvenile system, whereas in a more regulated system like Chicago small charges all go to juvenile court, and the only ones that make it into adult court are the very serious ones (murder, rape, etc.) I still firmly believe there should be a hard limit on not charging kids under 15 as adults, they are children in every sense of the word and treating them like adults is absurd when we literally have an entire fucking system based around addressing the different needs juveniles have than adults and to use the adult system anyway is ridiculous. okay I’m ranting I know, but the point I was getting at was it was actually a fairly civil conversation and I was able to share some of my experiences working with juveniles and how they end up in the situations they did, and I felt like (for once) he was actually listening and thinking about what I was saying rather than just trying to argue with everything that came out of my mouth, so that was a nice change. of course he ended with “well there's not much we can do to help [low income communities riddled with violence] and they can just shoot each other it’s not our problem” at which point I was like, except I work with the incredibly traumatized kids from those communities and it very much is my problem because that’s the work I want to be doing, and I don’t think he gets that, but he seems to be at least a little more open minded towards all of it, so that was good. I was telling him how when I was in juvenile justice class we had to read this book about a family in the projects in Chicago in the 1980s and I would read it on my commute to and from the juvenile courthouse, and the bus I took there passed right by where the projects used to be (like the book would mention a kid chasing a ball across the street of Damen ave, which is the street the bus runs down) and I swear passing it every day was like seeing ghosts, phantom children running after balls in the street and getting caught in the crossfire of gangs, little girls being gunned down while jumping rope where what now is just a parking lot, and all of that hit me real hard. And I think if you’re gonna work with these kids you need to understand the background they’re coming from and the trauma they’ve been experiencing all of their lives. I’m ranting, anyway. Once we wrapped up that discussion I headed to my room and got in the shower to start getting ready for bed and now here I am. it is just past 1:15 am and since I got up rather early (for me lately at least) so I am quite tired and will be going to bed now. Goodnight my friends. Have a joyous rest of your evening.

#daily journal #December 2018

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cruzrogue · 5 years

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Chapter 4

Earth-2 Felicity Q-Smoak

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Late night at the Marina

Summary:

Thea Queen and two friends stumble on a night where they get to see the Hood vs Smoak's men at a marina.

Notes:

Still a short chapter. Per request- Thea comes into the fold.

I’m going to try to start the story in present tense of what is current time and then cut to the past as Earth2 soulmates find themselves and become the current versions of what the reader will see them become. Any ideas are welcome! Tumblr: cruzrogue twitter: @cruzstar75

-previously

“Oliver, you are the only one I let myself be vulnerable with. Never thought I’d have so much faith in one person as I do with you.”

He nods because it is the same with him. “If I do this, I want… No, I need you to come home with me.”

“Your family thinks of me as the devil incarnate. That the reason you stay with me is because of Stockholm syndrome.” He can see the deep-rooted emotions of that time cross her face. “How could their loving son become a killer if not for the woman who supposedly owns him.”

He is on his knees before her taking her hands into his. “Baby, I chose you before I knew I loved you. With so much darkness around us and with Zoom always looming around the corner becoming the Dark Archer was… is my choice.”

Still on his knees holding her hands as he let’s out a chuckle knowing it somewhat will her annoy her when he adds the truth to how his family really sees her now of all things, “No, my family once thought very low of you. Now they welcome you with open arms. It’s me they are upset with. They want their son back and I’m finally ready.”

“Okay, they don’t hate me but my reputation is not favorable. How will the Queens publicly align themselves with a woman who is seen above the law?”

“Well… That’s only because you created a sovereign empire. You are the law.”

“Funny!”

“Come on. My ruthless queen who takes in the rift rafts of the world and gives them a life and purpose.” He gets up from off his knees and holds out his hand for her to take. “Don’t you think that is so cool?”

“I think I may have some marbles loose.”

“Your sanity is as my own.”

He walks her to the large picture window he had been looking out earlier and has her in front of him as he wraps his arms around her front keeping her in place as she looks at a city, they have built from ground up.

“Oliver, Starling was once your home and can be again.”

She can see from the reflection of the window that he sways his head no.

“You are my home, you and our two plus the one that will grace us in a few months are where I belong.”

“Your sister may try to sway you to go corporate with her.” Her head turns to look at his as he’s looking down and his eyes tell the story that it will never happen. Thea is a really good C.E.O. since Robert Queen stepped down.

“Can’t believe we are at this shady marina.” Morgan whispers to her two friends. Looking at her friend Shane Colvin eyeing his sweetheart Thea.

“My dad is going to kill me if he finds out. We are supposed to be at the wharf with the other kids our age.”

“Calm down Thea. Your daddy will never find out we are just hanging out no big deal.” He takes her hand. “Hey I’m here. Okay?”

“I just don’t want to get into trouble. You know how my dad is super protective since he’s come back home. He says I’m all he has now. It makes me miss my brother more.”

Shane doesn’t mean to say it but it slips from his mouth, “He’s not your real dad.”

Morgan's mouth opens in shock. Everyone knows Malcolm Merlyn fought Moira Queen for visitation rights once Robert and Oliver Queen were presumed lost at sea. Even with Merlyn’s supposed death recently when the man in the hood partially stopped the madman’s attack on the city.

Thea notices it first the green leather man coming out of the upper corner of a building as he heads towards the newly docked ship. Pointing upwards her two friends look and catch the Hood coming upon the ship with his bow raised.

Seeing but being of distance to hear what is being said as the Hood’s arrow hit something. The onlookers know the woman, the owner of this huge yacht wasn’t hit if she were, she’d be dead. Seeing another man running and looking super awesome like some ninja by running up the sleek siding of the boat he flings himself toward the emerald archer and they begin to have some sort of hand to hand combat.

Monica giggles at watching Felicity Smoak looking a little puzzled. “I bet she’s upset that one of her babies died tonight.”

“Yea, I hear she names her tech toys.” Thea lets out a small laugh.

“Powerful and yet a geek.” Shane looking at his two companions. “I think the flying ninja just said something that made her leave him to defend her.” Shane’s swaying his head at the absurdity.

Both men dancing around each other but as backup to protect Ms. Smoak arrives the Hood retreats. Shane lets out a low whistle at seeing all this action and that is enough to lure two men with guns their way. All three captured and brought to the large ship.

Felicity is brought to where the three teens are sitting. Oliver trailing behind her in a respectable distance. Looking at the kids and seeing just young juveniles who at the wrong place and time.

“What are you three doing so far from home?” She looks at them all mum to any answers. “There are no residences in half mile radius of this marina. Its all industrial. It’s past ten at night. Do your parents know where you are?”

“Why do you care?” Shane lets out. Making the two girls look at him.

“I may or may not but being investigated because the likings of three youths gone missing would be bad for business.” Felicity looks at the guards looking after these three. “Let them go after you get their names and hand them over to SCPD.”

“No, no. My dad would ground me for life. Please can’t we just leave.” Thea is up from her chair and the guard raises his gun automatically.

Felicity eyeing the man he lowers it instantly. “What is your name?”

“It’s…” taking a moment before saying, “Thelma.”

“Thelma? Do you have a last name?”

“Um… it’s Dearden.” Felicity looks at the girl and says, “Now the truth please.” She can hear Oliver take in a long breath.

“No really, it’s…” Thea hangs her head low as she speaks, “It’s Thea Queen.”

Felicity’s head spins to look at the man with the mask as he’s looking at the girl in question.

“Well Thea, I can’t leave you unescorted so…”

“We’ll leave and not cause any problems please just let us go.”

“I can’t do that.” Felicity looking at one of the guards. “Call a cab service and escort them off the premises make sure no harm comes to them.” She retreats from the room passing Oliver and his eyes are still on what seems to be his baby sister.

Once Felicity has left the room Oliver nods to the guard and leaves to meet up with Felicity. Finding her just down in a room his sister and two friends will pass on their way out. He is in shock but he holds his stance as the commotion of the youths pass his way and are escorted off the boat to wait for a cab it seems.

Halfway through Thea stops. “Shoot I forgot my bag.”

“Thea!” she hears two worried voices.

“Just go I’ll meet you both out on the dock.”

She looks back at Shane then at Morgan before leaving to get her bag. Hurriedly walking through a few corridors to where she and her two friends were escorted out of when she hears voices and slows down to eavesdrop.

“She’s so big. Little Thea isn’t so little.”

She’s thinking to why these people are talking about her but her mind registers to that voice and she gulps because that is only a voice she can now only hear from past recording. Family recordings of better times for the Queens. Without thinking she runs in calling out her brother’s name.

“Ollie?” she short stops to look at a ghost who really isn’t a ghost but a man who she saw fight the Hood. “Oh my…”

“Thea!” Oliver is beside himself he looks at his baby sister and back at the woman he was sharing a moment with.

Felicity looking at the two siblings decides to let them to talk. “I’ll be in my office.” She waits until he gives a sign he understands before actually leaving them.

“Thea.” Is all he can muster to say.

“You’re not dead.”

“No. I…”

“Why did you let everyone thing so? How could you…”

“Thea, it’s not like that. I had no choice, believe me, I had no choice.”

“Felicity Smoak has held you captive? I’ve heard things but how could that bitch…”

“Thea! No, she had no control of it either.”

“What?” she gives him I don’t believe you face.

“I met Miss. Smoak some days ago. My captors released me to her.” Oliver slowly walks the distance to his sister. “Miss. Smoak is someone I owe a debt to.”

“Did she buy you? We can pay whatever it is. Oliver, you’re alive. We can make everything better.”

“No Thea, there are things in this world money can’t buy and I was given to Miss. Smoak if any rumor of me being free could jeopardize you, mom and dad. I can’t allow that to happen.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Thea, I need you to forget you saw me, just for now keep any news of me being alive to yourself.”

“What? Why? You’re alive. I miss my big brother.”

He pulls her to him and she begins to cry.

“I’ve missed you too.”

#Olicity #oliver queen #felicity smoak #earth 2 #arrow

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dontshootmespence · 6 years

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Round and Round We Go

A/N: An anon request for a fic where the reader (I decided on an OC) is a troubled teen that brings a gun to school. A constant victim of bullying, she decides to get revenge. When the team is called to help, Spencer puts himself between the possible victims and the gun and attempts to talk her down because of his own past with bullying.

Warnings: Bullying, Gun violence, Suicidal ideations.

“Not bad today.”

Zoey Gould muttered to herself as she tucked a strand of her unruly brown hair behind her ear. The mirror in her locker had been covered up with tape for days. She was unable to look at herself without hating her reflection. After all, she was “ugly,” “unlovable,” “unfuckable,” basically just completely worthless. The bruises on her arms had all but disappeared, and the general torture had subsided. Maybe they’d all finally gotten bored of it.

Since she was feeling a bit better, she decided to try looking at herself in the mirror, and while she wasn’t a model, she felt she looked okay. She liked her eyes, the shape of her lips. She did have a few pimples that wouldn’t go away and her hair was unruly as all hell, but maybe she wasn’t ugly. Maybe there was someone out there that would love her for all her flaws.

In an instant, she felt her forehead clash against the metal of the locker and fell to the floor, clutching her head and patting around to search for blood. The familiar warm trickle down the side of her face left a crimson stream, followed by the salty one just moments after. “You can stand to look in the mirror?” Bethany asked, smirking in Zoey’s direction as the blood trickled down her face. “Even on a good day, you’re still disgusting to look at.”

While Bethany was her main attacker, she was never without her boyfriend, Tate, Tate’s best friend, Joey, and Bethany’s own best friends, Chelsea and Lia. The entire group of them snickered as Zoey picked herself up off the floor. “Why won’t you just leave me alone? What do you get out of this? Of hurting me?” She said, her voice strong to start but losing power with each word.

Of course, they didn’t have an answer. And just as all the previous times, she started to cry despite her desperation to stay strong. “People wonder why you don’t have any friends,” Lia said.

“I don’t,” Bethany interjected. “An ugly, pathetic, cry baby? Who would want to be seen with her?”

As they walked away, Zoey slipped to the floor with her back against the locker. Who would want to be seen with her? Talking like she wasn’t even there - she wasn’t really. Not anymore.

When she started high school, she walked in confidently, feet planted firmly on the floor. Now though, she floated in and out, barely grazing the shoulders of her classmates as the spoke about her with derision - like she wasn’t even there.

The girl’s face was marked with stab wounds - all over the place. Thankfully for her, they’d been done postmortem. Based on what their evidence so far, the team came to the conclusion that they were looking for a teenager. The two murders were messy. If it wasn’t a teenager, it was a first-time killer.

“I think I found our unsub,” Garcia said as she walked in. “Her name is Zoey Gould. She’s 16 years old, a junior at the high school, and she hasn’t been seen by family or anyone at the school for two days. Her father however, says that a semi-automatic weapon is missing from the house.”

“It wasn’t locked up?” Rossi asked unbelievingly.

Garcia shook her head.

Spencer shuffled through her papers. “She’s intelligent. Straight A’s. It stands to reason that she figured out the combination and took it to get revenge on the people that have wronged her. Have you seen all of the documented incidents?” He’d read the papers in under a minute, each word dug into his skin like a dagger, reminding him of his own past, so far behind and yet still so fresh.

Every member of the team glanced toward the board where the pictures of a dead and mutilated Bethany, and her boyfriend Tate. “These two, in addition to quite a few others, have been on record as torturing her,” Spencer said, his eyes wide with frustration. “How was nothing done? She was pushed into lockers. She was bruised. She’s gotten cuts on her head and arms. There have been numerous incidents where she was humiliated in front of large groups of classmates, in class, the gym, assemblies. She’s been made fun of relentlessly. And this is only what’s been documented. I-”

Of course, he didn’t agree with the things she’d done, after all, he’d been in the same position and chosen the opposing path, but he understood her pain. Being so isolated like that, it had to wear on you. That on top of Bethany’s torture and it was a wonder she hadn’t snapped earlier. Her victims didn’t deserve to die, but she didn’t deserve what she’d gone through either. This was a no-win situation.

His stomach was tied up in knots as Hotch received a phone call. It wasn’t good. “A girl with a semi-automatic as stormed her way into the school. She has hostages.”

Deducing a person’s motives was what he was good at. Day in and day out, he and his team saved people and avenged others. Spencer did love his job - most days. This was not one of them.

As the BAU entered the school along with SWAT, Spencer felt the bile rise in his throat. With his past experiences, he was the one most likely to get through to her. “Reid?” Hotch said. “You can do this.”

He didn’t have a doubt that he could at least get her to listen to him, but getting her to surrender, that was something else entirely. So much pain had been thrust upon her, and although wrong, this was her way of getting it out.

Slipping around the corner, he approached, his gun holstered, and Morgan and Emily right behind him, guns drawn. “Turn around and go back,” Zoey said, aiming her gun at Spencer. Her hands were shaking. Although she was teetering on the edge, she wasn’t over it yet. Zoey’s classmates and schoolmates cowered underneath tables and chairs. Spencer suspected some of them were direct targets of her wrath, while others would just be collateral damage; he couldn’t let that happen.

“I can’t do that,” Spencer said softly. He held up his hands, hoping to convey to her that she wasn’t under threat, despite the fact that his friends were at his back with their guns ready to fire. “I’m not going to hurt you. I-I just want to talk.” He felt for the children cowering in fear, but knowing what he knew, he felt for her too.

“Why?” She cried, her voice breaking as she spoke. “So you can tell me you know what I’ve been through, that I don’t have to do this? It’s about time someone paid for everything I’ve been through. I get beaten and called names and spat on and these useless teachers don’t do anything!” She turned her gun on a particular teacher. When Spencer looked at him, he got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. “This is all I have.”

God, he knew that feeling. His eyes started to water as he spoke, and at first, he staggered over his words. “It’s not. I promise. And I do know how you feel - more than you will ever know.”

“How?” She screamed, startling her classmates still shaking with overwhelming fear. “Have you been called names on a daily basis? Have you been brutalized by people men and women, old and new for no reason? Have you-”

Spencer didn’t want to cut her off, but he didn’t want her to spiral further out of control either. “Yes, Zoey,” he said softly. “I started high school at a very young age. Every single day I was pushed, shoved, kicked, punched. I’ve had my head dunked in toilets. I’ve had every slur imaginable thrown at me. I was even stripped naked and tied to a flagpole. I was left there for hours.”

While Morgan knew that story (he’d spilled his guts after a very similar case), Emily did not. He couldn’t see her, but he could feel the change in the air. Emily wanted to kill whoever had tortured him. The feeling made him focus even more on Zoey. In these types of cases, there was such a thin line between make the right and wrong choices. “That’s horrific,” Zoey said, a tear rolling down her cheek and onto her jacket. “That can’t be real.”

“It is,” he said. It sounded like a fake story, but he needed her to know it was real - to know that despite what he’d been through, he’d come so far. “There was a girl I thought was cute, and one day, her friend told me that this girl wanted to kiss me, but she’d only do it if I was blindfolded.” He felt the vomit rise in his throat at the memory. “I met where she wanted to meet, blindfolded and nervous. She kissed me and started taking off my shirt. And then I heard laughing. She pulled the blindfold off, and my entire class was there, laughing and pointing while the girl’s friends pulled off everything but my underwear and tied me to the flagpole. I wasn’t able to get free for hours. And that was only one instance.”

Zoey’s face softened at Spencer’s story. “Didn’t you want to hurt them?”

“Yes,” he said honestly, “But I knew it was wrong...and I think you do too.”

She lowered the gun slightly. Spencer felt the air return to his lungs and then get punched out as she tried to point the gun at herself. “You don’t have to do this!” Spencer said hurriedly. He kept his hands where she could see them and stepped closer. “You’re still young. The circumstances might have you tried as a juvenile rather than an adult. You have so much life left to live.”

“I’m a bad person,” she sobbed. “Other people go through this to and they don’t do what I did. I am weak. I am pathetic. I don’t deserve to live!”

Spencer could feel his ability to get her to surrender fading quickly. “Everyone has a breaking point. You were pushed to yours, but you can still do so much. Please...let me help you. Let me and my team get you the help that you need so you can start to heal.”

Zoey’s eyes glanced from Morgan to Emily and back to Spencer; she was unable to focus much on any of them, her mind too abuzz with possibilities good and bad. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. For a second, Spencer thought he’d missed his chance, but she began to lower her gun. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m-” Her face turned bright red as the air left her lungs and she collapsed to the floor where Spencer met her. He wrapped his arms around the fragile young girl while Morgan and Emily got the hostages out of the area and the gun far from Zoey’s grasp.

“I know how it feels to be alone, to be afraid of your own mind, but you can heal in time - if you allow yourself to.” Her grabbed her hands and stood up, bringing her with him as he tried to reassure her that she could heal and be redeemed for the damage she’d caused. “I need to put the handcuffs on you now, okay?”

Meekly, she nodded her head. The click of the metal brought on a fresh wave of tears and nearby officers stared in confusion at the kindness he was showing her. Pulling a tissue out of his pocket, he wiped the tears away and walked her to the police car. “What happens if I can’t get tried as an adult? I-I’m so scared.”

“I’m going to speak on your behalf,” Spencer said, without realizing he’d committed to the thought. “There’s a lot of evidence on your side. Be truthful about what happened and be truthful about your remorse.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice shaky as she sat down in the squad car. “I’m sorry for everything, and...thank you Agent.”

He nodded softly and turned around, leaving the teenager alone and his mind racing with the thoughts of how unfair the whole situation was. Zoey had been tortured, and in turn, she’d tortured others. Would the cycle begin anew?

@unstoppableangel8 @coveofmemories @jamiemelyn @sexualemobitch @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @rmmalta @lukeassmanalvez @reddie-for-mileven @hogwarts-konoha

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x oc #dontshootmespence #round and round we go

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andykoons · 6 years

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CHAPTER 9 - THE AGRICULTURALIST (part 1)

We froze. None of us said a word. We just raised our hands in unison, bathing in the pale, blue-white light from an LED flashlight.

"Put down the fuckin' knife, girl." The man said in a voice that sounded like buttered leather. The knife clanged as it hit the floor.

"We didn't know anybody lived here." I said. "We're just trying to find supplies. But we'll leave and you'll never see us ag—"

"Shut the fuck up, fat boy." He barked.

Fat boy? I thought.

"Y'all are as fucked as a hillbilly at a family reunion." He said.

I saw a spark in Addy's posture. Something had hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Adam?" She asked. It was quiet.

"It's me." She said. "It's Addison."

He pushed Sammy and I aside, cursing under his breath.

"You better not be fuckin' with—" He whipped her around angrily and shone his flashlight directly in her face. His motions became slow as he stared at Addy in disbelief. He lowered his sawn-off shotgun and it dropped to the wood floor before he grabbed her and pulled her in for the longest hug ever recorded.

He held her face before his own and studied every facet. He wore an old trucker hat which had the white stains of salty sweat lining the rim. The coat he wore was old and tan and torn in places. His black, bushy beard contorted in a way that suggested he was sporting a large smile underneath, and the tears that fell from his eyes speckled the wiry hairs of his admittedly magnificent beard, forming constellations of reflected moonlight. I thought of my own beard and just felt emasculated.

That bullshit emotional barrier that all members of the Fields family have began to break away from Addy and she wrapped her arms around Adam and sobbed.

"The hell you been, girl?" Adam asked. Addy sniffed and wiped her eyes as they took a step back from each other.

"We've been in Leonidas." She said. "We were heading for Battle Creek but we got—" She sniffed and then laughed. "We got stuck in Leonidas and just never left."

"You been in Leonidas this whole time?" He chuckled.

"We had a settlement out there." I said. "It was overrun after an explosion drew in a herd of zombies."

"How long ago? Five? Six days ago?" He asked. I must have said something interesting.

"Five days ago." Sammy said.

"Knew I heard something'." Adam said. "What was it?"

"Propane tank." I said.

"Goddamn." He said. "I always wanted to blow up one of them."

"It wasn't as fun as it sounds." Addy said. "We lost a lot of people."

"It's why we're out here." I cut in. "After they breached the fences, we had to evacuate in the military trucks and head for Alamo. Heather is my wife, and she had my kids on those trucks."

"And you lucky fuckers missed the trucks." He said.

"Yeah. We need supplies and weapons if you have any to spare." I said.

"I got some stuff." He said. "Probably not as much as you need, but it'll help."

"Anything will help." Addy said.

Adam closed all the curtains in the house and grabbed a box of matches from a cupboard. He lit a series of lanterns in the central room. Everything was wooden. Like a lumberjack's wet dream. It was exactly what you would expect from a guy who ives alone in the woods with a fuck-ton of guns. The walls were covered in beer signs and taxidermy trophies. There was a severely outdated calendar, each month adorned with a scantily clad swimsuit model. We were standing in the home of a living stereotype. Unsurprisingly, I found a "Make America Great Again" sticker on the side of his gun safe.

This man and I will not become friends. I thought.

His dinner table was a large slab of organically shaped wood. The chairs weren't actually chairs, they were sawhorses that could seat two at a time. We gathered around and sat.

"Man." Addy said. "This place has changed a lot."

"Did most of it myself." Adam said.

Would have never guessed. I thought.

"Was David with you?" Adam asked.

Addy looked down at her twiddling thumbs. She was thinking about her brother.

"I haven't seen him since before Beijing fell." She said.

"Yeah. It seems like that's when everything went to shit." Adam said. "I'm sure he's somewhere saf—"

"In all honesty, Adam. He probably isn't. My brother probably died two years ago when the virus got to the states. I've accepted that much."

It felt uncomfortable.

"My name's Milo Becker." I extended a hand to shake. He responded in kind. His hands were tough like sandpaper. Much like my father's hands always felt. They were the hands of a man who worked very hard.

His grip was firm and his hand nearly swallowed mine. It was a reminder that even as a married father of three, I still can't help but think of myself as a boy. My hands have done their fair share of work, but to me they still feel soft and juvenile.

"You married Heather, huh?" He asked. "She still a spoiled brat?"

I laced my chuckle with extremely subtle sarcasm and contempt. Sammy's eyes darted back and forth from me to Adam.

"She's doing good." I answered. "Or at least I think she is. If that's what you're asking."

"She's a hard headed bitch." He fired back. "In a good way. She get's that from her mother. If anybody was built to survive all this, it's Heather."

"She's definitely hard headed sometimes." I said, nodding in agreement. I didn't like what he was saying. Heather didn't like being compared to her mother. They never really got along. And I definitely didn't like her being called a bitch in any fashion. But nevertheless, I nodded and smiled, because I didn't want to ruin our chances of getting supplies from him. It wouldn't kill me to just bite my tongue until the next day when we leave.

"They have three kids, Adam." Addy said. "Three boys. Wilson is five, Everett is three, and they have a little baby, Lucas. He's a little over a year old."

"Wow! Three kids?" He exclaimed. "I never thought in a million years that she'd settle."

"Huh. Settle." I said, hiding the contempt a little less. "That's funny."

"Wasn't trying to be funny." He said.

"Well I'm pretty tired, guys." Sammy said. "I'm just gonna—" He stood up, awkwardly pointed toward the bedroom, opened his mouth to say something, then turned and walked away.

"I'm coming too." I said standing. I reached out and shook Adam's hand again. "Sincerely, Adam. Thanks for everything."

Sammy and I climbed into the huge California King and almost instantly passed out, waking briefly as Addy climbed in later that night. I had a dream about a dog who was somehow a lawyer. Don't know where that came from.

I was shaken out of sleep. It was Adam. Pale blue moonlight seeped through the cracks between the curtains and illuminated the sparse, floating flecks of dust.

"What time is it?" I whispered.

"It's about four in the mornin'." He said. "You and me are gonna go out and get some food." He extended his hand to pull me up.

I grabbed my blue jeans and my jacket and threw them on. It was a cold September morning and I could faintly see my breath as I was lacing my boots. I felt the air moving behind me as Adam shoved a hairy arm into the sleeve of his coat. The house was dark, only lit by a single lantern on the handmade dinner table. Making everything either a dark shade of yellow or ebony.

Adam opened one of the cupboards and revealed a large stash of cigarette cartons. I watched as he opened one and grabbed a fresh pack, slapped it against his palm a few times and ripped the plastic off. He turned and saw me eyeing him.

"Smoke?" He asked as he extended the pack forward to me. I grabbed the pack and pulled the white cancer stick from the soft paper box. Two long years elapsed since I had a cigarette. Not by choice, mind you.

"After things got bad here." He began. "This was the first item on the list of shit I needed. Priorities, right?" He chuckled.

"Heather will kill me if she finds out I smoked." I said.

"If that's what she's gonna get hung up on when you get to Alamo, then her priorities are as bad as mine." He said before lighting his cigarette and then lighting mine. The smell of smoke, the feeling of your blood vessels constricting as the nicotine takes effect, it's fucking orgasmic.

I followed Adam to the gun safe, he turned the dial smoothly in a variety of ways, aligning an arrow with a sacred sequence of numbers. The lock clicked and he spun the three-spoke handle, allowing him to swing open the heavy green door.

I had never seen so many guns and knives in one place outside of dated action movies. This man was a survivor in every sense of the word. There were three shotguns, a tactical, hunting, and his sawn-off from the night before. Half a dozen pistols, another half dozen hunting rifles with varying sizes of scopes. My lack of gun knowledge was painfully obvious. The only one I really recognized was the M1 Thompson submachine gun with a drum magazine, or "Tommy Gun" for those of you who know less about guns than I do. I pointed right at the iconic death machine.

"Is that semi automatic?" I asked, sounding a little boy.

"It was when I bought it." He said. "But now it'll saw someone in half at six-hundred rounds a minute."

"Holy shit, that's cool." I said. He handed me a black pistol.

"Ever use one of these?" He asked.

"Not really." I responded. "I'm better with a knife. I used to have a sword but there was this couple we ran into on the way here and took it along with most of our stuff. Left us with just one knife."

"How did they manage that?" He asked sarcastically. I showed him the gun he had handed me.

"They brought a gun to a knife fight." I said. It managed to put a smirk on his hairy face. He reached into the safe and grabbed one of the hunting rifles.

"Grab your coat, I'll show you how to use that." He said, looking at the pistol he handed me. I followed him outside.

He walked me through the basics of the handgun, a Glock 19, apparently. He familiarized me with the safety, how to eject the clip, checking the chamber, weight difference between a full, half, and empty clip, keeping my hand clear of the slide so I don't tear a chunk out of my hand when I fire. Just enough information to make sure I don't shoot myself in the face. We walked a mile or two from the house in the cold darkness of the morning before he felt comfortable enough to have me shoot for practice.

I managed to shoot at things, only hitting them by chance at first, but after a few pointers, Adam improved my aim. He was as patient as a Bhuddist priest with severe anger management problems.

"I'm gettin' fuckin' hungry, man. If you hit that damn tree where I told you to, we can get some food." He said impatiently.

"I started my shooting career half an hour ago, give me a break." I fired back as I aimed, and then I fired the gun. A small puff of dust popped out from left of the center of a crudely carved circle Adam had made in the bark of a tree about twenty yards away. I smiled in my victory and looked at Adam.

"It's about fuckin' time, boy." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"C'mon. The dead folks are probably headed this way." He said. We continued deeper into the woods.

Roughly a mile later, we came upon a tree with a deer stand about fifteen feet up. Adam threw the strap of his rifle around his shoulder and began to climb up the knotted rope tied to a thick branch above the tree stand. It obviously wasn't his first time scaling this particular tree.

When he reached the stand he sat and huffed for a few moments before catching his breath. I looked at my gun.

"What do you want me to do? Look for rabbits or something?" I asked.

"Ain't yer daddy ever take you hunting?" He said. "You don't use a handgun to hunt. Least not that one."

"Then why am I out here? I thought we were hunting." I said.

"I am hunting." He corrected me. "Yer standing watch to make sure none of them dead folks gets me. Now shut the hell up and keep yer eyes open."

It was silent for a few seconds.

"What if I see a deer?" I asked. He looked down.

"Every time you say something', I get less worried about how mad Addy will get if I kill ya." He snapped. "Now shut the fuck up. I ain't gonna say it again."

I looked around obediently, searching for signs of the dead folks.

Dead folks. I thought. What a stupid name.

Adam was peering through the giant scope mounted on his rifle. You could probably see mice getting it on from a mile away with it.

I thought about what he said before about my dad taking me hunting. It was true, I never went. Growing up in Kansas, hunting was all anybody ever talked about. I always wanted to go, and was told on several occasions that we would, but those empty promises never came to fruition. Getting older and moving north turned me into the very antithesis of my family's culture, anti-gun, heavily liberal, atheist, and if I'm being honest, a hint of elitism as well. I began looking down on people who wore camouflage. People who voted Republican. People who had a Christian fish magnet on their car. I became the kind of person that annoyed the shit out of my family, partially because I just didn't believe the same things they did, but mostly because I wanted to be the pariah. I wanted to be the black sheep. Maybe I thought it would make me interesting, or maybe I just like to have pointless arguments about religion or politics.

I thought about those arguments, and how much I really missed them. I miss thinking I had my shit together and then someone pulling the rug out from under me with some statistic I thought they would be too dumb to research. It told me that nothing is ever black and white. No political party has the correct answer on every issue. Every question, every problem has grey areas, and you'd be an idiot to deny that. Maybe I just miss talking to my family. Maybe I'm just over being away from Heather and the kids.

Maybe I'm—

BANG!

"Hell yeah!" Adam yelled as the thunderous blast echoed through the trees.

"Jesus fuck!" I yelled back. "A little warning next time? I just about shat myself!" Adam was laughing.

"I dropped that fucker! It's fuckin' head got blown in fuckin' two!" He said gleefully as he descended from the tree stand.

"C'mon, man. Let's go get it." He said before hopping ahead like a little Japanese school girl. I followed.

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alittleabouteverythingg · 7 years

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hadiyyah makes a playlist*

So I've been in China for a few weeks now and I still haven't figured out my phone situation. On one of my first days here EF (the company I work for) gave me and the entire group of other teachers that arrived the day I did a sim card. I learned immediately from arriving at the Guangzhou airport how important having a Chinese sim card was. Unlike Hong Kong airport, where there's automatic accessible wifi, at the Guangzhou airport you have to put in your Chinese number to access the wifi. So there was literally people by the bag retrieval selling sim cards. Luckily a few days later I got my own Chinese number and sim card, and EF even gave us free (super old) Nokia phones to temporarily use for a month. This aided in opening my bank account at ICBC bank but that's about it. Everyone here uses the WeChat for literally everything from communicating to bill payments and all my little Nokia has is snake (remember that game?). But luckily I brought my iPhone with me. I turned off my services so my bill wouldn't be ridiculously high, and decided to use my phone only on wifi. I told myself before leaving for China that the key to staying here would be having pieces of home that was dear to me with me. Those things were: my pikachu stuffed animals, pictures of my family, and two playlists with my favorite songs that I made on Spotify. The cool thing about Spotify is that you can make the playlists and download the songs on wifi (I did this while I was home) and you'll be able to listen to them even when you don't have service. (I have premium btw) So I chose these songs (kind of) carefully, songs that I knew that I loved and would make me feel good regardless the weather,the mood, the day, the country.

Here's the two playlists.... Playlist 1 - Chill * Talkin To Me - Amerie * Closer - Goapele * Nothing Even Matters - Lauryn Hill * When We Get By - D'Angelo * He Loves Me (Lyzel in E Flat) - Jill Scott * For Real - Amel Larrieux * If I Was A Bird - Floetry * If It's Love - Kem * Pieces Of Me - Ledisi * Cruisin' - D'Angelo * Believe - Raheem DeVaughn * Until The End of Time - Justin Timberlake & Beyoncé * The Best In Me - Marvin Sapp * Diary - Wale * Exhale/Shoop Shoop - Whitney Houston * Superpower - Beyoncé * Can You Stand The Rain - New Edition * Tears Dry On Their Own - Amy Winehouse * Comfortable - Lil Wayne * My Life - Mary J Blige * Fly Like A Bird - Mariah Carey * No Angel - Beyoncé * Use Your Heart - SWV * Passionfruit - Drake * Sweet Thing - Mary J Blige * Someone To Love You - Ruff Endz * Did You Wrong - Pleasure P * I Smile - Kirk Franklin * Free- Destiny's Child * Me and Mr.Jones - Any Winehouse * A Woman's Worth - Alicia Keys * My Love - Ciara * Grapevyne- Brownstone * Bag Lady - Erykah Badu * Speechless - Ciara * I Wanna Be Down - Brandy * Butterflies - Floetry * Love Galore - SZA * Crown Royal - Jill Scott * Love,I Thought You Had My Back - Keyshia Cole * CoStar - Day 26 * Teenage Fever - Drake * Every Little Thing I Do - Soul For Real * Still Standing - Monica * Slowly Surely - Jill Scott * If You Love Me - Brownstone * Baby I'm Scared of You - Womack&Womack * Keep Your Head To The Sky - Earth,Wind And Fire * Fool's Paradise - Meli'sa Morgan * I'm Still In Love With You - Sean Paul * Oui- Jeremih * God In Me - MaryMary * Certainly - Erykah Badu * Deep Inside - Mary J Blige Playlist 2 - Upbeat • Incredible - Future • Shining - DJ Khaled • It's A Vibe - 2 Chainz • International Players Anthem - UGK & Outkast • Girls on Stage - Dom Kennedy • Tunnel Vision - Kodak Black • How's It Going Down - DMX • Madiba Riddim - Drake • Play No Games - Big Sean • Say Hello - Jay-Z • Signs - Drake • Good Things - Rich Boy • Bodak Yellow - Cardi B • Fight Night - Migos • Ayy Ladies - Travis Porter • Knuck If You Buck - Crime Mob • To The Max - DJ Khaled • Back That Azz Up - Juvenile • When I Come Around - Dom Kennedy • Moment 4 Life - Nicki Minaj • Lord Give Me A Sign - DMX • One For Me - Wizkid • I Think I Love Her - Gucci Mane • Move That Dope - Future • Magnolia - Playboi Carti • White Iverson - Post Malone • Koze Kuse - DJ Merlin • Back Up On It (Jasmine) - Dougie F • Slippery - Migos • My Type of Party - Dom Kennedy • Whatever You Need - Meek Mill • Unforgettable- French Montana • Goosebumps - Travis Scott • Rake It Up - Yo Gotti • Fever - Vybz Cartel • Come Closer - Wiz Kid • Blessings - Big Sean • Proud of You - Drake

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