#let’s show some hospitality

[thatsbelievable]

#How to Invite a Vampire Into Your Home #tips #tricks #life hacks #helpful hints #advice #vampire #vampires #Dracula #Bram Stoker #you know what #go ahead and invite that vampire in #let’s show some hospitality

[mochiiniko]

look me in the eyes and tell me nicole hasnt seen the wallpaper at some point

will never stop thinking about this image the implications are driving me INSANE

#im kinda worried about posting on mobile #bc i made an rd art post the other day and its #its just not showing up in the main rhythm doctor tag for some reason💀 #surely it wont happen again !! #idk when in the game cole made that picture of nicole as his wallpaper #but id like to imagine that he set it pre act 5 #and would look at it during act 4 when he was away from the hospital #just a little something to remember her by :] #also i hope we get to have the full wallpaper someday #smh cole sharing is caring let me have nicole as my wallpaper too #rhythm doctor #chiimo art shenanigans #cocole

[respectthepetty]

Moments I'm being completely normal about from episode three of Never Let Me Go:

That Nueng really looked at Palm with his eyes saying "Ruin My Life" and Palm had to look away even though his fingers lingered on Nueng's neck

That Nueng's eyes say he wants Palm to ruin his life each time he looks at him, so he mustered up the courage to look at Palm with his face showing his feelings and asked him to stay with him

When Palm worried that he scared Nueng, Nueng assured him he wasn't afraid of Palm

He was surprised

Because Nueng realized Palm did it because he cares deeply for Nueng

Although Nueng can't protect Palm in the same way, he made sure to give Palm happiness and protection in the best ways he knows (and he will buy his guy those shoes!)

Even though they are constantly being watched, they find moments to share with each other even if it's in their dreams

Honestly, I'm still stuck in part two. The entire portion of them dancing while sneaking glances at each other was this episode's mitochondria = the Powerhouse

But glances aren't enough for Nueng

And those moments of honesty expose them

The fact that Palm looked shocked and Nueng looked hurt when Phum called Palm Nueng's underling, but neither were bothered by Palm being called Nueng's boyfriend nor denied it

And when they teased each other, Nueng remained upset that Ben referred to Palm as Nueng's servant when Nueng specifically called Palm his friend while Palm stated he didn't care because Nueng could call him whatever he wanted *being completely normal*

Nueng's body language was distant towards Ben compared to the previous episodes, and the place Ben asked Nueng about his friendship with Palm is the same spot Cake's girlfriend questioned him about his friendship with Eiw in My Only 12%, then he broke up with her.

Chopper was happy to see his cousin

And happier to see Palm, which showed he is just as lonely as Nueng with no one to reach out to, and the one time he did try to connect with someone

That person, Ben, tossed him aside

Chopper talking about Ben brought forth every emotion that he thought he buried. His demeanor changed as soon as Nueng asked about Ben. He was sad. He was flustered. He was happy. *NOT normal about that that lip bite*

And Ben took that away.

#Being completely normal about this show #Never Let Me Go #Nueng x Palm #Chopper x Ben #Palm beating Phum so badly that Phum is laying in a hospital in serious condition has me feeling some type of a way #a completely normal way #Nueng's eyes saying he wants Palm to ruin his life and implode his world is making me feels things #completely normal things #Chopper's lip bite #NOT normal about it #episode three #What am I going to do when Nueng and Palm run away to Palm's mom? #What will I be like then?!

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Oooooh do you think gnomes would have their own language/dialect??

Short answer: Yes. Technically.

Long answer: I have. Feelings. About how language is treated in fantasy. Like “this race has their Own language” despite living in vastly different areas of the same world. Like. Humans having their Own language. Elves having their Own language. Elves, orcs, etc etc. Its not Bad but its definitely like A Thing that pokes at my sides a little lol.

Humans have hundreds of spoken and visual languages! Id like to imagine that in a world with other races, they would have their own variety of spoken language 😊 So yes; Gus does speak in his own native tongue. And he has absolutely badmouthed someone who got on his nerves without them realizing it lol

#answered #chattin #gustavo #theyre like WHAT and hes like what? just talkin out loud :0 #anyway #not to point fingers at popular properties bc basically ALL major games and shows do this #let ur races get confused as hell when they travel the planet lol #gustavo travels to an entirely different continent w like an adventuring group or something #and theyre like hey! theres a town full of gnomes here; maybe u can chat them up #and hes like. i dont know what the fuck theyre saying im so sorry #while were on the subject I love love love that he has such a deep voice #its very strange (obviously from sound clips being distorted) #but like i can imagine he doesnt really come across easily to alot of people #like he talks slower than usual but its also just very deep and he can often slur words together #and for some reason i keep hearing him w a southern (ish) accent in english?? i dunno how to make it stop 😭😭😭 #like very deep very gentle and hospitable…..if theres an italian equivalent of that hmu lmao #this is like COMPLETELY different from Vigis bc he sounds southern and deep too #but like he speaks WAY faster and he sounds completely incoherent when hes angry/yelling #YOU KNOW WHAT #im going to just say Gus being an adventurer #he is just a polyglot #and very fluent in those languages #justifying my sweet southern boy gus! voice agenda lmao

[dylanconrique]

guys i had the craziest chenford dream last night, i'm gonna turn it into a wip.

#*and this is icarly! #okay so the dream was lucy going uc with noah #but seeing how he was in the beginning of 5x16 when she came to back him up #he seems like the kind of guy to me to let a case completely consume him #like he forgets that he is putting himself and sometimes others in extremely dangerous situations #all because HE wants to catch the bad guy... like he has a hero complex that just takes over him #so in the dream they were uc and at some point ended up in a high speed chase in pursuit of a suspect #but the situation becomes too dangerous and starts getting out of hand #to the point where lucy knows better and knows that they need to get out of there and come up with a new plan #but noah doesn't listen and continues to pursue the suspect anyway cause HE wants the arrest #driving like he's in fast and the furious and causes them to crash #i started to wake up a little bit but there was also this scene in my head of tim berating noah in the hospital #like 'she begged and pleaded for you to stop! and now she has [x/y/z injuries] because of you!' #he even whips out the recordings of lucy begging for him to stop... shows pictures of her bloodied and bruised in the very same hospital #idk this played out so cool in my dreams last night would anybody wanna read it?????? #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #noah foster #chenford #otp: you know me so well #there was even a part in my dream where tim speeds up next to their car #and lucy looks over at him absolutely terrified #idk idk let me know if i should write this #does it sound dumb? would you read it??

[there-will-be-a-way]

My ex roommate threatens to call the cops on me.

Last Thursday I told him to leave my apartment and take all his belongings with him. He ended up leaving - but left most of his stuff at my place, including important documents 😒 Then told me he needs to get them. Didn't reply to his message because I have his number blocked. Now he texted me he's gonna call the cops on me if I don't hand out his stuff. I'm still in the psych ward though 🤷🏻‍♂️

Some of the other patients who are Experienced When It Comes To Police Stuff™️ let me know there's nothing the cops can do, especially since I'm still here. I'm not doing anything illegal. So imma keep ignoring him until I get discharged so that he gets real angry in the meantime and lives in misery

#personal posts #let him call the cops idc #they'd show up at the doors of an empty apartment #I'm in the hospital sorry bros ���🏻‍♂️ #also #I went home today to eat cake with my aunt and took this opportunity to take a look at the mess #that ex roommate left behind #went into my bathroom and immediately walked out because I almost threw up #he'll only get his stuff once I'm outta here #*if* I end up handing it out #I could get rid of it and say it never was there #do they have proof? #no. #imma burn some of his important document at the very last #yes I'm petty #and you really have to be an asshole to bring me to that point #but peeing in my bed? #this guy's gonna get the worst of me #bring it on #call the cops #idc #psych ward blogging #the plan is that I'll be discharged on Wednesday but I might ask to be here a little longer #because going back into that apartment and cleaning this mess? #I already see myself riding my bike to the next store and relapse #and facing my family? #nah #I only seem so chill because I died on the inside like 5 times last week #I can't trust myself rn - I don't know how I'd react if I was back home

[bhalspawn]

the thing is i always want to talk about my amputation and how i got sick. its so batshit it makes NO SENSE and i feel special

#when i first got to the hospital one of the doctors told my mom ''there are over 1000 patients in this hospital and your [redacted] is the #sickest one'' which is an interesting thing to tell a terrified parent but also when they told me that i was like hehe really??? #when they told me they had to take my legs i was still on a loooooot of pain killers and the whole situation was insane so i just kinda said #ok and went back to watching a movie (it was best in show i remember that) #but i also thought i was in a hotel and they wouldn't let me watch tv in the living room for some reason #one time i tried to convince a nurse that my mom was picking me up to go see a movie cause i wanted to go home #there was also one time when i thought there was a frog plushie in the corner of the room and my parents thought i meant a real frog #and that's why they kept saying there wasnt a frog there. turns out i was just on soooooo much drugs #oh dilaudid i miss you so. straight in the iv. #wytxt

[kikker-oma]

I think you do a great job conveying high emotion and stress! Also you have cool ideas

Aaahhh THANK YOOUUU

That means a lot, I honestly worry often if emotions are coming through properly!

I've been very blessed that I've never had a true panic or anxiety attack(though believe me I know I've come close before) so I try to be considerate of that and try to relate with my own experiences

I say this cus its kinda funny, but you will NEVER catch me watching a competitive or high stress cooking show tho. Fr. NEVER. That crap WILL give me anxiety.

#ok #so ive had family members die and be hospitalized #ive had some close calls #lost jobs before #some stressful stuff cus its life and stuff happens #but let me tell you #idk what it is about cooking shows but i cant deal with them #watching 20 minutes of Kitchen Nightmares was enough to get my heart racing and my stomach clenching and i had to leave my own living room

[niikaido]

omg i just remembered i had a terrible dream last night about my teeth i hateeeee having dreams about my teeth

#gross warning here // #i had like an extra tooth grow over top my front teeth #and i was having like an anxiety attack cos it was wiggly #and someone wouldn’t let me onto a bus to get to the hospital lol #it fell out along with a chunk of my gums #and there was like gum stuff all over my braces and my gums were like deteriorating #and for some reason i ended up showing it to jimmy carr which was hilarious cos he didn’t know how to respond #i have to make a dream journal tag i have too many weird dream #dream journal tag

[thornsnvultures]

okay, here’s a make me choose:

werebear lee bodecker OR orc bucky barnes

Why must you torment me so?? 😩😩

Okay.. alright.. I'm going with werebear!Lee <3

I could really use an escape from my hectic schedule and I feel like spending the holidays snuggled up with him by a roaring fire in his cabin tucked away in a snowy forest would fix all my problems 🥰 lol Who needs a bearskin rug to lay on when you have an actual bear??

make me choose between: _____ or _____?

#if an orc named bucky just happened to stumble upon us while trekking through the woods and he needed a place to stay #because there's a harsh winter storm coming in? #i wouldn't turn him away 👀👀👀 #in fact i think lee would insist i make him feel at home #show him some good old fashioned southern hospitality #and let both of them take me in front of the aforementioned fireplace 👀👀👀👀 #😌💖💖 #ask games #thanks for asking 🥰

[pearl-kite]

Here we go round the prickly pear

Redactedverse, gn!Warden, reference to Vega, appr. 1300 words so far, posted in full below and on AO3. The plan is to add more for the bits we don't see in between, I'll chip away at it o3o;;

Their hunger drums against their awareness, featherlight but insistent. Distracting.

They don't have time to be distracted. 

They never have enough time, these days. Twenty-odd years ago their caseload had been far more manageable. Not great, by any means; DUMP dealt directly with demons far less often at the time and so had fewer cases, but there were far fewer demons working with them as well. Over time, the department had begun to shift the line of what they felt they had a right to address and had slowly arrested more and more demons as a result. Unfortunately, they hadn't tried to hire more demons to keep up with the increasing arrests until recently, when the caseloads became ridiculous, and more often than not they have to sacrifice breaks to have half a hope of keeping up. 

Sacrifice meal breaks just to keep working.

Sometimes, when they aren't splitting their attention between the pile of case files on their desk and counting the minutes until their next chance to feed, they're cognizant that it's a poor way to accomplish anything. Working with that endless percussion of a distraction probably wastes just as many minutes as a break to top up on their energy would take, but they can never seem to force themself to just take the time.

Their last scheduled break slipped by forty-three minutes ago, and their next opportunity is when their shift ends in two hours and thirty-two minutes.

Distracted by timekeeping, the sound of a folder dropped atop their pile of files startles them enough that they jump in their seat.

"Fuck's sake, Tyl," they swear, turning a glare on the intruder. Their hand reaches for the file almost on its own and pulls it close.

The other inchoate crosses her now-empty arms across her chest and raises her shoulders nearly to her ears before dropping them. "Sorry, I tried to get your attention, but you were somewhere else." Her smile is tired. Everyone is tired.

Frowning, they glance at the clock in the corner of their monitor. Two hours and seventeen minutes to the end of their shift. Fuck. 

They bite back a grimace and look down at the folder. It's a bit more full than most, likely someone who's been in for a while. Or who's been passed around more than the average case. They flip it open to the first page.

Vega. Sadism demon. Under wards for egregious manipulation of unempowered humans. They've heard about him, but not paid the gossip much mind. 

They flick their gaze back up. "And what am I supposed to do with this? He's not my assignment."

Tyl's smile turns apologetic, nearly a grimace. "He is now." She raises a hand, palm up, as they suck in a breath. "I know, I know, but it's a special case." Any trace of a smile is gone. "No one's been able to get him to talk for more than, like, ten minutes. Admin is starting to get desperate to get his discharge process rolling, and you're next in line to try."

They frown and look back down at the file. There are a lot of papers, yes, but the information on them that they can see with a cursory glance is sparse. "Why am I next in line?"

"Seniority, I think," Tyl's head tilts to the side as she watches them skim. "They've been trying to have the usual teams handle him, but apparently whatever he says has the humans backing out of the case. Maybe they hope he'll behave one-on-one, and your track record means you can work alone, so it kind of makes sense."

They raise a hand to rub at their eyes, both to feel more awake and to push away that nagging hunger. "Is there a rush on this, or can I finish things up and go speak with him tomorrow?" Whatever momentum they had has evaporated, but a little time to understand the demon's background would be nice.

Tyl sucks on her teeth, nose scrunched. "Wouldn't recommend it. Someone earlier tried to just put it off and they ended up with extra duties."

The sigh they huff sounds a bit too much like a growl. "Fine." They straighten up the succubus' file they had been working on and set it aside — they don't really understand why there's still so much literal paperwork these days — then stand, new file in hand. "Thanks, Tyl." They don't sound nor feel particularly grateful.

They nod to each other and depart in separate directions.

As they walk, they look through the file. No time for a deep dive, but they can use more than the cursory glance they've already given it.

The demon had been turned in by an incubus for having manipulated two unempowered humans. Manipulating humans was hardly unusual for a sadism demon, but the brief sketch of the situation outlined in the original admissions form does make the situation feel particularly… unnecessary. And bad enough for an incubus to get involved? Addressing the rationale for it will probably be their main goal.

There had been six attempts to start some sort of rehabilitation to get him discharged in the last month and a half, and they'll be making attempt number seven. A quick skim through the authors of each attempt's record has them rolling their eyes — no wonder. Two counselor pairs were little more than interns, and three of the others were assholes on a good day.

Assholes to demons, anyway. Why humans like that even bother working with demons is something that they've never understood.

The remaining counseling pair was a familiar set of names, and entirely capable. But they had excused themselves for personal reasons, whatever that meant.

All of this meant that most of what was in this file was essentially useless. They can't trust anything the bigots have to say, because they're bigots, and they can't trust the inexperienced counselors that have likely over-analyzed anything they saw in the short time they spoke with the subject.

They check the remaining report.

Attempted to discuss topic with subject. Subject immediately began speaking only to IK (small talk, flattery, etc) and completely ignored WP. IK repeated the same questions, and subject questioned why he was taking orders from WP.  No progress made.

Tyl had already said essentially the same thing. The demon acted differently to human counselors than demon ones. Admin probably did hope that they would have a chance talking to him alone. 

The remaining paperwork seems to be a lot of housekeeping, noting long-term trends in his disposition — always eerily polite, even when antagonistic — and would take a bit longer to  sort out the chaff than they have right now. It is just a preliminary meeting, though, all they have to do is try to build some rapport, and they're good at that. 

Their pace slows as they skim through the papers of the file again until they almost stop without thinking at a junction.

Someone down a hall is angry. Very angry. 

The light taps of hunger on their awareness begin to scrape instead, and they come to a complete stop. They're grateful that they don't see anyone else passing by as they stand there, head tilted toward the unseen source. A corrosive anger, hot and stinging; it's something they generally avoid, but that damned hunger is louder, more insistent, after their skipped meal break. 

But they can't. Won't.

They draw their thoughts in, down at their feet, and trace upwards, slowly, threading a wisp of magic through sinew and joints, until they reach their core. It's a well-rehearsed mediation, and it dampens the cravings, eases them back to the ghostly taps, always present but easier to ignore. With it diminished, they close the folder and hurry on. 

They have a job to do, and they won't let their hunger distract them from it.

#really enjoying the writing motivation that this fandom has granted me #it's very very nice to write fic again #anyway have been brainstorming my warden while waiting for news from vega just to be blessed with news of vega #I'm sorry I can't help it I want to see a nice corruption arc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #my bestie is a therapist who worked intake/discharge at a hospital so I've got some ~insight~ to flesh out the behind the scenes shit #I'm sure DUMP isn't as organized but it should make a nice base #starting to hc that they coalesced in like the 20s or 30s and have grandparent tastes but that absolutely doesn't show up here #anyway hi I'm also drawing vega right now with an idea from andy and let's see if I can get it done for tomorrow o3o #kirehn writes #ohoho that tag is actually starting to be useful go figure #also eliot's 'the hollow men' is a favorite and it already being used in connection to vega is quite nice quite nice #oh I could maybe actually tag the thing with the fandom huh #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted vega #redacted warden

[fuckspn]

on the one hand points for effort for actually having dean use an instrument to hold the suture needle instead of just using his fingers. on the other hand he’s holding the needle way too far down the shaft, it’s lying flat instead of at 90 degrees, and he’s using a curved-ended hemostat instead of a needle driver, so it might be a lot more efficient for him to just use his fingers.

#the fuckspn rewatch #see it's a good thing i stopped watching this show for 10 months bc i didn't know how to do sutures last time i watched! #if i'd watched this episode back then i wouldn't have known to point out these inaccuracies no one cares about including me! #eta oh god nevermind not only is he using his fingers but he's letting the suture run through the fingers of his other hand?????????? #dean why did you bother with the hemostat just to carry the needle over #you're in a HOSPITAL are you really gonna pretend you couldn't find some gloves?? did you even wash your hands

[devertigozation]

Got 2nd booster shot yesterday (4th overall), and damn, not since the first shot did i feel those side effects that intense.

Literally like making a choice between laying in bed all day (which makes all my blood turn to jelly and causes headache) or walking around at least even though my bones and muscles ache so...

#but still. the pandemic is pandemic and im actually really happy that my country allowed those fourth shots #we've got some numbers rising (our fourth wave is building) so. the mandatory masks are back. plus - the new boosters were bought #tbh can i show off a bit bc last day when i got the vacc i just got reminded what a great response my country has had to the pandemic #like - lockdowns for two months with everyone (over18) being paid two and a half months minimal pay #all the vaccinations being free. even the expensive ones like Pfizer #i mean hell - in 2020 when they realized the danger of anti-vaxers they countered with a lottery in which all who'd get two shots would ent #er. the prizes being - an apartment. and two cars (yeah we stole the idea from russia it was still cool) #(like you could only enter the lottery if you were from one of cities with over a million citizens so i couldnt. but how cool is that) #and im sure so many more things. two covid hospitals were built (my grandma stayed in one of them and said they were amazing. so modern) #all while a fucking regime change was happening and the scumpiest politicians were leaving the country with all its money #and they and their assets were hunted down (we still are waiting for the history-defining lawsuits against them) #its just. its so fucking good that western chokehold upon us is over. their puppets if not gone then rendered impotent #theyve always made us feel afraid we wouldnt survive without their investments #but like man - despite despite despite we're thriving #i wish to all the countries - the western empire is crumbling. let it die soon for us all to live in the world without it)

[saint-ambrosef]

some of y'all need to learn how to accept hospitality. stop assuming people are only offering to look after you out of twisted obligation that they don't actually want to do. when you assume that, you are often denying someone the opportunity to genuinely show a friend or stranger love. even if you don't really care about what they're offering, it's respectful of their desire to be kind to accept it anyways.

i had a bunch of girls i've never met over for a women's group. every single one of them denied my offer to make them tea (despite already making myself a mug anyways), get them water, a scone, etc.

i can tell when people refuse to let me be a good host because they "don't want to be a bother". like no!! please be a bother!!! i want to serve you and make you comfortable in my home!

not to be like "we live in a society" but really do live in a modern culture than emphasizes individualism to the point where people will reflexively deny any help or kindness from others for fear of treading on their independence. newsflash: dependence on each other is what makes a community. next time someone offers you kindness, accept it instead of making excuses for why you don't need it. otherwise you've robbed both yourself of being loved and someone else from showing love.

[figtreeandvine]

I want to write a movie that is sort of the flip side of a Hallmark holiday movie. Not an anti-Hallmark movie, just like the other side of the same coin.

It starts with a well-dressed professional woman driving a convertible along a country road, autumn foliage in the background, terribly scenic. She turns onto a dirt road/long driveway, and stops next to a field of Christmas trees, all growing in neat, ordered rows, perfectly trimmed and pruned to form. She steps out of the car--no, she's not wearing high-heels, give her some sense!--and knocks on the door of a worn but nice-looking farmhouse. An older woman, late fifties maybe, answers the door, looking a bit puzzled. The younger woman asks if she can buy a Christmas tree now, today. The older woman says they don't do retail sales--and the younger woman breaks down crying.

Cut to the two women sitting at the kitchen table with cups of tea. The young woman (Michelle), no longer actively crying, explains that her mother loves Christmas more than anything, but is in the hospital with end-stage cancer. Her doctors don't think she'll live to see December, let alone Christmas. Nobody is selling Christmas trees in September, so could the older woman please make an exception, just this once? The older woman (Helen) regretfully explains that they have a contract to sell their trees that forbids outside sales. The younger woman nods, starts to stand up, but the older woman stops her with a hand and asks her what hospital her mother is in. After she answers the older woman says that "my Joe" will deliver a tree the next day. "Contract says I can't sell you a tree, but nothing says I can't give you one."

Next day "Joe" shows up at the hospital in flannel and jeans, with a smallish tree over her shoulder. Oh, whoops, that's Jo, Helen's daughter, short for Joanna, not Joe. Jo sets up the tree and even pulls out a box of lights and ornaments. Mother watches from hospital bed with a big smile as Jo and Michelle decorate the tree. Cue "end of movie" type sappiness as nurses and other patients gather in the doorway, smiling at the tree.

Cut to Michelle sitting in her dark apartment, clutching a mug of tea, staring out at the falling snow and the Christmas lights outside. Her apartment has no tree, no decorations, nothing. She starts at a knock on the door, goes to open it. Jo is standing there, again holding a tree over her shoulder.

Plot develops: the second tree is a gift, because Michelle might as well get it as the bank. The contract for the tree sales was an /option/ contract, which prevents them from selling to anyone else, but doesn't guarantee the sale. The corporation with the option isn't going to buy the trees, but Helen and Jo can't sell them anywhere else, and basically they get nothing. They'll lose the farm without the year's income. Michelle asks to see the contract and Jo promises to email it to her.

Next day at a very upscale law firm, Michelle asks at the end of a staff meeting if anyone in contract law still needs pro bono hours for the year. No one does, but a senior partner (Abe) takes her to his office and asks about it. She says the contract looks hinky to her ("Is that a legal term?" "Yes.") but contract law's not her thing. He raises an eyebrow and she grins and pulls a sheaf of paper out of her bag and hands it over. He reads it over, then looks up at her. "They signed this?"

More plot develops. Abe calls in underlings--interns, paralegals, whatever--and the contract is examined, dissected, and ultimately shredded (metaphorically). It's worse even than it looks--on January 1st Helen and Jo will have to repay the advanced they received at signing. The corporation has bought up a suspicious number of Christmas tree farms in previous years after foreclosure, etc.

Cut to Abe explaining all this to Helen and Jo while sitting with them and Michelle in a very swanky conference room. The firm is willing to take on the case pro bono, hopefully as a class's action suit for other farmers trapped by the contract--but there's no way it can go to court before January. Which will be too late to save the farm's income for the year. They might get enough in damages to tide them over, but….

After Michelle sees Helen and Jo out, she comes back and asks Abe if there's anything they can do immediately. Abe looks thoughtful for a long moment, then gets a really shark-like grin on his face. "Maybe…."

Cut to Helen wearing a bathrobe, coming into her kitchen in the morning. She looks out the window…and there's a food truck stopped in her driveway. She pulls a coat on over her robe and goes out--two more trucks have pulled up while she does this. Driver of the first truck asks her where they park. Another truck pulls up behind the others. Behind that is a black BMW--Abe rolls down the window and waves. Helen directs the trucks to the empty field/yard next to the house. Abe pulls up next to Helen's car and Jo's truck and parks. He and Michelle get out--Abe wearing a total power suit, Michelle in weekend casual.

The case will be easier if the corporation initially sues them for violating the (uninforcible!) contract, rather than them suing to corporation (damn if I know, but it's movie logic). So they're going to sell the trees now, and rounded up some food trucks and whatnot to draw people in.

Cue montage of Jo and Michelle running around helping people set up while Abe and Helen watch from the kitchen table. The table starts out covered in file folders…and slowly gains coffee cups and plates of cinnamon rolls. It becomes increasingly clear here that Abe and Helen are becoming as close as Jo and Michelle.

Everything gets set up and a very urban, very motley crowd appears--tats and studs and multiracial couples and LGBTQ parents and everything--and everyone is having a wonderful time eating funnel cake and choosing their tree so Jo and a bunch of rainbow-haired elves can cut it for them. At which point someone shows up from the corporation (maybe with a sheriff's deputy?) and starts yelling at Helen, who's running checkout. And suddenly Abe appears from the house and you realize why he's wearing that suit on a Saturday….

Cue confrontation and corporate flunky running off with their tail between their legs, blustering about suing. Cue Jo kissing Michelle. Cue Helen walking over and putting a hand on Abe's shoulder and smiling at her.

I want the lawyers to be the heroes because they are lawyers and know the law. I want a lesbian who lives in the country with her mother. I want urbanites to turn out as a community to help someone who isn't even part of their community. I want Michelle to keep working at her high-power job, loving Christmas and grieving her mother.

#hallmark #anti-hallmark #movie plot

[justaholeinmysoul]

Lol my narc mom freaked out badly bc I told her that it's not a good thing to go grocery shopping during holidays since she could've bought stuff in advance and she'll be doing a pic nice while cashiers etc have to work. She popped a fucking vein

#i saw someone on twt saying how they hate those customers if you'd stay at home they'll close like they always did before #no one died.it's not an hotel or some hospital you can let em go rest especially if ur retired and had plenty of time to go shopping before #i even told her mom do u wnat me to go?no but now I'm a lazy bitch who could've done it and cashiers should find a better job #she is a poor victim and so were all her family bc they were all for the grind. they are rich now we ain't tho something went wrong #but whatever she yelled and showed me a knife and menaced me to kick me out #for that....when she is my sister slave ...idk maybe she should kill me and free me since i cant