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chaoticevilbean · 3 years

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Voltron Humans are Weird 6/?

The Paladins had once again won an intense battle. It had been on the planet Cygoth, which was home to a group of humanoids. The Cygi, as they were called, had skin in shades of pale pinks and purples and blues. Their heads were like those of bald humans, but with upside down ears and eyes like felines. Instead of five fingers and five toes, the Cygi had four fingers and six toes, to aid them in their strange environment, along with bug-like wings that hid under hard green and yellow shells.

Said environment was one with 'extreme weather conditions' and 'toxic' rain. The Cygi lived in caves that were on a large cliffside. Since the elements often got within the rocks and all the animals were terrestrial and highly territorial, the aliens would hang upside down and crawl across the ceilings like spiders. They also collected rare minerals that grew down to build their homes and helped them grow food in their strange way of living.

It was these minerals that the Galra wanted. Stronger than 98.97% of all other metals or rocks, they could be used to create impenetrable ships and armor. The Cygi had called Voltron to Cygoth to aid them in protecting their resources and freedom. After they had succeeded, and it became clear that the team only wanted to help, no reward necessary, the leader of the Cygi offered an alliance. New armor and some upgrades for the Paladins and Castle, an increased amount of trade for the aliens, and a plethora of allies for both because of their union.

The talks were boring, and the four younger Paladins found themselves quickly becoming inattentive. Lance got them excused and Pidge ran straight to the edge of the central cave, ignoring how the Cygi were suddenly watching them keenly. It was likely to avoid the Terrans getting attacked by the fauna or killed by the 'toxic' rain that was cascading down just outside. A device was pulled from the depths of the Green Paladin's armor to scan the substance pouring from the atmosphere, and they all peered over the girl's shoulder tensely.

The screen lit up in green.

"HECK YEAH!" Keith shouted, his voice echoing loudly against the stone walls. "Nontoxic!"

"C'mon, Paladudes!" Lance waved his hand at the others in a beckoning motion. "It's time to explore this world and turn Shiro's hair whiter than before!"

The kids dashed forward towards the more organic part of the planet's surface, but paused and turned at the sound of buzzing.

A large group of Cygi were heading straight for the humans, frantic expressions and furiously beating wings drawing the Paladins' attention. It seemed that the team's newest allies were more knowledgeable about their intentions, and were attempting to avoid what they assumed was a dangerous situation.

The teens were not about to let that happen.

"BREAK FOR IT!" Hunk screamed, and there was no way that Shiro and Allura didn't hear that. They only had a few minutes before they would be caught in their escape. The humans dashed for the entrance, and Keith was definitely gonna make it. Pidge wasn't, and Hunk was a coin toss, so Lance took action. The self-sacrificing idiot.

The Blue Paladin grabbed his smaller friend and threw her at his bro.

"CATCH!" The cook caught the child easily, still sprinting to freedom. But the action left Lance behind the herd and much closer to the Cygi. It became obvious how close when his feet left the ground.

"What the flippity floppity flapjack‽ WOAH!" The flying aliens were swift to bring the Terran over to the suspended platform where Shiro, Allura, and all the diplomats were staring down from. It was from there that the kids had originally climbed down the rungs of the strange ladder to get to the floor. "Ah, you lily-livered sons of witches! You snackers! Oh, tick-tack snick-snack frick-frack paddlywack! My father will hear about this, you barnacle-covered Caprisun knock-offs! I'll steal your kneecaps and eat your curtains! You moldy walnuts!" He continued spouting off insults as he was carried over to his leaders, smiling slightly at the look of exasperation on Shiro's face. His words stopped the moment his feet hit the mioxite platform, smile growing exponentially.

"Lance, what were you guys doing?" The older man didn't let Allura speak, taking over the conversation immediately.

"The rain isn't toxic for us, so we were gonna explore. I gotta join the others soon."

"No, you don't gotta."

"I do gotta."

"Why?"

"You want Keith and Pidge alone in unknown territory with just Hunk as their voice of reason?"

"You definitely gotta."

"Shiro, Lance, what is going on?" Allura finally managed to interject. The humans turned towards the Altean, both confused. Lance had just said that he and the others were going to explore Cygoth.

"What d'you mean, princess?"

"What code was Lance speaking?"

"Code? What co- oh." The Black Paladin's face lit up in realization. "She meant the curses. Lance, explain."

"I was cussing without swear words."

"What?"

"I was spouting profanities without ever using actual words that are considered profane. For instance." The boy faced his fellow Terran once more. "Let me strawberries and cream go before I rocky road your face, you useless paperclip."

"Where's that from?"

"Ice cream flavors with the classic inanimate objects with no function. From Tumblr."

"What is ice cream? Is it more... omnivore things?" Allura seemed to be scared she might have to hear more about the meat-eating habits of humans.

"Nah, don't worry, princess," Lance assured her. "Ice cream is a chilled treat back home. We found out that there's many animals we can safely farm for their milk. When done correctly, it doesn't harm the animals, and we can process the milk for consumption. Process the milk properly, and then you can get ice cream. It comes in many flavors."

"Such as?"

"Strawberries and cream, and rocky road, to name some."

"Are any of those poisonous?"

"I think lactose might be, which is in a good portion of milk, and some nuts are, and definitely chocolate. So, to animals, yeah, most ice cream is toxic, but not always enough to do more than a stomachache."

"Princess, I can take over explaining, but Lance has to go make sure none of the others get into trouble."

The Blue Paladin took that as his cue to leave, climbing down the ladder once more and bolting back to the entrance. In moments, he had disappeared from view, joining his fellow humans outside the caves. Shiro watched him go, internally wishing he could join them.

But they had once again caused a situation that needed explaining, and Lance was needed to prevent an actual disaster from happening, so Shiro had to do damage control solo this time. That's what he got for letting four teenagers kidnap him back into space.

If a human seems to be speaking in code, yet other humans seem to understand them, even on a basic level, ask if they are speaking in 'slang'. This is a Terran term that encompasses many variations of speaking. Much like the difference in linguistics between Blue and Green Zithians, humans will likely have very different slang depending on where they spent their time. A place called Tumbler often fosters a more complex version, whereas Insta Gram has a simpler code.

Humans might invent their own slang in order to packbond properly with one another. Two groups of Terrans hailing from the same locations may have entirely different lexicons due to the change that each team may make. Some individuals may even know more than two versions of slang, in order to establish better relations with their fellow humans. There is very little evidence of what requirements are needed to include learning more than one variation of slang. An example of this would best be shown by the following interaction:

Terran Blue, addressing Terran Yellow: Then he just yeeted it at me, as though I was gonna sit there like a soggy popsicle.

Terran Yellow, responding: That doesn't explain why you turned him into an ice cube.

Terran Green, addressing Terran Blue: "Blue", what was the 411 on those rocket launchers?

Terran Blue, responding: The main man blew a gasket. Didn't make it far, but managed to nab a couple of the suckers.

Terran Yellow, addressing Terran Green: You throw a glitter bomb down the chutes and I'll cop all the cookies.

Terran Green, responding: Do it and you'll lose your kneecaps.

In the above interaction, it was explained that Terran Blue and Terran Yellow were discussing an instance where an object was hurled towards Terran Blue's head. He dodged the object and used a weapon to freeze his opponent in a section of ice. Terran Green was inquiring about a mission and the weapons that were supposed to be gained if it succeeded. Terran Blue informed of the partial success they achieved, after which Terran Yellow warned Terran Green to not perform certain playful acts. Terran Green responded with a more intimidating warning.

However, as seen, there were many different instances of slang usage. All three of the humans used at least two versions, yet they all hold very different positions. Terran Green is a scientist, Terran Yellow is (assumed to be) a chef, and Terran Blue is (assumed to be) a diplomat. Their needs for their positions are greatly varied, leading to confusion as to the education of humans.

In all events of slang use, please proceed with great caution. A greater percentage of this subject is unknown than the previous logs. Refrain from attempting the replication of slang unless the code has been explained to you by a Terran. Humans have not shown much aggression yet, but they may do so if provoked on an emotional level.

#voltron #vld #lance #keith #shiro #pidge #hunk #allura #oneshots #voltron oneshots

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finleyfray · 3 years

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Bittersweet Memories part 6

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Huge thanks to @captain-josslett for helping me.

Taglist: @ashadash0904

TW: mentioned drug abuse, language, think that’s all

Alex is sure by now she just hates the medical wing in the DEO. She sits in the hall with Maggie, waiting on more information regarding their girlfriend.

Their girlfriend who overdosed.

Alex wonders where it all went wrong. How did they not see that Finley was struggling? How did they miss that their girlfriend was suicidal? That she was depressed.

Alex sighs as she hugs Maggie closer. The raven-haired woman was silent the whole time and the redhead wishes she could read her thoughts.

“Mags?” She tries but her girlfriend only shakes her head, and goes back to staring at Finley’s door. “Come on, talk to me, I can’t read your mind.”

“I just want this to end.” Maggie whines. “Just go to bed and cuddle and when we wake up, everything will be as it was a few months ago. But again, Fin’s in that fucking room, and we’re here, waiting for anything, any info about her. And I’m just tired. I’m tired of her.”

“You don’t mean that” The redhead gasps.

“No, you’re right. I don’t. I’m just... I don’t know. I thought it was okay and I’m just wondering where it went wrong. Nothing makes sense anymore. There’s so many questions I have. She promised she will let us know when something will be wrong. Are we supposed to watch her like a baby now? How can we leave her on her own, when she just can’t take care of herself? How do you know the next time we leave her she won’t, I don’t know, throw herself out of the window? Because I don’t know, Alex, I just don’t.” Maggie takes a deep breath after her rant, her shoulder slumping as she exhales.

“We don’t know what happened yet Maggie.” Alex sighs too, looking at her. ‘What does she mean? Did she not want Finley anymore?’ Alex thinks worriedly.

“Yeah, she sure thought the pills were some kind of candy.” Her girlfriend huffs.

“You say that like you’re mad at her.”

“I am. I am mad at her because she attempted to take her life away.”

“We weren’t exactly there for her over the last few weeks.”

“So you’re saying it’s our fault?” Maggie frowns, turning to look at Alex.

“No.” Alex huffs slightly, trying to keep her emotions in check. “All I’m saying is, I want to help her. And I’m scared, because I don’t know what’s happening behind that door. I’m scared because my, our girlfriend overdosed on God knows what. And we don’t know where she got it.”

“Ohhhh.” Maggie gasps. “I, well, uhh, when I came home... there was this woman leaving... well I assumed she slept with her... but, umm, maybe she’s her drug dealer...? The other day I saw a text on her phone from an unknown number saying something like ‘I see you tomorrow - V’.”

“And you didn’t think of telling me earlier? You went through her phone.” Alex narrows her eyes slightly while looking at her girlfriend, trying not to get angry.

“I don’t want to assume the worst! How was I supposed to know what that was, the message just pinged, her phone was password protected.”

“She didn’t have a password on her phone the two years we’re dating.” Alex frowns.

The door to Fin’s room opens and her Doctor comes out.

“We did a gastric lavage and washed away all the drugs she had in her system. Looks like she has been taking a lot of them over the past few weeks, her liver is damaged. She woke up for a while and we ran tests. It looks like she has had an infection for some time now. Her temperature is high and she told me that everything hurts. She’s attached to a IV and heart monitor. But for now agent Fray is stable. She fell asleep after we checked her. You can go there if you want.”

“She was sick. And we didn’t even noticed.” Maggie gasps.

“Thank you doctor Hamilton.” Alex nods and looks at her girlfriend.

“You come in?”

“Of course I want to, the fact that I’m mad at her doesn’t mean I don’t care about her anymore.” Maggie looks at her angry.

“Hey, I’m only asking.” Alex shrugs. “We are all tired. And I get it, you’re mad. But she could have died. So I’m going there and I’m going to thank whatever God there is that she made it through. And when she’s out of here, I’m going to stay with her and look after her. Because I don’t want to lose her. I don’t know what I would do if I lose any of you.”

“I don’t want to lose her either.” Maggie sighs. “I love you both, I promise, I just, I’m lost.” Her girlfriend lowers her head and sniffs. “I don’t know what to do anymore.” The redhead embraces the smaller woman in a hug.

“That’s okay if you don’t. We can take it slow day by day. You don’t have to know everything now.” She gently strokes Maggie’s back. “When I went through my alcohol problems, you were there for me. And we did it. So now we just have to do the same with Fin.”

“I totally improvised. I didn’t know what to do, I just did. When I saw that you had the urge to drink, I just occupied you with anything I could think of.”

“And that helped.” The redhead smiles, kissing her girlfriend's forehead. “So we’ll improvise too. It’s not a bad situation. J’onn will give us days off when we want. Or we can switch. We’ll figure it out, okay?” Alex quietly opens the door and enters the room.

She looks at their sleeping girlfriend. This view brought her too many bad memories. Maggie grabs her hand and gives her a reassuring smile.

“Right.” Alex breathes out and they walk to the bed their girlfriend is lying on.

“Hi.” Fin rasps out, looking at them. Her eyes were tired and it was clearly visible that she was in pain.

“Hey, baby. You’re awake!” The raven-haired woman reaches to cup Fin’s cheek, but Alex saw Finley panicking.

Her heart was suddenly beating super-fast and she was breathing hard. Maggie drops her hand as if she was burnt and the redhead cringes. This is not good. She looks at her shorter girlfriend who has a shocked expression on her face, which soon morphs into pain. Maggie blinks fast trying to get rid of her tears and turns away.

“I’m sorry.” Fin chokes out. “I...I didn’t mean to...”

“That’s alright baby.” Alex sighs as she grabs Fins hand and runs her finger over her girlfriend's knuckles. “It’ll be okay. Just breathe.”

***

Finley tried to focus hard on calming her breath. She didn’t want to upset Maggie. She did not want to react that way.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen. I swear I’m not cheating on you, please don’t leave.” She cries out lowering her head and looking at her hands. “I swear, please don’t leave me. I promise I’ll do better.”

“It’s okay Fin, it’s okay, breathe with me.” Fin looks at Alex trying to match her breathing. “In and out. There you go.” Alex smiles reassuringly. “We are not gonna leave you, I promise.” She hugs her girlfriend into her chest running her hand along her back. “It’s going to be okay, we’ll help you.” The redhead motions for Maggie to come closer and the raven-haired woman hesitantly does. She looks at them.

“Come here. It’ll be alright, I promise.” So the shorter woman sits on the bed and let’s Alex hug them both. “We’ll be fine.”

Maggie is sitting on a chair watching her sleeping girlfriends. J’onn had ordered the medical team to bring Alex and Maggie beds but Alex had crawled onto Fin’s bed in the middle of night as she saw her tossing around, clearly having a nightmare. The sun was starting to rise and the shorter woman stood up to close the curtains. She needed to talk with her girlfriend, but now wasn’t a good time considering Fin was on strong medications for her infection. The Doctors had to put morphine in her IV to avoid having her take the meds to not annoy her liver more than it is. Maggie just hopes it will be over soon and Fin will be finally healthy. They know she will also need to learn how to walk again as they’ll take her brace off, but that is a problem for the future.

“You’re staring.” Alex says before opening her eyes and looking at Maggie. She yawns and stretches, careful not to disturb Fin.

“Yeah, I totally am. Hi. You slept well?”

“Hey, yea, I think so. Bit sore actually, that’s a tiny space. But warm and cosy.” Maggie watches Alex gently kissing Fin’s forehead and standing up. She goes to sit on Maggie and hugs her.

“You want to go home and maybe take a shower?” Maggie asks.

“No, I’m good. Kara will drop by later and get us some clothes. Or do you want to go?”

“I just want this to be over, you know? We can go home and rest.” Maggie leans her head on Alex’s chest and sighed.

“Me too.”

“Hey...” They turn as they hear Finley speaking quietly.

“Hi.” They both stand up and go to her bed. “How are you feeling?” Alex asks. “I think I’m better. At least nothing hurts yet.” Fin smiles sleepily.

“That’s good, amazing actually.” Alex smiles too and Fin tries to sit up. “Woo, Easy there.” Alex rushed to help their girlfriend.

“It’s alright. We should probably talk.”

“Yes, I want to apologise.” Maggie begins dropping her head in shame. “I really should not have lashed out like that. I know that it’s a lame excuse, but I had a really bad day and I think I just snapped seeing that woman leaving our apartment. I know you wouldn’t cheat on us, I just don’t know what happened.” She feels Fin grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad.”

“But you should be! You tried to kill yourself because of me!” The raven-haired woman breaks down and begins to sob.

“I did not! Hey, look at me. Both of you. I’m sorry. I didn’t actually tried to kill myself, it was stupid of me. I’ve just been in much pain lately. It began 2 weeks ago, everything was hurting and I couldn’t think straight, so I took more medicine that was prescribed. I know I should've told you, but I didn’t want to bother you. But the meds wore off too fast by the time, so I took more, and then I just was sleeping the whole time and woke up to only take more medicine. But it wasn’t actually helping me. And well, that woman was an old friend, she fixed some pills for me, but she said these one I took were double dosage. I didn’t actually believe her, so I took too much and... I didn’t really want this to end like that. I’m sorry.” Alex sighs and hugs them both.

“We need to work on your communication Fin. You have to tell us about these things. But also we should’ve noticed it. And you...” She looked at Maggie. “Need to blow off your steam before going home. We need therapy after all of this. All of us.

***

Finley sighs as she is sitting on her bed in the DEO. Across her sat a woman, her name was Kelly and she was their new therapist.

As Alex said a few days ago, they needed therapy. But Fin had zero desire to talk to that woman, in fact, she already hated her for the way she kept looking at Alex. Like she wanted to steal her. And Fin will be damned if she ever let’s that happen.

“So, Finley. We can sit here in silence or we can talk about what’s going on your head.” Kelly tries to start a conversation but Fin frowns.

“How do you know MY girlfriend?” The black-haired woman almost growled seeing the smirk that displays on Kelly’s face. ‘Keep it cool. The key is to gather info.’

“So you might not know it yet, but James Olsen is my brother. I met Alex a few years ago and helped her with her drinking problem. Unfortunately I had to move away for a while as I’m also an army therapist. But now I’m back and Alex asked me if I could help you three figure things out.”

“When was that? When did you meet her?”

“It was four years ago. I met her when she started to date Maggie.”

‘So she never got the chance. But with everything that happened she can try and steal Alex from me. From us. Or maybe she’ll steal both of them. Yea, as soon as she realises how fucked up I am, she’s going to tell them and she’s going to steal them. I can’t talk to her. Under any circumstances. Play it cool Fin.’

“That’s nice.” Finley nods as she stares at the woman.

“So how are you feeling today?” Fin wants to laugh at how Kelly was still trying to start a conversation with her.

“Good.” Fin says tensely.

“Good?”

“Yes. I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need therapy when I don’t have any problems. You should totally focus on Maggie and Alex.”

“I can’t help you if you won’t share what’s bothering you. And I have to speak individually with all of you before we can have a conversation altogether. So if you want to help them, you have to let me in.” Finley huffs, growing frustrated. She was fine, she didn’t need help from some therapist wanna be that wanted to destroy her relationship.

“I don’t need help from you! You just want to steal them from me! They’ll realise they can have better than me and they're gonna leave me! You just need to know how fucked I am to go and tell them... and tell them to leave me! You’re not trying to help me, you’re trying to destroy me!” She sobs as she hugs her pillow. “I can’t do this without them. Don’t steal them away... Please...”

“Finley, I’m not trying to steal them away from you-”

“Bullshit! I saw how you were looking at Alex!” She yells interrupting Kelly.

“Alex is my best friend. And I’m married.” Kelly says calmly.

“O...oh...” Finley frowns and looks at her.

“M...married...?” “Yes, I have a wife, Finley, a beautiful wife that I love very much and she’s carrying my baby.”

“Ohhh...” Fin looks at the woman trying to wipe her tears away. “Congratulations...”

“So believe me when I’m saying I don’t want to steal your girlfriends from you. And even if I wanted, that would be impossible, because these two are just so in love with you.” Fin fidgets uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry... for yelling at you. I’m just so scared they’ll leave me someday.” “Why do you think that?” Kelly asks while grabbing her notepad and her pen.

“Well, I’m useless. I can’t do things myself with the brace on. I can’t work. I don’t even cook well. I can’t help them at work, I’m just forced to stay at home. What if something happens and I’m not even there to protect them!?” Fin cries out.

“You’re scared that something will happen to them?” “Of course I am scared. I’ve never had anyone so close to me in my life. Maggie and Alex, but also all of their friends, Kara, and Eliza, who treats me like her own child. If I ever lose them, any of them...” Fin falters.

“Do they know your fears?” Kelly looks at her.

“No, why would they. I will look desperate. They’ll just be with me out of pity.”

“You need to communicate more. I know they told you that too. Because communication is the key. They are not able to always see what’s wrong and this can cause situations where you are bottling everything inside and they think you’re fine. They won’t be able to help you when you don’t let them in. We can work on that more in our group session. You’re not alone in this and they’re there to help you to reassure you that they are not going anywhere.”

“You think they won’t leave me?” Finley looks at her therapist with hope.

“I know for a fact that they won’t leave you. But that I’ll leave for them to tell you.” Kelly nods and looks out of the window. “You feel insecure now. You feel left out cause you have to stay home. But at the end of the day, they come home to you. Not anyone else. They come home to your arms. You need to look at it from their perspective. Your girlfriends are working and no matter how much they love their job, they miss you there too. So after their shift the first thing they want is to see you. Relax together and cuddle. I know that from what they told me but also it’s what I am doing. After my shift I go home and cuddle my wife. I lay my head and listen to the heartbeat of my child.”

“You’re really excited to be a mother?”

“I am.” Kelly smiles brightly. “We tried for a long time and we had to do a lot of treatments. I came home from work one day and she gave me a onesie with ‘I love my moms' written on it. I cried.”

“How far is she?” Finley was genuinely curious about it. While she didn’t think of having kids herself yet, she could wait for a chance to be an aunt.

“Five months.” The woman beams.

“Boy or a girl?” “We didn’t want to know. We’re making everything gender neutral. We only care and pray that this little person will be healthy. I secretly pray that they will have their mothers green eyes.”

“We’ll I’m crossing my fingers for you.” Finley smiles and wipes away her tears. Talking about Kelly’s kid calmed her down.

“Do you want children?” Kelly looks at her. “I don’t know yet. I really haven’t thought about it. I’ve never actually seen a baby up close. I’ll just settle for a chance I will be an aunt. Maybe someday Kara and Lena will have kids. Or maybe James and Lucy. I would love to have a dog though.”

“What kind?”

“A Husky. No, a Labrador. Or maybe a Golden Retriever? German Shepherd. Chow-chows are very fluffy! Border Collie? I don’t know, I want all of them!” Both women laugh. “I just love dogs so much. I’ve never had one, but they are the best!”

“Well did you talk about it with your girlfriends?”

“No... I don’t want to bother them. What if they don’t want a dog? Or what if they want a cat? This would be the worst.” She frowns.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You wouldn’t know if you don’t ask. So we can make that your assignment. You talk to your girlfriends about getting a dog. Do we have a deal?”

“But...”

“Do we?” Kelly held out her hand.

“Yeah.” Finley gently shakes it. “I’ll try to talk to them. Thank you.”

“It’s getting late. I’ll come tomorrow and you’ll tell me if your girlfriends want a dog or not, okay?”

“Wait, I have to talk to them today!?” Finley gasps. This woman tricked her.

“You can do it. See you tomorrow.” Kelly stands up from chair and leaves her room.

“Bye...” The black-haired woman whines. ‘This is going to be fun…’.

***

Finley opens her eyes and yawns. She must’ve fallen asleep after Kelly left.

“Hey sleepyhead.” She looked at Alex and smiled. “Was that a good nap?”

“Hi. It was. Kelly exhausted me.” Fin reaches for the redhead’s hand and squeezes. Her girlfriend stands up from the chair and sits on Finley’s bed instead.

“How did it go?” Her girlfriend kisses her forehead and embraces her in a hug.

“Good.”

“Good? Why do you look like you cried the whole session?” Alex raises her brow and Fin scolds herself. Communication.

“Uhh... Where’s Maggie?” She looks around the room, but her other girlfriend was nowhere to be found.

“She’s picking up some food. She’ll be here any minute. You will tell us what’s going on?” “No, cause that’s embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing?” Maggie asks, entering the room with a bag of take out.

“I’m embarrassed. Hi Mags.” Fin smiles as her girlfriend comes closer, putting the food on the table near her bed and reaching to kiss her cheek. “What do you have there?”

“Well for a difference I have ordered some Italian food.” The raven-haired woman reaches in the bag and gives them a container with food.

They eat in silence and Finley thinks of the best way to talk to them. When they were finished, they all lay on the bed. There wasn't much space so Fin lay on Alex and Maggie lay beside them with her hand over both of them.

“I want a dog.” Finley finally mumbles into Alex’s chest.

“What? We can’t hear you when you’re talking to my boobs.” The redhead laughs and Fin lifts her face from Alex’s chest. “Tell us again.” The black-haired woman sighs and she closes her eyes.

“I want a dog.” Her voice trembles.

“Oh, what kind of dog?” Maggie asks.

“What?” Finley looked at her shocked.

“Like a small dog, a big dog, buying a puppy or adopting from a shelter?”

“I know what you asked, I just... I expected you to say no.” She frowns.

“Why? We want you to be happy. Plus you barely want anything, ever, so I think it’s an amazing plan.” The redhead kisses her forehead.

“I just... didn’t want to be a bother.”

“You are not a bother. It’s okay to want something.” Maggie reaches to cup her cheek and the younger woman flinches.

“Sorry.” The black-haired woman takes Maggie’s hand. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Finley sighs and lifts her girlfriend's hand onto her cheek. “And I don’t know what kind of dog yet. There are so many amazing dogs I just can’t choose. But would you want a dog?”

“Yes, I wanted a dog for some time now.” Alex smiles.

“We are not naming our dog Gertrude.” Maggie laughs.

“You wanted to name your dog Gertrude!?” The black-haired woman laughs looking at the frowning redhead.

“It’s a very nice name for a dog!”

“Yeah, I bet it is. Gertrude I hereby command you to come here.” Finley says in her best serious tone.

“Hey, stop being an ass.” Alex starts tickling her and Fin laughs loudly.

“Okay, okay, stop! Maggie help!” But instead of helping, her raven-haired girlfriend teams up with the redhead. Tickling Finley till she cries from laughing. Only then did they stop.

“I love you.” Fin says as she lays her head on Alex’s chest.

“I love you two too.” The redhead kisses her head. “Sleep well baby.”

“And I love you both.” Maggie whispers and hugs them tight.

Finley focused on their breathing as she falls asleep.

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nobody-wants-ice-cream · 4 years

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Everything Wrong With The Umbrella Academy. Episode 2, Run Boy Run.

Link to the first episode!

Same disclaimer as last episode: This is all in good fun! I wanted to do a really nitpicky re-watch of the series and found some really cool and interesting things I didn’t notice before. This is meant to have a Cinema Sins-esque tone. However, I did take off a lot more sins than Cinema Sins would have because I do genuinely like the series and the people that made it possible. So all of the good things got one sin off and all the bad things got one sin added. This is a really long post, so grab some popcorn. If there’s anything that I missed, feel free to add it!

Run Boy Run

Grace started the Herr Carlson record before the kids even arrived. How are they supposed to learn if they miss the first few seconds of it? What is the point of the record if they’re not even around to hear all of it?+1

The kids all have their hands on the chairs except for Five, showing that he will do something out of the ordinary. -1

Diego is causing property damage to Reggie’s chairs and Reggie allows this. Be consistent, show! Is Reggie lenient or strict? You could make the argument that Reggie doesn’t care about the chair because he’s rich. In that case, sinning for capitalism.+1

Klaus is already into drugs at the age of 13. We can see him rolling a blunt, and doing it quite well, presumably. +1

Ben is straight up allowed to read at the table. So then what is the point of the record if the kids don’t have to pay attention to it? +1

The kids expressions when Five stabs the table. The ones that we see are pure gold. Especially Klaus’s. Well done Dante Albidone. -1

Diego’s side eye when Five starts arguing with Reggie. This is the perfect expression for “my sibling is about to get in trouble”, so props to Blake Talabis. -1

Vanya’s side eye is also good. TJ McGibbon did well. -1

We see Five jump faster than a bullet, but he’s significantly slower when jumping across the table. +1

Reggie is a dick to Five, who just wants to explore his powers. We know that it’s dangerous because we see Five getting stuck, but Five doesn’t think that that is really a possibility. Reggie only talks in confusing ice and acorn metaphors. +1

Five’s face when Reggie presents the ice and acorn metaphor. -1

Vanya and Allison both give Five a look in this scene. This is what makes Five hesitate. Two of his siblings tell him it’s a bad idea, but he does it anyway because he’s a stubborn bastard. +1

Grace’s face drops when Five starts running out the door. Allison and Vanya also look absolutely horrified. -1

“Run Boy Run” is a little on the nose. Especially once you remember that The Boy is Five’s hero name in the comics. +1

No one cares that a 13 year old popped into existence out of nowhere when Five starts traveling into the future. +1

Easter egg! There is an ice cream cart outside the academy. If you’ve read Dallas, you know why I think that’s significant. Also, it happens to be my icon. -1

Five’s look of complete disbelief and horror when he is faced with the apocalypse for the first time. -1

“Vanya! Ben!” This has created a lot of curiosity in the fandom. In the comics he left before they were named, but in the show it looks like he chose to keep Number Five. Why? +1

The apocalypse looks very believable. -1

Title screen umbrella! -1

The awesome scene with Ellen Page and Aidan Gallagher continues in the next episode. -1

Where would Five have heard that rumor about Twinkies having an endless shelf life? It’s not like he was very exposed to pop culture as a kid. +1

Vanya doesn’t keep her Violin in the case. She leaves it proped on a chair, which is basically begging gravity to come and fuck up your instrument. +1

Five plays the pronoun game and doesn’t tell Vanya about Dolores. +1

The last thing Five heard for 40 years was Reggie’s stupid metaphor. That’s a sin for the metaphor and a sin for Five’s pain and suffering. +2

Vanya gives someone with a thirteen-year-old’s liver a few shots worth of hard liquor in a tall glass. +1

“You think I didn’t try everything to get back to my family?” This quote is Five at his core. It shows his exact motivation. Aidan Gallagher really could have screwed up with this line because it’s so raw, but the delivery doesn’t suck. Well done. -1

Is that liquor real? Aidan Gallagher’s face suggests that it is and he only takes two sips of it. Also, Five takes a sip when it’s just a bit, pours more, then takes another sip, and doesn’t drink any more of it. Sin for showmakers possibly giving a kid real alcohol and sin for Five only taking a sip after pouring a lot out. +1

However, if the alcohol is fake, which I really hope it is, sin off for Aidan Gallagher’s acting. -1

Five expects Vanya to believe his crazy apocalypse story. I had a hard time believing it when we were shown flashbacks as the audience. It wasn’t until they brought in the Commission that I actually believed it. If Five had explained the Commission, just like he did to Luther, then Vanya would have had an easier time believing him. +1

Vanya calls Five crazy and then expects him to not be hurt and want to stay in her apartment. +1

Vanya takes the pills after an emotionally charged scene. Pills-foreshadowing. -1

Five’s hands are shaking when he’s looking at the eyeball. This shows both his uncertainty, with this being his only clue, and shows that he is unwilling to leave his sister again even after she called him insane. -1

Mary J. Bilge. -1

The Lunar Motor Lodge has rates by the week, day, and hour. The Commission is super sleazy for putting Hazel and Cha Cha in a place that also rents by the hour. +1

Hazel and Cha Cha are an underrated duo. The “It smells like cat piss” dialogue is honestly really funny. -1

Obvious villains are obvious. I know they’re meant to be obvious, but it doesn’t change the fact that a show with a lot of subtlety just kind of thrust Hazel and Cha Cha in there with no subtlety at all. +1

Hazel stores the briefcase away and throws a screw, foreshadowing that this will be an important detail later. -1

No one, including police, notices the blinking and beeping, neon green tracker. +1

Patch is sort of right. Five made a jump in the middle of two of the local hires, which caused them to shoot each other. -1

“The guy had an eclair and the kid had coffee”. Patch’s side eye says that she thinks Agnes is getting her story mixed up. If we didn’t see what happened, then the audience wouldn’t believe Agnes either. Great acting Ashley Madekwe. -1

Agnes doesn’t stay in the back room. She crawls out so her head can dramatically pop up over the counter after Five leaves. This is a stupid decision on Agnes’s part.+1

Agnes is seen handling American money. Somehow we as a fandom didn’t notice this. Klaus also uses American money to buy drugs later in this episode. Sinning the showmakers not specifying which state at the very least, but reluctantly because I know that’s a reference to the comics. +1

“What other detective”. Camera cuts to Diego exiting Griddys. -1

Diego is a vigilante. What he is doing impedes the law. In this instance, we want him to stop Patch’s investigation because we know that the answer leads back to Five, which would be bad for the plot. However, Patch’s annoyance suggests Diego has done this to her before. How many murderers have gone free because Diego intervenes in Patch’s cases? +1

Diego did not consent to being searched and having his personal belongings taken. +1

Ebay exists but there is no internet or smartphones. What? +1

Diego thinks that this looks like a botched robbery. No way in hell does this look like a robbery of a doughnut shop in any universe. A bank robbery, yeah sure, but not a doughnut shop. What kind of doughnut shop has the kind of money that requires multiple guys with very large weapons, Diego? +1

The way Patch is described to Five by Diego in a later episode does not match the personality she actually has. +1

A whole crowd of people had nothing better to do than to watch the cops investigate a murder scene in a densely populated city. +1

Is Luther hitting his head after he wakes up a character choice? He does it again with the model airplane. After the low ceilings on the moon for four years, you would think that he would learn to duck. +1

Emmy Raver-Lampman gives an amazing performance when talking to Luther about Claire. -1

Allison has multiple posters of herself in her room. I am sinning for her younger self’s narcissism. +1

However, this narcissism goes hand in hand with Allison as a character. Props to the set designers for making these posters and hanging them up. It adds detail to Allison’s room and really shows who she was as a character. -1

“When Claire was little I used to read her books about the moon. I’d tell her her Uncle was living up there” Allison doesn’t remember that Luther was on the moon and therefore shouldn’t know about her divorce in the first episode, but says this in the second episode. +1

Luther looks so genuinely happy at being Claire’s personal superhero. -1

The ghosts torturing Klaus. +1

That fucking animal print thing Klaus is wearing. +1

Robert Sheehan is very, very attractive. This makes up for the monstrosity Klaus is wearing. -1

“You know you talk in your sleep.” “Oh there’s no point. You’re out of drugs” I love Ben as a character so much. -1

“Shut your piehole, Ben. Said with love” smooch. I love this line. -1

“I’ve got a crazy idea. Why not try starting your day with… a glass of orange juice or some eggs”. Justin Min’s delivery of this line kills me every time. -1

Pogo is really vague about why the papers in Reggie’s box are important. If he said something about the papers detailing the Academy’s powers in explicit detail, Klaus would have tried harder to get them back. +1

We don’t see Klaus pull out the Red Journal in episode one. +1

“Liar” “Drop dead” “Low blow”. This is an iconic interaction for a reason. -1

Pogo knows that Klaus can talk to ghosts, but remains offended when Klaus tells a ghost to shut up. +1

“Really awful, terrible, depressing times” Reggie is a dick to his children. +7

Vanya sleeps with the door to her bedroom open, even though we saw her close it. So she must have gotten up to open the door and didn’t notice Five was gone. +1

Where did Five go all night? Did he sleep back in the Academy? It couldn’t have taken him this long to get to the MeriTech building, so what happened to him? He changed to a clean uniform, so presumably he went to the Academy, but why did the show vague this? Did he walk into a department store and buy/steal a clean shirt?+1

Only the plot relevant person notices Five. The front desk girl doesn’t question why he’s there. And that is her literal job. I would know, I run the front desk at a medical office. If you don’t greet the patients then you’re not doing your job, front desk girl.+1

“Must have just [click] popped out.” iconic.-1

Five decides that violence is the best course of action to get the information he needs, directly contradicting “I know how to do everything” +1

The 1938 fingerprints may be Five’s. However, police usually discard this kind of evidence because there is a very reasonable doubt. Not to mention that anyone could have touched the knife. It’s a public place. Forensic evidence is not as reliable as it is portrayed in the media. +1

Diego is an asshole to everyone, but especially to Patch. She’s right, Diego is obstructing justice. How many murderers have gone free because Diego interfered in an investigation? +1

Diego’s boiler room is way too big to be a boiler room. +1

Luther’s reflection in Diego’s mask shows that Luther wants to know what it would be like to be number two instead of number one. Luther can’t lead for shit and subconsciously wishes that he didn’t have to. -1

With an aerial shot of the Academy from the outside, we can see that Reggie never bothered to take the laundromat sign off the mansion or that Reggie sold ad space on the mansion exterior. +1

Reggie is a dick to animals. See: the animal skeletons and the taxidermy. +1

Part of the mansion is painted an ugly neon green for no reason. +1

“Sorry I left without saying goodbye”. The “both times” is unspoken. -1

Vanya apologises for calling him crazy and being dismissive, but still suggests he needs mental help. He does, but maybe suggest it later when he isn’t convinced you think he’s insane? +1

Five lies to Vanya about something stupid. If he said that he was having Klaus help him with the apocalypse, I don’t think she would have minded. +1

Why does Five have so many toys in his room? Including a baseball? +1

Klaus comes out of the wardrobe as loudly as possible. The mansion does not have sound proofing (see: I Think We’re Alone Now dance party). There is no way in hell Vanya didn’t hear him. +1

This is the last time Vanya and Five interact. +1

Five’s room is more childish than a thirteen-year-old’s room should be. It honestly looks like he was the favorite because his room has so many toys in it. Like Reggie wanted to win his favor or something. Sinning for the weird set design choice and for Reggie being an asshole. +1

The fake circumstances in which Five was born in their cover story gives me immense joy. -1

In one camera angle, if you look carefully they cut two takes of “what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain”. In the one where we can’t see his face properly, Aidan Gallagher is openly smiling. Corpsing. +1

Robert Sheehan is funny. -1

Syd the tow truck guy doesn’t really look like Sean Sullivan (actor that plays adult Five) enough for Cha Cha, a trained assassin, to not see that he isn’t their mark. +1

Hazel eating a sandwich in this scene. Also the “Italian for dinner line”. -1

And Cha Cha sees the differences between Syd and Five later! +1

“Time travel’s a bitch” “Especially without a briefcase” There's other time travel methods than briefcase or being Five? Elaborate. +1

Patrick is a dick to Allison. We understand why later, but really Patrick, you’re going to be an asshole when her father just died? Don’t get me wrong, Reggie abused the hell out of her, but still! Patrick should have let Allison talk to Claire. +1

Vanya tries to comfort Allison even though she knows nothing about the situation other than that it happened. She’s never even met Patrick! +1

Allison is clearly trying to get away from this conversation with Vanya, but Vanya presses on. +1

“Well if I wanted advice, Vanya, no offence, it wouldn’t be from you”. This is why Vanya doesn’t take Allison’s advice about Leonard. Also, Allison is a dick to Vanya. +1

This scene with Allison and Vanya is interesting. Allison is projecting her pain and taking it out on Vanya, who really should have seen and heard what happened enough to leave her alone. Both of them are the bad guy here regardless of how you slice it. I am sinning the show for this moment because they really tried to villainize Allison for this scene, but she does have some well thought out points and is in an emotionally compromised state. Or in other words, the fight between Allison and Vanya is stupid. +1

Grant/Lance/whatever gave Klaus and Five valuable office time. Doctors do not have time for this sort of crap. Shouldn’t this guy have patients? +1

Aidan Gallagher looks to the actor playing Grant/Lance/whatever as if he’s waiting for him to say his line. I see this all the time with younger kids in theatre, but they can get away with it if their character has a reason to look at that character. That being said, Five would have no reason to do this.+1

The sound effect that plays when Klaus slaps Five is really out of place. +1

Seeing Robert Sheehan slap Aidan Gallagher. -1

Klaus pauses as if he’s listening to Ben before he picks up the snowglobe. -1

The snowglobe. Robert Sheehan pretending to be Klaus pretending to be Five’s crazy dad. Acting. -1

Five looks like a proud grandfather when Klaus gets Lance to show them the records. -1

Five doesn’t pay Klaus for that brilliant acting. Also, how was Five planning to give Klaus $20. He doesn’t have any money nor do we ever see him with money. Five is a cheapskate. +1

Klaus calls Five “old man”. I thought that was just a fandom thing lmao. -1

“You must be horny as hell”. Great Klaus line, but super weird that he’s saying it to someone that looks thirteen. +1

Klaus is wearing the shirt that goes with his nicest outfit underneath Reggie’s pinstripe suit. -1

“Goodbye Dolores”, a song from the soundtrack, starts playing when Five starts talking about Dolores. This is good placement of that song because we later learn that he left her in the apocalypse when he left to work for the Commission. -1

Five is a dick to Klaus. Klaus is really trying to connect with his long lost brother, but Five jumps away. +1

That taxi driver doesn’t freak out and cause a car accident when a random kid appears in his car. +1

Also, how did Five pay for that taxi? Did he jump out of the moving vehicle too? +1

Leonard is so obvious from the start. So charming that he’s slimy. +1

Vanya can’t see this and is actually attracted to him. This may go back to that conversation with Allison when she asks if Vanya has ever been in a relationship. For all we know, the answer is no. +1

Leonard took three years of German in prison. I don't think American jails are that nice. +1

Leonard picks up another person’s instrument without their consent. As a musician, this is very, very painful. +2

Diego is paranoid, but also observant as fuck. -1

But how did he get his weapons back from the police? Are knives open carry in whatever state this is in? There are some states where Diego’s harness would be legal so it’s possible. I’ll have to look into this. Sinning the show for being vauge as fuck. +1

Luther didn’t notice the boiler room door open. +1

Diego throws weapons on his siblings. +1

Reginald Hargreeves died March 21st. The funeral is on March 24th. This is way too soon. It should have been a week or two not two days between the date of death and the funeral. Especially considering Luther suspects Reggie was murdered. And if you say that Reggie, Pogo, or Grace bribed them, then I’m sinning for bribery.+1

Diego eats a raw egg. Salmonella headass. +2

David Castaneda eats a raw egg. Why did you make him do this? It adds nothing to the character other than making Diego look dumb as hell. +1

Vanya interrupts her student while he’s playing and doing well. Whenever my teacher does that I get a minor heart attack. +1

Leonard is already lying to Vanya. He manipulates her by saying his Dad was into music and that's why he’s taking violin lessons. +1

An actual place named “Bricktown” in a place called “The City.” Sigh. +1

It is four o’clock when Leonard takes his lesson, but then after the lesson we cut to night time. What happened in those couple hours, show? Are you really saying that these characters did nothing interesting for all that time? +1

Emmy Raver-Lampman clearly isn’t smoking. Which is fine because she’s a Broadway actress and needs her voice/lungs for that part of her career. It’s weird because it shows that Allison isn't smoking. +1

Pogo scolds Allison for her language. Allison is an adult, Pogo. +1

Klaus made a drink at a young age and Reggie didn’t stop him. Or talk to him. He recorded Klaus drinking, but didn’t care. +1

The showmakers show us Allison’s face for dramatic tension instead of showing us the tape. This was a good choice and I feel it helped the narative.-1

They show a sign “Gimbel Brothers Seniors Tuesdays 10% Off.” after Five walks by. -1

The most awkward and dopey smile in existence when Five finds Dolores. -1

They play “Goodbye Dolores” after he finds her. That could have worked if they transposed it to the major key. Hello Dolores. +1

“Goodbye Dolores” transitioning into “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen. -1

This action sequence is great. -1

Hazel’s wrist splint. -1

Five cuts Cha Cha with a trowel. -1

The dual screen thing is cool. -1

Five literally jumps over a stand and somehow doesn’t get shot. Hazel and Cha Cha have Stormtrooper aim. +1

How did Hazel and Cha Cha leave? You would think the police would notice someone leaving through the back. +1

Similarly, how did Five and Dolores get out of this? Did he wait until he could jump and teleport outside the store? Can he teleport that far? +1

How did Diego get another police scanner so quickly? Unless that’s the scanner Patch confiscated? +1

“I gotta show you something” +1

Once again, Five should be a lot sweatier. What are these magic, sweat absorbing things you can buy in a department store and where can I buy them? +1

Five sees an eyeball and immediately picks it up for no reason. He doesn’t even know that’s Luther’s body yet. He just picked up an eye for no reason. +1

Five as a thirteen-year-old boy saw his siblings' dead bodies. Sinning for trauma. +1

Aidan Gallagher portrays this trauma well. -1

Overall Review:

I love this episode and had a hard time finding things wrong with it. I genuinely like this episode and I think that it could have stood alone as the pilot.

Some acting things I noticed, David Castaneda, John Magaro (Leonard), and Ashley Madekwe were the standouts this episode. All three brought something interesting to the table this episode and I look forward to re-watching their scenes. I wish Madekwe and Magaro all the best as I know that they probably won’t be returning for season two.

The plot thickens! Hazel and Cha Cha were introduced in a very obvious way compared to the subtle way they introduced Leonard. There is a reason I adore this episode, and it’s not just for Klaus slapping Five (though that is part of it).

Total: 52

Sentence: We saw Diego eat a raw egg. That’s punishment enough for this episode.

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jonthethinker · 4 years

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Together Or Alone?

Since I finally have a few days off work, I want to get weird and really dig deep into why I personally enjoy the Mighty Nein and its particular breed of found family so much, and why the dynamics between its members are so satisfying for my heart in particular. Let’s get unnecessarily deep, shall we?

You may not completely understand why I think this would be weird, but you’ll understand fairly quickly as I get started.

I’ve been on a sort of spiritual journey, in a way, over the course of this most eventful year. A small part of me feels bad that while so much suffering is going on, and so much of the world feels like it’s falling apart, I’ve been making positive strides in determining my place in the grand scheme of things. But a larger part of me is just really grateful to finally find a bit of internal peace after years of not having it, of finally having some bit of quiet in a mind that’s never been able to still itself long enough for any such thing.

I haven’t exactly found religion, but I have given more shape to how I best want to imagine our universe and my humble place in it, and I’ve finally started asking the right questions.

One of those questions stands above the rest, and it’s the question I’ve decided the Universe Itself is asking; Together or Alone?

I started seeing attempted answers to this question everywhere. In the universe bursting outward, yet huge masses of it clinging together to form all we know and can perceive. I see it in wondrous solar systems forming and spinning in a rippled field of mutually affected gravity; and I see it in the black holes that can form, and tear and pull all that beauty into nothing. I see it in incredible ecosystems where the life and the land combine to form what feels like its own organism, larger than just the sum of its parts; and I see it in the environmental devastation caused by our own actions, killing that organism, and in turn doing irreparable damage to the very spirit of our world.

I see it in humanity’s natural inclination for cooperation and concern for others; and I see it also in our inclination to be blinded by power and in that blindness, inflicting unspeakable harm on each other in order to hold onto that power. I see it in our bodies, organs one by one relying on each other in a perfect act of faith to form something greater than a liver or heart or brain could ever be on their own; and I see it in cancer, single-minded in its pursuit of self-replication by all means, all memory of belonging to something greater stricken from its damaged DNA. I see it in basic elemental particles, most of them ready and able for their eventual combination with other particles to build wonderful compounds with entirely new properties, adding untold dimensions of complexity to how our world works; and I see it in those small rogue particles the neutrinos, that can shoot off from a star for eons without interacting with a single thing.

The question and its many answers, and the dialectical relationships those answers have, are what I feel can really undergird all of our interactions with each other, all progress and all regress, all friendships and all rivalries. It’s there in all our stories and all art we create; Together or Alone? What’s your answer?

For me, the answer that felt like it escaped the singing lips of an angel, was, “Of course, together. Always together.”

It shapes my politics heavily. I’m a lefty, but its not just because I believe we’re all equal as individuals; it’s because I believe we are all a part of the same thing. We are all a part of that same great organism, that same great body. The Universe. God. Whatever you want to call it, though it needs no name. We are in this together because we are one thing from many different things, whether we like it or not.

But I’m not just blindly optimistic about this. I don’t think it works like this all on its own. It takes work and time. It took billions of years for solar systems to form. For single-cell organisms to band together into colonies and then evolve into multi-cell organisms. It took a while longer for creatures to stick together as families, for the mutual dependencies of ecosystems to form, and even longer for the first tribes and societies to form. It took time, and an incredible amount of energy and effort, and so much failure. We’ve hurt each other so much, that’s true. But it’s only by coming together that we’ve ever been able create anything new, anything Good.

The universe has a bias towards entropy; things tend to fall away and apart. So there’s a beauty in the struggle for togetherness. I’d argue that it’s the only source of beauty in the first place; the unity of forces interacting. The quest for togetherness gives my life meaning, drive, and purpose. And for someone who’s struggled with depression for so long, I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have purpose, especially for something bigger than me.

And by this point, you’re probably wondering when I’m going to stop sermonizing and actually talk about Critical Role. so here we go.

The individual members of the Mighty Nein are some deeply flawed and deeply troubled people, at least when we first met them. Some of them have done awful things, sometimes against their will. They’ve all been the victims of powers much greater than themselves, and as a result, have been left feeling frayed at the edges. They’ve all had hurts and been shaped by those hurts; whether it was loneliness, unfair expectations, or just being unfortunate enough to be different in all the wrong ways. Damaged is a word that carries unfortunate implications, as does broken; but it’s undeniable that you’ve got seven people who have all felt like Sisyphus when the boulder rolls back down the hill.

Some have taken this fate better than others, but it’s undeniable that these people have suffered, and in that suffering, gained nothing.

But then they met each other.

It wasn’t all roses from the get-go. You throw these people with underdeveloped social skills and an untold amounts of personal baggage, and you’ve got yourself some friction to say the least. But when they all met each other, they had nothing but their bodies and their hurts. They were total equals. Even when the Mighty Drei met Caduceus, they had just felt like they lost everything, and they were meeting someone who had no one. They all started together at their foundations, and over time, built something I think is truly beautiful.

This process hasn’t been perfect. Beau, for instance, can still be totally rude and abrasive to strangers and outsiders (and I love that about her), and still has a hard time swallowing her pride long enough to ask for help. Caleb is very much struggling with his trauma, and that path is never a straight line of progress for anyone. Jester for the longest time still didn’t really want to feel any negative emotions around the others, and her own pride has gotten in the way of owning up to how new she is to all this. Yasha bears a great deal of guilt for a great many things, and while she’s making strides, it’s still left its mark on her. Veth has come so far, but doesn’t know how to reconcile the contradictions between the two lives she wants as both a mother and an adventurer. Fjord has a deep desire for answers, answers that may open up a lot of wounds that have started to heal in the Mighty Nein’s care. And Caduceus refuses to share his troubles, his doubts about how much his time with Nein has fundamentally changed him from the boy his family knew all those years ago.

That’s a lot of hurt, and some of it will never go away completely. But it’s like how our bodies have all of these vestigial functions that no longer serve any purpose to it, and make our daily lives in office chairs or standing in one place all day harmful to our health. Or like ancient seas whose waters are long since gone, but have left their undeniable mark in the shapes of canyons and mesas, in the colorful layers of sedimentary rock they leave behind. The past is an unavoidable factor in how everything in the universe gets to take shape, but the present finds a way to adapt. And we people get to choose how to adapt. And the Mighty Nein chose caring about each other as their method of adaptation.

And the thing of it is, I don’t think its just having people finally caring about them that has allowed them to come as far as they have. I think it’s also the act of caring, the act of serving others, considering how the path you wish to take will affect someone else, that has really pushed them to this great place we currently find them in. I truly think there something inside of us that wants to be a part of something bigger than ourselves, and that in the moments we feel emptiest it isn’t because of what we lack on the inside but the connections we lack on the outside, and it’s the systems we inhabit that make us think otherwise. I see this so clearly in the Mighty Nein. If left all on their own, in the cruel worlds we first found them in and have learned they came from, I see seven people going on seven unique paths of self-destruction; but together, they can build something greater than themselves, that thing being the Mighty Nein.

I really do think the Mighty Nein is like its own entity. They are something totally different when they are together, like seven different elements that came together to form a compound with entirely different characteristics. It’s why the work so smoothly together in combat. Why, when the pressure is on, they tend to work as a relatively well-oiled machine. Why they hurt so much less when they are with each other. It’s like up-scaling from an atom to a cell, a cell to an animal, an animal to an ecosystem.

This togetherness is why I love the Nein so damn much. It’s reaffirming at a deep level for me. The story that they are telling, and the one forming without their active intention even being involved, is a wonderful thing. Stories about togetherness are my bread and butter; it’s why I’m a sucker for a good romance or found-family narrative, because I love it when people come together to make something more than them, making one plus one equal three. There’s nothing quite like it. And Critical Role has it in spades.

And it’s not all about the depth of answering some spiritual question. I enjoy the potty humor and the eight people just trying to fuck with each other and make each other laugh. I enjoy the silliness and joy and endless pop culture references. But also the act of eight friends coming together to make a show where they create a beautiful, silly, heartfelt story together has its own sort of spiritual resonance with me.

I also want to establish that I understand that this is a company selling an entertainment experience to me. They aren’t just doing this in the spirit of togetherness, they are doing this to strengthen their careers and incomes. I get that. But in the end, it’s all a part of the dialectic. It’s all motivation for me to continue working towards building a world where people can make wonderful art like this without worrying about building a career out of it or paying the bills. It reminds me of how much work there is to be done, but also of all the work that’s already been done.

Critical Role has its flaws, but it is a wonderful thing and I’m happier everyday I’m reminded it exists. The Mighty Nein are probably my favorite found family ever, and lately, a very powerful affirmation for my own journey. I do wonder if anyone else has had similar experiences, with this artwork or others like it. If so, I’d love for you to share them with me.

#critical role #The Mighty Nein #a bit personal #a bit philosophical #but if you want a deep dive into how someone thinks about things #this might be your jam #long post

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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The Unexpected Roommate

Part 3

What happens when your roommate of many years falls in love and moves out unexpectedly? Drake Walker was in this situation, until his friends fiancée suggested that her friend moved in to replace her fiancé. The new roommate is causing tension already. Will they be able to survive living together? What’s the worse that could happen?

Drake x Riley

Leo x Olivia

Warnings: Swearing, tension, smut

A/N- So I spoke to @pedudley, she published a one shot with her characters doing a ‘truth and dare’ scene. We wrote it at the same time, and I reached out as I panicked that people would assume that I’ve used her idea. It’s totally different, just a similar idea and Paige is fine with it- best friends and great minds think alike 😆 This part and part 4 was originally just this part- however tumblr is saying that I’ve exceeded the word count 🤷‍♀️, so you all have two chapters posted back to back- SORRY! 😘

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As Riley answered his question, she witnessed a smile slowly creep up onto his face- believing that she would never see the day that Drake Walker smiled.

“I still don’t like you though...” She continued. “But....”

“But what?”

“I actually have plans for tonight. Maybe we could do it tomorrow instead?” Seeing disappointment on his face, she instantly felt guilty. She wasn’t saying to never to do this, she had wanted to make amends before he did- however, her friends were more important. More loyal. Fuck. “Or I could cancel? I see Daniel and Maxwell all the time..” Yes, cancel. Please cancel. Spend time with me. God I sound desperate. He thought to himself.

“It’s fine. You live with me. We can have drinks and food whenever.”

“Are you sure? I feel like I’m letting you down after you’ve made an effort. But I don’t like letting my friends down either. I’m sure they won’t mind. I can stay in... with you.”

“Honestly, it’s fine.” Providing a fake smile, his heart sunk- but he would never admit this to her.

“Okay.... I’ll erm. I will be back before my ‘curfew’.”

“You better be.” Smiling at him, she walked away shaking her head. Drake sat on the couch, not knowing what to do. Berating himself, that she had given him the final say for her plans- and he backed out of telling her what his heart truly desired.

****

Riley made her way to the bar, shaking her head she saw the two lovers had already ordered drinks. The amount of drinks that surrounded the table, was a sign of premature liver damage.

“Blossom! You’re here.”

“Hey, guys.” The two men looked at her, she was surprisingly quiet- in a daze. Not her usual self.

“What’s he done now?” Daniel demanded to know as he raised his eyebrows. Maxwell was aware of Drake’s attitude towards Riley- however Daniel had played it down. Daniel knew that Maxwell was a pussycat, but when it came to his friend who was like a sister to him, he wouldn’t hold back if someone hurt her.

“He... well he fucked a blonde all over the place last night. This morning. Whatever that doesn’t matter. He didn’t ask for my permission. Breaking his own rule...” Maxwell’s lips allowed an over exaggerated gasp to escape. “I hope you called him out on it.”

“No. I just put my old teddy bears and Barbie’s on his bed. She soon ran out.” Maxwell jumped up and high fived her, Daniel provided a smirk but her facial expression was still puzzling him.

“So why the long face?”

“He bought me a ‘La Perla’ set.”

“He did what?” The men asked in unison, both wondering what Drake was playing at.

“He bought me a bra and thong set... I mean that shit isn’t cheap. He seemed sincere with his apology but I still don’t trust him. One minute he despises me, then he’s nice. It’s just not normal...”

“Maybe he wants you to dress up for him?” Maxwell licked his lips, then mimicked a blowjob. Providing her friend with her own hand gesture he soon stopped. Afraid of what she may do if he was to carry on.

“Stop right there, Max. This discussion is ending right now!”

“Okay, fine. But you didn’t have to stick two fingers up at me.... or is that what Drake will be doing to you?” Unable to resist winding her up, he escaped to the bathroom quickly- convenient timing.

****

Drake had spent the night, wondering if she was using her prior plans as an excuse to avoid him. He wouldn’t blame her, he had been awful with her. Scrolling through social media, she appeared in the everlasting list of ‘people you may know’. His finger hovered above the ‘add friend’ button- deciding against it, he kept coming back to it. Every time he was tempted to just click it, but he thought that it would give her an excuse to argue with him. Looking at her profile, he shook his head- he clearly wasn’t her only victim for her infamous pranks. Checking out the photos, he needed to stop- he had a sudden erection. That was until he saw a photo of Riley and Olivia- just looking at his arch-enemy turned him off straight away. After a few hours, he made the decision to have a shower- as he had nothing better to do. Usually he wouldn’t mind being ‘home alone’ but for some reason he felt more lonely now than ever. As he entered, the water cascaded down his toned body- placing one hand on the tile, his other hand wrapped around his shaft. Stop thinking about her, she will kill you if she knows you’re wanking over her.

“Shit! I’m soooo sorry. I’m going to puke... I won’t be long. It was the toilet or the floor...” Jumping, he tried to cover himself up- she was in a state. Standing frozen, he didn’t know what to do. Carry on ‘showering’ or get out and hold her hair? The hair debate entered his mind- mainly concerned about her waking up with the sticky yet fowl substance in it. But also to keep her head upright to avoid her face planting the bowl.

“Couldn’t you have just puked in the trash bin? I’m trying to shower!”

“Oh. My. God. It stinks. I’m sorry.” Turning her head towards him, she had a little laugh to herself. “Are you jerking yourself off? Hey! You wasn’t lying was you?”

“No, I am not doing what you think I am! I am covering it up to protect my dignity as best as I can.”

“Whatevs... you are so totally doing it. I’m going to rename my dildo to ‘Drake’.”

“What the fuck are you on about? Can you please hurry up- and collapse in your bed....”

“Ewww I’ve puked in my hair...” knew it. Just fucking knew it. Great. Stripping her clothes off, she stumbled- before entering the shower with him.

“Do you not know about social distancing? Riley! Get to bed.”

“What’s up Drakey? Never shared a shower before.... at least it’ll save on the water bill.” Putting her thumbs up towards him, her drunk mind was now trying to calculate ways in cutting down the bills- whilst she washed her body. Looking down at his erection, she smirked again.

“Yup, definitely calling my dildo ‘Drake’...” Drake knew he was now trapped, believing that if he was civil- and possibly helped her with anything, the quicker he would be able to go to bed.

“What was it called before?” He asked, in his mind he was thinking all sorts of obscure names. Bob? Battery operated boyfriend- because that’s all she’ll ever get if she carries on treating men like shit. Peter as in Peter rabbit? Mr Big?

“Leo....”

“Leo?”

“Yeah, Liv called my dildo ‘Leo’. Apparently it’s the image of him. Personally, I can’t see it. I haven’t used ‘Leo’ since. It put me straight off.” Yeah, don’t blame you. What the actual fuck?

“Right, I’m going to wash your hair for you- then tuck you in bed.”

“Aw you do have a heart.” Trying to make a love heart shape with her fingers, she failed miserably. Drake turned her around, holding on to her with one hand he tried to keep a distance, he didn’t want to poke her- she kept slipping in the shower, making him nearly fall instead as his grip tightened onto her waist. If he was going down, he wasn’t going alone. Getting out of the shower, he held on to her- escorting her out too. Drying her body with the fluffy towel, she was swaying - making it difficult to help assist her. Carrying her to her bed, he laid her onto her side- hoping that she wasn’t going to be sick again. After a few minutes, he kissed Riley on the cheek and left her sleeping alone. Sweet dreams, pisshead.

****

The morning after, Drake decided to check on Riley before leaving for work. He had barely slept, mainly worrying that she was going to choke on her vomit- but then the short shower that they had shared was also lingering throughout his thoughts. Knowing that she was breathing, and was content- he left for work. Not that he wanted to, but he knew the sooner he got to work- the earlier he could finish and return home.

Later on in the day, he returned home- the apartment was as he had left it. Opening her door, she was still asleep. Sitting next to her, he needed to wake her up. Caressing her cheek, she didn’t stir- deciding to gently shake her, she fluttered her eyelashes at him. Still in a daze, she still felt slightly drunk believing that she was hallucinating. Smelling his cologne, and seeing his blurry face- she sighed heavily.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Fuck. He’s here. He’s on my bed.

“Drake! Get out!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m naked...” Pulling the duvet up as far as it could go, she was practically suffocating herself. “Remember you don’t like to see my - how did you describe it? Oh yeah. Flab.” Shaking his head, he was never going to hear the end of his hurtful words.

“Do you remember getting home last night?” Her eyes widened, she dread to think what had happened. The horror that was shown across her face, explained to him that she was clueless about the events after her night out.

“You came home, puked up then jumped in the shower with me. I carried you to your bed. There was no funny business. Anyway, it’s four o’clock- I think you better get up.”

“Four in the morning?”

“No. Afternoon. I’ve been to work and come back. I’ll order food and we can do what we planned if you’re up for it? There’s a match on.”

“Do I look like I watch sport?”

“Oh sorry. You’re probably one of those girls who likes to watch a film where the two main characters fall in love at the end.”

“Guilty.”

“Typical woman. I’ll get you some tissues- don’t want you ruining any make up.”

“It’s fine, Drake. Watch your game. I’ll have a shower then join you soon.”

“What drink do you want? I’ll get it ready for when you get out.”

“I’ve got wine, it’s in the fridge. Thank you, Drake.”

“No worries. Hurry up though.” Fuck why have I said that? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Before she could respond, he needed to think of an excuse for why he said that. “Because you don’t want your food to be cold.” Nodding, he smiled and swiftly left her- allowing her a bit of privacy to get out of bed. Making her way to the bathroom, she wished that she was able to walk in a straight line. Fucking Daniel, again. I need to stop drinking. Leaving the door slightly ajar, Drake couldn’t help himself but have a peek at her. Seeing her hair cascade down her back, he admired her body again as he did when she sabotaged his shower. God, she’s gorgeous. Stop looking at her Drake. Finally coming to his senses, he ordered the food and poured the drinks - waiting anxiously on the couch for Riley, he wanted to tell her the truth about what he thought about her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it.” Hearing her voice in the distance, it was a slight mumble as the noise from the tv was distracting him and was much closer.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear the door because of the game.”

“No worries. Hmm chinese. Good choice, roomie.” Bringing the food over to the table, they ate it together- both stealing glances from each other, both wondering if this was going to last. They spoke about simple things, to keep the conversation flowing with no awkwardness. Favourite food, phobias and fears, favourite vacations- were just some of the topics that they discussed. Riley decided to top up their drinks as they both gulped it in one, possibly needing Dutch courage to talk in a civil manner.

“Jesus, you cant even walk when you stick to the same drink.”

“I’m just a lightweight. You’d think that I’d be used to it working in a bar.”

“You work in a bar?”

“Yeah, with Daniel. He pulls in all the gays, and I flirt with the punters. It’s a real dive bar, so any custom is important.”

“I’ll have to come one day, just purely to annoy you and to distract you.”

“No. You’d just come for the free drinks. Because you know a person that works there.”

“Now you’ve offered free drinks, I’m definitely going to have to come.” Shaking her head, she knew that she would potentially get sacked if she provided Drake with whiskey all night on the house.

“So what do you do?” Sitting down next to him, she passed him the whiskey- waiting for him to elaborate. Intrigued as to what he did for a living. First impressions of him, was that he was a very closed off person- private. Unlike herself, who was an open book.

“I’m a mystery. That’s all you need to know.”

“C’mon Drake... tell me. I’ll ring Olivia and ask if not.”

“No!”

“Why no? Are you a serial killer? Or a drug dealer or something?”

“I just don’t like your friend. The answer is no. Plus, mind your own business.”

“You don’t like many people do you?”

“I hate her.”

“Like me.” Riley said this quietly, as her face faulted. Most people liked her, but Drake just had instant hate- deep down it hurt her slightly.

“Of course I’m going to hate you, you’re my roommate. Liv, she’s like the fucking devil.”

“You just don’t know her properly. Like you don’t know me.”

“I’d like to get to know you. I’m sorry. But you are annoying as fuck.”

“Maybe I am annoying. But so are you. Your teams losing, time for a change.” Reaching over him, she stole the remote and quickly changed the channel. Sex and the city, perfect.

“No! Not a chance! I’m not watching this shit. Put the fucking goddamn match back on.” Shooting off of the sofa, she ran towards her room shoving the remote in her bra- knowing he wouldn’t dare touch her whilst it was there.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Catching up to her, he pulled her back flush to his chest. Turning her around, his eyes never left hers.

“You’re a bit too close for comfort.” She could practically feel her heart attempting to leap out of her chest.

“Give me the remote, and I’ll let go of your waist.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll be holding on to you all night...”

“I pretty much doubt that, Drake.”

“You want to bet?” Moving his lips closer to her neck, his breath made her heart skip a beat- it also sent shivers down her spine. “Can you resist my lips, Riley?”

“Of course I can.” Whimpering, she wasn’t sure what to think. Deep down, she had always thought that he was handsome- but he was her roommate. Someone who hated her the previous day. Someone who was fucking a stranger in their shared accommodation. Kissing her neck gently, her body froze- his hands roamed her body, getting closer to her chest. Closing her eyes, she gulped at his soft touches.

“Your skin is so soft.... Riley.... I....” Swiftly removing the remote from her bra, he smirked- feeling smug with himself. “I win! Don’t fuck with me...no one turns the matches off!”

“You bastard!”

“Aw what’s up darling? Did you think that I was kissing you because I wanted to?” I actually really wanted more.

“I don’t know what to think with pricks like you! I knew tonight was too good to be true... why can’t you just be a normal human being?”

“Why can’t you ask for permission to turn the tv over?”

“It’s not the end of the fucking world!” Hearing a knock at the door, their bickering stopped almost immediately.

“Hey guys!”

“Leo?” They both shouted in unison, wondering why he was here. As soon as Olivia joined him, she eyed the two of them in front of her- attempting to study their body language.

“Woah, you two are close...” Leo stated as he nudged Olivia.

“Thought we’d drop by to see how you are both doing. Is there a problem? Have we come at a bad time?”

“I’m on top of the world, Liv. Living with a fucking prick like him is all I ever wanted in life. You have perfect timing! I’m so glad some normal human beings are here to socialise with me.” Drake gulped, now realising that he had been slightly petty.

“Living with an annoying bitch is all I ever wanted! So thanks for getting engaged guys. Beer, Leo?”

#choices trr #trr fanfic #trr au the unexpected roommate #drake x mc #drake x riley #drake walker #riley brooks #leo x olivia #leo rhys #olivia nevrakis

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a-mellowtea · 5 years

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It is a very weird thing to give kudos for, but uh... can I mention how proud I am of CRWBY getting their injury placements/reactions right?

Now, I’m no medical student (so please take all of this with a metric ton of salt), but here’s what I mean.

There are typically three ways to kill people, and this extends to fiction: nervous system, circulatory system, respiratory system. When Pyrrha is shot by Cinder in Volume 3, the entry point is right around the second or third rib, and straight through to her mid-upper back.

It’s also worth mentioning that this is a fairly more gruesome death than many people give it credit for, because the force required to run an arrow - a low-impact projectile - straight through the human body is astounding.

A physics professor explaining how much pull it would take to loose an arrow faster than a bullet.

Now, in the scene, we are given this lovely, lingering close up of Pyrrha grasping at her chest and gasping/hiccuping for breath. Why? Well, because the arrow pierced the lower-most section of her trachea (or windpipe), thus not allowing her to breathe.

But wait! There’s more. There’s this wonderfully horrible place in the chest where the trachea and pericardium overlap, and the areas a little higher and a little lower where causing trauma to one is likely to cause trauma to the other.

So... yeah, Pyrrha was dealt a combination of trauma to the trachea and the heart (and the likely severing of something around the spinal region) and the character reacts accordingly. She stiffens, grasps feebly at her chest, and struggles for breath before ultimately... falling unconscious.

You heard me right. Her falling limp into Cinder’s waiting hold there isn’t her dying. In in-universe time, it takes about ten seconds from the arrow’s impact to her going limp. Like with Weiss in Volume 5 (which we’ll get to) injuries like hers, while incredibly severe and certainly mortal if not immediately treated, are not in themselves enough to kill instantaneously.

Pyrrha’s body goes into shock and shuts down because of her injuries. Pyrrha dies when Cinder cooks her like yesterday’s leftovers uses the Maiden’s power to turn her to ash.

Could Pyrrha have survived? Well, as first indicated with Yang in the previous chapter of the Volume, the light streaming from and particles floating away from the wound is whatever is left of Pyrrha’s Aura, likely trying to heal her. It flakes and glows because it physically can’t - the damage is too severe, and Pyrrha’s recovering-from-completely drained Aura isn’t enough, like with Yang’s dismemberment.

So, the answer is maybe, given swift and professional medical attention. Which is infuriating, but doubles down on what made the scene itself, at least in my opinion, very well done.

And now onto Volume 5 and our poor Snow Angel.

Yeah. Weiss stops breathing entirely for at least a full five seconds. And if that wasn’t enough to scare you-

I talked about this in brief when the episode aired, so to summarize: the spear pierces below the chest, between the 8th and 9th rib, most likely through her liver and, given the ultimate fuck-you design of the spear (seriously, Cinder, what the fuck?), the lower-most portion of her lung. Under normal circumstances, Weiss would bleed out from an injury of this type in a matter of minutes, given that it completely impaled her body (again with the impalement, sweet merciful christ).

However, the area around her wound is visibly glowing, which translates fairly well in RWBY to the spear being heated. It is fire surrounded by glass, after all. The spear burned through her body, cauterizing as it went, and there was no further trauma from it being removed as it simply dissipated. Taking into account these factors, Weiss’ injury, while undoubtedly excruciating, is non-fatal. She passed out from the shock and pain, but if the minimal blood on her outfit was any indication, she won’t bleed out. Left untreated, she could certainly still have died, but hey - we’ve got a heal- I mean Aura booster!

Weiss’ reaction to this is done flawlessly as well. You can see better here the parallel between her passing out from shock and Pyrrha’s own collapse (the shot is frighteningly similar and I love CRWBY to death for it).

The ‘best’ part, in my opinion, is when the damage is just starting to be repaired in Chapter 12, and Kara voices this incredible, gut-wrenchingly accurate series of hoarse, dry gasps (9:23 timstamp in the episode on YouTube) before Weiss’ breathing returns to a normal, albeit shaky, state. This pretty much solidifies the notion that the spear had punctured her lung and she therefore couldn’t breathe.

Not gonna lie, the crew surprised me here. Injuries like these are pretty tough to get right, and for the most part? They did.

Cheers, CRWBY. Well done.

#tw: injury #rwby #rwby volume 3 #rwby volume 5 #pyrrha nikos #weiss schnee #injuries #rwby ramblings

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dangerousfoxfest · 5 years

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Collide Chapter 6-Resolution.

Hi all, Happy 2019. As promised the 2nd chapter of today. Enjoy hope the answers have been worth the wait.

Summary: This storyline takes place after Tariq was not found and the MC name was never cleared. Liam has received news that Madeline who is Queen, has been involved in a car accident in America.

Its a long one 3310 words.

“Pregnant?” Liam asks “How far along?

“Judging by in her blood results, first trimester possibly 8 weeks” the doctor replied

Liam nodded and began to leave the room. He wondered if she knew, was this the reason for the sudden interest in starting a family-an heir to the throne, Liam shakes his head as he continues to the waiting room. He had to speak with Adelaide, there was so much to sort out.

On return to the waiting room, Liam noticed that Kimmy and Carol had left. Fear hit him “where are they?” Liam asked Drake. “Maxwell took Kimberly for ice cream” Drake replies “she likes dancing almost as much as him, they’ve hit it off somewhat”

“Riley’s mum was okay with Maxwell taking her?” Liam asked shocked.

“Well I think that you being king swayed the whole can the group be trusted thing” drake replied

“She knows I’m a king?” Liam asks

“She does now…Maxwell told her” Drake answered.

“Where is she now?” Asks Liam

“Visiting Riley” Replies Drake.

“Why bring a child to the hospital?” Liam asks shaking his head

“Childminder running late so she was to be collecting here….. Maxwell cancelled it” Drake Replies.

Liam nods and sighs sitting down. She should have told me Drake; how could Olivia keep something as important as that from me?

“I don’t know Liam but she kept it from us all…..but she must have had her reasons Liam….you know Liv…she would never ever….”

“Save it Drake” Liam snaps “I’ll never forgive her for keeping my child from me”

“Liam just speak with her.” Drake concedes “she’ll have her reasons…..besides your angry at the wrong person….Riley never told you either!”

Liam stands up as he says “I’m going to see where Riley is” Drake nods. After asking at the front desk for Riley’s room, Liam knocks in the door which is answered by Carol. Liam walks into the sterile looking room, Doctor Evans was present with a nurse who was priming the pumps administering the drugs to Riley. Riley lay in the bed her head covered with a carefully placed bandage. Her mouth was invaded by an ET tube connected to a ventilator. Her gown was lowered at the shoulder to reveal a central line connecting the IVs to the numerous beeping machines. Tears fell from Liam’s face, walking over to Riley he leans over to lightly kiss the available space at her mouth, as he does he whispers “why didn’t you tell me we have a little girl…. she’s so beautiful….just like her mother…”

Liam rests his head on hers for a second before standing straight. “Dr Evans, I think it can be safe now to provide me information on Riley’s status” Dr Evans looks at Riley’s mother who nods. “Yes, your majesty” Dr Evans nods “Miss Holligan was in the back of the car, she was not wearing a seatbelt and suffered extensive injuries. She was brought into the hospital, she went into full cardiac arrest on route to the hospital, however we managed to get her back. There was a significant bleeding on the brain which our neurosurgeon managed to stop in theatre, however it will take some time for the swelling to subside and also to know if there is any long-term damage” “long term damage…” Liam asks “you mean brain damage” Dr Evans nods in agreement. “Just now” Dr Evans continues we have placed her in a medically induced coma give her body and brain time to heal…… In addition to the head injury we’ve had to remove Miss Holligan’s spleen, and she has liver lacerations…. I won’t lie to you….her injuries as you can see are very extensive and the next 48 are crucial.”

Liam holds Riley’s hand even tighter squeezing it before bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. “If you have any questions you can call me, here is my number” says Dr Evans as he holds out his card. Liam takes the card and places it in his pocket as Dr Evans leaves the room.

“So” Carol says as Dr Evans leaves “how exactly does my daughter know you? And why haven’t you been involved in my grand daughters’ life”

“I don’t know where to start” Liam replies “but I hope you can answer some things for me too.”

“Let’s start with the google headlines….shall we” Replies carol holding her phone up showing pictures of Liam and Riley, placed in a headline next to a picture of Riley and Tariq, with the words “Cheat: Future King Humiliated” Carol eyeing Liam said in a stern voice “I’ll have you know my daughter would never cheat…..your a fool to believe this rubbish”

“I didn’t” he responded “it’s a long story, I’m not sure Riley would want her mother knowing…”

“Liam she’s my daughter, she may still di..” Carol says breaking herself off Liam bristles at that sentence “if you want to be a part of my daughter and grand-daughters life, you’ll tell me…. what in the hell has been happening with my daughter”

“Your right there’s been enough secrets” he sighs

Liam discussed how he met Riley, social season, the scandal, the break up, The wedding to Madeline, no contact for three years then the accident. “……I never knew about Kimberly, I don’t know why she never told me….. I would have gave up everything for them if I had known…” Liam continues “maybe that’s why” Carol reasons “ do you think Riley would let you give up everything????”

“I would have gained far more than I would have lost” Liam replies. “Can I ask do you know Olivia Nervakis?” He continues

“yes, I do” Carol replies. “She’s a friend of Riley’s and Kimmy’s god-mother”

“What” Liam asked shocked “her god-mother? ....you mean Olivia has been to New York to see Kimberly?”

“Yes, she has every few months or so….at least until she had Thomas…. why who is Olivia to you” Carol asks Liam

“Just a friend…. or I thought she was” huffs Liam

“Well she has always made sure Kimberly has the best, health care, clothes, she was even talking about Kimmy learning to horse ride….and oddly the art of war….. I mean really” Carol laughs.

Liam could feel himself getting annoyed at how much Olivia had kept from him.

Knock knock…Carol got up to answer the door, breaking Liam from his thoughts. Drake was on the other side asking if he could visit. Carol nodded allowing Drake to enter, as he does Drake informs Liam, Bastien is looking for him. Drake makes his way over to sit on the seat Liam just vacated. Drake holding Riley’s hand asks Carol about her condition. As Liam leaves, he hears Carol relay that same doctor information he heard earlier.

“Bastien any news” asks Liam “Adelaide and Regina have discussed the press statement to be released, it requires you to look over it for any changes.” Liam nods “Bastien can you have the guard prepare the precision route for the funeral. We’ll fly Madeline home when doctors release her body…however in the meantime we’ll have to have the staff organise her funeral….Adelaide can have a free reign in this….let her give her daughter the send off she wants…..Regina can monitor the plans….just in case Adelaide goes on the attack”

“Very good, Sir” Replies Bastien. “One more thing, Lady Riley’s friend is downstairs wishing to see Her. We’ve stopped him at present from coming up”

“What friend?” asks Liam

“Daniel, Sir” Bastien Replies.

“Daniel” Liam lights up” Carol said earlier he was working with Lady Riley before the accident, he can maybe give some answers to this whole situation”

“Very good, Sir. Bastien turns to leave and meet Daniel.

Sitting back in the waiting area Maxwell has returned with Kimmy. Liam and Kimmy spent some time getting to know one another drawing with some paper and crayons Maxwell had bought her at the gift shop. Maxwell and Drake had already left and were escorting Adelaide to their hotel which Bastien had arranged. Bastien entered the waiting room. “Your Majesty…. we have to act now!”

“Bastien what’s wrong?”

“Sir, Tariq was the driver of the car. He’s here in the hospital

“What!” Liam exclaims!

The night of the accident

It was a busy night in the restaurant. Riley and Daniel were rushed off their feet. The restaurant was one of the best in NYC, seating 100 people, often reservations had to be done weeks even months at a time. It was certainly a million miles from the dive bar they worked in three years ago. As Riley and Daniel busied themselves at the restaurant, they missed her entering through the door. Riley was clearing a table and looked up “that bitch” Riley mouthed in shock raising her body, did that mean he was here….. Liam was he here. Her stomach flipped….the panic what if questions were asked….questions….scenarios all rushed into Riley’s thoughts….just as ready to walk away….otherwise known as hiding….she saw him….walking towards where Madeline was sitting. Tariq.

Anger coursed through Riley she was going to kill him…the hell he put her through…Daniel followed Riley’s gaze….he had known about Madeline….Tariq…all of it. Riley had confided in him when she needed his help to find a job. He rushed over to her before she did anything silly…. he didn’t want her losing her job. “Think about this Riley” Daniel warned “be savvy”

“I’m going to kill him, and bitch slap her about this restaurant” Riley responds

“Riley you’ve found him…after all these years, if you blow this chance, you’ll never get it again…. think of Kimmy” Daniel pleads.

Then Riley realised Daniel was right “what’s Madeline doing with him? Here?” No one was suppose to have seen Tariq in years. She would have known if Tariq was back at court Olivia would have told her. “She’s known all this time where he’s been” Riley says in a low voice to herself…”she knew!”

“How long do you think she’s known?” Daniel asks

“I don’t know but I am going to find out” Riley replies. “But first payback”

Riley takes out her phone and takes a picture of Madeline and Tariq, sitting relaxed at the table, smiling. Then jackpot, Madeline leans over to kiss Tariq. *snap* Riley takes a picture and immediately hides around the corner, so Madeline and Tariq would not see her and see where the flash came from. “What are you going to do with them “Daniel asks

“I’m going to send them to someone who owes me…big time” Riley replies “please let me still have her email address”

“Whose email?” Daniel asks

“Ah got it” Riley says gleefully

“You owe me this one! Do what you will with the pictures, however you all did not spare me such grace” Riley sent off the email.

Present day

“Where is he?” Liam asks

Liam and Bastien phone pinged “the statement must be released, but I haven’t looked over”

Liam looks at his phone wide eyed “king Liam betrayed again” with a picture of Madeline and Tariq kissing “lothario noble scores again with kings love” the picture of Madeline feeding Tariq from her fork. There was no doubt in the pictures Madeline and Tariq were involved. It left no doubt now who the father was of Madeline’s baby. “This is a mess…..We better see Tariq….where is he?” Liam asks. “3rd floor” Bastien replied.

Both Liam and Bastien made their way to see Tariq. “Oh nurse, how is he?” Liam asks as he point to Tariq through the glass. “He’s doing well…came through surgery very well” the nurse replied.

“Can you get the doctor to see me please?” Liam asks

“Certainly” the nurse responds.

Liam enters the room to see Tariq, lying there with some IVs connected to him. He certainly did not resemble the condition Riley found herself in. Tariq turned his head as he did his eyes opened and he startled. “Liam?” Tariq questioned

“Tariq” Liam answers in a very stoic tone “what the hell has been going on with my wife?”

Night of the accident

“I have to get answers” Riley informs Daniel

“How?” Daniel responds

“He must be staying nearby if I find where he’s staying, I can speak to him alone” Riley responds “even shake him up with those pictures.

“But Riley” Daniel prompts “you already emailed those pictures. They aren’t leverage anymore”

“Yes he doesn’t know that….not yet anyway” Riley answers.

Riley thinks for a moment. “I’m going to find his car and hide in it, the valet must have parked for him…. yeah I’ll find it and hide see where he’s staying.” She continues

“Riley…” Daniel reasons but by then Riley had already gone.

Present day

“We were in love” Tariq Replies

“Love…” Liam scoffs “that woman wouldn’t know the meaning of the word”

“You don’t know her like I do” Tariq responds

“You got that right, I certainly never fucked her” Liam bitterly said “But as she was pregnant it would appear you did!”

Tariq eyes fell to his hands ”yes, she was going to tell you…she wanted us to be together”

Liam laughs “you actually believe that don’t you”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I” Tariq answers

“yes well I suppose she would have to tell me eventually….as her attempts for us to start a family have failed” Liam answers “ she couldn’t hide it forever.”

“Start a family” Tariq asked confused “no she didn’t want that she told me…she wanted me”

Liam laughs “oh wake up Tariq, she was using you….keeping you….the affair their must have been some advantage to her”

Then it dawns on Liam “oh…I see”

“See what?” Tariq asks

“How long ago did you and Madeline start?” Liam asks

“You mean fall in love” Tariq corrected. Liam sat stone faced at the naivety of Tariq

“We began to fall in love 2 years ago, but we met up again before she left for Cordonia’s homecoming ball” Tariq continued.

“But that would mean before Madeline and I married?” Liam responded “after the wedding shower” Liam rose from his seat anger filling him “she knew where you were???......All this time she knew”

“Yes, I suppose” replied Tariq “Madeline turned up at my apartment, she said found me though some shoes I had bought from a designer shop here”

“So, you continued to hide like a coward…. To keep ruining Lady Riley’s reputation?” Liam shoots back

“It wasn’t like that…. Madeline…said you had sent her, telling me to keep quiet” Tariq responds

“You believed that?” Liam asks

“Yes…I did…she was born to be queen why wouldn’t I? She made me realise the damage a commoner could do to the monarchy and by me hiding away…Riley couldn’t be an embarrassment to you or the monarchy if you choose to end the relationship…..Madeline said you wanted to end it…but didn’t know how… I was giving you the perfect get out clause” Tariq continues

“Tariq you are an idiot! She played you! And you were happy to be played. Had I not been forced into that situation I would have married Lady Riley. Madeline knew that and seen her opportunity with you.

“I should let you know.” Liam continues “The press are aware of your affair with each other….so this is what you’re going to do…..you’re going to release a statement revealing the truth of Appleyard three years ago….After that you’re on your own I don’t care what else is said…..or revealed you both deserved each other.” Liam walked away from Tariq closing the door behind him.

“Organise a press statement from him” Liam orders Bastien

“Sir it’s not the best….” Bastien counters

“ENOUGH” shouts Liam “I’ve had enough of people controlling what I do….. get it done” and with that Liam walks away

Over the day the press were informed of Madeline’s death, so far the press shocked but were sympathetic to the King, so badly betrayed by his Queen who unfortunately paid the ultimate price with her life during an illicit encounter. There were still questions why Lady Riley was in the car from them. But for Liam it was clear she had hidden in the car, in order to confront Tariq at his home. However, it wasn’t yet clear why the was tragic accident happened.

The night of the accident

Riley was hiding in the foot well of the car. She was lucky it was dark She could easily be hidden under a rug in the back seat. Eventually Tariq and Madeline entered the car. Madeline was gushing over Tariq, it was enough to make Riley want to vomit. During the journey Riley could hear Madeline and Tariq discuss the baby. Riley couldn’t believe her ears. She had so much leverage now. But needed proof. She set her phone to record the audio. Then an overconfident Madeline began to laugh, “what’s so funny?” Tariq asks.

“That stupid American and her child” she scoffs

“What?” Tariq asks

“Lady Olivia got a call from her credit card company regarding the NY Presbyterian hospital” Madeline laughs

“When…what are you talking about” Tariq asked confused

“When…three years ago…do keep up…” Madeline huffs

“How did you know this? Why is it even important?” Tariq asks

“Because…..I heard Oliva’s PA tell her the credit card company wanted to verify the hospital charges” Madeline continues….”Olivia didn’t look sick….so I took a visit to the hospital…..it took a while…..had to pretend to be that awful woman”

“Pretend to be who” Tariq asks his confusion escalating

“Who….lady Olivia…..Lady Olivia..lady…”Madeline laughs “found her didn’t I”

“Found who…lady Olivia? Tariq asks

“NO!!!! Lady Riley……” Madeline shouts “lying there asleep in bed, in a nice small room on the OB ward…..she didn’t see me….but I seen her……little wretch….thought she could steal my crown…. I knew she would try and tell him….. but ha ha…. I stopped that…..so predictable…..turning up to his room, there she stood so shocked when I answered…all I had to do was to arrive at Liam’s room early enough to have breakfast…. Make it look like I’d spent the evening…. the meeting was a great rouse to do that…..and simply wait for her to turn up…..block her…..

Riley sat in the back of the car…. Anger pulsating…..

“The fact Liam left for a shower and I was able to strip to my underwear without him knowing what was going on…..was icing on the cake….perfect….I couldn’t have planned it any better….well I did….you know what I mean….” Madeline gushed.

“Madeline…you mean to tell me Liam has a child…somewhere and you knew” Tariq asks

“Oh who knows” Madeline answers no clearly no longer boasting of Her exploits….a little worried she revealed too much.

“Madeline” Tariq reasoned “you can’t…”

Tariq and Madeline began arguing over what Madeline had done. The shouting continued over several miles. The noise was explosive, suddenly Riley feels the car skid, her body jolts shaking violently. She is thrown to the roof of the car back to the footwell and then again and again as the car rolls and rolls. The car stops and as Riley turns her head…. she sees the lorry…..as if in slow motion she sees it coming towards her…….*smash* Riley’s world goes dark.

Present day

Liam sat by Riley’s bedside for hours holding Riley’s hand praying that she would wake up. Riley’s mum had taken Kimberly off home to bed, Liam promised to call her if Riley woke up. Maxwell promised to babysit first thing in the morning allowing Carol to return to the hospital. Carol had been playing some of Riley’s favourite songs from her phone in the room, wasn’t difficult to do using Riley’s thumb print to unlock the phone. The doctor said to them voices and familiar sounds might help her, there is a chance Riley could sit hear.

As Liam sat there the song ended and he waited for the next one…suddenly there was a familiar voice rebounded around the room…. Madeline talking about her baby….. so, she did know about it Liam thought…she was trying to trick him…. pretending the baby would be his, the heir to the throne……The sound of Madeline’s voice continued to vibrate around the room laughing “That stupid American and her child” Madeline scoffs “What?” Tariq’s voice was next…. the conversation continued “Lady Olivia got a call from her credit card company regarding the NY Presbyterian hospital” Madeline laughs “When” Tariq asked confused…. Liam sat there in shock….hearing the whole conversation….the argument afterwards and then suddenly the accident….screams from the phone filled the room….tears fell from Liam’s eyes. He began to sob uncontrollably. Liam felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, as he turned, he saw Olivia, standing there tears in her eyes. She too had heard it all.

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missjackil · 5 years

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My Diary to the SPN Finale

Day 4.

I overslept my alarm and was almost late for work. Normally. I have a terrible time staying asleep. Most of you who message me know Im up at 4am sometimes. My life is very stressful so its very hard to sleep, so when I wake up at 4am I always put the boys on, watch one or 2 episodes and go back to sleep/ Last night and the night before however, I slept straight through and past my alarm. “This is great!” one may think, but I spent all day exhausted anyway. What I think is happening, is that even though my body is too tense to rest, it knows to spend an hour or 2 with the boy's won't help.

I went to work, forgot what I was doing a bunch of times, and forgot how to do some things I've done a bunch of times. I have to make up excuses, I can't say “My fav show is ending and I'm devastated” or people will think I'm nuts.

At work, all I want to do is come home. But at home, my kids are breaking my heart, my pets are making me insane, and my house is falling apart, and my “security blanket” now feels like jagged sandpaper on my heart.

I'm not a drug user, nor much of a drinker (socially at best) but how stupid is it, that now I want to do both? Im actually jealous now of those who can drink or pop enough pills to be numb. My vice is smoking. Yesterday I lit a smoke when I left work and a customer said “That shit will kill you” and I answered “I sure hope so” Im going to give you all a little background history of me, Its ok if you stop reading now, but follow along if you dare😳

Im 52 and have had clinical depression my entire life. At the very least since I was 4. I dont know how it started but its been there as long as I can remember. needless to say my childhood sucked. Anything that could go wrong did. Im terminally single, unattractive, and perpetually poor even though Ive gone to college twice and have 3 degrees. Ive had 4 failed suicide attempts, my first was when I was 12 and ate 30 +\- asprin which only gave me bleeding ulcers and liver damage and 2 years of therapy that was worthless.

In Jan 2014, my life changed. I came into a good sized inheritance from an uncle who was a retired Army Sgt (mujch more about that I dont know other than he fought in Korea) and was left $50,000. (as were each of my sisters) I didnt go nuts and spend this right away, my daughter, father, and I were living in a decent apartment and was saving it for a down payment on a house. My sisters all used their money to pay off their mortgages and other bills. I was looking for a nice house to buy, but even with $50K I wasnt sure I could handle the property taxes and utilities that had been previously covered by my landlord. My father decided that stairs were no longer something he could handle, so he moved in with my younger sister, so decided that I would just pay a lot of up front rent on our apt and stay there a few more years, but no, the landlord informed us they were selling in 3 months and there was no guarentee the buyer would want to rent out our unit.

Then my car died, which was what was getting my daughter and I back and forth to work. Now I have to dip into the money and get a car. I got a $7000 used car that we shared and as soon as the warrenty was up, everything failed. After spending $2000 for repairs and it was still falling apart, I get another one... cheaper this time, but hey, it runs.

Time goes by, we have 30 days to move out, as predicted, the buyer didnt want to rent our unit out, he wanted to move his mother in. So now Im scrambling to find something to move into in 30 days I find a trailer that seemed like it would be a good fit for just me and my dauhter, lots of room, 2 bathroom a nice yard. Im just about to buy said trailer and the park informs me its been sold because a buyer offered cash. Im like “Ummm I have cash too!” and theyre like “oh.... we were unaware.... but hey we have another one for you” and this one is much smaller, but a newer model so it wont need as much work. With 2 weeks left to move, I reluctantly take it. Now, we move, but with no one and I mean absolutely NO ONE to help us, we left 90% of our belongings in our old apartment because we cant lift shit and neither of us could rent a truck, we only brought what we could carry out. and I had to spend the rest of the money on furnature. Of course I lost my security deposit and also had to pay an additional $2000 for “clean up” of my old apt.

Fast forward to March 1 2015, Im back to broke but still working my ass off. My dryer is broke, my AC and heater, the back door has been leaking quietly for so long you cant step within 2 feet from it or youll go through the floor. Theres a crack in my bathtub that has leaked under the house and is causing my back yard to slowly sink. My daughter works and together we can afford the lot ren, utilities and food. Nothing extra though. We were saving to start fixing things but trying to decided what was most important, and what was most costly. The dryer is cheapest, the leaky tub and sinkling yard is the most expensive but HAS to be done at some poijnt. I buy space heaters and wall unit ACs but that gives me $300 electric bills LOLOL. However I am introduced to SPN and these wonderful boys that I love instantly, and gives me an escape. Helps keep me sane.

We get things almost together, then suddenly, my father died from the flu Feb 1st 2018. This day was the worst day of my life, it was also the night Various and Sundary Villians aired and after all the tears with my sisters and trying to get arrange,ents made, ALL I could think of was coming home and just escaping into my boys for a while. And I did, and it was a blessing. However, within a couple months, my younger sister and I are hit with my dads bills. Hospital bills, credit cards, car payments on a H3 Hummer he bought a few months before. My older sisters didnt get hit with this because they’re his step children, just my younger sister and I do. $30,000 of debt split between my younger sister and I. I havent been able to pay on any of it because they dont give me any option for low payments. Its like “$1500 by whatevermonth 30th or we take you to court” My sister is handling it ok because her husband makes $$$ but not enough to help me too. So, right now Im just keeping my house heated and my kid and I fed and my lot rent paid. Soon my wages will be garnished and I wont have that either and it will be all on my daughter. Now, my escape, the last thing in my whole world I enjoy is ending. So yes.... Im hurting.

#SPN Finale #my diary #day 4

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 5 years

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Ack those prompts. 6 or 24 or both for Flogan?

Happy (early) Thanksgiving everyone! Non-Americans, Happy Wednesday!

6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Flynn was heading to bed, basically forcing himself to sleep even though he still felt annoyingly wired. He had to find some way to be sharp tomorrow as they undoubtedly jumped again. Lately it felt like they weren’t just one step behind Rittenhouse, but five steps. Everyone was feeling the strain of it, especially Lucy, who he’d literally carried to her bed an hour ago after she’d fallen asleep at the table, faceplanting in a pile of notes.

He opened the door to his room–and froze.

…someone was in his bed.

At first he thought it was Lucy, since she’d been sleeping over about every other night, curled up on his chest like a spoiled kitten, but when he flicked on the lamp he saw that it was–

“Wyatt?”

Wyatt stirred, eyes opening, bloodshot, the blanket sliding down to reveal that he had not only climbed into Flynn’s bed, he’d shed his clothes while he was at it.

“Flynn?” Wyatt slurred.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Wyatt looked down at the bed like it’d betrayed him. “This is yours?”

“How much have you had to drink.”

Wyatt tried to count on his fingers and failed.

Flynn sighed, walking over, picking up Wyatt’s trail of clothes along the way. “C’mon, let’s get you to your room.”

He hauled Wyatt up to sitting, but Wyatt shook his head and grabbed onto Flynn’s shirt with clumsy fingers. “Can’t I just…” He tipped his head forward, resting it against Flynn’s stomach and making a contented noise.

That did… dangerous things to Flynn’s ability to breathe. “Wyatt. You’ll want to wake up in your own bed in the morning.”

Wyatt shook his head. “No, your bed smells nicer.”

“It what.”

“Like you.” Wyatt buried his nose in Flynn’s shirt.

…wow this room was warm. “Wyatt. C’mon.”

“Can’t I just sleep with you?” Wyatt looked up at him, his eyes blue and big and pleading, his mouth turning down into a pout. “It’s all… y’know. Big.”

“Big.”

“The bed. My bed. Wondered why this one felt nice.” Wyatt pulled away and stretched back out onto the bed, burying his nose in Flynn’s pillow, practically nuzzling it. “Can kinda smell Lucy too… y’know…” Wyatt eyed him, then pronounced, “I know why she spends the night.”

“Oh? Do you now.”

Wyatt nodded, like he’d made an important scientific discovery. “You’re big. So you make the bed feel not big. You take it all up. And… and you give warmth back.”

“Right.” Flynn wasn’t going to forcibly haul Wyatt back to bed, the guy was way too heavy. He stripped, changing into his sleep shirt and flannel pajama pants. “You snore, or kick me, back to your bed you go.”

Wyatt looked absolutely delighted. Flynn slipped into bed and Wyatt immediately plastered himself to him, tucking his head under Flynn’s chin.

“Wyatt?”

“Mmm?”

“If you wake up in the morning and have some kind of straight man freak out about this, I will leave you behind on the next mission. Is that clear.”

Wyatt snorted. “’m not straight.”

“What.”

Wyatt patted Flynn’s shoulder clumsily. “Don’t know what I am but it’s not that. You bent me.”

“I what.”

“Bent me. Y’know. ‘Cause it’s not straight? Made me not straight. Something. You’re very handsome.”

“…Wyatt…” What the absolute fuck was going on and why was his heart pounding so loudly?

Wyatt didn’t answer. Flynn looked down.

The asshole was asleep.

Great. Now he had two people getting drunk and ending up in his bed with only cryptic drunken slurs about him to explain their presence.

Flynn wrapped an arm around Wyatt, if only to keep them secured together so neither of them would fall off the bed, and resigned himself to staring at the ceiling and thinking about literally anything except a) the very attractive body pushed up against his and b) what the hell Lucy was going to say when she heard about this.

24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

The gunfire finally stopped.

Wyatt looked back. “Everyone okay?”

Rufus gave a weak thumbs-up. Lucy nodded, pale, her lips pressed together.

“I’ll take rear,” Flynn said. “Run for the Lifeboat.”

Wyatt didn’t even think about why Flynn was taking rear, or about the odd strain in Flynn’s voice, until they’d gotten back to the bunker safely and Flynn grabbed him as they started to exit.

“Come with me,” Flynn whispered. “Act natural for Christ’s sake.”

Wyatt swallowed, trying not to panic and also trying not to let the dark gutter-dwelling part of his brain go on a rampant saw-this-in-a-porno-once scenario marathon. Inappropriate crush on Flynn acknowledged and ignored, thanks, and that was how it was going to stay.

Flynn led Wyatt into his room and shut the door–and then took off his jacket.

Wyatt could feel his eyes bugging out. “I thought–I asked if–” Jesus that was a lot of blood. That was–that was an insane amount of blood.

Flynn lurched and Wyatt grabbed him, helping him lie down on the bed. “I think you’ll have to dig it out.”

Digging bullets out actually wasn’t as common a practice as the movies made it seem. Oftentimes it would cause more damage to take it out than to leave it in. But Flynn had been in battle, so if he said Wyatt had to get it out… then Wyatt trusted him.

“Hold on.” Wyatt went out and got a handtowel and a jug of water, trying to avoid being seen. He had to clean up the wound first so he could see what was going on and not just a sea of awful red. “Jesus, Flynn, why didn’t you say anything?”

“There wasn’t time.” Flynn grunted in pain as Wyatt quickly wiped at the blood.

“You could’ve died running for the Lifeboat.”

“But I didn’t.”

“But you could have.”

“Just get the damn bullet out and sew up my liver or whatever it is, would you Logan?”

“If you’re going to be so cranky about it, maybe I should go a little slower,” Wyatt shot back, swallowing down the panic in his throat. “Why you came to me instead of Lucy or Rufus or literally anyone–”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this,” Flynn admitted.

Wyatt stared at him. “What? Why?”

Flynn gave a hollow little laugh. “Because you’re the one who’ll tell me if there’s nothing we can do.”

Wyatt looked down at the wound, trying to see. Flynn was still bleeding heavily, too heavily, he had to find a way to make it stop– “Wh-what makes you think that?”

“The others’ll… try and say no, no we can… we can fix this…” Flynn snorted. “But I think we know where we stand with each other. Hey, at least you’ll be rid of me, right?”

Wyatt’s hands were shaking uncontrollably, his hands were covered in Flynn’s blood, fuck. “I don’t–I really don’t think–Garcia that’s not–I wouldn’t think that at all.”

Flynn wasn’t looking at him, just staring up at the ceiling. “Look, just take a look at it, see if you can get it out and sew me up, and if you can’t, just tell me and… just clean me up so Lucy doesn’t… I don’t want her to see the mess. When you tell them.”

“What about a hos–”

“Hospital’s too far away and you know it, and how are we going to explain the gunshot wound. And oh, that’s right, I’m a terrorist.”

“Garcia–”

“Wyatt just do it. Or sit here quietly and let me die in peace, Jesus.”

“You’re not dying!” Wyatt snapped. He grabbed the supplies, tried to remember everything from the battlefield, tried to keep his hands from shaking. “I’m not fucking letting you. Stubborn, selfish bastard…”

“I’m the selfish one?”

“Yeah, idiot, can’t even see–I don’t hate you. Asshole.” Wyatt parted the torn skin and sterilized the tweezers, then started to work. “Kind of the opposite, actually, not that you’ve bothered to notice.”

Flynn was very, very still and very, very silent, although that might also have been because Wyatt was digging around in his intestines. “…I see,” he said after a long silence.

“Just hold still, then Lucy can fuss over you and you can go back to making googly eyes at her.”

“You’re one to talk.”

There it was, there it was. Jesus fucking H. Christ. Please no shattered bones please no shattered bones please…

Wyatt dropped the bullet to the side and started the terrifying process of sewing up all of Flynn’s various parts. “You’re gonna live,” he said gruffly, his voice thick. “Um, I’m a universal donor, so I can hook us up, replace whatever blood you lost. Nobody has to know.” Nobody has to know you almost bled out under my hands.

“Lucy will kill you if she knows you helped me hide this.”

“Probably. She’s ready to kill me anyway.” Wyatt dropped the supplies to the side and wiped at his forehead. At least he hadn’t had to do this in Iraq this time, no sand and shit to get in the wound and make it worse. “You should stay in bed for a couple days.”

“Thanks, Doc.”

Wyatt nodded, not daring to meet Flynn’s gaze, cleaning off his hands. Out damn’d spot and all that. “I’ll–”

Flynn reached up, his fingertips trailing down the side of Wyatt’s face, his hand cupping Wyatt’s cheek. “Hey.”

Fuck. Fuck he was not going to start crying, he wasn’t, he wasn’t–

He looked at Flynn, and dammit a few tears slipped free. At least Flynn wouldn’t tell on him. “Gonna need some company. It’ll be boring lying here all by myself.”

Wyatt snorted, unsure if this was a kind rejection or an offer of friendship or both or something in between. Flynn’s thumb brushed away a couple of tears. “C’mere.”

He tugged at him, and Wyatt leaned in, following because that was what he did but unsure as to why, until he was only an inch away from Flynn and thought oh, and then Flynn was kissing him, incredibly soft, but sure and steady.

“I kind of opposite of hate you too,” Flynn informed him with an amused uptick at the corner of his mouth.

Wyatt exhaled shakily, resting their foreheads together. He had an insane amount of questions, about them, about Lucy, about all of it, but adrenaline and fear were being replaced with exhaustion, and Flynn looked about ready to pass out.

So he just let Flynn guide him into lying at his side–the uninjured one–and rested his head on Flynn’s shoulder, their hands tangling together on Flynn’s chest.

And they rested.

#mads answers things #mads writes stuff #flogan #timeless #flogan fanfic #timeless fanfic #extasiswings #yes I answered both #because I'm weak #vague background garcyatt

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RTE Radio 2 Ireland - BP Fallon interview with George Harrison (18 Oct. 1987)

Photo by: Brian Roylance, Genesis Publications

This is an interview I’ve edited and uploaded to youtube because it’s quite long, and it was in two parts, so I’ve combined them together. You’ll notice at about 14:52 there’s a slight jump in the conversation which is where the second part begins.

I really love this interview. It’s one of - if not my favourite interview he ever did. I strongly suggest you give it a listen. Similarly to the Swedish Fan Club Tape, George is extremely calm and open, and Irish DJ BP Fallon asks refreshing questions. BP Fallon has himself had an interesting life, and at one point worked at Apple for Derek Taylor (You can also see him miming the bass in the Instant Karma Top of the Pops video). I’m guessing this related to why George felt relaxed. I hope you enjoy it.

Below I’ve included the written version of this interview by BP Fallon for The Sunday Tribune. It has some information not available in the audio (not sure if it simply wasn’t recorded, or if there’s another version which includes the full conversation):

"Sometimes it feels like another world, another life, some previous incarnation," George Harrison says. "I view it a bit through a haze but, y'know, people don't ever stop talking about it so it's hard to got too much distance between myself and The Beatles."

George Harrison doesn't mind that, not anymore. "I used to," he admits. "I used to not like it at all. I wanted to be free of it. Now I've learned to live with it. And also, don't forget, there was a period when The Beatles split up and there were all kind of court cases and bad vibes and stuff and that left a bad taste in the mouth for a while but after the years it's all cleared up, everybody's friends again."

He's sitting in a little office in the house owned by his company Handmade Films, just off Cadogan Square in Knightsbridge in London, a few streets behind Harrods. Fourty-four-years old this man is, he has a bit of a beard and his shortish hair is swept back and there are new lines on his face. He drinks coffee and smokes ciggies and when you sit talking to the geezer you can't help but feel warmth for him.

As one of John, Paul, George And Ringo, The Fab Four, as a member of the most popular, the most inventive, the most influential rock group of all time, he has gone through one of the strangest trips ever. They were Gods once, The Beatles. And sitting here now, George Harrison comes across as a normal bloke.

He was born in Liverpool, the fourth child of Harold and Louse Harrison. George's father was a bus driver - before that, he had been a ship's steward on the White Star Line for ten years and from one of his travels in America had returned with an old wind-up gramophone and records by bluesman and yodeller Jimmie Rodgers and country singer Hank Williams. Young George was smitten. He listened to skiffle, people like Lonnie Donegan and songs about the Rock Island Line. And then he heard Elvis Presley singing Hearbreak Hotel. "It came out of somebody's radio," George Harrison says, gazing out the window at the autumn light fading behind the trees, "and it lodged itself in the back of my head. It's been there ever since."

At the age of 13, for £3, he bought his first guitar. Two years later, Paul McCartney introduced George to his friend John Lennon (George - "this snotty-nosed kid" as Lennon recalled). George joined John and Paul in their skiffle group The Quarreymen. In 1962, when George was 19, John, Paul, George and their new drummer Ringo Starr made their first record together. It was a fresh-sounding bluesey pop record called Love Me Do and they now called themselves The Beatles.

They changed the world, these four Scouse moptops making new noises and singing about wanting to hold your hand and about walruses and about revolution and all you need is love.

And for eight years The Beatles were bigger than Jesus.

For a while, The Beatles - at very least by example - endorsed smoking dope and taking LSD. John, Paul and George were each busted at least once for breaking the cannabis laws. "A lot of the stuff that happened..." - and then George brings himself up to the present tense - that happens, it's just like when Prohibition was on. If they make a big deal about stuff it becomes bigger than it actually is. In moderation... you have to have moderation in everything. The worst drug of all is alcohol... it actually kills more people then heroin." He says he was fortunate as a kid to see a film about the trumpet player Chet Baker, about Baker's heroin addiction, "and that and maybe something else made me aware that this thing was just too much.

"Of course, the other things, the psychedelic drugs, are much different because they don't put your body in a stupour, they sort of..." and now he's laughing... "they sort of catapult you out into the universe. It's a totally different perspective." Then his voice is serious again. "These things obviously can be very dangerous too. I'd hate to have some right now because I don't think I could handle it. It just gives you too many things to think about all at once."

Love and peace went out the bathroom window when The Beatles split in 1970, with Paul McCartney publicly announcing he had left. George says he realised The Beatles weren't shaking a couple of years before that. "Everyone was just getting all uptight with each other. The new wives were coming in and, y'know, living under the piano and there was no privacy anymore for us as far as the group was concerned in what was normally the only privacy we ever had, the four of us when we got into a studio. And we'd just grown away from each other. One time or another every one of us left that group before we finally stopped."

George left during the making of what would be Let It Be. Ringo left another time "and went on holiday, and John was always wanting to leave and Paul too. You know, it was too much pressure and we'd been through those years. It was just too much.”

He emphasises that the remaining three Beatles are good pals, now. "Paul and I went through a shaky period but we're okay, now. All the old aggravations have passed a long time ago. There's no reason not to be friends."

By 1971 George Harrison was the most successful solo Beatle, with his triple album All Things Must Pass and the enormous hit My Sweet Lord. Four years later his single Ding Dong Ding Dong - a record even worse than McCartney's Mary Had A Little Lamb - was the first release by a solo Beatle to fail to enter the charts. Several years later a court ordered him to pay £260,000 damages for plagiarising the Chiffons' song he's So Fine with My Sweet Lord. That Harrison had modeled My Sweet Lord on another song, the gospel Oh Happy Day by the Edwin Hawkins Singers, was bad enough. That he had to pay the money to his former manager Allen Klein - "a looney who didn't take care of business" George describes him now- because Klein had scooped up the publishing of He's So Fine... that rubbed salt into the wound.

His career and also his marriage to his first wife Patti Boyd were in pieces. Patti had gone to live with George's close pal Eric Clapton, who had written Layla about his best friend's wife. George started drinking heavily, contracting a serious liver complaint that his friends feared might be the end of him.

George's chum Eric Idle had found it impossible to raise the necessary finance to make the Monty Python film Life Of Brian, so George chipped in with half the required money, £2,250,000. It turned out to be one of the best investments George had ever made, reaping a profit of more than £30,000,000. Since then, Harrison and his film company Handmade Films have scored with another Monty Python film The Meaning Of Life - banned in Ireland - and delivered films like Time Bandits and Mona Lisa as well as Shanghai Express, a disaster for its stars Sean Penn and Madonna and its producer Harrison. But what the heck. George isn't short of a few shekels.

In 1978, George married Olivia Trinidad Arias, a 27-year-old who had been born in Mexico and had been working as a secretary in A&M Records in Los Angeles. George's health had been desperate. He was fading away. Olivia contacted the Chinese acupuncturist Dr. Zion Yu and within weeks of treatment George had regained his energy and his spirit.

They have a nine-year-old son named Dhani - the Indian for wealthy - and the other day he asked his father to make him up a cassette of Chuck Berry songs. After George appeared at the Prince's Trust concert in London five months ago with Ringo, Eric Clapton and Elton John, Dhani came backstage. George had sung his own Beatle compositions While My Guitar Gently Weeps and Here Comes The Sun. "I asked him 'What did you think?' and he said 'Uh, you were alright Dad, but why didn't you do Chuck Berry songs like Roll Over Beethoven and Johnny Be Good and Rock'n'Roll Music?'"

He has a new LP out any day now, his first in five years. It's called Cloud Nine. "Have you heard the album?" he asks solicitously. "No? I'll see if someone's got a copy." George Harrison wanders off, and returns with a young woman who says "It's a bootleg I taped from the CD." George flips the cassette into the music system and spins it through, looking for a specific track. "I think you might like this one," he says in his dry Liverpudlian drawl, settling himself into another chair as he watches for reactions.

Ringo's drums with cellos straight from Lennon's I Am The Walrus lead into George singing with fondness for former Beatle times. It's a track that could fit on a Beatle record and it's called When We Was Fab. "Fab... but it's all over now baby blue" George sings, and at the end there's sitar sounds like George cosmicing out on Sgt. Pepper. It's... well, fab.

When John Lennon was murdered in 1980, George Harrison didn't suddenly lock himself away from the world in his Gothic mansion. Near the riverside town of Henley-On-Thames, this bizarre 70-roomed palace called Friar Park was remodeled a century ago by the eccentric Sir Frankie Crisp and is set in 33 acres of parkland with three lakes with secret stepping stones so one can appear to walk on water, underground caves linked by a river and a reproduction of the Alps that includes a perfect 100 foot high replica of the Matterhorn. George was already in hiding.

"I was already trying to hold onto some sort of privacy. I think everyone needs to have a bit of space, y'know. I mean, if you were just being mobbed and on the TV and that all your life you just turn into a loony, and long before John got shot I was already just digging in the garden, planting trees and just trying not to go on television, just having a bit of peace.

"But what it did, it affected me probably like anyone who loved John and who grew up with him and his music. And it was a very sad thing and, um, it didn't make me feel..." Harrison's voice trails off, and for a moment his eyes look away and he's lost in private thoughts. He looks back. " It made me wonder about ever gettin' into situations where there's fans, although at the time you can't blame fans for that. There's one loony in every crowd, I suppose. But I go on living normally. I don't panic unnecessarily."

There was talk that for Live Aid Paul, George, Ringo and Julian Lennon might let it Beatle together, but George dismisses any idea of reunions. "I don't think we'll play together. The Beatles certainly can't play again and I think it's best left as it is, y'know."

Long before Live Aid, George Harrison's Concerts For Bangladesh raised £45,000,000 for the starving. He didn't appear at Live Aid but says if he'd known more about it "maybe I would have done it but they did alright without me." George talks at length about the planet, his concerns about destruction. Last year he participated in an anti-nuclear rally in Trafalgar Square, and he's a member of the ecological organisation Greenpeace. "I love those people because they go out and actually do it. I mean, if it wasn't me that's the kind of thing I'd like to be, out there on a ship getting harpooned by Russians and Japanese."

At the turn of the Seventies, George became a benefactor to the Hare Krishna movement. He not only made records with them and talked about them publicly but also forked out a quarter of a million pounds to buy them a 15-room Elizabethan mansion with 17 acres of land.

Since then, George's friend His Divine Grace Guru Bhaktivechanta Swami, the leader and founder of the International Society For Krishna Consciousness, who was 77 when they met, has died. George feels that some of the remaining Krishnas have at times abused his patronage, and he cites letters from people who wrote saying that they were hassled at airports by devotees using Harrison's name.

Nevertheless, he still subscribes to "the Swami's ancient Vedic way of having God consciousness. The technique of chanting, just like the monks and Christians, they do it too really but it's just using beads and chanting these ancient mantras... they do have great affect. I wouldn't knock them at all. I am always a bit dubious about organisations and since the swami died it does seem to be chaotic, with all kinds of guys thinking they're the gurus. To me, it's not important to be a guru, it's more important just to be, to learn humility." And George still chants. "I've still got my bag of beads and they're really groovy now, all polished up."

Is he a happy chap? "Yeah, I'm okay. Sometimes I get depressed. It's a constant battle, isn't it? You have to consciously make an effort to be happy and considering everything, I've come along quite nicely. There's always room for improvement but, um, I have a laugh and I feel quite good about things." He believes in reincarnation. "The only reason we're actually in these bodies is to learn and develop love of God and liberate our souls from this round and round, the Memphis Blues." He reckons he'll come back again. "Well," he says laughing, "by the look of things I'll probably have to... but I'd like to give it a pass one of these incarnations!"

And, George Harrison, what would you like to be remembered for?

He pauses. "I don't know... I don't know." And then he smiles and looks you directly in the eyes and you see the face of a man still searching, still looking to extend his gentle vision for all time. He'd like to be remembered, he finally says, "just as somebody who's not bad, not that bad”...

"That'll do, yeah."

Fair play to you, George.

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anntar-radix · 5 years

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Chapter 1 (cause I’m bad at naming conventions)

“You complete and utter jackass”

“Yea, I know, I know.”

It doesn’t help that a 15.7 gigawatt arc of electric energy moving towards us at an increasing rate.

I really need to stop attracting attention from these assholes. Oh well.

“… hope this works…”

Engage defensive protocols.

Engaged.

Caster plates in position.

WARNING : SUPPLIER ARMS IN COMPROMISED STATE.

Great. Just great. The one time I can’t fix them.

“You sure this will work?!”

“Probably.”

“WHAT DO YO-”

Cast Nullify(type : Electric)

Supplying myst to caster plates.

Casting.

The plates started to dissipate the myst. Not even a tenth of a second later, the arc hit the electrical barrier that I cast up.

I smirked “Make that a yes.”

“Not. Funny. You jackass.”

“Oh get a new insulting name would ya?”

The barrier started to strain. That can’t be good.

“Once you make sure that wall of yours won’t fail on us.”

“Fair ‘nough.”

Return MystReservoir

5020326

Return MystConsumptionRate

-53.6

Not bad for a few gigawatts hitting this.

Override Nullify.Usage(100)

Overriding.

The bluish barrier solidified.

“That should hold.”

Quidel glared at me.

“What do you mean ‘should’?!”

“Oh, lay off it. You know I never deal in definitives.”

He just pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

“You jackass.”

“I know. That’s the third time you called me that in the past thirty seconds.”

And for good reason on his part. I keep dragging him into this shit that I find myself in. And yes, I know that I’m a bad friend. I’ve heard that comment too many damn times. Half of them from Quidel. Yet here he is.

“Do you know the quickest way to the top?” I asked, mainly cause the last time I tried to lead us anywhere, we ended up halfway across the continental U.P.. That was an interesting ride home to say the least.

“I’m trying to get my bearings, but it’s quite hard when you have several billion watts being thrown at your head.”

“Welp. Could ya hurry up?”

“Not helping, jackass.”

“Four times now.”

“Still not helping.” Quidel sprinted towards the rocky wall behind us. One dull thud later, the wall fell to reveal a small, steep tunnel going up towards the surface.

“Going up?” he said with a smirk on his face.

“About time”

And we both took a mad dash up the tunnel.

“You going to disable that barrier?”

“Let it run for a few minutes. It’ll slow ‘em down.”

“I’d still love to know why the hell they’re after you.”

“Do you want that in a list form or an MLA format essay?”

“When can I get that essay?”

“How good is your internet speed?”

He shook his head. “Really?”

“You think I’m joking.”

“And you wonder why I worry whenever you attempt to do anything.”

“First of all-”

“Don’t even start that spiel and look ahead.”

Light. That’s a good sign. Or a very bad sign.

The tunnel let out to a grassy field. Another good sign.

And then I saw ten humanoid figures marching towards us. Okay.

With weapons. Less okay

Pointed straight at us. Well shit.

-----

Well now that I got your damned attention, hello, bonjour, hola, guten tag, jambo, any number of other greetings.

If you found this, I probably destroyed the world at some point in the past. Probably. I make no guarantees or promises as you could recall. This transcript was made in an attempt to preserve some amount of the history of this place. Earth, the rock orbiting the star we call Sol, the stone we call home, was in quite the strange situation. You see, this planet, inhabited with all sorts of wildlife and the such, had a sentient type of animal called Humans that discovered – or rediscovered, one of several times, if you want to get into semantics – magic. Magic lead them to great things. Great things that improved life as a whole, or destroyed it all the same. Depended if the human was an asshole or not. Oh, and just to clarify, I’m one of these. I guess I just called myself an asshole, but, to be fair, I probably deserve all of the horrible names you could throw at me. Though the name that most called me by is Amadeus, meaning “love of god” – yes, I know its translation is ironic to what I probably did to the world.

-----

“Deus, what shit-pile did you drag me into?” It sounded surprisingly calm and low-voiced.

“All of them, knowing this damned organization.”

“I still would enjoy knowing what the damned organization is called.”

50 meters away currently.

“Ask ‘em then.” I said, pointing towards the merry band coming at us. Their weapons aren’t drawn at least. Maybe I could’ve had them wear ugly Christmas sweaters, then they could’ve be considered merrier.

“Something tells me they aren’t very sociable.”

“You have a better idea then smashing them to base elements?”

“Redirecting that pestering tank’s firepower.”

“I doubt we’d be able to trick them with that.”

A sharp crack of gunfire hit my ears and a sharp pain erupted from my leg. Well at least I know they have some people with good aim.

Pain Siphon Activated.

Still hurts like hell. Upgrade from bloody hell, but nonetheless.

“You good?”

“What do you think?!” My voice basically dripping with venom. I hate when Quidel starts this crap.

He just smirked “Well then it’s time for some fun.”

And just as quick as the smirk appeared, a blade, about 15 centimeters in length, came into his right hand. He raised the blade with a deathly glint in his eye.

“Step any closer and you’ll all be dead before the foot hits the grass.” His voice echoed around the field.

And of course a single soldier decided to take him up on his offer. Quidel’s blade sliced over his own arm quicker than the blink of an eye. The bodies that remained dropped to the ground with a nice thud.

“Did you really have to do that? You could’ve tried to talk to them.”

“Talking doesn’t require weapons and I also gave them a warning that they just straight up ignored!”

Before I could protest, he put a finger over my lips.

“No. You know that line is a straight up lie you like to tell yourself.” We both heard a gunshot in the distance. “Come on,” he said lifting me up “let’s get you home before you complain more about me killing people.”

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Ah, Quidel. My one longest lasting friend. I still don’t know how we came to be in the same group of friends, but life seems to baffle me in every single aspect of it. Including the fact that it needs to end. I suppose I should tell you what I know about him, though I think he does a better job at explaining himself. If not, I’ll try to tell you about it.

-----

Well… It isn’t home but at least he tried to get me in someplace that isn’t on an unending cycle of attempts on my life. The poor girl at the desk must have been terrified when she saw two random idiots walk in, one of which has a bullet in the leg, the other with a slice across the arm. As Quidel walked towards the rooms, I gave her a bit of a tip for the inconvenience of dealing with Quidel. And to a lesser extent, me and my bloodied leg. Hopefully the bleeding will stop before I have to sleep.

*****

“Son of a -”

A spark cut me off. It seems the universe is having fun cutting me off from talking today.

What sparked this time.

“Oh… great. Just great.”

That’s going to be at least a couple hundred to repair.

“What broke this time?” Quidel asked while watching the TV. Something along the lines of a house-building show by the looks of it.

“The bloody supplier arms.” With a side of incoherent muttering.

“Aren’t they made of some custom forged osmium-iridium alloy that you bragged about?”

“It’s a carbon-titanium alloy and because it’s a custom blend, it’s gonna cost a ton to repair. And it just fucking shattered.”

He glanced over. “Doesn’t look shattered to me.”

“The joint is, asshole.”

“How much?”

I took one of my several magnifiers to get a closer look at the damage.

Cracks everywhere along the spherical joint. Structural damage to the internal supply system. Large chunk of the joint is flat out missing.

“5, maybe 6 hundred.”

Quidel nearly choked on his cup of coffee. “Holy fuck. Do they want your liver to go with that?”

“Knowing my suppliers, they’d rather have more cash.”

“Don’t you think you could use something else less pricey? It seems like a chance to get a new and improved material out there.”

“As tempting as that sounds, I’d rather have my gauntlet made from my current alloy.”

“Still. You don’t have unlimited funds”

“I know, but you aren’t the one footing the bill. I know how to be thrifty, you know!”

“If only you would be willing to protect yourself then you wouldn’t have to repair the gauntlet as often.”

“I am.” I grumbled

“You really aren’t. You try to be but your refusal to let any blood be on your hands is preventing it.”

I glared at him and he just glared straight back. I knew he was right. The fact I refused to allow anyone to die at my hands was a hindrance to any attempt at self-defense I made. I just can’t bring myself to kill someone. To take someone’s life, it’s just… not mine to take.

“Says the one with a healing focus.” I finally managed to speak up.

“And I’ve taken my Hippocratic Oath and lived by it.”

“Then why do you kill the innocent?!”

“Those people aren’t innocent!”

“How would you know?!”

He just got up and huffed out the room, slamming the door behind him.

The silence in the air just reminded me of how different we could be. Me, the pacifist. Him, the military supportive healer. Both valid stances on the topic. One day, one of us will be proven wrong. But today was not that day.

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ctrl-alt-cait · 6 years

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I’m Fat, and People Need To Get Over It.

When you deal with the medical system regularly (and when you deal with the general public, people at your gym, people at your school, your friends, your family, your neighbors, etc…) you probably know what an emphasis everyone puts on weight.

You get measured for BMI in public school PE, your doctor probably has it on your chart, and if you’re over (or under) a specific number, you’re going to hear about it. A lot. And there are a TON of reasons why the BMI chart is not scientifically sound in the first place: a few, summarized, you can read here. There are a lot of issues with basing health off of weight, and “ideal weight” off of health. Systems like this often ignore the amount of muscle, bone, water, and fat that your average human has, for example. And then, beyond that, even when you do body mass composition scans (which are way more helpful for health predictors), these numbers fail to take into account quite a few things which have bearing on your weight.

Sure, it’s easy to tell me that there are a string of numbers which should determine my body fat percentage. It ranges anywhere from 10-12% for essential fat to live, up to 31% as the borderline for acceptable edging on overweight. 32% plus is considered overweight. And this number can be helpful to me, because now I know that my body fat percentage is about 35%, at the lower end of overweight. And that tells me, in a truly scientific manner, what my chubby looking body is made up of. It still doesn’t take into consideration a lot of things we should look at when treating a patient: economic status, ethnic background, regional background, genetics, family history, mental illnesses, physical illnesses, comorbidity, or previous healthcare. You can hypothesize about why I’m fat all day long, why anyone is fat or underweight, why any of us are measured by this metric at all- it’s theoretical, and it’s interesting, until it’s you, and then suddenly it isn’t very fun anymore.

I have been, since I was 11 and hit menarche, overweight. It has fluctuated a bit over the years, as I’ve struggled with various health issues, and realized that I have at least three different competing illnesses that mess with your endocrine system and metabolism. And yet, I was a sports playing child. My parents emphasized eating your veggies, and limiting sweets. I go to the gym 3-4 times a week, now, and eat a pretty low carb, fiber and protein full diet. I cut out foods that I have gastrointestinal sensitivity to. I have my medical issues closely monitored, and my chronic pain is followed carefully. My heart passes all the tests I’ve had done on it. My liver is fine. My blood tests are well within average. My lungs are pretty meh, but that’s linked to chronic bronchitis. I can do 45 minutes of cardio and get that pulse rolling up at “weight loss levels” every time I visit the gym. I have tried super restrictive keto diets, anti-inflammatory diets, low fat diets, low carb diets, food tracking, visiting registered dieticians, taking nutritional classes myself, super calorie counting diets, etc.

But I’m still fat.

And I run into the roadblock of weight every time I see a doctor.

It has taken years for me to understand the true consequence of dealing with weight in the medical field. It’s simply true that overweight patients get worse care. Weight can be a huge issue in the social world. Obesity stigma has wide ranging public health implications. Being overweight makes you predisposed to eating disorders: being underweight does too. We are obsessed with physical appearance, and we ignore mental health quite handily, setting us up for a crisis of health, both mental and physical. I have had doctors I was seeing for entirely different issues, unrelated at all to weight, tell me that my problems would melt away if I would just lose weight. Some of the greatest hits:

The doctor who told me, in highschool, that I should just walk “for four hours a day after school” to force my body to lose weight.

The psychiatrist who told me that my mental health would improve when I graduated high school because “boys will stop being ashamed to admit they like fat girls, and you will finally get some attention, which will improve your self esteem.”

The doctor who, I found out recently, told my parents that gastric bypass would fix all of my problems, while I was in an urgent care clinic for completely un-weight-related complications.

The doctors who told me that my neurological symptoms were caused by weight, and not the permanent damage I had in my shoulder, or the other health conditions I had, and then accused me of lying about my diet.

And, of course, the psychiatrist who told me that it was okay to have an eating disorder for “a while, as long as you lose weight while doing it” when I expressed that being on a super-restrictive diet was giving me horrible physical side effects and what I feared may be long lasting mental ones too.

I have been recommended unsafe supplements, medications, diets, workout regimens, therapies, and lifestyle change plans to lose weight, all under the guise of helping me. Doctor after doctor has returned my truthfully filled out forms about my exercise and diet with doubt, and labeled me untruthful. Because to them, it is impossible- how can someone live healthily and still be overweight? People ignore the complications of healthcare in bodies that don’t fit a particular mold- take my friend who’s lost her appetite and a clinically significant amount of weight without meaning to, and can’t get a doctor to take her symptoms seriously, because isn’t that what women want? To be thinner? Or, for example, the doctor who was recently in the news for ignoring the symptoms of cancer in an obese woman so long that it metastasized and killed her. Our culture disregards the fact that simply because we know some health complications can come from being overweight doesn’t mean we need to stop looking for a definite conclusion. People of all weights need to be tested, and diagnosed accurately, because assuming all health issues stem from being over or underweight in anyone who doesn’t fit the flawed BMI chart is a public health risk we should not be taking. Perhaps part of the issue is that people of lower incomes and certain ethnic groups are more likely to be outside the range of accepted BMIs, and so they don’t have the recourse to demand the kind of testing the wealthy can. Perhaps part of the issue is that, when it comes down to it, doctors are only human, and humans have an inextricable bias to them that is heavily influenced by their culture.

This bias kills people of non-white ethnic groups, marginalized religions, different body types, non-straight sexualities, and gender-nonconforming people all the time. We have to realize, at some point, that doctors can be, and frequently are, wrong. That doesn’t mean you need to give up on allopathic medicine, and live in the woods with your essential oils to cure everything. But it does mean that we have to consider that maybe some people aren’t getting the best care, the care they deserve, because they are fat. There is a link, in certain cases, between being overweight and heightened risk factors for comorbid diseases. You are more likely to have sleep apnea, gout, osteoarthritis, cardiovascular issues, and gallbladder problems. This has, so far, been pretty well linked. But what drives me nuts about the concern-trolling comments on pictures online of overweight women, on articles about loving your body, on research about health, and in person from doctors and everyone else under the sun: that doesn’t mean we don’t deserve to be heard, to be cared for, and to be thoroughly diagnosed. Fatness does not come first.

An example of fatness coming first when, for patient quality of life, it should not, would be certain styles of pain management. This is a field of study that I’m very familiar with and have also been a patient in many times. If I go into my doctor and complain of a full body pain that fatigues me, and makes my life difficult and miserable, I would expect to be treated for the pain. I would expect a pain medication to be prescribed, and tests to be done. Which, side note: I wasn’t asking for opiates. I was asking for a longer term anti inflammatory type of pain relief medication that would hopefully also lower system irritation. But, in my personal case, as a fat woman, I was denied pain medication, told to lose weight, and referred to another doctor.

What do I do in the interim? Suffer in pain, because weight loss is not exactly a quick and easy option, especially after all the things I’d already tried? Be miserable, because a doctor didn’t believe me that I’d put in years of good faith effort to be healthy, and passed almost all the other metrics for it? That’s exactly what I did. I suffered in pain, because no one I saw would give me a prescription other than “weight loss”, and I waited patiently for three months to see the other doctor. When I got to the other doctor, she grilled me about my lifestyle habits, accused me of “not wanting to be better”, told me she wouldn’t prescribe pain medication, and only decided to do a physical examination because I literally described my symptoms in textbook detail. She did what could have only been a 3 minute evaluation of my pain symptoms, pronounced that I was correct about my own damn body and did have fibromyalgia, and then reiterated that she wouldn’t prescribe pain medication until I lost some weight.

So we have multiple doctors in this practice network, now, that know full well I have a debilitating pain condition, who will not prescribe me as needed pain medication because I’m too fat.

Well, unfortunately for them, and me, I didn’t lose weight. I couldn’t lose weight. There was absolutely no healthy, no fad or yo-yo diet way for me to lose weight at this point. There still probably isn’t- I take several supplements that can support weight management, but aren’t contraindicated with my other medications. I live my healthy lifestyle. I am still in pain.

I am still fat.

I will always agree that finding the cause of pain, or discomfort, or disease is necessary to a patient for them to live a good quality life. We shouldn’t be out here blindly medicating people. But we also shouldn’t allow people to suffer while standing on a perceived moral high ground, dangling the carrot of relief over them as though somehow, when they jump through a high enough hoop, we will be able to say, “see? It was your fatness all along.” and the problem will be gone. Even in the face of plain diagnostic results, fatness becomes a quicksand to medical intervention. In part, I imagine it has to do with that aforementioned moral high ground. We have come to view weight as a moral marker, beyond even our cultural obsession with looks. There are “bad” foods and “good” foods- no in between, no moderation, no internal discussion about the harmfully dichotomous nature of declaring fatness a moral failing and thinness an idealized dream. We look down upon “fat slobs” and mock them in our comedies, our dramas, our romantic movies. A fat woman is not desirable, and a fat man is a travesty. Conversely, we will also mock thinness when it goes outside of the accepted range- women with “pancake” chests and men with “noodle” arms. This cultural bias is popular, it’s deeply held, and it is dangerously intertwined with the doctoral hands that hold our lives, our health, and our happiness. Even among overweight people, I’m still nowhere near as stigmatized as people a few sizes bigger than I am, and that breaks my heart.

The biggest thing nagging at my mind through all of this, as I talk about all the ways in which I’ve tried my best to fit into the medical idea of what “healthy” is, is that people deserve care regardless of whether or not they are willing to, or are trying to lose weight. People deserve care, love, acceptance no matter whether they are unhappy with their weight or not. Beyond even the issue of how I have been pressured to make many lifestyle changes, most of which I’m happy with, is the issue of people who should not have to conform to any standard but happiness to get a good quality of life. There are only so many plates you can juggle in your life, and I would never begrudge someone spending the hours of daylight I spend on fitting into an allopathic definition of “trying to be healthy” on something more enjoyable and fulfilling for them.

I could philosophize more about being fat, and the many issues we face in this culture: about the lack of affordable and comfortable clothing, the stigma of working out at the gym, the mockery, the bullying, the laughter, the jokes, the culture of abuse that has led me to psychological issue after psychological issue, the body dysmorphia I struggle with, and the healthcare battle ahead. After all that, though, I will still. Be. Fat.

So I would like to cordially invite all of my doctors, and everyone who has had the passing thought, or the gall to mention it to my face, all of the people in the society I have to coexist with, to get over it. Get over my weight. Get over the hump of grilling me on my daily habits, and tsking like some overblown moral judge when I decide I want to eat a cupcake. Get over your reluctance to take me seriously when I come in with a genuine medical issue. Get over your inability to prescribe me medications that would let me live my life happily. Get over the euphemisms for being overweight, and the skirting around your own implicit bias towards fat people. Get over “heavier girls” and “curvy girls” and “husky men”. Get over all the terrible connotations you have towards the word fat, and the immediate need to correct me like you’re doing me a favor when I say that I am, in fact, fat. I get that you want to be kind. But when you treat the reality of my existence like an insult, it can feel kind of shitty.

It’s not an insult. It’s not a psychological disease. It’s not the body dysmorphia talking.

I am just, plain and simple, a fat woman. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. There are so many things to love about my body- it is functional in so many ways. It carries me to school and back. It enables me to learn amazing things, and experience wonderful days. My body can take me through the forest, my legs can get me to the top of a hill. And if yours can’t? That’s just fine too. Body positivity gets a lot of flack for “normalizing and romanticizing unhealthy behaviors”. But hardly anyone (save a few outliers that the world wide powers of the internet will enable you to find) sees the body positivity movement and decides to become unhealthy because of it, not to mention the fact that average sized people rarely receive that kind of feedback for other “unhealthy” behaviors. It is not a bad thing for us to love ourselves, whether we are disabled, or fat, or outside the cultural beauty norms for any other reason. When I look in the mirror, I struggle with my appearance because other people have told me to for so long that it feels like it’s stuck in my very bones. Would it be such a bad thing for me to not feel that way? Would it be bad for children to grow up loving their bodies for being such miraculous things, without struggling to access fair healthcare, job opportunities, and peer groups?

I’m fat, and I’m happy. It’s time for the world to stop worshipping the God of Outward Appearances, and leave my personal healthcare business alone.

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Roleplay Server Log #337

"Organ Harvest, Yster and Locklear, Flux in Love”

[Locklear] Had returned to Yster's apartment and was a little concerned at not finding her there until he recalled that she was familiar with digital entities. Deciding to wait for her return from wherever they had taken her he sits in one of her chairs and pulls out a book and pen from his jacket to pass the time with-

-There's a hush and the shadows seem to deepen, the already dark walls leaning inward like existence itself bowing to a superior force.

[Azrael] is suddenly there, filling the small space. He opens a wing, sweeping part of his voluminous cloak away to release Yster-

[Yster] Blinks- THAT WAS SO COOL. THANK YOU! ... SIR!

[Azrael] Tiniest bit of a smile- YOU ARE WELCOME.

[Locklear] - Well that's not something seen everyday...

[Azrael] AH, ANOTHER OF THE DOCTORS...

[Yster] Locklear! I'm sorry, were you waiting for me?

[Locklear] - Not long, it took me a bit longer than usual to find a location for the... Surgery

[Yster] ...Surgery?

[Azrael] Eyebrow ridge at Locklear. - MORE WORK FOR ME I ASSUME.

[Locklear] - I'm afraid we haven't met

[Azrael] NONETHELESS, YOU ARE WELL ENOUGH KNOWN TO ME.

[Yster] Urgent whisper- He's the angel of Death, duh!

[Locklear] - I see- The glint of Insanity is increasing in his eyes

[Azrael] THE KEEPER OF INSANITIES PLAYTHINGS IS ALSO WELL KNOWN TO ME.

[Yster] Is unsettled by Locklear's look-

[Locklear] - I'm assuming you're referring to the Master of the Manor?

[Azrael] THE DEMON OF THE WOODS. SLENDERMAN. YES.

[Locklear] - How interesting

[Azrael] His pinprick eyes flick to Yster - HAVE YOU SOME INTEREST IN THIS HUMAN?

[Locklear] - None of the murderous sort I assure you

[Azrael] -there's the tiniest ping like someone flicking glass and he consults a shiny object that's appeared in his hand before waving it away again- I CAN SEE THAT...

[Yster] Tries to see but isn't quick enough- I can make some tea..?

[Azrael] IT IS APPRECIATED, BUT I HAVE WORK TO DO. PLAY... GENTLY WITH ONE ANOTHER. - There's a hush and he's just gone -

[Yster] Lets out a huge breath- THAT WAS SO AMAZING.

[Locklear] Laughs a little- You seem excited now, a much better expression than what you had earlier

[Yster] I am! - She gestures at the very pointedly gothy decorations all around the apartment. - That was the best! Better then meeting any famous person alive!

[Locklear] - I'm glad you are in a better mood then

[Yster] I had lunch on a Minecraft server, visited a tropical island and talked to a dead man on a foggy moor. I'm so... just .. wow!

[Locklear] - Would you like to add to your day?

[Yster] What... what did you have in mind?

[Locklear] - A bit of revenge on the man who harmed you this evening

[Yster] I'm listening.

[Locklear] - I was wondering if you'd like to observe a surgery?

[Yster] Maybe...?

[Locklear] Stands and offers Yster a hand- You're welcome to back out at any point

[Yster] Tenatively takes his hand-

[Locklear] Leads her outside. A very nice looking rental car is waiting and Locklear opens the passenger door for her-

[Yster] Gets inside, still wearing Dawn's orange flip flops.

[Locklear] - You'll want to be careful where you step. Unless you wish for me to grab you a different pair of shoes?

[Yster] Umm... I'm okay with these...

[Locklear] - Very well- He shuts her door and gets in the driver side, starting the car and beginning to drive through the city

[Yster] Is a bit uncomfortable and plays with her phone a little-

[Locklear] - Would you prefer the radio be on?

[Yster] No, I'm okay... - there's the faint tic tic tic of a pick hitting stone. She's playing MC pocket edition.

-After several silent moments Locklear pulls up in front of an abandoned factory which is fairly isolated-

[Locklear] - Here we go- He leans over and opens the glove box in front of Yster. He pulls out a surgical mask and his own trademark mark. He hands the surgical one to Yster- So you don't breath in anything you shouldn't

[Yster] Puts it on curiously- I like the plague doctors mask. Very theatrical.

[Locklear] - Thank you- As he pulls it on a few strands of his black hair fall in front and his voice is now slightly distorted when he speaks- Remember, be careful where you step

[Yster] Just follows quietly-

[Locklear] Pushes open one of the old doors in front of the building with a creak. Old and rusted equipment surrounds them and the light is dim except for where it filters in from holes in the roof. Tied down in the center of the building on a table is Yster's assailant-

[Stranger] Is gagged but would obviously be spitting insults if he could-

[Yster] Oh... do creepypastas have some weird way of not getting caught by cops for the things they do?

[Locklear] - You could say that, we do have an increased speed, and we all know how long it usually takes the cops to arrive. If we really get in a bind Slender can always teleport us to the manor. Unlike most of the others though I prefer to choose isolated places like this where I'm less likely to be heard and if you walk into an abandoned place as if you own it? Well, anybody who see's it will not question it

[Yster] And the... evidence?

[Locklear] - Can be found, but doesn't always trace back to us. We do all have our trademarks though

[Yster] She gives the tied up guy a calculating look. - Mind if I do something?

[Locklear] - So long as it doesn't damage his organs? Go right ahead

[Yster] Reels up and elbow drops the guy in the junk as hard as she can-

[Stranger] Gives a pained muffled scream-

[Yster] I hope your balls explode. Disgusting creep.

[Locklear] - Well he won't be alive long enough to find out

[Yster] I kinda figured. I'll just... back off a bit...

[Locklear] From his jacket pulls out a satchel full of surgical tools. He starts by cutting away the mans clothes. His eyes scan the body before him, as if it were already a corpse and not a struggling living human. He begins by placing his scalpel at the man's collar bone and pressing it in before dragging it down the length of his body-

[Yster] Is thumbing her phone nervously-

[Locklear] Continues with a practiced ease, ignoring the squirts of blood which stains his coat as he opens the human before him. He gets the flesh pulled back and away and reaches in, beginning to break the ribs so he can get at the vital organs more easily- Remember, you may leave here at any time Yster

[Yster] Forgets that her game was still on and jumps at the small explosive noise as her avatar gets blown up by a creeper- Aaa!

[Locklear] Pauses and glances at her- Is everything alright?

[Yster] Just... forgot to turn my game off. I got dead...

[Locklear] - I see, would you be so kind as to grab the containers off the table behind me?

[Yster] Uumm okay..? - She takes the containers and creeps a little closer to hand them to him, but makes sure he's between her and the victim so she can't see much-

[Locklear] - Thank you, just put them down next to him, my hands are a little full

[Yster] puts them down and scoots them over before stepping back again-

[Locklear] Begins to pull out organs, starting with the ones the assailant can survive the longest without and listing off places as he places them into the containers-

[Yster] I'm almost afraid to ask...

[Locklear] - For children. The least this man can do is provide hope for another

[Yster] I thought Insanity just drove creepypastas to kill... is it just because you can decide what to do with the remains?

[Locklear] - Partially, but it's also how I started. There was a young girl... I was her doctor and she desperately needed several transplants.

[Yster] I understand. But still... couldn't you just kill him first?

[Locklear] - After what he's done? He doesn't deserve that pity- There's a large spurt of blood and some of it lands on Yster

[Yster] Dammit! But you're making a mess. And letting him scream, even muffled, could attract attention.

[Locklear] - The closest occupied buildings are bordered by busy streets which drown out his noise. The ground around here is covered in broken glass and other things you wouldn't wish to step on at night so nobody will walk near here either- He pulls the liver out and places it in a larger container

[Yster] This is still making me really nervous. You understand I have legal training right? I'm going to have to dispose of my clothing somehow now!

[Locklear] Sighs and stands up straight before taking his bright red jacket off to reveal the crisp white shirt underneath and offering it to her- I can easily have your clothing cleaned of any evidence by either Solace or Trender... Although now that I think about it Trender would probably just make you new clothes entirely

[Yster] I think I need a break... Just some quiet time to think- She takes his coat reflexitvely-

[Locklear] - The car is open

[Yster] Yeah... I think I need to sit down.

[Locklear] - I won't be much longer

[Yster] Wanders outside in a bit of a daze. She glances at the phone, it's still showing her death screen. Wordlessly she closes the window and the phone shows her messages as the top window. Her finger is hovering over the dial button. She slides into the car and feels a lump as she sits. Curiously pulling Locklear's phone out of the pocket. It falls open easily and Cp's number is the last call. She pokes the button decisively.

[CP] Groans mentally before responding- What now Locklear?

[Yster] Very quietly- Cp... it's Yster again. Please don't hang up.

[CP] - What now? Lie and I were just about to go to bed...

[Yster] Locklear is cutting up a victim and I got blood on me and I'm not sure where I am and I need help.

[CP] - For fucks sake, have a little more trust in the doctor will ya? He's not going to let anything happen to you

[Yster] It has nothing to do with him! I'm sitting in a car with evidence of murder on me outside a place where it's actually happening. I'd like to not go to jail thank you.

[CP] - You wont go to jail. Locklear is good at what he does. By the time the cops are even aware that somebody is missing there's little or no evidence the murder even happened

[Yster] Let me put it another way. I know you can drag people in there easily. Grab me and let me crash on your couch for a few hours and I'll play a mean prank on Jeb in return. Deal?

[CP] - And piss Locklear off? I don't think so

[Yster] What are you talking about? I barely know him. If you won't do it, I'll walk home.

[CP] - Yster, inviting a normal human to one of his surgeries isn't normal for him. Treating somebody who isn't a child isn't normal for him, for some reason you've caught his attention and making him worry would be a bad idea. Besides, keeping him around will probably mean that you'll be a lot safer

[Yster] Fine. I'll just call Doc instead.

[CP] - And I'll tell them to leave you there. Trust me on this, you'll be safe

[Yster] Hangs up on him and starts texting-

[Locklear] Has finished up his murder and is bringing the containers out. He opens the trunk of the car where an ice chest is waiting and carefully stores the organs there-

[Yster] Gets out of the car without noticing him and starts walking quickly, she's turned the stained shirt inside out and left his jacket in the car-

[Locklear] Hears her- Where are you going?

[Yster] Breaks into a run and darts around a corner-

[Locklear] Hurries after her knowing she's heading for a dead end- Yster...

[Yster] Holds the phone in front of her and is suddenly dragged into it by a huge purple paw with black claws-

[Locklear] - YSTER!

-The phone clunks on the ground, protected by a rubbery case, and the night is quiet again-

[Locklear] Approaches it and picks it up- Damnit...

-The text on the screen is a message to Doc and their reply-

-Yster- Panicking, please help!

-Doc- Be there in five!

[Locklear] Scowls and goes to retrieve his own phone to call CP-

[Yster] Squeaks in alarm as she's grabbed and falls with a 'fump!' onto the belly of the big yellow dragon-

[Doc] Sorry I took so long! I was taking a shower. We should get inside before the mobs take an interest. - Xe rolls her onto hir back and makes a fast trot for the castles back door- Hop off and run in, I'll follow you.

[Deer] Is in the kitchen making food-

[Yster] Gets bogged down a bit on the sticky mycelium and scoots inside.

[Doc] Shifts and follows her only to be pounced and hugged-

[Yster] Thank you! I thought I was going to just start screaming and never stop.

[Doc] Helps her downstairs- Did Azrael drop you off somewhere weird?

[Yster] No... he took me home. but Locklear was waiting for me. And.. he killed a guy... the one that stabbed me, I mean fuck that creep but still... I think I might be losing my compsure. And OH MY GODS Noodle and Rex!! I don't know how long I've been gone!

[Grinny] Watches them from a corner-

[Doc] Rex and Noodle? Are they your kids or something?

[Yster] Distressed- No! They're a spider and a snake respectively- sniffles.

[Doc] Pats her arm- I know where you live, I'll get them and come right back. Just relax- steps away for a moment-

[Grinny] - Well what do we have here?

[Yster] Startles at the voice- Is someone there?

[Grinny] - Down here human

[Yster] Oh, a kitty. And you talked? Um, I'm Yster.

[Grinny] - Grinny, my, you smell like Locklear...

[Yster] Rubs her arms- I had his coat on for a few minutes.

[Grinny] - Oh now that is special, he never let's anybody else wear his coat...

[Yster] Yeah... special... he seems to be interested in me for some reason.

[Grinny] - I wonder why...

[Doc] Comes back with her pets inside a pair of dungeon spawn cages. The snake could get out, but she seems too sleepy to try. - Hey Grinny.

[Yster] Oh thank you!

[Grinny] - Fuck off

[Doc] Sour as always. It smells like Deerheart is making a snack. You could join us Grinny, if you want.

[Grinny] - And I'd want to do that why?

[Yster] Cats who hang out in kitchens usually get treats. - [She's much calmer with her pets around]-

[Doc] Nods

[Grinny] Huffs and looks away from them, his tail flicking-

[Doc] Gives him a gentle pat and ruffles his ears a little before moving that direction.

[Yster] Please?

[Grinny] Just lays down-

[Yster] Oh... well, your little sweater is fetching. Nice to meet you Grinny. - follows Doc.

[Deer] Is just finishing up a couple of midnight snacks- Oh Yster! You're back already?

[Yster] I was in a bad place and just needed out...

[Deer] - I'm sorry to hear that

[Yster] It's nobodies fault. I shouldn't have gone with him. But I was concerned that saying no would cause bad things to happen as well.

[Doc] That's rather unfair... I'm glad I could help at least.

[Yster] And Cp just acted like I was overreacting. He really pissed me off.

[Deer] - Yes but CP also knows them better than we do

[Yster] He did a vivisection on a live person Deerheart....

[Doc] Little hiss of indrawn breath-

[Deer] - Well, he does still have Insanity...- She is appalled by the idea as well

[Yster] Yeah... - she looks over- Why... why do you have a bed in your kitchen?

[Deer] - Lie

[Doc] It gets used. Anyone hurt usually gets brought to me. The house is full of random beds.

[Yster] Sits down on it and puts the cages on the table.

[Deer] Brings the food out and see's Noodle- What's that?

[Yster] That's my snake, her name is Noodle.

[Rex] Is bigger here, about the size of a hand with splayed fingers- He scuttles over to the side of the cage closest to Deerheart.

[Doc] Aww he's such a tiny spider.

[Deer] - Eliza might like the spider

[Yster] They mean a lot to me. - she offers the spider a finger through the bars and it pats her digit with two legs.

[Deer] - Do you want anything to eat or drink?

[Yster] Maybe a little milk? My stomach is doing sumersaults.

[Doc] Sits down and examines Noodle. - Such pretty little scales.

[Deer] - I'll be right back

[Grinny] Slinks down the stairs-

[Doc] What do they eat?

[Yster] Bugs, mice

[Doc] Well if TLOT's cricket got eaten he'd probably be annoyed, but mice I can give you in spades.

[Deer] Comes back with a bottle of milk-

[Grinny] Slinks behind the kitchen counter-

[Doc] See's Grinny but pretends not too so he won't leave again. - Xe takes a mouse egg out of a trunk and holds it up. - Would one each be okay?

[Yster] I'd say not for Rex, but at this size he'd probably eat it. Go ahead.

[Deer] Sits down and grabs an apple-

[Doc] Taps a mouse in each cage and then watches interestedly-

[Noodle] Eyeballs the mouse but ignores it for now.

[Rex] Pounces the mouse and bites it excitedly, making it pop into a morsel that's quickly scarfed up-

[Yster] Good Rex... -yawns

[Deer] - Do you just want to crash here? You might get woken up by somebody coming in for breakfast, but it's the closest bed

[Yster] If you don't mind. I'm so tired....

[Deer] - Go right ahead, we'll let you get some well deserved sleep

[Flux] Is waiting by the bath for Notch-

[Notch] Gives Stevie a hug as Ever darts into the house, it's already getting dark.

[Stevie] - See you around father

[Notch] I had fun, and I'm proud of you for trying to include your brother.

[Stevie] - That was your idea, not mine

[Notch] Gives him a wry look- Good night Stevie.

[Stevie] - Night

[Notch] Goes inside and stows his tools by the door. He's dusty but elated. - Flux?

[Flux] - Down here

[Notch] Follows the sound down the ladder- You're so nice to come home too.

[Flux] - And you're filthy, come here and wash off, it's nice and warm

[Notch] Pft. I've been working. It's tough bonding two kids with so much bad blood between them. - He kicks off his shoes and works on pulling off his shirt as well.

[Flux] Approaches and kisses him- Would you like company?

[Notch] Please. I have a little bit of news. We found the Honedge. So that's one less thing to fret about.

[Flux] - That's wonderful, that will keep CP calm as well which should be helpful to Lie

[Notch] Kisses her back- I think they'll be okay. I saw how Cp was with Stevie when he was small.

[Flux] - So did I, he'll be a wonderful father, and you an astounding grandfather

[Notch] Blushes- Oh, you mean because of Endrea. Yeah, that was fun. She's awesome and so are her little ones. - He hops out of his pants and nearly falls in the tub-

[Flux] Laughs a little before dispelling her clothing and slipping in next to him- Careful...

[Notch] I'm trying. I think I wore myself out a bit. I should have eaten while I was walking back.

[Flux] Smiles and reaches over the edge of the tub into a trunk and offers Notch an apple-

[Notch] Coming from you, I'm suprised it's not golden my love. - Makes sappy eyes at her and reaches out for it.

[Flux] Teasingly keeps it away to draw Notch closer- Would you like it to be so?

[Notch] Going to flaunt your magick, my mystical lover?

[Flux] - Perhaps- She oscillates the color of the apple between red, yellow, and gold

[Notch] Reaches for her instead - I will accept whatever you choose to give...

[Flux] Lands on the gold and offers it once more-

[Notch] Takes it reverently and eats it- I may need my strength...

[Flux] - For what pray tell?

[Notch] One never knows. - He scoots over closer to her-

[Flux] Leans over and takes a bite of the apple for herself-

[Notch] Steals a kiss on her cheek as she does so-

[Flux] Moves a bit faster to steal a kiss from his lips-

[Notch] Mmm, apples are lovely, but you taste even sweeter.

[Flux] - Then come and taste more

[Notch] Snakes his arms around her and places a kiss on the nape of her neck. His messy hair brushes her chin and it smells of iron, coal and soil.

[Flux] Lifts her hand, cupped with water and runs it through his hair as her other hand came to rest on his waist-

[Notch] Kisses all along her neck and down towards her breasts, threading his fingers in her long hair. He takes a deep breath, - You always smell so divine... like crisp snow on aspens and spruce. Bright and sharp like dawn's first rays over mountains...

[Flux] - You usually smell of the earth

[Notch] Chuckles- I was always a daydreamer, never got out that much, but collected lots of photos of pretty outdoor stuff. Then I dreamed of a wild world without a lot of the things that kept me inside out there. - He holds her tighter, nuzzling into her bosom.

[Flux] Bows her head to kiss his head- If you had not, then I would not exist

[Notch] You are a dream come true. And I want to show you in every way I can... - He goes a bit lower, cupping her rear, she's easy to lift in the water.

[Flux] Makes a small noise of surprise and rest her hands on his shoulders to balance herself-

[Notch] Kneels down and lifts her legs onto his shoulders, nuzzling between them-

[Flux] - Ah, wait, you'll drown...

[Notch] Lifts her a bit higher- I'm okay right where I am. - He laps at her ever so gently-

[Flux] Moans and runs her fingers through his hair- Notch...

[Notch] Just nips at her lightly and wiggles his tongue inside a little more.

[Flux] Let's out a small yelp and clutches more tightly at him- Notch, please, this is...

[Notch] Yes? - lap lap lap

[Flux] Just moans as her head falls back in pleasure-

[Notch] I thought so.... - He gets her into a better pose on a stair leading down to the water and rubs at her with two fingers as well.

[Flux] - Notch... Notch please... My love...

[Notch] Feels a little thrill at her words and looks up - Flux?

[Flux] She brushes Notch's hair aside- My love

[Notch] And you are mine.

[Flux] Smiles and leans down, drawing his face to hers to kiss it-

[Notch] Kisses her back, his arms wrapped around her- How did I get so lucky...?

[Flux] - You created your own luck by creating the game

[Notch] But how could I have ever guessed... Now I know how Doc must have felt, learning that the land itself gave them Deerheart... I love you Flux. I'd give you anything.

[Flux] - And I would do the same for you

[Notch] I want you Flux... your taste, your scent, yourself pressed up against me. - He leans against her warm belly, his short nails lightly scratching the base of her spine.

[Flux] - I want you close as well, please Notch, work your own magic

[Notch] Goes back to work on her, teasing and warming her, he's hard and ready but wants to make sure she is as well.

[Flux] It doesn't take long for FLux to be ready and she tugs at Notch's hair with want-

[Notch] Works his way up and nips at her nipples, his member bumping lightly against her thigh.

[Flux] Reaches down with one of her hands and begins to stroke his member, encouraging him closer- I think... I think you are just as wanting

[Notch] I always am. I worked today, but I saved my best for you. - He mounts her, teasing her with the tip before sliding inside with a sigh of relief- So perfect...

[Flux] Moans as well, pulling Notch closer to herself and calling out his name-

[Notch] Is lost in her eyes, moving in perfect time, his fingers are tangled in her hair as he bears down on her. Biting his lip to not ruin the moment with unseemingly panting.

[Flux] Draws closer to his neck and peppers it with kisses and nips-

[Notch] Arches into her kisses as well, mumbling her name like a prayer. She's warm and wet and inviting, wrapping around him and warming his hearts as well as his loins.

[Flux] Cries out as she feels her climax coming closer-

[Notch] Goes harder, feeling himself tighten as she squeezes him perfectly. He lifts her as not to bruise her against the floor, trying to wring the noises of pleasure from her that he knows so well of late.

[Flux] Cries out and feels herself begin to disperse from the overwhelming feeling of her pleasure- Notch...

[Notch] Hold on for me.... just a bit longer... stay with me please...

[Flux] - For you, I will

[Notch] Gives a few more thrusts and then pulls back. Cupping his hand to catch his flow so it doesn't get on her. His knees wobble a bit and he lets himself down easy onto her- Thank you...

[Flux] - I'm sorry- She disperses, unable to hold her form

[Notch] Flops the last few inches onto the floor- Oof! It's okay. I'll just... - He lets himself gently back down into the hot water. - I'm good-

[Flux] Reforms and reaches for him- I'm here

[Notch] Cuddles her- Thank goodness for that....

[Flux] - Rest, I've got you

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thegastricadventure · 3 years

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Welcome to Surgery Day!

Alright so, this was an interesting turn of events. You go in to the OR and honestly I remember doing breathing exercises to try to keep myself calm. I don’t even remember the people telling me to count backwards. I think they already knew I was freaking out and knew I was in my own zone to keep myself calm. It was nice, the whole staff was great!

They sat with me before hand and helped keep me calm and were talking to me until things went back. I know I was kind of out of it because every time they asked for my birthday I would say 1983. Of course this threw them off and they asked for my whole birthday and would sigh and go “1 - 9 - 8 -3. 1983″ It took a second for them to get it but I have always been amused that my birthdate is also the year I was born.

So the surgery went well for me. I had other things happen that most people won’t. I have a scarred liver so the doctor took a biopsy of it to make sure everything was functioning right and there was nothing else wrong with it. He told me late that day that there was a lot of scarring but it looked like it was repairing itself. The liver is just as amazing as your skin yaknow? It repairs itself. You could lose the majority of it and it will regrow. It will be slow but it does it.

Because of him seeing the scarring I had to explain about how we found out I was allergic to acetaminophen (Tylenol, Ofirmev, Mapap, Pharbetol, FeverAll, Tylophen, Tactinal --- It is called different things all over the world}.

Side Storytime:

Back when I was 25 I got the flu really really bad. I was taking Nyquil and Dayquil as directed on the packaging. I was going on a week of taking them and was getting ready to make a doctors appointment to see what else they could do. So poor sick me was at home with my then boyfriend and our roommates. One of them called and needed a ride home from work. I was the only one who could drive legally so I sighed and said sure. I wasn’t going to make someone walk home 2 miles in snow and cold. So I left and picked up my friend and started to drive back home. Suddenly I saw darkness creeping into my line of sight. Just the periphery, but it was slowly overtaking all of my eye site. I pulled off the main road and onto a side road and pulled over onto a side walk.

Low and behold I pulled over and went into park right before I blacked out for a minute or two. By the time I woke up there was a stranger there pulling me out of the car and wrapping me up in blankets. The amazing part was he was an off duty EMT and knew what to do. He called his buddies and they came and picked me up, my friend drove my car home (we were seriously like 3 blocks from home!) and he told everyone what happened.

I was put into an ambulance and driven to the hospital (funny enough it was the same hospital I am had my surgery at!) I was rushed inside and they did blood work. I severely dehydrated, had no potassium in my system and of course a ton of acetaminophen. Because of that last thing there I was put on suicide watch. Oh boy, what fun that was. I was strapped to a bed and had to have someone in the room with me constantly. When the doctors finally came in to talk to me they found out I hadn’t tried to kill myself I just had a build up of acetaminophen in my system. So after that I still had to have nurses/security in the room with me but I ended up getting all the pregnant nurses who shouldn’t be on their feet for long stretches of time anyway (since you have to stay on suicide watch until you are cleared by a psychiatrist). We both enjoyed it, all of them got to hear my dad jokes and funny stories while I was on a drop with potassium and fluids. About 3 hours into the stay there, they came in to give me the counteraction of acetaminophen and left again.

About 20 minutes after the injection I was in the middle of a story and I stopped. The nurse asked me if I was okay and I asked her if my legs should feel like they are on fire. She said no and came over to uncover my legs. They were swelling up and bright red. That was all I remembered for the rest of the night. I apparently blacked out, my heart rate went erratic and it was scary. I was having a seriously badly allergic reaction to both the acetaminophen and it’s counteraction. They all felt back by the time I woke up, and then informed me I was allergic to both. My liver would not process either of them so I needed to avoid both as much as humanly possible (which is hard as hell since acetaminophen is in everything).

Later that morning the psychiatrist came in and asked my the usual questions: Are you depressed? Are you thinking of harming yourself or others? Have you thought of killing yourself?

Me being who I answered “Everyone gets depressed in winter, the lack of sun does that. Everyone has thought of hurting someone or themselves at least once in their life, but the question is have I ever thought I could act out those thoughts and if that is the question it is no. I don’t need that drama in my life. As for suicide? Nah. I’m too lazy for that crap.” From there I explained why I was too lazy, and why I thought killing myself would be too much work. I was obviously cleared as soon as I finished that explanation.

However, now I had a new story about how I am allergic to acetaminophen and probably have a damaged liver. Luckily I had friend and family who look out for me with medications and are constantly looking for things that doesn’t have acetaminophen in them. I have found a few but man, they are far and few between.

TLDR: The hospital though the flu meds were how I was killing myself and they almost killed me trying to get the acetaminophen out of my system.

I probably won’t know the results of the biopsy until I see my doctor on our follow up later this month.

After you are done with the surgery you go into a recovery area where they wake you up. Since there is a tube down your throat while you are being operated on they give you ice chips to suck on and such until you are cleared for clears (ha).

My room wasn’t ready right away so I stayed in the recovery back for longer that I probably should have been and I had a nurse with me the whole time because I had oxygen issues (this always happens with anesthesia and me) and the entire time she was pretty much prepping me for my ride upstairs. By the time I was going up I was fully awake and having deep conversations with the nurse and two orderlies that were moving my bed.

The room I was given to do my overnight recovery was huge it probably could have two people in it and their families comfortably. I met my mom, new nurses and staff and said good bye to the surgical recovery team.

My mother helped me unpack a little so I could have everything I needed within reach and gave me a hug and kiss before she left again. We did live an hour away and my daughter had homework she needed to do that night. Plus my mom had to be home so I could video chat with the kid later that night.

I was on IVs and pain killer drips for a bit, and they had my legs in these cuffs that randomly squeezed my calves to keep the blood flowing so no clots would happen. However, about 4 hours into my stay I decided I was done just laying there, plus I really had to pee. So I called in my nurses who helped unplug me from the various machines and helped me wheel myself to the bathroom.

I previously had made a promise to myself before my surgery that every time I got up to pee, take a shower or whatever I would going to try to walk a lot. Even if it was only to my door and back. So I kept my promise after I showered I asked if I could walk out in the hall, the nurses looked at me like a grew a second head but said sure. So thus began my new adventure of seeing how many people were on the same floor and wing as me and what their surgeries were (since what we all had had done was listed on the outside of our doors). So I walked the lap they plugged me back in and asked if I could eat. So I started on clears.

I ate my food and started to sip on water and suck on ice the rest of the evening while I watched the election results start to poor in. About that time I called my family and video chatted with my kid. According to my mom and dad when I got off the phone with her, it was like a weight was lifted off her chest and she took a shower and went straight to bed. She was obviously more stressed about everything than what she was letting anyone know. Seeing me in the video helped her know I was okay, but she said I looked really tired. I am not going to like I was really tired.

I kept with my promise, every time I got up I unplugged all my things and went pee or got more water, then walked a lap. Each time my lap got bigger and bigger. The nurses were only ever called when my heart monitor leads fell off or I needed something like ice.

They said I was an anomaly, most people who went through what I did they had to force out of bed to walk around. I was doing it on my own. The majority people were calling them constantly for pain medication, I stopped taking any pain meds about 9pm that night, it didn’t hurt so why take something I didn’t need? Plus they were always asking if I though I needed it. I think they did give me some around 3 am, because my little insomniac self couldn’t sleep so I was finally able to get about 4 hours of shut eye which helped out a lot.

Come the next morning I got more new nurses and the night shift left. They did come into the room before they left to say goodbye because everyone knew that I was going home as soon as I talked to the doctor. That morning my doctor came in way earlier than anyone thought he would. We talked about my biopsy and how the surgery went and my recovery times. I asked him if I was allowed to shower and he said of course. So after he left I called in my nurse and asked if I could get towels and such for my shower.

Again after the shower and when I had redressed I was off walking laps again.

It was around noon that I finally went home, after I could prove I could eat liquids and keep them down. The nurses all came to say good bye to me and had one of them walk me down to the entrance, they asked if I wanted a wheel chair and I said naaaah, I needed to keep moving or I would get lazy.

By the time we got to the entrance my parents had finally pulled up and I got into our car and left to go home. You better believe after I got home I ate some lunch (cream of chicken soup and pudding for the win) and went to go take a nap in my own bed.

I was in the hospital for a grand total of 28 hours, most people I guess are there for 36-72. So I guess I should be really thankful for my stubborn genetics and my normal diet. My whole family heals quickly and usually refuses to let ourselves become completely inactive. We just want life to get back to normal as fast as possible.

#journal entries

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eldritchlulz-blog · 7 years

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that went well

nick and moire have irreconcilable differences

LAST WEEK

eldritchlulz

so are ye gonna eat paper airplanes all through class tomorrow too or ye gonna tell me what the problem is

nickatnightwalker

my appetite for paper airplanes is endless munro

eldritchlulz

great

hope yer hungry for that shiny stuff they print photos on

nickatnightwalker

ugh cmon that shits so bitter it's like letting advil dissolve in your mouth

eldritchlulz

ye know the terms of the deal walker

ye'd be doing yer stomach a favor

nickatnightwalker

it's not liver damage but we all have our vices

eldritchlulz

that's true

but yer liver's probably not gonna thank ye for bitter advil paper either

what if i made a really big one out of a whole newspaper

antonov an-225

nickatnightwalker

at least buy me a latte to wash it down with

ALSO LIKE A WEEK AGO

eldritchlulz

[moire makes good on her promise in class today. nick gets an expertly-aimed airplane to the cheek within the first ten minutes of class. it's folded from stiff glossy photo-printing paper, which she bartered from the amorphous art supply guardian in exchange for a memory. then he gets another airplane to the temple. and another. and another. long months of fucking around in class have made her an expert at predicting how long professor mothman will have his back turned to the board.] lattes are for when yer not being a dick, [she tells him after class, peeling off down the hallway to physics] i’ll make ye tea though if ye manage to eat em all

TWO DAYS AGO, post sharing dragon videos

eldritchlulz

so are we friends again or nah

YESTERDAY

nickatnightwalker

i cant read this over the noises my stomach is still making as it digests photopaper

eldritchlulz

ye could have had tea

nickatnightwalker

it was a pride thing

eldritchlulz

i didn't think ye had any left after the third airplane

nickatnightwalker

you would be shocked at how much i manage to retain no matter what i swallow

eldritchlulz

i guess we all have our talents

nickatnightwalker

damn straight munro

some are just more highly sought after than others

eldritchlulz

who knew airplane eating is so decidedly respected

nickatnightwalker

anyone in the aviation industry duh

eldritchlulz

well don't forget who helped launch yer career when yer famous and shit

nickatnightwalker

yeah ill try not to forget the little people

eldritchlulz

yer like a foot shorter than me

nickatnightwalker

oh well obviously im talking about personality

eldritchlulz

then yer like two feet shorter

nickatnightwalker

hair doesnt count

neither does punching

eldritchlulz

luckily those aren't personality traits

nickatnightwalker

exactly

which is why youre the little people and im not

eldritchlulz

lmao all ye have in yer corner is being tiny and rude

nickatnightwalker

youd be surprised how far those two things can get you in life

eldritchlulz

good for ye

nickatnightwalker

thanks it's been an uphill battle but 18 years in im starting to get the hang of using that stuff in my favor

eldritchlulz

great

TODAY

nickatnightwalker

since youre technically millys aunt im donating a full sentence of real talk which is that i dont really fuck with public drinkers

eldritchlulz

why not enough personality for ye

ye get high all the time

nickatnightwalker

yeah, and all that happens is i chill out

eldritchlulz

is this because of the movie night?

did we do something to ye?

nickatnightwalker

no it's just not my thing ok

i dont babysit lightweights and hanging around them always turns into that anyway

eldritchlulz

lmao i mean ye didn't and no one asked ye to

nickatnightwalker

no offense but have you ever hung out with drinkers because no matter the fuck what eventually

eventually

nickatnightwalker

it's the one sober person's job to console whoever just started crying and stop the fights and driving and unprotected sex and i have plenty on my plate right now without heading down that road so i really, really prefer not hanging with people who get drunk on wine during disney movie night like you do you and shit but it's not my scene

eldritchlulz

i know yer from like

the city and shit

but here i’ve only ever drank with misha and some of the girls in proteus and it’s never been like that

i don’t know in what world ye think ye have to take care of us

eldritchlulz

i don’t want that lmao and i definitely don’t need it

nickatnightwalker

good to know but there's still that second hand embarrassment factor and the smell of rancid grapes to figure in

like i just dont like hanging with people drinking it's not that deep

eldritchlulz

good thing ye’ve never done anything embarrassing like proposition yer supposed cousin over the pa system

that’d be real fuckin awkward

whatever walker

if yer gonna ditch cus one night out of the months ye’ve been here we did something that ye didnae like that didnae even affect ye

then seriously

whatever

nickatnightwalker

lmao at least i did it fully aware of what i was doing

nickatnightwalker

like damn munro cant a guy choose his company based on personal preferences

eldritchlulz

lmao weak

i do enough embarrassing stuff sober too kill me for having a good night where i didn’t worry about shit

and ye sure can

my personal preference is hanging out with people who don’t flake without even a heads up

evens out

nickatnightwalker

it's not flaking if we never had plans like ho ly shit why is this such a big deal you wanna get shitfaced and turn your head into a fish that's your prerogative and it's mine not to stick around while it's happening i dont particularly care why you did it im sure being drunk was a blissful reprieve from your tortured thoughts or whatever and i respect that i just dont want to be there

eldritchlulz

gods ye are literally the one who made this into a big deal nick i just said whatever like three times ye dinnae have to justify yer weird hypocritical bullshit to me

no one said ye had to watch when there were a thousand other things to do and pay attention to that night but yeah ignoring a friend for weeks and not letting them know what’s up is a shitty thing to do and i was trying to like check in but it turns out the mistake was thinking that we were friends in the first place so like i said

whatever

nickatnightwalker

i was doing plenty of other things that night and i really dont get why you cant run it through your hair that i dont fuckin like hanging around drunks and forgive me for not realizing we were at the bffs for life stage and thinking it wouldnt be a big deal to drop off your proverbial sea charts

eldritchlulz

oh nice so i'm a drunk cus i had some wine that’s incredibly reasonable of ye top of the fucking class

i wasn’t saying we were bffs lmao yer supposed to be the human don’t ye have a basic concept of how human relationships work ye don’t have to be bffs to not be a total asshole

nickatnightwalker

you were drunk i dont know what gentle terminology you want me to use here like was i supposed to hand you an official notice like dear mr and mrs munro this is a letter of resignation on the basis that i dont fucking roll with public wastedness

nickatnightwalker

god i thought you were buried deeper in your hypermasculinity than getting ratty because i decided i didnt wanna hang with you your boy and a bottle of something that could strip paint off a car

eldritchlulz

the utter fuckin logical leaps yer going through to make hanging out with us about drinking constantly is amazing ye gonna mentally photoshop bottles of liquor into all the times we hung out where we weren’t drinking too

and ye can fuck off with the hypermasculinity bullshit it’s bad if i am and bad if i’m not to ye sorry i don’t fit the perfect image of rambo lmao almost like the way ye stereotype everyone isn’t the way they really are

i don’t get how i’m the fucking unreasonable one here for thinking that i’d fucked something up and wanting to fix it and instead getting a thousand word essay where ye reiterate the point that got old the second time ye said it

luckily ye can consider yerself off the hook

nickatnightwalker

if ive said it so many times then why isnt it going through

nickatnightwalker

and like damn do you think youre like picking away at my layers of carefully crafted denial to get to the real reason i dont wanna hang with you guys anymore or something like i told you it's not that deep and just because i expected you to be oozing masculinity like a frat boy's sti doesnt mean it's a good thing that usually you are

eldritchlulz

trust me i'm not under any delusion that yer deep lmao

it came through loud and clear the first time

so like i said four fucking times

whatever

yer off the hook

see ye in class

nickatnightwalker

yep, this shallow bitch'll catch you later than you overhyped blowfish

eldritchlulz

also weak

nickatnightwalker

yes, i know, your muscles schwarzenegger youll be back etc etc etc

#rip kids #no one is reasonable #ooc #im #nickatnightwalker

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