The entire time that he was upstairs, you kept your eyes closed, your arms wrapped around your legs. It was taking everything in you not to text Daryl to just come home. As much as you wanted him home, you need to take the time to sort your thoughts, you didn’t want this hanging over you. Daryl had hurt you, not purposefully but it was still a fresh wound.
You two had been through so much in the course of your relationship and whilst you were sure you could come back from this, you had to make sure that was what you both wanted. You knew you wanted to be with him, you loved him. He was everything you had wanted for so long, but he needed to be sure that this is what he wanted. After everything, he still couldn’t trust you enough to tell you the truth and it nearly destroyed your lives together.
You had no idea how long you’d been like that when Dean came down and pulled you to his side. “Come on, talk to me.” He kissed the top of your head. “What did that idiot do?”
Sighing, you wiped your cheeks. “Apparently, he’d promised Steven to do some school thing. Some fundraiser. Promised him months ago- because the kid never had a dad.” You started, sniffling. “I wasn’t told about it. I was excited, coming downstairs to tell him about the baby…” You choked out another sob, finally saying it out loud. “And I heard his fucking brother tell him that he’d seen Vikky. He twisted it to make it sound like they’d been together. I lost it. He said he didn’t tell me because I’m ‘emotional’ about Vikky. I told him that I would have been fine because it was a school thing for the kid.” He nodded. “He didn’t feel bad about just lying to me like that. No sorry, nothing.” You told him. “Are we what he wants if he can lie like that?”
Dean groaned, leaning back. You raised an eyebrow at him, confused. You figured Dean would be rushing over to beat Daryl. “He’s an idiot.” He muttered. “But, you knew that.” He sighed. “What do you wanna do?”
“I want him home, but I don’t know if this is what he really wants.” You couldn’t even look at him. You’d willingly wanted to have a life with him- to create another tiny life with him- and you didn’t even know if he’d want that anymore. It’d been great the past 6 months, but were there more lies? “I’m so confused.” You sobbed, curling into his side.
“I’m not the one to talk to about this, sis.” He said sadly. “You should talk to Dad.”
You sat up, staring at him like he was insane. “Why dad?”
He sighed. “Him and our mom had their share of issues. He left a few times when I was a kid- obviously really young. Talking to him might help more.”
“Maybe I’ll have him over for breakfast then….”
“I think that’s a good idea. Look you don’t want to make the wrong decision here so just take some time okay?” You nodded at him, smiling softly. “And don’t get too stressed out. I want you and my future niece or nephew safe.”
You laughed. “You are taking this better than when you found out about Chey.”
“Yeah, well this time I already have an amazing niece.” Dean looked at you and smirked. “Though you better give me a nephew this time. I don’t like the idea of being out numbered more when I come round.”
You chuckled lightly. “Well, let’s just work on the current situation. We have awhile before we find out.” You reminded him. “I’m guessing I’m about 6 or 7 weeks.”
Dean nodded. “Well, at least I did all that reading when you were pregnant with Chey, so I can keep up with a conversation.” That was something he could be proud of.
“Just means I can whine to you when I can’t see my feet.” You teased.
“Like you didn’t before.” He poked you in the arm, teasing you gently.
“Don’t be mean.” You stick out your tongue at him, making him chuckle. Dean looked down at his watch and sighed. “You can go Dean, I know you have work tomorrow. Thanks for helping out with Chey.” You smiled sadly. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Dean was concerned but you knew that things would be okay.
“Of course I will. I will probably text Dad and ask him to come over tomorrow then watch crappy T.V.” Dean got up off the couch, making his way to the door.
“I will call you later okay? Just to check in.” You laughed at him.
“Yes, Dean. Just go get home and say hi to Sam for me.” You got up from the couch and pushed him towards the front door, opening it up and gently shoving him outside.
I’ve been getting so many questions about the theatre industry and vocal technique, and I figured it’s about time I make a masterpost that people can refer to when they have questions or are looking for help. So, here it is! I hope you enjoy!
Candy Darling: Memoirs of an Andy Warhol Superstar
Print Length: 101 pages
Publisher: Open Road Media (February 17, 2015)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
A look into what moved Andy Warhol’s greatest muse
Located at 33 Union Square West in the heart of New York City’s pulsing downtown scene, Andy Warhol’s Factory was an artistic anomaly. Not simply a painter’s studio, it was the center of Warhol’s assembly-line production of films, books, art, and the groundbreaking Interview magazine. Although Warhol’s first Factory on East 47th Street was known for its space-age silver interior, the Union Square Factory became the heart, brain, eyes, and soul of all things Warhol—and was, famously, the site of the assassination attempt that nearly took his life. It also produced a subculture of Factory denizens known as superstars, a collection of talented and ambitious misfits, the most glamorous and provocative of whom was the transgender pioneer Candy Darling.
Born James Slattery in Queens in 1944 and raised on Long Island, the author began developing a female identity as a young child. Carefully imitating the sirens of Hollywood’s golden age, young Jimmy had, by his early twenties, transformed into Candy, embodying the essence of silver-screen femininity, and in the process became her true self.
Warhol, who found the whole dizzying package irresistible, cast Candy in his films Flesh and Women in Revolt and turned her into the superstar she was born to be. In her writing, Darling provides an illuminating look at what it was like to be transgender at a time when the gay rights movement was coming into its own. Blessed with a candor, wit, and style that inspired not only Warhol, but Tennessee Williams, Lou Reed, and Robert Mapplethorpe, Darling made an indelible mark on American culture during one of its most revolutionary eras. These memoirs depict a talented and tragic heroine who was taken away from us far too soon.
Wednesday December 9th, marks the one year anniversary (in our time) in which Barry Allen had spoken these words to Iris West:
What’s so beautiful about this moment is not only the way Barry says those words with urgency yet patient and warmth, but they way he says it while closing his eyes. Barry in this moment was vulnerable – in a good way. In this moment, Barry was letting himself be open even if it took 15 years. Barry was was willing to change everything about their relationship moving forward just to simply say those three words that hold so much meaning. It’s they way his arms are wrapped around her symbolizing he’s home. Home for him, is Iris – the one that guides him physically, mentally and emotionally. The one that anchors him through the hardships Barry’s his faced with. The one constant in Barry’s life, is Iris.
What’s also so beautiful about this moment is the way Iris’s first response to his confession, was to say it back – even if it wasn’t in the way Barry expressed it. She said it back quickly because that the norm for them. It’s normal for her to love Barry.
So to appreciate this confession and it’s day, I ask you guys to show your appreciation by tweeting the writers/actors about the anniversary! It isn’t a trend so there isn’t a specific time you have to tweet them, but you can tweet the writers/actors all throughout the day on Wednesday.
If you don’t have a twitter, you can also show your gratitude here! Nothing is better than having your dash filled with westallen love!
This moment was a big life changer – not only for Barry and Iris, but for us as shippers also. So again, if you have a twitter and want to partake in showing your gratitude, do it!