Why Nathan is NOT in the ground...

I shouldn’t even have to explain this, but the fandom still seems convinced that’s Nathan buried in the spot where Rachel “supposedly” is. 

No. No, no, no. That is Rachel - and here’s why.

First of all, as I’ve mentioned before, the spot they find the body buried in is completely untouched, complete with grass and all. It is virtually impossible to bury a body and have the ground look like that hours later. 

Second, it’s been mentioned before that Max seems to rip open a bag, thus revealing the smell. A freshly-killed body would not emit a smell so quickly for one thing, and the bag is where the blue color comes in (many people mistake this for Nathan’s shirt). 

Also, for those of you saying Nathan was buried in it after Rachel was dug up:

The hole and blue object in this picture is similar to the earlier one, the big difference being the depth of the hole. If you rewatch the scene, you’ll see Max dig more before the camera pans away. It’s safe to say there was nothing else put in this hole (It’s also from a different angle; the first being from the top and the second from the side). Also, speaking of that hole, it is also symbolic that Chloe died on top of it. Take a look. This shot wouldn’t mean even half as much if Nathan was buried there, would it?

Third, and perhaps the one vital thing many people are overlooking, is the power and emotion behind this scene. Chloe has found someone very, very treasured to her that she had been looking for for months - only to find her in a body bag. She breaks down in tears, clinging to Max and wondering what kind of a cruel world would do this to her.

This scene is complete with a somber soundtrack and - most importantly - the deer. This deer is quite important when you consider its presence in the storm and the junkyard; it’s highly implied that this is the spirit or spirit animal of Rachel Amber guiding Max to the truth.

The deer is present in this scene, and hangs its head in sorrow, as if taking on some of Chloe’s grief.

This scene is entirely about Rachel Amber, and Chloe’s world falling apart around her. This scene does not contain any hint that that isn’t Rachel, and I think the only reason we didn’t see her straight-up is that the designers didn’t want to/didn’t have time to render a decomposing body. You have to look at the context of the situation; why on earth would they put the deer there and have so much focus being on Chloe’s reaction rather than the discovery itself, only to be like “lol jk it was actually nathan” later on? There is no reason; no developers would use symbolism so horribly wrong, especially since DONTNOD has proven itself with the writing quality so far.

Myths and the media: A case study.

By Gwen Sharp, PhD

This morning NPR aired a segment on media stories about the “boomerang generation,”college-educated children who return to live with their parents after graduation. A widely-repeated figure is that currently 85% of recent college grads are moving back in with their parents, taken as a sign of the ongoing, and potentially long-term, consequences of the economic crisis.

Except for the part where it’s not true.

You may have heard this figure. CNN Money seems to be the first to cite it, in 2010; Time and the New York Post, among others, repeated the number. It  continued to spread, most recently ending up in a political ad from American Crossroads that attacks President Obama.

But PolitiFact recently looked into the claim and declared it false. It supposedly came from a survey conducted by a marketing and research firm from Philadelphia. Yet as they dug further into the story, PolitiFact found many things that might make you suspicious. For instance, some people listed as employees claimed never to have worked for them, while others seem to be fictional, their photos taken from stock photo archives. One employee they did find turned out to be the company president’s dad. When they found the president, David Morrison, he said the survey was conducted “many years ago” but refused to release any information about the methodology, saying he had a non-disclosure agreement with the (unnamed) client.

But as the story of this shocking trend was reproduced, it appears reporters did not try to access the original survey to fact-check it, or surely they would have discovered at least some of these discrepancies, or the lack of any available data to back up the claim.

In contrast to the 85% figure, a Pew Center report (based on a sample of 2,048) found that for young adults aged 18-34, 39% were either currently living with their parents or had temporarily moved in with them at some point because of the economic downturn:

And importantly, of those currently living with their parents, the vast majority of 18-24 year-olds said the economy wasn’t the reason they were doing so. The study found no significant differences by education for those under 30 (42% of graduates were living at home, compared to 49% of those who never attended college), but for those 30-34, only 10% of college graduates were living at home (compared to 22% of non-college graduates).

But once the more shocking 85% figure had been cited by a mainstream news source, it was quickly reproduced in many other outlets with little fact-checking. As PolitiFact sums up,

…once a claim enters the mainstream media, it’s hard to put the genie back in the bottle. “The dynamic of trust is built with each link,” Wemple said. “It barely occurs to anybody that all those links may be built on a straw foundation.”

Gwen Sharp is an associate professor of sociology at Nevada State College. You can follow her on Twitter at @gwensharpnv.

anonymous asked:

you know i think you're really beautiful and not in the conventional big-lips-small-nose-wide-eyes-symmetrical face beautiful but your own sort of individual hot damn-ness

Occupation: casually smashing western beauty standards with my unorthodox brown allure

Thank u anon, this was really nice hell yeah i have my own individual hot damn-ness <3

kevin-the-chicken asked:

le'gasp. I like fluff, cause I'm a huge dork, and Kevin with a broken mood regulator sohesnotacheerfulzombieallthetime. With maybe some Earl being an angstball since that's what he does best. But don't feel obligated to write me anything, lol, if you're busy or even just don't feel like it I'd understand.

[I hope this meets with your approval! And I’m sorry it took longer than anticipated. Have some Kevin-feelings, here ya go <3]

Earl Harlan had always had a soft spot for hurt people.

Cecil, in their youth, was reckless and bright and running, always running, putting distance between himself and whatever mysteries were behind the front door of the Palmer house. Later, Earl found girls who screamed over the edge of Radon Canyon, boys who dug their nails into their hands and clenched their jaws. Someone had once asked him if he preferred girls or boys, and Cecil had rolled his eyes, clicked his tongue and interjected “Earl prefers broken wings” before Earl had had a chance to say a word.

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Nakon izvesnog vremena nagnuo se i poljubio je - bio je to dug, nežan poljubac koji je govorio više nego što reči mogu da kažu. Onda je položio glavu na jastuk i zatvorio oči, kao da ponovo proživljava čitavo ovo iskustvo u mislima.

Melodija moje duše - Rajan Vinfild

PLL - Unanswered questions

Why did Cece kill Wilden (partly) for Alison? And why have the liars not questioned Alison about this? 

What happened to Ian after he left the church? 

Since Ian’s forged suicide not was constructed from previous A messages, and we know Mona was the “Original A”, how did Mona get access to Ian’s dead body?

If the police were able to accurately identify the body in “Alison’s grave” as Bethany, and we are aware that the teeth delivered to Emily and the finger bones on Spencer’s Veil were real, does that mean A (or the A-team) had access to another corpse?

Are Jenna and Noel responsible for taking Emily to the graveyard the night “Alison’s grave was dug up?

Since Noel has been aware of Alison being alive, is he aware of the existence of A?

How long has Noel been aware that Alison was actually alive?

What secrets does Alison possess over Noel?

Why did Noel appear to be so distrustful of Alison during his confrontation with Spencer?

Were Noel, Shana and Cece aware that all three knew Alison was actually alive?

Did Shana ever tell Jenna Alison was actually alive or did she decide to keep it a secret? 

Who was Melissa speaking to over the phone during the night of Alison’s disappearance?

Who did Mona give the pills and bullets to in Season 3x13? If it was Wilden himself, does that mean Wilden was an official member of the A-team? Or was Wilden taking orders through Mona?

Who were the individuals that tried to push Aria off of the train? Was it definitely Melissa and Wilden?

Why was A blackmailing Wilden?

Why did A force Wilden to blackmail Melissa?

Why were Melissa, Shana and Jenna afraid of Wilden?

Why were Jenna and Shana afraid of Melissa?

Melissa stated to Spencer that Shana and Jenna set fire to the lodge; however, Shana admitted to the liars that it was in fact her who started the fire (or at least helped Wilden to). Why did Shana and Jenna, who was also at the lodge, lie to Melissa? Or was it in fact Melissa who lied to Spencer?

Who was the individual Alison was sleeping with?

As we know Shana was the individual Jenna met with on the day of the masquerade ball, what was her purpose for being there?

How did A manage to get a photo of Alison in the hospital when she visited Hanna in Season 1?

Was Shana an official member of the A-team, or was she just acting on her own? Were any of the A scenes during Season 4 (prior to the Season 4 finale) Shana?

Who was Wren speaking to on the phone in Season 4?

Who was Mona referring to when she stated she didn’t realise where Wren’s loyalties lies? And what secrets was Wren keeping from Mona?

During the night lodge was set on fire, we see Mona speaking to (A) Red Coat on the phone, assuring her it was safe to land; at this time, we see (most likely) Jenna turn on her torch, presumably to view who was getting of the plane. Toby follows the girl with the torch, and Spencer tries to directly follow the Red Coat who got off the plane, but eventually loses sight of her. We know full well the Red Coat who exited the plane was wearing an Alison mask; however, what it is uncertain about what occurred that night is what happened to the Red Coat who exited the plane. We know a Red Coat was found burned, but judging from what we saw that episode, I find it too difficult to comprehend the Red Coat that exited the plane was able to disappear from Spencer’s view, avoid detection from the other individuals who were near the lodge, including Alison, and remove Aria, Emily, and Mona from the burning lodge. In fact, the only way Red Coat could have accomplished this was with an adequate amount of aid, so the questions are: Who helped Red Coat during that night? Was it somebody else who pulled the girls from the fire? Why was Hanna left in the lodge during the fire?

Who hit Toby over head? Was it Shana, Wilden or Nigel? If it was Nigel, does that mean he exited the plane also? Did Nigel have some form of alliance with Jenna, and thus Shana?

According to Nigel, it was Cece who paid him to take a fake flight plan on the night of the fire, yet from what we’ve learned from the show , this would appear to be a lie; in fact, if this were true, it would mean that Cece truly is the A Red Coat, or was at the very least convinced or blackmailed by A (or the A-team) to attend the event as a decoy; it could also be that Cece has been playing both sides on the show with the A-team and Alison. The questions revolving around this are: Why did Nigel lie about this (if he did)? If Nigel was on the same plane as the A Red Coat, does that mean he is aware of her identity? Or did Red Coat simply wear the Alison mask on her way to the lodge?

Considering how the A-team seems to possess multiple Alison masks, why did the Black Widow bother returning to the lodge? Was she simply spying on Toby and Spencer? Or was she ensuring there was no incriminating evidence against her there? 

Is the Black Widow a separate individual from Red Coat?

Who wore the Red Coat and the Emily mask holding the guilty sign? Was it the A Red Coat? Or could this Red Coat have actually been Jenna - who has also wore a Red Coat- or Shana?

Who tried to kill Jenna in 4x09?

Why was Jenna so afraid of Cece Drake?

During this point of the show, Shana actually hated Alison, and when Spencer and Aria overhead Shana and Jenna speaking, Jenna was seemingly afraid, declaring that they have to tell the truth. Considering how Shana actually started the fire at the lodge and was in fact working against Alison, why was Jenna so scared, when she could have potentially revealed everything about her enemy easily? Did Shana decide not to tell Jenna Alison was actually alive and Jenna was simply arriving to her own conclusions? 

If Shana and Melissa were on a “team”, why did Shana neglect to tell Melissa that Alison was alive?

Who was the Red Coat living in the Dilaurentis basement? Was it the A Red Coat? Or was it actually Cece whose Red Coat had a missing button? 

Since the Red Coat that attended the hoedown had a button missing, does that mean it was actually Cece at the hoedown? If so, why was she there, even though she declared to someone over the phone she was not returning to Rosewood?

Has Cece wore the Red Coat on more than one occasion?

Why was Cece dressed in A’s attire when she went to Ezra’s? Was she simply just spying on him?

Is Cece an official member of the A-team?

Were there three Red Coats when A trapped Emily in the saw?

In Ezra’s lair, Aria finds a picture that links Alison to the night of the lodge. Does that mean Ezra was at the lodge? If not, who took the photos of Alison at the lodge? And if Ezra wasn’t there, who gave him the photo?

Why was Cece wearing the clothes Mrs Dilaurentis gave to the anonymous figure during the night of the bridle fashion? Were they working together? Was it Cece herself who met with Mrs Dilaurentis that night or somebody else?

Who turned Cece into the police?

In season 4x22, Spencer has dirt on her bed, alongside a note from A; later during the episode, Mrs Dilaurentis makes a sarcastic and almost blatant hint that she knows Spencer had received a message; does this mean Mr Dilaurentis was aware of the ways A was tormenting the liars?

Who was in the Dilaurentis house when Mrs Dilaurentis was in Spencer’s room? Cece was on the run at the time and appeared to stay clear from Rosewood. Was it Charles?

Why did Cece tell Holbrook about Alison being alive? Was the picture of Alison in the Red Coat taken by Ezra?

Is Alison even aware that it was Cece who revealed to the police that she was in fact alive?

Who scared Shana out of Rosewood?

Why did Cece show up at the masquerade ball? And who got the Alison masks?

Where did Cece and Alison go when they left the masquerade ball? Was it A (Charles) in the mask hiding behind the shelf after A attacked Hanna?

Why did Jenna bother to befriend Alison? Does Jenna actually know anything about what is occurring or is she just being manipulating for her own safety?

Who took the photo of Spencer following Alison the night of Alison’s disappearance?

What happened to Ian and Melissa after Garrett and Jenna left the Dilaurentis house? 

Where was Jessica Dilaurentis during the time the NAT club was in Alison’s room?

Was Cece actually at the Dilaurentis house talking to Melissa that night or was Jason too drunk/ high to remember?

Cece stated to Emily that she Alison the night of Alison’s disappearance, and that Alison was worried about the NAT tapes; however, when revealing to the liars what happened that night, she mentions nothing of seeing Cece. Why would Cece lie about seeing Alison that night?

Cece stated to Ezra she witnessed Spencer and Alison fighting, further indicating that she was around that night; if she was, what was Cece’s purpose of being there that night? And why was she dressed so strikingly similar to Alison?

How long was Melissa by the Dilaurentis house that night, considering a significant time passes from Jessica burying Alison to Alison being saved by Mrs Grunwald?

Who attacked Mona in her house? And why hasn’t she revealed any of the individual’s features to the liars?

Why did the liars only recently reveal they knew Mona was aware Alison was alive all this time, instead of trying to gather more information from her when they should’ve in 5A?

During an end credit in season 4 (Episode; Bite your tongue), Tippi the bird calls the individual (seemingly A) Board Shorts; however, Ezra is supposed to be Board Shorts. We also know full well that Tippy is now in A’s (Charle’s) control. Why did Tippy call A Board Shorts, if Ezra is Board Shorts and not A? 


Sigil Sunday #2

“No one enters this with room without my permission.”

[I am so sorry for my terrible computer drawing skills…  Dx ]

This is one that I made for a protection charm I hung above the door to my room.  I made it (very soon) after my new roommate stood in the doorway, looking at everything in my room, and so kindly informed me that she is super nosy.  Definitely got the feeling, from the way she was acting, that she would have gone in and dug around in my things if I hadn’t been in the room.  x: <

As far as the imagery goes, it’s two-fold.  On the one hand, it’s kind of like a little castle (the room)  surrounded by three rings of walls, with very limited entry points, and a bunch of big spikes on the outer wall, to deter anyone from trying to get in.

On the other hand, it looks like a scary Legend of Zelda boss-eye radiating get the fuck out vibes at you, and it’s going to continue to stare at you and make you very uncomfortable until you do.

I hope this was helpful to you!  Check out more Sigil Sunday posts here! :D

Malec Week Day #002 (2/7)

Here we go. Day Two is into the Future Day. I actually wanted to draw sth for this, but I haven’t drawn in too long and I couldn’t work anything out as quickly as the idea of doing fanart popped into my head, so I opted for writing sth instead… (as usual).

I feel like I’ve written a lot of Future!Malec, because most of my drabbles seem to somehow take place after the ending of CoHF, so I’ve dug something out that sat on my computer for a while and finished it.

Inspired a little by this: So yes, we could kiss. I could kiss you and you cold kiss me. There’s no science, plane ticket or clock stopping us. But if we kiss, it will end the world. And I’ve ended the world before. No one survived. Least of all me. (Ian Thomas, I Wrote This For You)

In the first few days, they tread more careful around each other then before. It’s like whatever game they were playing before - the back and forth, the lies and hidden truths - has become invalid in the face of the truth: This matters far to much. To either of them.

Alec tries to meet the warlock word after word, voicing thoughts instead of silencing them. Very early on, after this new start, the nephilim comes to sit across the warlock on the floor. It feels like to much so soon, an end of the floating around halfway between some decisions and a bit like landing on the ground after jumping from somewhere very high. (Magnus thinks his feline affinity should probably help him land on his feet, but fears it might not.)

They talk about some of that thoughts that led Alec on that darker path, that threating moments of their relationship, and the nephilim says: “It just hit me right in that moment, how we’d never have something as simple as ‘until death does us part’. I know how stupid it was, but it was a blow that knocked all the breath out of my lungs.”

Oh, my Alec. You’ve been so sad. I didn’t know. Magnus remembers his own words, feels them echo in the space around them and their hands find each other halfway. A gentle smile flickers over Alec’s face.

Then, the nephilim moves to press close. The warlock can feel the tenseness of his body as if he fears that he would be breaking something with admitting the truth. (But he wouldn’t. Sticks and stones.) Magnus wants to smooth the frown on his love’s face, gently kisses him. There is something like an apology in the way that the finally settle down in a tangle of arms and limps, slotting easily into the empty spaces around each other’s bodies.

Magnus kisses Alec’s face, his collarbone, trying to make him understand that his doubts were okay. They could work on that, they could improve together. (But Magnus wanted that sadness in his eyes gone.)

The only problem was that even later, when they are cuddled together under the blankets, the nephilim sleeping against his side (and Alec desperately needs to sleep more, Magnus wants the dark circles under his eyes gone) a part of the warlock fells faintly guilty. It’s a nagging train of thought at the back of his head.

Oh darling, Magnus thinks at the nephilim sleeping over his heart, there is a great many things I haven’t told you back then. There is a great many things I haven’t told you yet either. But that’s fine, we’ll work on that and we’ll figure out a way for you to know, to learn all these details.

But, oh sweet love, there is those things that I won’t tell you ever. Not because I’m keeping secrets, but because I like to think that you love me the way that I love you. And if you do, if you do only by the tiniest fraction, I’m scared of making you despair. Because what I haven’t told you either is that I was lost the moment I allowed you into my heart. Because we kissed and we found each other’s souls are of one kind. And not earth, nor heaven or hell could have stopped us from being together.

But the truth is, the beginning of our love story was the beginning of the end of my world. I ended the world before, I outlived others before. But this time it’s you, and it’s infinitely worse. And I might not be able to see the future, the outcome of us, but I remember that I ended the world before. No one survived. Least of all me. So what does this tell us about our end?

(And Alec shifts against his side on the bed, his arms suddendly a bit tighter and something like a frown passing his face for a second. “We’ll make every moment count. I promise”, the nephilim whispers and oh, he hadn’t been asleep after all, had he? Magnus presses a kiss to the side of his head and wills his mind to stop spinning.)

My mother started lecturing me on how I don’t move enough and need to exercise… And??? I wanted to? I even dug out gym clothes. Only guess it doesn’t matter that I plan to, or asked my dad if i can join him on weekeneds or that I promised my mother to play badminton with her once the weather is good. She said I should at least take a walk “i was in the city all day three years in a row” “well that wasn’t walking” “it sure as fuck wasn’t drivig a car and I’m not buying bus tickets for every little trip??” “Still…”. Me being sick doesn’t matter “Val your lungs are failing because you don’t train them…” SURELY NOT BECAUSE I AM SICK AND CONSTEUCTION SITE DUST AND PEOPLE SMOKING AROUND ME. SURELY NOT THAT

Young Love

This was a humbling sort of peace. XI sat alone in the control room listening to the soft hum of his ship, his mood reflective. Deeper aboard, his returned husband was spending time with their son, catching up and consoling one another over their ordeals. They deserved the time together. Here, XI could enjoy the knowledge that his family was complete again, however damaged.

After some time, he wandered around the console, stroking the TARDIS’s panels, considering a short walk somewhere. He would be careful and go armed; taking few risks that Harkness might grab him and kick another support out from beneath them. An idea struck him, a certain nostalgia. What if I could see him before Harkness ever got his mitts on him? Just a quick look, a few hundred years back maybe. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it. Only a look, nothing to screw up our future.

Accessing the psychic circuits, XI dug his fingers into the membrane and closed his eyes. “Come on, old girl, let’s try something new. Back before he even knows I’m gone.”

Giggling to himself, XI waited for the TARDIS to land and then bolted out of the door. His stupid smile faded after several yards of stumbling through red grass. Too busy staring up at the orange sky, XI did not notice the adolescent nearby.

“Oh, shit. Too far.”


Welcome AcaChild: Chap 3

In case you guys are still following my oneshots, they are up on fanfiction.net under my username Barkateer1Fan. Enjoy!

“Are you sure Aubrey is qualified to take care of a two year old? I mean, what if she is just as much as a bitc–a jerk as she was when she ran the Bellas?” Beca corrected herself, as she took notice of her wife’s disapproving glare and curious daughter’s sudden mimicking nature.

“We really don’t have much of a choice Beca. I don’t want to bring my daughter into my childhood home, knowing what could happen. She doesn’t need to be tainted in that environment. If you were going to stay here with Em, we wouldn’t need Aubrey.” Chloe said somewhat harshly as she dug through her suitcase for her dinner clothes.

Beca immediately felt guilty for stressing her wife more than she already was. Despite the bubbly and overly happy appearance Chloe showed, she lived in a harsh reality growing up. Her mother in particular, was a sore topic Chloe didn’t like to talk about. What appeared to be the perfect, well-rounded family to the public, it was anything but. Mrs. Beale proved to be extremely unreliable, her drinking and smoking problem, resulted in Chloe practically raising her younger brother and sister, while their mother went to the bar during all hours. By the time Chloe was seven, she was responsible for taking care of her then four year old brother Gabe, and two year old sister Ellie while her mother went “to the store” and her father worked. Wars were fought between the Beale parents almost constantly when her father figured out his wife’s secrets, even to the point of her mother taking Ellie one night after a heated arguement. It was horrible. Chloe’s father had to physically restrain the then eight year old Chloe when her mother took the sleeping child away. Despite threats of divorce, her father could never pull through with it, even after his wife hurt him repeatedly and his children. He loved her and she needed him. Beca now knew why Chloe had been so upset and reluctant to leave the Bellas for so long. They really were her family, and probably the most stable family she had ever had.

“You know I wouldn’t let you face them alone.” Beca replied a little one more quietly, as she took a seat next to the blonde on the hotel bed.

“My brother and sister are going to be there…you don’t understand Becs, they aren’t like me.”

“I met your sister at the wedding. She seemed nice.”

“You haven’t met Gabe…he is just really angry at both my parents. None of us have seen him for a couple of years…and Ellie doesn’t like my mom. She is the reason she left to train to be a doctor in another country…the thought of everyone in the same room…it’s just not going to be turn out right.” Chloe concluded, tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. Once she made eye contact with her toddler, confused on why he Mama was crying, Chloe quickly put a smile on her face. While Beca shut people out, Chloe pushed her negatives feeling down and pretended to be happy for the sake of everyone else’s feelings. It made Beca feel sick that her wife felt that she had to keep up with the happy image for the sake of people; especially to the losers who didn’t deserve it.

“Babe…you can cry. You deserve to have your voice heard and to let your emotions show. You have had to be this ray of sunshine for your whole life, but you don’t have to be that way with me or Emily. Remember how you wanted me to be more open and  not bottle everything up? That applies to you too.” Beca said, as she grabbed her wife’s chin to bring her eyes to her own.

“That’s who I am Bec. I am supposed to the happy, bubbly girl. I always have, that’s who people know me as.” Chloe answered in a whisper, afraid that her wife and daughter would hear the crack that threatened to escape in her voice.

“You know who I see you as? The most kind woman in the world, who would sacrifice her own happiness for someone, even if they didn’t deserve it. The girl who loves so freely, and sees the potential in loner, alt girls in the shower, and fought for her when nobody else did. The girl who took my heart and changed my ideas on the importance of love and marriage.” By this point, the two mother’s had inched closer to each other, their foreheads touching. Emily, whom had been watching on the floor intently, had waddled over, and struggled to climb the bed. Noticing her daughter, Beca adjusted Chloe to her lap, while managing to pull Emily on the bed. Chloe seemed to be in a daze, the tears flowing silently, as she snuggled close to Beca. Emily looked up at Beca for answers.

“Mama sad?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, baby girl.”

Emily crawled cautiously over to her Mama and sat in her lap. “Mama, it okay to be sad. Me and Mommy make it better.” Emily mimicked as she nuzzled her head into her Mama’s stomach. Chloe had literally used the same phrase with Emily when she was scared one night. Chloe cradled her daughter’s small form, as her chin rested on Emily’s head and Beca’s rested on Chloe’s.

“Just like Emily said, it is okay to be sad Chlo. Your feelings are just as valid as hers.”

“I just hope I don’t disappoint her like my mother did…” Chloe finally answered, as she stroked her fingers through Emily’s dark hair.

“That makes two of us.” Beca thought back to her own mother whom she rarely spoke to. After her father had left when Beca was twelve, Beca’s mother delved into her career to deal with her heartbreak, often leaving the new teenager to fend for herself. Though her mother was present, Beca felt like both of her parents had abandoned her, and it hurt like hell. Having her father back in her life had started to mend her broken heart after he had apologized, but her mother still seemed too busy for her only child.

“But you know what good does come out of all of this?” Beca asked, as she titled her head down to meet those beautiful bright blue eyes of Chloe’s. It felt weird for Beca to be on this end, bringing optimism to her usual cheery wife. But she would do anything to make her wife feel better. Chloe finally peeked up to meet Beca’s eyes, curiosity glistening in them. Beca smiled, as she brushed a stray hair from Chloe’s face.

“We learn from their mistakes. If anything, we will be loving this one to death before either of us leave her side.”

Chloe had calmed down since then, as both her and Beca continued to get ready for their dinner at the Beale’s home.

“If nothing good comes from tonight, we still have DisneyWorld to look forward to. I can’t wait for Em to meet Belle. She is going to freak.” Beca said, as she finished applying the last part of her eyeliner. Chloe smiled.

“DisneyWorld was always the best part about living here in Florida. And the nice beaches and warm weather. I don’t think I could have survived in such rainy state like Oregon.” Beca shrugged, as she heard someone knock on the front door.

“It’s Aub-wee!” She heard Emily scream as little feet padded to the door, and Beca raced to catch up with the excitable toddler, scooping her up.

“Remember, only adults can answer the door, Monkey.” Beca lightly scolded, as she opened the door expecting only her former Bella Captain, but was greeted by the whole group.

“Heeyyyy Shawshank!” Fat Amy exclaimed first, as she pushed her way to the front and pulled Beca into a tight hug, lifting her feet off the ground.

“Auntie Patricia! It hurting!” Emily squealed and the larger blonde put down her former Captain, before plucking the little girl from Beca.

“Gee Shorty, you are getting huge! Can’t call you shorty anymore, you will be taller than your Mommy before long.” Fat Amy teased, dismissing the toddler calling her Patricia. It was adorable when she did, Amy admitted, but only when Emily did. Not that she would let any of the other Bellas know that.

“No, I Shorty!” Emily insisted.

“Not that I don’t like having you guys here but, why are you?” Beca asked, as Chloe came out of the bathroom and beamed at the sight of all the Bellas in the small hotel room.

“Well…Aubrey told me that she was coming to help you guys out and…I forced her to let me come…so I told everyone else that we were all going to DisneyWorld…” Stacie confessed, but she didn’t look all that sorry. “I couldn’t let my lady love go alone.” Stacie and Aubrey had finally made their relationship official a couple of months ago, and were pretty much inseparable.

“They all just showed up at the airport, I swear. It was not my intention to have a Bella retreat at Disney World.” Aubrey said next, as Emily reached for her next.

“Figured we could all could babysit the Acachild though.” Fat Amy explained. “They say it takes a village to raise one of these, and we are sorta one.”

“Yes, please Mommy?” Emily asked, perking up at the thought of all her aunties staying with her for the night. Beca looked over at her wife for an answer.

“What do you think Chlo?”

“Sure, I guess. Wish Cynthia Rose was here though. Her and Amber are fostering a couple kids now and they know what they are doing…” Chloe trailed off, suddenly worried for her daughter’s sake. She loved the Bellas dearly, but they were a rowdy bunch. But if that meant more eyes were on Emily while her and Beca were gone, I guess she couldn’t worry too much.

“Okay…no cursing, no talking about inappropriate things…” Beca glanced at Stacie momentarily, who feigned looking hurt. “Bedtime is at 8 to 8:30. Just keep an eye on her please. Here is some money for pizza for dinner, and there are some snacks if she is still hungry. We should be back by 10 if everything goes as planned…”

“Well, aren’t you super mom.” Stacie teased.

“I am serious, dudes. If anything happens to her…”

“The Hobbit will get us?” Stacie pressed on, but was answered with Beca’s famous smirks.

“I was more concerned about your safety when Ginger Mama gets through with you.”

All the former Bellas froze, fear washed across their faces. Beca was the one with the temper who was known for a quick punch or yelling, but Chloe’s anger was not to be messed with; or even to be teased with. It wasn’t necessarily the yelling they feared; it was the guilt trip she possessed.

Chloe just smiled at Beca’s threat, before grabbing her wife’s hand and leading her to Aubrey who still held Emily.

“Alright baby, we will be back later. Keep an eye on your aunties, but you listen to them. Give me a kiss big girl. Love you.” Chloe said as she pecked her daughter’s lips, followed by Beca. “You are in charge Bree. Call if you need anything.”

“Don’t worry about is you two. If I could handle the Bellas, I can handle a two year old.” Aubrey said confidently as she lead the mothers out the door.

“You ready Chlo?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be. Glad you are there with me.”

“Always babe. You think Em will be okay, though?”

Chloe laughed. “They will keep her alive, but if Aubrey choked when running the Bellas, I won’t be surprised if there is throw up when we get back. You know how Emily is when it is time for bed.”

“Does anyone know how to change one of these things?” Aubrey said in disgust revolving the toddler’s diaper. It was pushing nine o’clock and the little girl didn’t show any sign of slowing down for the night. She was pretty content most of the night, spending time with all her aunts, being the sweet child they knew. Until now. She was overtired and her crying was loud and whiny. Jessica walked in and shooed the tall blonde away from the crying child, as she proceeded to change Emily. Once she was done, she wrangled some pjs on her and cradled her. All the Bellas looked at her in awe. How did this woman who seemed they were barely present half the time, know what to do?

“None of you ever babysitted in your teenage years?” She asked, raising a brow.

“I babysat a dog once…but it suddenly went missing.” Lily said as her eyes darted to all the women in the room. Only Flo heard her, but due to her upbringing, nothing these American girls was strange.

“Never thought I would get the chance to raise my own children. I lived way longer than I expected.” answered Flo with a shrug.

“Why you cryin, Shorty? I thought we were having fun?” Fat Amy finally asked the obviously distressed toddler.

“I…I want….my…mama, and and…mommmmmyyyy!!!” Emily stammered before letting out another wail.

“Take her Aubrey, she likes you the most. Ashley, you need to help me look up something.” Jessica said as she put Emily back into Aubrey’s arms. Aubrey just looked around to the Bellas panicked, as she tried to smoothly rock the toddler standing up.

“You are going to medical school Stace, what do we do?”

“I don’t know! I am a gynecologist, I only do the baby inside the women!” Stacie said defensively, shooting her arms up in fake surrender.

Ashley and Jessica came back with a laptop set up on the World Champion’s performance video.

“Look Em, it’s your mommies.” Ashley said cheerily, as she pointed to the mother’s on the screen. “They are gonna sing to us.” Emily’s crying stopped, but she looked confused at the screen.

“Mama hair red?” she asked, as all the Bellas laughed. “It used to be. Now, let’s listen.” Aubrey said, as she massaged the toddler’s back. Aubrey knew that Emily always liked that when she was a baby.

They watched it several times, Emily getting more and more sleepy as they replayed it. She finally looked up at Aubrey, and played with her blonde locks.

“You sing, Aub-wee?” Aubrey blushed. She hadn’t sung really ever since she left the Bellas, but according to all the faces of her former Bella mates, she nodded. aubrey decided that “Crazy Youngsters” that Cynthia Rose wrote for the Worlds was too fast paced for a lullaby, she went to the first song that popped in her head.

“I got my ticket for the long way round

Two bottles of whiskey for the way

And I sure would like some sweet company

And I’m leaving tomorrow, what do you say.”

The Bellas smiled, the same memory of them singing this all those years ago at the retreat. The song that brought them back together and regained their sound they had lost. They all joined in, harmonizing just like they did on that day. Like nothing had changed.

“When I’m gone

When I’m gone

You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone

You’re gonna miss me by my hair

You’re gonna miss me everywhere, oh

You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.”

Beca and Chloe tiptoed back in, to see Emily laying on top of Aubrey on the hotel bed, the Bellas surrounding them, (some piled on top of each other) all asleep.

“Guess the little monkey tired them out.” Beca whispered. “Should we wake them up?”

“Naw, let them sleep. They deserve it.” Chloe whispered back.

“Where are we supposed to sleep?”

“We can cuddle on the couch. That okay?” Chloe said, as she caressed her wife’s neck with kisses. Beca let out a low moan, before giving her a smirk. Beca was putty in the former redheads hands.

“I have always had a thing about cuddling with you in tight spaces Beale.”

beldejour asked:

I love and miss Holden so I hope the straus thing means he's connected because he's beautiful

Oh my god. yes. Shane Coffey’s portrayal of Holden was delightfully creepy. He felt like a very dimensional character in a show where character development comes second. And it felt like he was going to really be important for a few episodes, and then they were just like “OK, We’re ready to get this  Ezria train back on track. Bye Felicia.”

I really want closure with him. So I will find anything. I still think he was in the diner with Em the night she dug up the grave. the reflection looks like him.