Went and saw Beauty and the Beast, and I just had to share my experience because it was so pure?
So, like, I get into the theater, find myself a nice spot smack dab midscreen, which is WAY EASIER without thirty people traipsing in behind you in a group, lemme tell you, and I’m just sitting there, by my lonesome, scrolling tumblr and watching whatever weird stuff they’ve got on screen, and a family comes to sit in my row, which was the only empty one not right in front of the screen. Sat down what I thought was a seat away from me until I saw a little girl in an adorable ass red dress climbing over mom and dad to sit next to me.
Totally fine. I was just off of center and they got to sit right in the middle of the screen, and when she finally gets settled this little girl looks up at me, with a soda half her size in one hand, and somehow both popcorn and candy in her tiny little lap, and she stage whispers to her mom:
“She’s by herself!”
Mom looks embarrassed, but I smile and wave off the apology.
I go back to my phone, only to realize someone is tugging at my sleeve. Little girl looks up at me, all wide eyes and curiosity, and holds out a napkin filled with popcorn and chocolate. Like, I remember being a kid, and I remember how important candy and popcorn at the theater are, and I think she thought she was saving my life by offering this sustenance.
I almost fucking cried guys, kids are the best.
So I take it and thank her and let her talk my ear off for a few minutes until she needs a drink because she has been talking SO MUCH her mouth is dry. This kid is going places, guys, I’m telling you right now, because she picked up that cup the size of her torso like a champ and angled the straw just right and continued to try to talk to me around her gulps.
While this is happening, on the other side of me another mom and daughter sat down, and, turns out, the girls know each other. I’m guessing, based on the gumption of Red Dress, that they probably met in the lobby before they went into the theater.
Girl number 2, I’ll call her Princess Dress, because it was a fantastic dress and when I told her so she proceeded to point to every princess along the neck and name them and give me their Stats, proceeds to have a conversation across me with Red Dress.
Both sets of parents were looking like they wanted to bury their heads in their hands, but I was having a blast.
Anyway, eventually lights go down, we get into the movie, and for the most part Red and Princess were content, although every so often Red made sure to pass me a handful of sticky half-melted chocolate.
Watching a live action version of a movie that I watched for the first time when I was their age was a fuckin’ trip, man. Like. I got super emotional over things I didn’t expect to, and during the wolf scenes I was actually mildly distressed, because Princess was gripping the hand rest so hard on my right I thought she was gonna break it. Any scene I laughed or snorted at got a peal of laughter from my two new best friends, so hopefully no one has to go home and explain why I nearly snorted out my drink during “Be Our Guest” when they went for a visual gag for “After all miss, this is France!”.
During the ballroom scene, Red turned to her mom and whispered “The Beast is handsome!” and it took so much for me not to lean over and whisper back “Girl same.”
But my favorite, MY VERY FAVORITE part of this whole experience was when Gaston shot the Beast - FOR THE THIRD TIME HOLY HELL I KNEW IT WAS DARK BUT GODDAMN THIS IS A KIDS MOVIE ISN’T IT - Red patted my arm because yeah, okay, I was maybe crying a little, look, I know what happens but the movie made me feel things okay. Anyway, she like, pushes herself up in her seat and leans in close and she goes “It’s okay. He’s gonna be okay.”
The point is, children are so pure, and everyone should always watch movies with strangers.
I don’t know how many people know about this particular TAZ Theory but I discovered it last night in the TAZ Subreddit. There are thread discussions about this here and here. There could be more but these were the two I found.
In summary, the theory in general pertains to the fact that Angus might not be all that he seems, and that he might be a dragon in disguise. Specifically a Silver Dragon. Under the cut because this came out really long! (Don’t worry there’s a tldr at the bottom)
So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.
To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.
First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.
And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD. Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.
First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.
Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse
victim.There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were
threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the
right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent
him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is
very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her
insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of
taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him
lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how
he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister,
written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed
suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his
sister and actually cared about her.
Connor’s mom, Cynthia
Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with
reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than
anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental
illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was
there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She
pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it
because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went,
“welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom
might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s
ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s
mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s
forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s
what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal
Connor’s dad, Larry
Connor’s dad might be one of the main
sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad
believed him to be a disappointment.He didn’t grieve for his dead
son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the
whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was
fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t
friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need
to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went
to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy
family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had
some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this,
though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I
think that sums it up.
Connor was a complicated person. He had
many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he
probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it
already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not
have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him,
the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly
unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably
hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that
could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling
himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is
something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot
of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his
family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The
problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the
potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say
sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted
to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.
This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.
Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.
Dean woke up around 5am on Monday morning. It had been three months since you, his 18 year old sister, had decided to take your own life. Him and Sam never got a note, you were just gone and that was all they knew. They were too late to save you and that bothered him. Every morning since that day he woke up at 5am. He realised there was no going back to sleep so he climbed out of bed and headed to the door. When he opened the door he was surprised to be greeted with a small box in front of his feet. Dean looked left and right and noticed Sam wasn’t around to have just placed the box there. He sighed, picked it up, shut his door and walked back to his bed.
As he opened up the box he was confused as he noticed that all was inside were tapes. Why would someone give him a box of tapes? Dean rummaged through the box on his shelf and found his old tape player that John had given him when he was a kid and wanted to listen to AC/DC. He put the first mysterious tape inside the player and pressed play.
“Hello,” the familiar voice that he hadn’t heard for three months spoke which almost hurt his ears to know that he could hear in tape form. He must have been mistaken… It couldn’t be!
“My name is Y/N Winchester,” your tape continued. “I am making these tapes because I want to tell you why I ended my life. And if you’re listening to this…” The tape paused for a moment and Dean waited in suspense. “You’re one of the reasons why.”
They told us Eurus, Redbeard, and Sherlock were all the same person in TAB
Do you remember the part where Sherlock drags his friends to Ricoletti’s grave and we think it’s real, but it’s actually mind palace?
The grave stone says “Emelia Ricoletti, Beloved Sister”
Sherlock jumps in and starts panting like a dog. He shovels dirt with his hands, digging like a hound with paws.
Sherlock is all three people.
“My husband is three people”
The Final Problem makes sense only in subtext. Whether you think it’s John’s MP or Sherlock’s MP, that’s still up for debate. I’m officially siding with Sherlock’s because there are flashbacks to the waterfall scene from TAB in TFP, which means both of those episodes must have been experienced by the same character, and I don’t think it was John for both.
Sherlock DID have a friend named Victor Trevor, but his death happened much later in Sherlock’s life. Because of that Sherlock took to hard drugs as a young adult, not as a child. There are two separate deaths he combined together to create TFP.
Redbeard was an imaginary friend. Sherlock didn’t have friends, we know this. He wanted to be a pirate – Mycroft remembers and misses that carefree child.
So what changed Sherlock’s mind? Why did the cold, logical, calculating machine take over and get rid of Sherlock’s imaginary friend?
Mycroft. He kept calling Sherlock “a stupid little boy”, saying “you always were so stupid”. Sherlock even says Mycroft thought he was an idiot. Sherlock stopped being “stupid” and tried to emulate his big brother – the only person in his life that would tolerate him. He tried solving the Carl Powers case and boom! Sherlock Holmes the little detective was born. This is why Mycroft brought up Redbeard at the wedding – “Hey, don’t get involved, remember when you had to resort to imaginary friends like a pathetic little child?” makes a lot more sense than “Hey, don’t get involved, remember your dead friend Victor who disappeared because our secret sister killed him?”.
Eurus represents the crushing logic that destroys everything Sherlock loves.
Because it’s happened before. Twice we’ve seen Sherlock’s mind explain how Victor died, we just didn’t know it.
Summary: You explain everything to Kathryn after faking your way through the rest of the convention. Back in Vancouver, you and Jared have to have a serious talk about the future of your pregnancy Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Jensen, Kathryn Newton Words: 4.6k Warnings: pregnancy, angst, smut Beta: @blacksiren
Title: The Promise (Mechanic!Dean x Reader, Best Friends AU). Part 1.
Summary: When Dean Winchester was a little kid, he met a girl that would change his life. So, he stood by her through thick and thin and every time people asked him what home was to him all he could think of was her beautiful smile and her big, bright eyes and the sound of her laughter. Because, like Melville used to say, his home was not down in any map. True places never are.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Mary and John Winchester (mentioned), Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Leslie (OFC, only mentioned), Lisa Braeden
Word count: 7217 (I know, I know, it’s a monster fic but I hope it’s worth it)
Warnings: Language. Lots of fluff. Angst. Divorche, mentions of an almost-fatal car accident and drunk driving, death of a parent. Kid Dean (trust me that should be a warning). Lots of feels.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats ‘s 2K Follower Challenge. Michelle, congratulations on your milestone, you deserve it so much!
Thank you for organizing this and for letting me participate. I had tons of fun writing this.
Now into the fic, my prompt was “
We’ll figure it out. We always do.” and it is included in the text below in bold. (This is an AU, written entirely from Dean’s POV and hopefully they’ll be more parts.)
Dean was five years old when he met the girl that would change his life.
Of course, he was too young to know it
then, but that didn’t stop Lady Luck from working her magic.
Everything started at the playground just a few blocks away from his
house. The little Y/H/C girl was there again that morning, just like the last
two times, jumping off the swing like she could fly, but Dean didn’t want to
leave his mum and his brother alone to go talk to her. So, he stayed away,
stealing glances every now and then, until another boy, older than him and
plainly mean, shoved her off the
swing and made her fall flat on her butt.
The girl gasped in surprise, her bottom lip wobbling and Dean knew he had to do something about it because he hated seeing girls cry; it reminded him
of that time his parents spent the entire night fighting, and of the next
morning, when his mother’s eyes were red and puffy and he had to hug her and
tell her that joke about the stick being brown and sticky to make her laugh.
So, the green-eyed boy walked to that annoying kid, told him to leave
her alone and when he didn’t listen and made fun of her again, Dean punched him
so hard that his stupid Pokemon hat
flew off and his whole face turned red.
A few seconds later, Stupid Hat
was leaving with his tail between his legs and Dean was turning towards the
girl that looked like a scared little bird, her big Y/E/C eyes wide open.
“Are you okay?” he implored, taking a step forward.
She nodded solemnly and looked down on the ground.
“Are you going to be mean to me like he was?” she asked.
Dean shook his head.
“No. He was an idiot. Here, give me your hand.” He said and she obeyed,
smiled shyly at him.
I’m sorry my requests are coming out so slow. I am never home this time a year. Requests are open!
Prompt: @sassybasiliskvenom : So I want a peter parker x reader and the reader is Tony’s daughter! Also if not too triggering the reader is bullied at school and Peter tells Tony who gathers the Avengers and they come to the school and kinda get really mad at the kids after the kids get really excited because ‘oh my gosh the Avengers are here!’ (oooo and can you please mention them referring to her as like their niece when they come to the school?!) Thank you so much!!
A/N: Honestly my favorite thing is Peter falling for Tony’s daughter so this is perfect. And I tried to work the niece thing but it didn’t come out the way you asked but it’s there.
I also took the liberty of putting the Avengers back together so a little disclaimer
Warnings: bullying (very minor), language, cheesy
You sat in the parking lot for 15 minutes. You were still trying to muster up enough courage to walk into school. There was no way you were going to be able to survive the day without one of them coming over and attempting to ruin your life in increasingly creative ways.
Finally, after 5 more minutes of trying to convince yourself, you walked into school. The day was going well, too well. And gym class was the perfect time to have it ruined. Now gym class was never a horrible class for you until you met the ever famous gym stars. A gym star is someone who may or may not be an athlete who tries super hard to be impressive in gym class. 5th-period gym was not only filled with overachievers but also the two girls that hated you most. Luckily they spent their time away from you today and you could quietly enjoy a game of volleyball on the opposite side of the gym. The side away from the locker rooms.
You were unaware of their strike until you open your locker. Your gym bag was full and didn’t fit in your locker so you set it to the side. Giving the girls their chance to ruin your day. MJ walked over to you with a wadded up ball of paper towels.
“You’re gonna need these,” she said once she passed them to you. You stared at her confused until she pointed towards the toilets.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” your voice was too calm. MJ put her hand on your shoulder trying to calm the storm raging inside. Your shoulders slumped and you went to retrieve your clothes. You literally had to wring them out they were so wet and you couldn’t help but feel a tear run down your cheek.
You made your way to lunch as bravely as you could. First, it had been words, simple insults nothing you were going to let bother you. But it escalated quickly, honestly, you were starting to believe you deserved it. But at the same time what did you do to deserve any of this?
You slid across the bench next to Peter. He looked at you a frown.
“You do know it’s 15 degrees outside?”
“Yeah I’m well aware,” you snapped at him. He looked at you with concern. You opened your bag and pulled out your soaked jeans.
“Again?” he asked with sadness in his voice. You nodded slowly. Peter gritted his teeth and sat up straight. “I can’t believe you just go on with your life. How can you let them get away with that? You’re (Y/N) Stark for God’s sake!”
“(Y/N), I am not going to sit here and let them take advantage of you!” Peter stood up and scanned the cafeteria. You just tugged on his shirt, begging him to sit down. He sat down in a huff. You leaned on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you.
“It’s ok. I promise,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster. Peter didn’t believe a word but he had a plan.
That evening at the Avenger’s Tower, Peter devised the ultimate plan. He sat down with all of them and explained the situation. Tony was the first to have an outburst.
“And she didn’t tell me!” Tony was pacing. Everyone else looked just as concerned. You were family and they were going to do anything to help.
“What are we supposed to do? Beat up a bunch of teenage girls?” Natasha asked completely serious. “I’ll do it just tell me who to punch.” Peter shook his head ‘no’, Nat frowned.
“Um, yeah let’s not do that. I was thinking you could just scare them. I know it’s not what you usually do, just do what you do best: protect.”
The next day was great, relatively speaking. You had no idea of Peter’s crazy plan until you pulled into the parking lot that morning. All the Avengers were standing in a pack in front of a crowd of teens. All the kids begging for photos and autographs. Even the people who relentlessly bullied you stood there begging for photos. If only they knew. Sure they knew you were a Stark but they had no idea that you were so close with the others.
Peter kept walking a huge smile on his face. You, on the other hand, made your way to the crowd. Your dad caught you out of the corner of your eye. Your eyes widen to the size of basketballs.
‘What are you doing here?’ you mouthed to him. His mask was down but you know he saw you. Kids continued to ask for autographs and photos while Peter walked over to you. Your dad lifted his mask.
“Now you’re probably wondering why we’re all here. Our job as the Avengers is to protect people the evil of the world,” you rolled your eyes, but he kept talking. “Some people here need that protecting from certain evils such as being stuffed in lockers or having their clothes flushed down the toilet. Those who commit such acts will have to deal with us and I really don’t think you want to do that.” Your dad smiled at the girls who had been causing your anguish for the past couple months. They shrunk away, trying to leave unnoticed, while other students looked uncomfortable. Some kids cheered as they watched certain people leave, their guilt apparent. Peter squeezed your hand, you hadn’t even noticed him standing there. He was beaming with happiness and pride.
The Avengers stood and talked with some lingering students. But you began to walk away with Peter still holding your hand.
“Did you plan this?” you asked with a smirk on your lips.
“I don’t know who planned it but it was definitely the work of a genius.”
“Thank you,” you said quietly. Peter stopped walking and turned to face you.
“You’re very welcome!” he sounded so happy, the pride in his voice evident as well. You leaned in to give him a hug and you rested your head on his shoulder.
“I love you,” you whispered. But the bell rang and you quickly kissed his cheek. “See you later Peter!”
“See ya- wait what- What was that?! (Y/N)!” he called after you but you were already inside. Peter smiled anyway and whispered to you even though you were already out of sight, “I love you too.”
It had been a week since Yoongi’s party at Pearl, an entire seven days since your father had disappeared into thin air; and a whole one hundred and sixty eight hours since your brother decided to call the police, regardless of the anonymous threats. As much as you loved Yoongi you couldn’t shake the bad feeling away from your figure, the text message had very clear instructions. Don’t show the police, or people will die. And with your dad still missing it was impossible not to entertain the idea.
“Y/N? Hello? Are you in here?” Maggie, the Exhibit gossip forum’s editor in chief and your overall boss, flicked your forehead with her perfectly manicured bubblegum pink nails to regain your attention.
“I’m so sorry… What were you saying?” You hummed in an attempt to salvage the embarrassing situation, you had no idea what she was talking to you about, truth be told you didn’t even realise she was there until her acrylic nail was leaving behind a small indentation on your skin.
“The threatening mystery texts, your dad’s disappearance! It’s all just dreadful… Will you run it?” She hollowed her thin cheeks out until you could see a map of her high cheekbones as she raised her brows expectantly.
There was no denying she was beautiful, she had rich dark brown flawless skin and her hair was shaved short and dyed red, her winged eyeliner was sharp enough to cut someone and her fashion choices were beyond Lady Gaga’s wildest imagination. But unfortunately for her you saw right through her fur coats and fake personality, she was the head cheerleader who never grew up; she was a bitch.
“Wait so you want me to run the story… About my missing dad? And include the anonymous messages?” You paraphrased eyes wide with shock, dumbfounded by her complete lack of human decency.
You ran inside your old house, it felt strange to be home. But that’s where this place was… Home. Your place with John was never a home, it was just a motel; a room with four walls. That’s not what a home meant to you, it was a person more than a place. That person to you was your mom and you needed her now more than ever.
When you opened up the door you had expected her to be on the couch watching a movie or something. The TV was on, however she wasn’t there. Your mom would never have left the TV on and gone to bed, so where the hell was she? You shut the door behind you and checked in the living room once more.
Heading up the stairs you heard the noise of the TV from her room. Why would the upstairs and downstairs TV be on?
“Mom?” You called out, but there was no answer. “Mom, it’s me, Y/N… I’m sorry, things didn’t work out with John.”
You walked into her room and saw her foot hanging off the end of the bed. You figured she must have fallen asleep while watching TV. You smiled as you thought of her peacefully laying there and not having to worry about anything. You wanted to cover her with a blanket but as soon as you walked in, you saw something you weren’t prepared for.
Legit confused anon, I know Bitch Hartman tends to be a bad writer but what else has he done to scare the fanbase so badly?
Alright dear anon, sit down, Grandpa Leo is going to tell you a little story about the Olden Days.
You know how hellish the SU fandom is with their shipping? Remember that drama the GF fandom had regarding authorial intent? Imagine that but with a creator that’s actually homophobic and actively antagonizes and aggravates the fanbase.
Basically, way back in the early 2000s, Hartman was (from what i recall) somewhat active on certain forums, where most of the Danny Phantom fans hung out (Danny Phantom’s original run was 2004-2007 if that gives you an idea of what The Internet was like back then. Facebook was just starting to get popular, smartphones weren’t really a thing yet, etc).
So at some point, someone asked him how he felt about fanfiction, because these were Dark Days when people plastered disclaimers all over their fanfics so they wouldn’t get sued (you know, that thing that you youngsters keep complaining about whenever you find one in a particularly old fanfic: It’s there so we don’t get sued), and knowing where a creator stood on these issues was Important Information.
Now, I wasn’t old enough to be online unsupervised yet (I was nine when Danny Phantom first came out and my parents were strict) and I took the whole ‘you must have your parents permission to make an account’ thing very seriously so it wouldn’t be until about 2007-2008 until I discovered the concept of fandom (during my Speed Racer phase) and by then the Danny Phantom fans were already in the thick of it. I don’t recall exactly what he said, but the gist of it is this:
“I don’t mind fanfiction and fanart as long as no one’s gay”
This, naturally, caused a Ruckus (they were called ‘ship wars’ at the time, I don’t know if the term’s changed or not but boy was it Bad), for multiple reasons, the most important of which being: many actually LGBT people view the show as a metaphor for a closeted gay kid who’s afraid to come out to his parents, which is why the revelation.
This was about the only valid viewpoint in the whole debacle.
It wasn’t the popular pick.
I’d say something along the lines of “fans can write their fanfic as gay as they want it to be” but, to be honest, fanfic is not the guarantee we think it is. A lot of people take their creative freedom for granted these days. The idea of fanfiction existing as it is now was unthinkable back then. No one would have said anything even close to that.
No, the Sides in this ruckus weren’t so noble.
See, almost everyone who was mad at each other over this was straight.
These were Homophobic and Proud Straight Fans fighting with MLM-Fetishizing Yaoi Fans.
It was a vicious cycle and both sides were as wrong as they were right. (Put down your pitchforks I’ll explain in a sec)
On the one hand, the Homophobic and Proud straight fans would cite authorial intent and ‘moral superiority’ as reasons why fanfiction Shouldn’t Be Gay.
On the other, MLM-Fetishizing Yaoi Fans correctly called foul on Hartman’s homophobia, but in response flooded deviantart and ffn (AO3 didn’t exist yet) with yaoi.
Now, for those of my followers who are too young to have really seen Danny Phantom, here’s a tidbit of information:
Danny Fenton has two best friends (Sam and Tucker), a sister (Jazz), a clone-sister (Dani), and another main friend who sometimes wants to kill him but when he’s not a ghost she wants to smooch him (Valerie. It’s hard to explain). Excluding the sister and the clone-sister, that leaves Sam Tucker and Valerie as the main potential love interests, as they are all reasonably attractive, form close bonds with the main character, and are all Danny’s age (remind me to go into detail on the Fandom Hierarchy of Attraction later).
So naturally, most of the Homophobic and Proud shippers shipped Danny with either Sam or Valerie, both of whom got some nice canon interactions. It should be noted that Valerie is black and for some reason more people ship Danny with Sam, who is white but also Early 2000s Jewish, which is to say: you would never know she was Jewish unless you watched the holiday episode, so she’s at the very least white-passing. Read into that what you will.
So you’d think that the MLM-Fetishizing Yaoi Fans would have adored Danny and Tucker right? Wrong. Tucker is also black, therefore, no one really shipped him with anyone (sometimes Valerie, sometimes Dani, who is biologically about 12 but also a clone so she’s actually maybe about six months old). Nah, the yaoi fangirls just loved shipping Danny, a 14 year old, with the main villain, a man named Vlad who is literally old enough to be Danny’s dad. Vlad’s entire character arc revolves around him trying to kill Danny’s actual dad, marry his mom, and become his new dad.
Essentially, all the actually gay people in the fandom got pushed to the sidelines as any cries of homophobia from our supposed ‘allies’ were met with ‘you literally ship a 14 year old kid with a 40 year old man and we’re not listening to you.’ so excuse me for not liking incest shippers who do the same thing
This lasted for years. I think it finally died down around 2010, 2012 maybe? It went on for a while though.
And it all started because Hartman couldn’t keep his homophobic mouth shut.
Basically, as much as I complain about Hirsch and the GF fandom and the SU fandom, you couldn’t pay me to go back to the phandom during that nonsense.
Everyone's family comes to visit for parents' weekend. Including Dex's and Nursey's. But Dex's is late and so after their game a little boy comes running up to Dex, but instead of yelling Billy like the team expects, he yells daddy. Let the team see soft Dex interacting with his son. Let Dex see how amazing Nursey is with kids. Let Nursey lose his chill over adorable baby Dex. Let Bitty bake with this baby! And let Dex see how truly supportive and amazing Nursey is. & backstory for baby plz
i love love love love love this prompt. Its mostly a bullet point fic, but its pretty long…
Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy! :-) xxxx
* Dex leaves the Haus early every night. Usually a few hours earlier than anyone
else. On roadies he heads up to his room at 7 o’clock sometimes, or goes for a walk.
- The team don’t want to pry, but were confused, concerned, and a
little nosy. They have found out he’s on
the phone to someone he’s close to, because they’ve overheard him saying “love
you lots” a few times.
- So they figure he’s probably talking to a girlfriend.
Prompts/ Summaries: You are a 20 year old gymnast, who is training for her next, and probably last Olympic Game. Although you have won gold every year since you were 16, you mother and her husband Mark were never proud of you. She wanted you to be a rich lawyer like Mark, or a socialite like she was. Your mother insists you come to her annual charity event with a boyfriend, which you don’t have, but despite being a complete dick 100% of the time, Lance volunteers to pretend to be your boyfriend for your parents. What will happen? (I mean come on now y’all, we ALL know what happens in every situation like this, but like we still read them?)
Warnings: There are none yet, but eventually there will be smut? So warning is, LANCE TUCKER JUST BEING A SEX GOD 100% OF THE TIME BECAUSE BITCH THAT’S A WARNING ON ITS OWN <3
(NOTE: I LOVE LANCE TUCKER SO MUCH AND I FEEL LIKE HE IS A DICK TO COVER UP FOR SHIT HE DEALS ON HIS OWN, NOT THAT I CONDONE BEING AN ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME, BUT LIKE I’M AN ASSHOLE ALL THE SO SO I RELATE BECAUSE I FIND US BOTH EXTREMELY SIMILAR WITH VERY FEWDIFFERENCES? I’M A SUCKER FOR THE ASSHOLES AND I ALWAYS FIND A REASON TO DEFEND THEM.??)
I WROTE THIS FOR YA GIRL, ME, BECAUSE I’M COMPLETE LANCE TUCKER TRASH LIKE FUCK ME UP BITCH, GIVE ME THAT GOLD. OK I’M DONE
ALSO I DIDN’T PROOF READ THIS BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED FOR IT TO BE POSTED SO I’LL PROBABLY MAKE EDITS LATER.
SO I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GYMNASTICS SO I USED GIFS FROM TUMBLR, I FORGOT TO CITE THEM SO IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE SOURCES YALL CAN JUST TYPE IN “GYMNASTICS GIFS” ON TUMBLR
“Keep it tight or you’ll never hit the landing on dismount. You never get it right, and honestly how you took the gold last year is beyond me.” Lance walked up to you and looked dawn at you.
You stood with your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath. “Seriously Y/N, am I going to have to tie your legs together or something?”
“Do it right next time or I swear I’ll do it.” Lance walked back from the mat and headed towards the cooler to grab a water. You rolled your eyes and walked back to the bar. You looked over at Lance, who wasn’t even paying attention before looking back to the bar and jumped. You gained your momentum and began doing the routine.
Once it came time to dismount you prepared yourself and let go, flipping and hitting the mat with the heels of your feet, almost maintaining your balance but ultimately losing and falling onto your back. You put your hands over your eyes and forehead sighing loudly while Lance started yelling again, his voice growing louder as he neared you. You shut him out and just focused on your breathing, trying to calm yourself of all the stress that had clouded your head lately. Your parents were on your ass about moving on and doing something else with your life, since they never really were supportive of your gymnastics.
“Y/N! Are you even listening to me?”
“It’s hard not to when you’re fucking screaming.”
“Watch it.” Lance squatted down next to you. “That attitude shit isn’t going to get you anywhere with me.”
You sat up and looked at your coach.
“What the hell is going on? You were perfect, haven’t missed anything for what, 4 years now? You’re probably on your last campaign this year, you are almost 21, you’re already pushing it. So don’t you want to go out with gold this year and stick it to the nation?”
“Yeah of course I do,” You put your head in your hands in defeat.
“Well, no offense, you’re not really showing it.” Lance moved from his squat and sat next to you on the mat. “Listen, what’s going on? Seriously. I’ve been your coach for 2 campaigns now and you’ve never been this distracted.”
“It’s just family stuff. I don’t want to talk about it.” You stood up and ran your hand across your forehead, covering it in a light layer of chalk. “I’m gonna get some water and go again.” You went to walk away when Lance grabbed your wrist.
“Sit down, you’re done for today.”
“I can go again it’s fine.”
“Y/N. You’re going to injure yourself if you keep practicing distracted.”
“Clearly you aren’t.” Lance stood up and stepped closer to you. You looked up at his tall frame, slightly scared at the sudden aggression. “You’re not the coach, and you’re not the expert. If you wanted to coach yourself, I’ll leave. No problem.”
“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?”
“Yet here you are, still standing here. Still paying me to coach you.”
You rolled your eyes and began walking way.
“Be here tomorrow. 8am.”
“Yeah I know.”
You went into the locker room and changed into jeans and a t shirt. You let your hair down and ran some water on your face. You put your back on your shoulder and walked out into the main gym area. Lance had retired into his office in the back corner of the room. You walked over and knocked on the open door. Lance was behind his desk on his phone. When your presence was known, Lance ushered you in.
“I just wanted to say sorry for today, and that I’ll see ya tomorrow.”
“Close the door Y/N.”
You walked completely in and closed the door before turning back to Lance’s desk. He signaled for you to sit in the chair in front of the desk and you did, crossing your legs underneath you. Lance walked out in front of the desk and sat on the top of it.
“Honestly, what the hell is going on.” He sat and crossed his arms, still chewing on his gum.
You took a deep breath and leaned on the arm of the chair with your arm. “You know my parents right? All of them, my mom and Mark and my dad and Dana?”
“Yeah. I met them last year.”
“Well my mother has become such an uptight bitch since my dad left her and she met Mark. So in recent years, she’s wanted me to quit gymnastics. She has been harassing me about getting a man and settling down and, to quote her, “Stop wasting my time with gymnastics.” To her, being an Olympic gold medalist, is nothing. My real father and Dana are great but, my mother is just so fucking spiteful.”
“But your piece of shit mother isn’t your fault, so why are you taking the blame?”
“I don’t know. My mom is having this uppity society event next week, which I’m supposed to attend, and I don’t even want to think about showing up alone to be ridiculed by my mother all fucking night.” You laughed at how pathetic you sounded explaining the situation. “Which now sounds really fucking pathetic when I’m saying it out loud. Like I live on my own I shouldn’t care what my mom thinks.”
“Well I’d hate it if my parents didn’t accept my passion, but unfortunately I was forced into it and grew to enjoy it. But having a need to impress your parents is something that everyone has, and if you don’t wanna impress your parents then you’re trying to impress someone else. It’s human nature.”
You were shocked Lance was being nice and sympathetic about everything, you didn’t think he was capable of experiencing those emotions.
“Fuck your mom and that fucking asshole Mark. Fuck them both. You’re a fucking Olympic gold medalist and if that isn’t fucking impressive, then nothing will impress them. I relish in the fact that I won gold and silver.” You rolled your eyes. He ALWAYS relished in that. “I worked fucking hard for it, and you have worked hard for it. So fuck them, I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“Thanks… Lance, you’re being oddly nice.”
“I can’t be an asshole all the time, sometimes I change it up.”
You laughed and covered your mouth. “That’s bullshit. You’re always an asshole, there is no ‘mixing it up’ with you. But hell, if this whole coaching thing ends up not working out, you’d be a great comedian. Or prostitute, I mean might as well get paid for everything you fuck.”
“Your real fucking funny aren’t you?”
“I’m just calling it how it is.” You and Lance always bickered back in forth. You guys got along for the most part. “Ok I’m going to leave, but honestly thanks for telling me how it is, I always count on that.”
You stood from your chair and headed towards the door.
“Oh and Y/N.” You turned and looked at Lance who still was half sitting on his desk, arms still crossed. “If you ever feel lonely, and need some comfort. You have my number.” Lance smirked and winked at you causing you to fake gag and turn out of the room.
“In your fucking dreams, Tucker.” You closed the door and headed out of the gym. You tossed your bag in the back seat and got in your car. Lance’s office faced the parking lot and he was standing in the window looking at you. He brought his hand up to be a phone and mouthed “Give me a call” and smirked again before walking away. You started your car and pulled out of the parking lot into the Los Angeles sunset. Your roommate was out of town for the week so you had the apartment to yourself. You decided since you had a dreadful day, you were going to treat yourself to some junk food since you had been eating only 600 calories for the last 3 weeks. You didn’t want to get sick by introducing a bunch of unhealthy foods back into your life, so you just stopped and got some Chinese before heading back to your house. You took a quick shower, and changed into comfortable clothing before heading to your couch and turning on Netflix. You have been binge watching Gossip Girl whenever you found the time, which was never. After 2 or 3 episodes, you had finished your Chinese and already passed out on the couch, ready for training tomorrow, hoping it’d be a better day.
You pulled your hair back away from your face as you walked into the gym, your bag over your shoulder again. You opened the doors and felt the cool air conditioning it your face. It was a muggy day today. There were a few others in the gym today already working since it was almost noon. You waved hello and headed towards the locker room. Walking past Lance’s office, you saw him standing looking out to everyone in the main area on the phone. You waved as you passed and he nodded his head deep in conversation. You changed into your leotard and shorts and wrapped your wrist. You made sure your hair was tight and walked into the open room and towards the white board in the corner. It had a list of everyone who was training today and what they were supposed to be working on specifically. You were the only veteran gymnast training now, everyone else was working on being new Olympians. There were 3 other girls working on bars and beams today, and 2 guys working with one of the other coaches. The space next to your name was blank, so you just figured you could do whatever. Seeing that you worked on your bars routine for 4 hours yesterday, you wanted to take a break and go to the side room to work on your floor routine. The 3 Olympic standard floor mats were empty, as there was only a hand full of people in the gym today.
You walked to the surround sound speaker and plugged in your phone, going to your Spotify and playing the playlist called, “The Most Beautiful Songs in The World”. This playlist always calmed you and seemed to play into your soul. A song called “What’s Good” by Fenne Lily started playing and you went to the middle of the mat to stretch. Starting with your arms, you swung them around and made sure each joint was ready to support your body weight. After you were comfortable with your arms, shoulders, and neck, you moved onto your legs. First stretch out your feet and calves, you knew your main focal point would be your hamstrings. You had pulled you hamstring your first campaign and it always got sore faster than your other muscles did, but you were cleared to perform after 6 months of physical therapy. You did your 3 splits and lung style stretches to warm up your thighs, hamstring, and your inner thigh. After finishing with a handstand, you were ready to practice. You walked to your phone and put on your routine instrumental.
You went to the corner and took a deep breath, closing your eyes before reopening them and looking at the other corner, imagining yourself sticking the landing and nailing your routine. You took a few steps back and began running. You let your body do what it already knew how to and trusted yourself as you jumped and let your feet leave the mat, only to be replaced by your hands as you propelled yourself off the ground and flipped.
You landed on your feet, for only a moment before pushing yourself up higher for another. You had reached the opposite corner of the mat once your feet hit the ground. You stuck the landing throwing your arms up in a pose, before taking a step back to complete your second run. You did your jump again and took off again, propelling yourself to do a pike.
Once you landed your hands shot back up in a pose, before doing your final run. You ran and did a flip before landing and doing a jumping split.
You did your final few poses and your routine was over. You put your arms down and began focusing on slowing your breathing a bit. You heard clapping from behind and you turned to the door to see Lance standing there smiling.
“That was really fucking good.” He walked towards the mat and you went to turn off your playlist, grabbing your bottle of water and meeting him on the side of the mat.
“Thanks, it’s a new routine so it needs a lot of work still.”
“No. It’s honestly pretty great. Congratulations, I think it’s worth a gold medal kid.”
You beamed at him and sat down, stretching your legs a bit more.
“Do you feel better than yesterday?”
“Yeah I slept pretty good. So, I think that helped.”
“Good. I’m happy, I can’t have my best gymnast injuring herself over her bs family.”
“Yeah, I agree.”
“It just let’s her win.” Lance sat down next to you. “If you wanna annoy her, don’t let what she says get to you. Make it so you could give less than 2 shits what she says. I also have another idea too.”
“And what is that Mister Helpful?”
“Well you said your mom has a charity thing next week right?”
“Well what if, I came with you, and pretended that I was your boyfriend so your mom won’t give you shit?”
You choked on the water that you had been drinking. “What?”
“It’ll solely be so you can stop worrying about your mother’s approval, and can focus on trials in 2 weeks.”
“You’re joking right?”
“No. What I’m not good enough to be your fake boyfriend?”
“No, I’d just never fucking date you.”
“You’re acting as if I’m gonna actually try to date you. I don’t do the dating thing.”
“I couldn’t tell.”
Lance stood up, getting annoyed now. “Ok fine, fuck you then. I don’t need to do this. I want you to stop acting like a little bitch, but whatever, be fucking miserable for all I care.” Lance pulled out his phone and started walking away.
He turned around and smirked. “Yeah?”
“Will you still do it?”
“Maybe, if you get on your knees,” He leaned his head down and looked at you through the tops of his eyes. “and beg.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.”
“Hey, I’m fucking with you. Yes, I’ll still do it, if you’ll cut the shit.”
You smiled and jumped up, hugging him. He was so tall your feet came off the ground. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged back. Once you were back on the ground, you looked up at him.
“I’m going to call her and let her know I’ll be bringing my “boyfriend” with to the party.”
“Alright, I’m sure this is going to be,” Lance took a second and rolled his eyes with his hands on his hips. “fun?” His toned laced with sarcasm. You responded with an eye roll as well.
“It was your idea.”
“Don’t remind me. When you’re done run the routine again. I’m going to check on the others.” Lance turned around, popping his gum and walking back into the main room.
@lancefuckrr ( hi you said to tag you, I hope you like it and send me your thoughts. It means so much to me)
Characters: Baby, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N Y/L/N (Reader), Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills
Pairing: Dean x Reader, John x Mary, Sam x Amelia (briefly mentioned - only as in canon)
Warnings: Implied smut, pregnancies, cheating, nothing other than that really aside from canon deaths and angst.
Word Count: 5800ish (woops!)
A/N: This is written for Baby’s Big 50 writing challenge hosted by @butiaintgonnaloveem and it is told from Baby’s PoV. She is still a car, but she is the one to tell the story, much like the episode Baby but done with words. I hope this worked out as well as I hoped it would.
My prompt was Allman Brothers Band - Rambling Man - I am sure I could have used it better but these were the lines that really inspired me when I wrote this fic: Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man, Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can.
This is sorta a rewrite of the entire series. Very boiled down and written through Baby’s eyes.. Headlights? Whatever :P Just read it :D
Thanks to the sweet amazing @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me
I have been lucky in my time on Earth, even if I have been through more than most. Sal, as flawed as he was, was a good man. He tried to do the best he knew how to with the short time he was given. He wanted to save people even if he couldn’t save himself. So he drove me around, giving Bibles away to people he felt needed some guidance, right up until the day he drank himself to death.
Standing on that lot at Rainbow Motors, I missed him. He had treated me right, and I had no way of knowing if the next guy would. I feared the uncertainty then like I never have since. When he walked up, I knew where I belonged. Even if he wasn’t the guy that took me home, I felt a connection to that man I was not going to understand for years, but I knew I belonged with him.
It wasn’t just the way he talked about me. The way he admired me. He spoke as if he knew me. Like I was important. I was sad to see him go, but John Winchester gave me some good years. He took care of me, and he loved me. So did Mary. They were amazing people, but in all my 10 years with them, the nights I felt the most important were nights I only came to understand later on.
One night after being to a drive in movie, Mary and John didn’t quite make it home. They spend the night in my backseat, and I felt their love as they loved each other. They had done this before of course, but there was something special about that night. I could feel it then, and nine months later, when John was forcing me to go as fast as I could to get to the hospital in time, I knew what it had been.
Anon Request: Could you do an Archie x reader where reader dated Archie but saw what happened between him and Ms. Grundy, so she leaves for the remainder of he summer but than shows up for school, and he sees her at the dance, and you can go from there :)
A/N: Im sorry this one isn’t super long! But nonetheless i hope you enjoy it!
You and Archie had been dating for a while. You’d both already felt comfortable enough saying I love you to each other in public. Everything was going great. Until that one fateful afternoon this summer.
You’d packed a lunch for Archie and yourself. You knew how hard he worked at his father’s shop and knew he could use some good food.
After making his favorite and throwing it into a small carry on, you trekked your way over to the little run down building it was all located at.
You looked around and recognized some of the usual workers but couldn’t find Archie.
You asked around but no one seemed to know where he was. That’s when you looked around the back of the building. There he was, making out with Ms. Grundy, your music teacher.
You stood there in shock not knowing at all how to handle the situation. Not wanting to make a scene you ran, unnoticed by the two who’s lips were hot and smashed against each other, hidden by those who weren’t looking.
That night you sent him a brief message saying your relationship was over and that you just wanted to be left alone.
You knew you should go to the police and report it, after all, it was a teacher with a student. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to do it.
When school started again you switched from Music to French. You couldn’t look at Ms. Grundy without wanting to find a trash bin and heave into it.
Once or twice she tried to approach you, wondering why one of her best musically talented students would suddenly drop her class but you would always finding an excuse to be somewhere else.
Archie always tried to talk to you but you ignored him, staying silent and praying he’d leave you alone. And from then on you would cry yourself to sleep every night wondering why you weren’t enough.
The back to school semi formal was tonight. You weren’t going to go but after being confronted by your best friend Betty you decided you wouldn’t let the thought of him take away your fun. You got ready together, along with Veronica who was a new friend of Betty’s you didnt mind.
She had amazing style and helped you choose your dress and do your hair and makeup. The three of you looked fabulous when you walked through the school doors and it couldn’t be denied.
After a few songs you had danced together you excused yourself to go get some punch.
You regretted the decision when a certain red haired someone approached you while you held the ladle.
“Y/n?” He asked. You looked up at him with a glare. “What?” You replied sharply. A slow song started to play at that moment. “May I have this dance?” He asked nervously. You let the punch fall back into the bowl as you set your cup down.
His brown eyes pleaded with yours and you couldn’t resist. “Fine.“
He grinned to himself and immediately held out his hand for you to take. You hesistantly took it as he led you to the dance floor. His hands landed on your hips as yours awkwardly became placed around his neck. You were very close to one another now.
"Why did you break up with me?” He asked after a minute of silence.
You scoffed. When his face showed that he clearly don’t know you shook your head with a bitter laugh.
“I saw you Archie… you and Grundy at your dads shop. I don’t think I need to explain any further.” He immediately went to deny it but you shushed him.
"You cheated on me with a fucking teacher Archie. I thought you loved me.“ "I do!” He argued instantly.
“If you did, I would’ve been enough for you.” You stated as the song came to a close. “Y/n.” “I’m sorry Archie. If you want my advice, tell the authorities about your situation, you should be lucky I haven’t already."
You move out of his hold and go to leave when he grabs your arm.
You immediately rip it out of his grasp and give him another glare. "I just have one more question, and then I’ll leave you alone… forever.” You looked at him expectantly.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
You looked down as tears started to form.
When you looked up again you were able to stare down the pained expression Archie was showing.
“Because no matter how much I tell myself I shouldn’t, I still love you. And I hate it.” That’s when you ran away, never to be bothered by Archie again.
A/N: The next couple parts are probably gonna be similar to this. It’s mostly flashbacks. Getting to know the reader and her past relationship with Dean and the other characters. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be tagged you can add yourself Here
“C’mere Pumpkin.” Bobby hoisted you up from the ground onto his lap in the recliner. “I wanna talk to ya for a second.”
“Ok, Daddy.” You turned to face him, looking him in the eyes.
“Remember I told you we were gonna have some guests over? Sam and Dean?” You nodded and smiled, excited to have someone your age coming over. Your dad told you Sam was just a little baby but Dean was the same age. Having someone to play with excited you but made you nervous all at the same time. You never had any kids your age around. “I need you to be nice to Dean, ok? He doesn’t talk much or at all.”
“Well, Dean’s mom…she died.” You let out a tiny gasp and widened your eyes. “Kinda like your mom.”
“You mean a monster killed her?” Bobby nodded sadly and ran his hand through your hair, saddened that you knew about monsters at such a young age. You didn’t know all the details yet, but you would some day. A demon possessed your mother and Bobby had to kill her. You only knew that much because you’d seen the changes in your mother, including her black eyes staring you down.
Sliding into her seat only seconds before the bell rang she let out a sigh of relief.
He had left yet another lengthy note in her locker expressing the long list of things he liked about her. According to him, her beauty could “stop time” and her smile could “cure the world from all things evil.”
Normal people would have found it creepy. Y/N on the other hand knew what it was like to be completely in love with someone who didn’t even know it and sympathized for the poor boy.
A/N: This is my entry for @avasmommy224 ‘s Birthday Writing Challenge! I’m not sure what genre this is, it’s just something that came up when I thought of my prompt. I haven’t written much, so be gentle. Let me know what you think. I hope you like it, girl! Happy Birthday! ♥
Prompt: I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.
Word Count: 2,056
Warnings: - language.
Tags: (at the end)
*gif is not mine.
When Dean Winchester walks into a room, he demands attention. Not the ‘look at me I’m so attractive’ type of attention, but the ‘fuck with me and I’ll literally kill you’ type of attention. It’s intoxicating and disgustingly arousing, something you’re not even close to being used to. Your entire life had consisted of working at your family’s diner, busing and waiting tables for measly tips that couldn’t even buy you a box of tampons. Your life had been painstakingly boring, until that one unforgettable day your entire life changed.
* John Laurens x Reader * Modern Beauty and the Beast AU
A/N: HERE IT IS! OK so…there’s no beast creature first of all, you’ll see the obvious change I made. This follows the new movie and CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS! If you haven’t seen the new movie then don’t read this yet as some plot points come directly from the new movie. It’s also really fucking long, so yeah. This took me about four days of writing every moment I could and listening to the movie soundtrack on repeat. (At least it’s pretty.) So I hope you guys enjoy!
Word Count: 9,365 (barely 23 pages…)
“You have a daughter, do you not Mr. L/N?” Henry Laurens asked the man across from him. Henry’s young son, John, sat aside merely watching the exchange.
“Well yes. She’d be about the same age as your boy.”
“You know, as a lawyer it’s hard to find a wife but it’s a good thing to have.” Henry mused as he stood and began circling the table, reminding his son of a hawk going in for a swooping kill.
“What are you saying?” The other man asked.
“I saved you in that lawsuit and I’m not even sure you were innocent.” Henry said with a soft laugh. “And now you say you can’t afford my prices. So I propose a deal. I’ll give you two years. Pay my fees, if not I’ll get the case reopened. If you haven’t raised the money, then your daughter and my son will be wed.”
“That’s absurd!” The man shouted in outrage.
“So was your case.” Henry snapped back. “You were warned that I have high prices. This is the fee.” Henry stopped at his side of the desk. “Go. You have two years.” The two men watched the other man go.
“Why are you arranging a marriage?” John asked.
“You know I’m not feeling well. This will be your firm soon. A wife makes a lawyer look more personable. And it’s hard to find one in this line of work.” Henry patted his son’s shoulder. “Come on, I have much more to teach you.”
Two staffers, Alexander and Lafayette, stood by. “Monsieur Laurens is corrupting his young son. The John we used to know is slipping away.” Lafayette voiced.
“You wanna stand up to Henry?” Alexander asked. He knew Lafayette was right. John was their friend at one point. It didn’t seem much that way anymore.
“No, no one does. That’s the problem.”
You walked through town. Your father would be back from meeting with the lawyer today and you wanted to make him a good dinner. There was a fresh marketplace and you knew your father preferred food from there. It was a bit more expensive but always tasted better. And definitely worth it to welcome your father home.