its the one ive had since i was a kid and it still works

anonymous asked:

You have the BEST stories! Can you tell me a bedtime story?

i will tell you a story friends, and probably you will regret asking me to do so, because its not really a very restful story. i….dont really have any of those.


this is the story of how steve and a horse almost gave me a heart attack.
back when i was a kid, cars were a thing that existed but were mostly really really expensive, so horses were still a common sight on the streets of brooklyn. most of these horses were exceedingly large, calm animals; they hauled around big carts of stuff on crowded streets. back then, milk was delivered to your doorstep by a milkman. the milkman who worked our block was mr. davies, and he was this very nice older black gentleman. i mention that he’s black because racism was Very Much A Thing (oh how times have changed). but mr davies always had peppermint candies in his pockets to give to thunderhead, his horse, and he would always give one to stevie and i if he saw us. so stevie loved mr davies, and if anyone was being disrespectful towards him because he was black, stevie would pretty much blow his top. mr davies loved steve for it, of course. but since mr daives didnt want to get steve in trouble, he’d usually whistle me over (if i wasnt already there) to haul steve off before he did something drastic. mr davies was great like that. 

anyway, mr davies was around every morning dropping off milk with thunderhead. thunderhead was this huge dapple grey horse, i think a percheron?? a big draft horse, with hooves about the size of a dinner plate. aside from her size, her name was probably the most intimidating thing about her, because she was the most mild-mannered horse ive ever met. she would let all the little neighborhood kids climb all over her, and mr davies would usually let two or three of us ride on her back down the street. she never really noticed the extra weight. i think that if mr davies ever slept in, thunderhead would go walk his route without him. she loved stevie too–but for very different reasons. steve’s hair apparently looked exactly like hay to her, so she’d wander over and start lipping the top of his head. she never nipped or anything, but steve always got amusingly flaily when she did it, and i always suspected she thought it was funny.

one boiling hot summer morning, steve and i were sitting on the front steps of our building, just wasting time. it was early, but already awfully hot out, so when mr davies rounded the corner, steve decided to go meet him, but i stayed on the steps. it was hot. i didnt wanna move. 

anyway, steve went trotting down the block, said hi to old mrs mckinnon, who was on her way to get groceries, and was about a hundred feet away from mr davies and thunderhead when the wind picked up. it was a very nice refreshingly cool breeze, which picked up some of the debris–old newspapers and leaves and such–hanging around and tossed it across the road. 

now, if you know horses, you know that sometimes they get terrified by utterly ridiculous things. im told many horses nowadays think plastic bags are the minions of evil, and horses back then were much the same. id never seen thunderhead scared before, but i guess a bit of newspaper whipped in front of her and was the spitting image of Pony Satan himself, because her eyes went white around the edges and she took off running. mr davies was around back of the cart, getting milk out, so there was nobody at the reins to stop her. she went tearing down the block, the cart bouncing along behind, like there was a pack of slavering borzoi chasing after. and of course she was headed right at steve and old mrs mckinnon. 

steve, being the brave little idiot he was, didnt run; old mrs mckinnon wouldnt be able to get out of the way in time, so he stood his ground, flung his arms out, and waited to get trampled by a rogue milk cart. all of us there thought we were gonna be scraping tiny blonde guy off the pavement, because thunderhead just kept going. 

but about ten feet away from steve, thunderhead must have recognized him, because she went to a screeching stop. four feet down, all her knees locked, skiddin on the cobblestones. normally, she’d probably have been able to stop in that distance, but she was still harnessed to that heavy milk cart, so instead she plowed right into stevie, chest first. 

he went flying. he mustve gone about six feet through the air, and he hit the ground and just laid there like a sack of really dead potatoes. i thought he must have broken his little toothpick spine. poor thunderhead looked just as scared as i was, because she got her feet back under her and crept up on him like the cart wasnt jangling right behind her. she dropped her nose down and started whuffing and lipping at his hair, and he popped up like a damn weasel. little moron was fine. he nearly gave me and mr davies and old mrs mckinnon and thunderhead all a heart attack, but he was fine. 

and mr davies gave him his whole bag of peppermints, and mrs mckinnon gave him a chocolate, so he didnt even learn to not do stupid shit like that.

i like how people are looking at my joseph analysis and either thing its 100% canon or garbage and horrible and that im just trying to make joseph out to be a villain and that i think robert and mary have no flaws themselves

so have another analysis mostly focused on mary’s issues

this is just my theory guys i never stated anything in there to be canon mary could be an alcoholic for a completely different reason that doesnt relate to josephs cheating in the slightest but i find it hard to believe joseph would settle down with someone he’s fully away has a dependency on alcohol and for years outright do nothing about it to help her especially considering hes a christian youth minister.

it might have something to do with mary mentioning “this isnt my first rodeo, it’s my 5th” which hints that mary has given birth 5 times or shes calling joseph a manchild which would be absolutely savage of her to do right in front of his fucking face

so it leads me to believe she’s either

  • insulting joseph
  • has had a 5th child before that she either had to give up or it died at a young age
  • miscarried
  • or if the cult ending is real she gave birth to a literal demon at one point

“but travis, she says she gave birth to only four!!!”

c-sections are a thing you guys, she only really mentioned natural birth when she says “squeezed four little”

if she miscarried, lost the child when it was young, or had to give up one of her children, it would definitely hurt her quite a bit. she would most likely resort to self-destructive behavior as a result.

and ive got a lot of people wondering why mary would become friends with robert knowing that he’s slept with joseph. she must not know, right? otherwise she’d just hate robert, right?

nah man

mary’s smart, she pay attention to her surroundings. but she’s not a snitch. she most like did confront robert about it after she put the pieces together but robert was most likely still distraught after being thrown aside by joseph and she couldn’t help but feel bad for him. mary’s an extremely compassionate woman, i dont feel like after getting a full explanation from robert that she’d hate him.

she knows because she figured out on her own, assumed robert was the one who seduced joseph only to find out that joseph did the same thing to robert he did to the main dad; got close, told you that his marriage was over, slept with you, and turned around after not talking to you for a long time and saying that he and mary were gonna work things out.

mary resents joseph for not telling her what he did with robert, even after being aware that she knows what he’s doing and being aware of his lies, pretending that he’s only being nice and happy around mc dad just to get them into bed with him.

the way he acts really does take a toll on her and her coping mechanism is to drink and flirt with other men. it’s 100% not healthy and not something she should be doing to herself but its the only way she knows how to keep her marriage and really theyre only staying together for the sake of their kids. they’re all still extremely young, one being autistic as well. it’d be way too much on all four of them to divorce just out of the blue, especially when the children clearly love their parents very much even if we dont see mary interacting with he children in the story.

while joseph is off doing all his dates and organizing church stuff she’s most likely with the children. she doesn’t seem like the type to just avoid her parental duties when she knows her husband isnt going to be around. if she knows joseph is going to be home she’ll go and volunteer at the animal shelter, go hang out with robert, or just drink alone. she wants to detach herself from the world and try to keep her mind off of josephs infidelity.

keep in mind in the cult ending dialogue she does say “you ruined my life” we could piece that together with joseph just being a demon and forcing mary into the cult, but it can only tie to where her drinking problem comes in with joseph being the cause for her addiction. she’s fully aware that she shouldn’t be drinking as much as she is, but she’s become dependent on it since she cant leave joseph.

mary has her faults absolutely but to demonize her completely just from your first impressions of her isn’t fair. we get the first impression that joseph is a kind man who will bake with you and bring you cookies, but if we pull back a few layers, we can start to see something sinister in that pink polo shirt just like we can find a kindhearted but hurt woman when we look into mary’s wine glass.

mary definitely loves joseph, she most likely met him when he was still a sailor and they got together at a young age, she probably got pregnant which forced them to get married, lost the child in some way which started her drinking problem and then her husband started being unfaithful before they even had their first child. val is at least in her mid to late twenties, robert lost his wife around when she was getting ready to go to college, so if robert was josephs first offense (which i really dont feel like it is), joseph has been doing this for a very long time when you think about their childrens ages.

all in all please dont hate mary, she has been through a lot you dont have to agree with her coping mechanism but you also shouldn’t throw her under the bus for her self-destructive behavior.

Assassin!Harry (Part 1)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her. 

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He may be human, but he operates like a machine: identify target, plan, stalk, kill, collect cash, repeat. What one may consider sociopathic or psychopathic personality traits, Harry considers a blessing. After all, it is his lack of regard for human emotions and his own conscience that has made his career possible. The only proof he has that he is not, in fact, heartless is when he feels his pulse throbbing in his neck as he sprints between alleyways, hops fences, climbs walls, desperately trying to escape any chance of pursuit after the murder is done. Although pursuit is something with which Harry has become unfamiliar; he dealt with it in his career’s infancy, but as he has grown so have his skills. His eye for quick, accessible escape routes has grown keener, his aim tighter, and his remorse…well, nonexistent. He works alone, and he prefers it this way, but his work is so precise that many law enforcement officials cannot accept the possibility of the unidentified murderer being just a “murderer” instead of “murderers.” He’s lost track of how many kills he has made, yet, amazingly, he has yet to be caught or even identified. Nobody has ever suspected him of anything due to his brilliant planning, charming exterior, and cunning way with words; he comes off as a sweet, regular guy. All of this, coupled with the fact that he truly is heartless in the figurative sense of the word, makes Harry Styles the most successful, feared assassin on the planet. He never gets off track, never gets caught, and–most importantly–never misses. So, when he woke up and saw the folded yellow envelope lying on the floor under the windowsill of his first-floor, high-class apartment, it was just a normal day for Harry. He receives one to two requests every month, and as screwed up as it is, he can’t help but feel a rush of excitement whenever he wakes up to an envelope lying crisp and unopened on his tiled floor.

Harry picked up the folder, heavy with cash, and opened it to reveal 5 crisp stacks of 100 $100 bills each. Assassinations don’t come cheap, and Harry prioritizes the higher-paying customers. In other words, the sooner you want someone dead, the more money you should be willing to shell out. $50,000 isn’t much compared to most of his other offers, but because Harry wasn’t planning any other kills, he decided to go about prioritizing the operation. He flipped through the information, identifying the twenty year old college student that he was supposed to kill. He laid out the three included photographs of the girl and identified her address on a map. He read through her daily schedule, put together by the unnamed person who had hired him, and went about identifying the lowest-risk time to pursue and kill her. He ventured into the depths of his expansive closet, retrieving the black duffel bag that contained his gloves, his attire, his shoes, his ammunition, and his small, silver handgun as well as his perfectly sharpened steel knife. He never uses both the gun and the knife in one killing; he just likes the option. He grabbed the roll of heavy duty black tape from the bag and went about taping the bottoms of his shoes so that the patterns they would normally leave behind were masked. He put the bag by his front door and went about his day, eagerly anticipating nightfall.

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Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)

Paring: Lip x reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.

Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.

Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.

Words:1992

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles


lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.  

You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them. 

“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.

When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.

Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was. 

After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.

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Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release. 

You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.

The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,

The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.

“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.

“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.

“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.

“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.

“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.

“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.

“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.

Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.

“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.

“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.

You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.

You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that. 

When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.

“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.

“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all. 

“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?

“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.

“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.

‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.

“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.

“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.

“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.

Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.

After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.

a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.

An End To Bring The Beginning

Word Count: 2908

A/N: HERES A NEW STORY IM SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE 5 YEARS SINCE IVE UPDATED!! I hope you enjoy! Also spoilers to the last episode, but I mean do I even have to warn you of that?!

Originally posted by holtzberts


Originally posted by kylogue

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    “FP is innocent, we’ve already proven it now let him out of that cell!” Y/N yelled, but Sheriff Keller shook his head.

   "He is going to be charged with tampering with evidence, obstruction of justice, mishandling of a body, perjury and that’s just off the top of my head!“ he yelled angrily, and he watched as Jughead and Y/Ns faces fell. "He’s not getting out anytime soon.” he said more calmly, but Y/N and Jughead weren’t having any of it.

    “He was threatened by Clifford!” Jughead yelled but Keller kept his calm exterior, he knew that Jughead was just hurting. “Clifford told him that if he didn’t confess I’d end up shot just like Jason!”

    “It was brought to my attention that Clifford threatened him after he was arrested for the murder, what about the days, weeks, hell even months before that?” Keller asked.

    “He was scared! Clifford could have had him killed next, or even worse Jughead. I would be terrified to come out and say something too!” Y/N exclaimed, marching up to Keller and getting into his face. “First he had to clean up a murder he wanted no part of, then he hid in fear for months because he didn’t know if he or his family were next, then he was framed, and now that he was finally cleared of those charges, you’re keeping him locked up away from his family that he was only working to protect?! Let him out!” Before Keller could respond, the deputy and a few other officers started walking through the room with FP in handcuffs, and his presence didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N and Jughead.

    “Dad!” Jughead yelled, and FP turned to face him and Y/N. “Dad we’re going to get you out of here.”

    “Yeah FP, you’ll be home soon!” Y/N said, running towards the officers.

    “Jughead, Y/N, you two need to get out of here. I’ll be fine.” FP said, nodding towards the door. “Go on, go be kids, you’ve done enough with this murder case, I don’t need you two getting yourselves into any more trouble.” Jughead and Y/N shook their heads, and Keller nodded.

    “Listen to your dad Jughead, get out of here. Let the adults take care of it.” Keller said, his comment enraging Y/N, and she looked over her shoulder to Keller.

    “Funny you say that, because it was the kids who solved the murder, not the adults in this hell hole. You guys do a shit quality of work and hold innocent people hostage instead of going out and taking in the real problem starters! I don’t think that’s how policing works.” she spat.

    “Hey! Y/N, that’s enough!” FP yelled, making the girl turn back around to face him. She hung her head low, and his face softened as he looked between the two. They were just trying to help him. He turned his attention to Jughead and hardened his face again, he couldn’t risk showing too much emotion in front of them, they were just as weak as he was. “You need to take her and leave, I’ll be okay son, I promise.”

    “But dad-”

    “This is not up for discussion.” FP interrupted. “Go on.” Jughead slowly nodded his head, turning for the door, but Y/N wasn’t going to give up so easily. FP did a lot for her, he was like a father to her, and he had always helped her. Even when he took up drinking and Jughead left, he still did his best to help, telling her how to take care of Jughead and he even pushed to her to the realization for her feelings for the beanie clad boy, not that they mattered because he was with Betty. She wasn’t about to give up on the man that never gave up on her or Jughead, she was going to fight.

    “I am not leaving here until you’re free FP, I cannot, I will not take this lying down. You never gave up on me, so why should I on you?” she asked, practically pleading him to not send her away.

    “There isn’t anything you can do now Y/N, I have to face the consequences of my actions.” he said tenderly, hoping that his calmness would convince her to leave. She started to tear up, her cheeks wetting and she became panicked.

     "I was the one who took care of Jasons body, he is just covering for me!“ she blurted out. "I-I-I put him in the freezer and cleaned up his blood off the floor and I-”

    “Y/N knock it off with the lies!” FP yelled, and the girl shut her mouth quickly. “You are not going to give any false confessions to get me out of here, you are sixteen, go live your fucking life and be happy. I made my decisions and I’ll be damned if I let you or Jughead ruin your lives because of me.” he scolded, and she crumpled as she felt Jughead put his arm around her shoulders and pull her back. “Get her out of here Jughead. You two go be kids now, you’ve done enough for Riverdale, and I am so damn proud of you.” Jughead nodded his head, and started pulling Y/N towards the door.

    “No! FP!” she yelled, but the officers took him into another room and Jughead closed the door to the police station behind them. She fell to the ground and Jughead caught her, and she cried into his chest.

    “He’ll be okay, we won’t give up, but you need to learn when to pick your fights because the middle of the police station is not the right place to have one.” Jughead said, trying to calm the girl in his arms. She sniffled and took herself out of his embrace, and she wiped the tears from her face, looking at the police station behind Jughead. She knew Jughead was hurting, she knew he thought that this was unfair and she knew he was angry and sad. FP was the last of his family out here in Riverdale, and they were trying to take that away from the boy, it was unfair. It was then she decided she was going to do something drastic to set FP free, not only for him but for the boy she secretly loved.

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    Knock Knock Knock

    Jughead quickly pulled away from Betty, the both of them looking towards the front door. “is that your mom?” he asked, mentally cursing the interruption.

    “Who else would it be?” Betty breathily replied, and Jughead pulled away, making his way to the front door. He put his shirt back on and adjusted it, preparing to see Alice Coopers face when he opened the door. He pulled the door open and looked outside to see a group of Serpents waiting for him, and his eyes went to a dog that barked at his appearance.

    “Easy Hotdog, he’s family.” One of the men said, leaning down to stroke the dog. Jughead looked back up to the long-haired man in the front of the group.

    “Hey…” Jughead said, obviously confused by the sudden visit.

    “Your dad could have named names but he didn’t,” the man started, looking up at Jughead. “Serpents take care of their own. We wanted you to know that no matter what happens to him, however long he’s gone, that we got your back.” Y/N emerged from behind the man and Jugheads eyes quickly fell on her. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he noticed the jacket she was wearing, and the one she was holding. She smiled up at him and handed the jacket to the long-haired man. The man took the leather jacket with the Southside Serpents sigil on the back, and held it out to Jughead. “This is yours, if you want it.” Jughead looked at Y/N again and took the jacket from the man, examining it.

    “Look Juggie, you don’t have to take this, but we want some justice for your father,” Y/N started, and Jughead tore his eyes away from the jacket to look at her. Cheryl walked out from behind Y/N and stood beside her, and Jughead noticed she wore a jacket as well.

    “We all want some justice for FP, and we want to stop living in control of other people who are telling us how we should feel and act.” Cheryl ended Y/Ns sentence.

    “We are our own people, and we make our own decisions. We can’t let the corrupt police station sit on their ass and not take the justice and equality of Riverdale seriously. We have to do it ourselves if we want something done. Whether you want to join us is up to you, we won’t have any hard feelings if you decide against it, but just know that we do care for you and have your best interest at heart, your dads best interest at heart.” Y/N said, walking up to the first step and climbing up. “We love you Jughead.” Jughead looked at the (Y/H/C) girl in front of him, and she smiled softly at him. “I love you.” She whispered, and Jughead realized in that moment he had his feelings mixed up, and he felt the same towards her.

    He looked back down at the group of serpents at his door step and a smirk appeared on his face, he knew what he was going to do. He slid the jacket on, grabbing the lapels and adjusted it, smiling down at the jacket and then up to Y/N who was beaming.

    “Juggie?” a small voice came from inside, and Jughead looked over and saw Betty watching him. She must have seen the whole thing, and he slightly panicked. He didn’t want to hurt her, that was never his intention, but he realized the one whom he had loved for what seemed like forever loved him back, and he was finally apart of something he could get behind. The resistance, the change Riverdale needed. He finally had a home and was where he belonged.

    “You made the right decision boy,” the long-haired man said, smirking. Jugheads gaze fell upon him, Y/N and Cheryl. “We’re being led by the best, someone who has the right ideas and the right plans of action, Y/N herself.” He said, slinging an arm around the girls shoulders. Y/N smiled, and turned to Cheryl, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug as well.

    “Speaking of, we have some business we need to take care of, don’t we Cheryl?” Y/N said, and Cheryl nodded her head.

    “I do believe we do.” She smirked, looking up to Jughead. “Care to join us?” she asked, and Jughead nodded.

    “Juggie!” Betty called, and he looked over at her apologetically. “Can we talk about this?” she asked, and Jughead quickly stuck his head inside the house.

    “I can’t right now, we can talk later.” He said, and she rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but Jughead ran down the steps, joining Y/N and Cheryl at the bottom and they started to walk off. Betty couldn’t believe it, he was actually going with them, Jughead Jones was a serpent. She quickly dressed herself fully and put her shoes on, following them to where-ever they were going. She wanted to make sure Jughead was safe and wasn’t getting into trouble, although with the serpents she was sure that was what they were going to cause.

_____

    “Cheryl?’ Penelope called, entering Thornhill and looking around. There was no answer though, so she called again. "Cheryl?”

    “In here mother.” Cheryl called from another room, and Penelope followed the sound of her voice. She walked into a living area and saw Cheryl and another person standing in front of the fireplace, white dresses on and candlesticks in hand.

    “What are the serpents doing outside, and what is that smell?” Penelope asked angrily. “And who the hell are you?” Y/N and Cheryl turned around, facing the red-headed mother who had been torturing Cheryl all her life.

    “Gasoline.” Cheryl said. “It’s the only way we can truly start over, be purified.” Cheryl said, grabbing Y/Ns hand as they watched Penelope’s face turn to horror and shock at the realization of what was going to happen. Cheryl looked at Y/N and smiled. “It’s the only way I can truly be free.” Together the girls threw the candlesticks down, and fire erupted in the room.

    Jughead watched as fire enveloped the Thornhill mansion, and the serpents all started to cheer. Adrenaline coursed through Jugheads veins as he watched, excitement taking over for Cheryl. He watched as Penelope ran out of the mansion, tears and fear covering her face. She coughed as the smoke in her lungs was replaced with fresh air and she stumbled backwards, looking up at the flames replaced her once beautiful house. Betty ran from the nearby trees, finding Jughead and pulled on his sleeve.

    “What the hell Jughead, did you guys do this?” she yelled angrily, looking at the raven-haired boy. He was about to answer but the serpents yelled and they turned towards the front doors, and saw as they started to open again. Cheryl and Y/N walked out hand in hand as if the house behind them wasn’t on fire, and they made their way down the stairs smiling wide. Two serpents made their way to the front and met them near the front, handing them each their jacket and they put them on. The serpents started yelling and celebrating, and Jughead couldn’t help but do the same.

    “Jughead listen to me! Are you going to be with the serpents, yes or no?” she asked, and Jughead looked at her.

    “Of course Betty, they’re going to help me get my dad out.” He said, and she shook her head.

    “We can do it another way-” she started.

    “We can’t, this is the only way, and if I do say so myself, this is a pretty damn good way to do it.” He said, and she rolled her eyes.

    “You know what Juggie, you can have the serpents and you can have Y/N, we’re over!” she yelled angrily, and Jughead looked at her confused.

    “What?” he asked, and she backed away slowly.

    “I can’t be with a serpent, go make all the trouble you want, just leave me out of it. Goodbye Jughead.” She turned and stormed off, and Jughead watched. Y/N walked up to Jughead and he smiled at her, fixing her jacket.

    “I’m proud of you, Jughead. And I hope you know that I’m going to help you get FP out, I’m here for you.” Y/N said, and he nodded.

    “I love you too.” He blurted out, but his voice was mostly muffled by the sounds of cheering serpents and Penelopes yelling and crying.

    “What?” Y/N asked. “What about Betty.”

    “We all know she’s still in love with Archie, she’ll be fine.” Jughead said, pulling Y/Ns jacket and smashing his lips with hers. When they pulled apart, Y/N giggled and grabbed his face.

    “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.” She admitted, and he nodded.

    “Me too.” He said. He looked behind Y/N to Cheryl who was standing and smiling up at her burning house, her mother crying and yelling at her. “Did you recruit her?” he asked, and Y/N turned to look at her as well.

    “After you all left for the jubilee, I stayed behind and talked to her. We almost lost her, Jughead. I couldn’t imagine Riverdale without her. Sure she was a bitch, but she had a lot of shit going on and people deal with it in different ways, she just needed someone to like her for her and be there for her. I want to be that person, I want to help her.” Y/N said, smiling over to the ginger.

    “I’ll help her too, I know some of what she’s going through.” Jughead said, and she smiled up at him. “So, you’re leading the serpents now?” he asked

    “I am, with the help of Cheryl and you if you want.” She said, and Jughead nodded.

    “Of course.” He replied, and Y/N beamed.

    “Good, we’re going to bring Riverdale back to its feet. Whether people like it or not, the Serpents are going to be the good guys, even if we have to do some bad stuff along the way.” Y/N said, and Jughead took her hand. Together, they walked over to Cheryl, who tore her gaze from the burning house and she smiled at them. Y/N took her Cheryls hand in her free one, and they stood and watched as smoke rose into the sky and the bright light of the fire lit up the night. This was their first mark, they burned down the source of evil from the past few months in Riverdale, and with that it could be renewed, purified.

    “Ready to go?” the long-haired man yelled, and the two of them turned.

    “Of course.” Cheryl said, and Penelopes face turned to rage.

    “You aren’t going anywhere, young lady!” she screamed, but the three of them started walking towards the group. The loner writer with the broken family, the tortured queen bee with the evil family, and the lost new girl who had no family at all walked together, ready to take the world by the balls. They were the change, they were going to bring peace, even if it meant bringing Riverdale to its knees.

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Second time out/back from seeing Beauty and the Beast **SPOILERS ABOUND**

(aka bear with me b/c this review is a week and a half late and I can actually comment on stuff I loved throughout it. It might end up being long af so I’m sorry in advance bc I talk about when everyone got cast too. This is probably filled with typos.)

PPS: I am the minority who loved it deeply, and don’t have nothing to complain about. Except a few words on the group of people who sat beside me tonight and would not shut up during Evermore and the transformation scene aka MY MOST FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS EVER)

So lets get down to it. I LOVED this movie the first time I saw it. As I have stated numerous times through tags. Ill be real here I was skeptical as hell about this being turned into a LA remake. But as the casting was announced my worries went away completely?

BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST WHAT A FABULOUS CAST! I don’t even know who to start with honestly? All of them ARE JUST SO GOOD???

We’ll just start with the most obvious choice (and the one who had the most flack after being cast)

And that is the absolute wonder and light of my life DAN FUCKING STEVENS

BECAUSE THIS GUY. OMG. ANYTHING HE DID IN THIS MOVIE JUST…BLEW. ME. THE. FUCK. AWAY??? And I’m just so grateful and forever indebted to him for bringing quite possibly the best reinterpretation of the Beast/Adam to life. Like honestly the Beast is my favourite character ever he has been since I was 5 and I just…NO AMOUNT OF WORDS COULD DESCRIBE IT. (actually I have TONS of words and i’ll get more into this later) but I’m moving on for now.

Emma Thompson I love Emma T so much I have since forever and she’s so charming and soft hearted as Mrs Potts. Say what you will about the accents used in this movie I loved that she was English….

And Luke Evans I knew about him prior to this and vaguely, through watching him in The Hobbit and that god awful movie version of the Three Musketeers (same can be said for Dan, b/c before I watched some of his other stuff I had only know him from Night at the Museum 3)

Anyway…

Luke brought such a great energy to this character and I loved how Gaston started out as an okay dude but slowly dissented into his villainy? The way he portrayed this was astounding b/c as soon as the script called for the change up he handled it with such ease? And wow I just love Gaston so much in this movie.

Josh Gad we gotta talk about FUCKING JOSH GAD I’m not getting into the knitty gritty of things since its not my place to comment on such but I LOVED HIM IN THIS ROLE SO MUCH MORE THAN I LOVED HIM IN FROZEN? He’s so hilarious.  AND HIS LINES WERE A+++

He just brought so much classiness to LeFou and he just made him so likable?  and the fact that HE FOUGHT TO KEEP IN THE SNOWMAN GAG FROM THE ORIGINAL VERSION. I honestly hope they give me all the deleted scenes from this movie.

FUCKING EWAN MCGREGOR AND SIR IAN MCKELLEN AS COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE I just WOW WHAT A GREAT ACTING COMBO (aka all ive ever wanted from the remains of my dull life.)

AND AUDRA MCDONALD AS GARDEROBE AND STANLEY ‘ACTUAL KING OF EVERYTHING HE IS IN’ TUCCI as a sassy piano THAT WAS LITERALLY CREATED FROM SCRATCH FOR HIM? (more on these two later as well because omg they are everything to me and stole my heart??)

AND KEVIN  FUCKING  KLINE omg I loved him so much in this movie just PERFECT honestly.

I’m trying to keep this short so I can move on to my next bunch of thoughts. And not just yap about the casting. (Bullet points listed below, bc I’m getting into the changes) And to begin:

THE SCENARY AND CGI IN THIS MOVIE WERE FUCKING ASTOUNDING? I DIED? IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, say what you want about what the beast looked like. Dan Stevens exhausted himself entirely for 2-3 months just to make the beast into a computer animated caricature. AND I LOVED THE ANIMATION ON THE CASTLE STAFF? I also really loved the backstories for everyone it just filled in so much that I found lacking in the original. Just everything that filled in all the plotholes were A++

  • THE PROLOGUE and it being narrated by the ENCHANTRESS.(Side note: I loved the technicalities and consequences with this new curse)
  • DAN STEVENS GRACING ME WITH HIS FAB TALENT AND NOT SAYING A THING DURING SAID PROLOGUE AND JUST LAUGHING EVILLY AND YET FLAWLESSLY GETTING THE POINT ACROSS THAT THE PRINCE BEFORE MEETING BELLE WAS AN ABSOLUTE PANSY ASS DICK? Also him in the black get up with the black swan make up?? a lookTM
  • THE CLOSE UPS OF GARDEROBE AND CADENZA AND THEIR LITTLE DOGGO FRU FRU BEFORE THE CASTLE IS CHANGED INTO OBJECTS?? THE FACT THAT FRU FRU IS THEIR DOG?  
  •  THAT WHOLE OPENING SEQUENCE IS INTENSE AS HELL
  • Omg when Gaston stepped on Belle’s cabbages THERE WERE LIKE 3-4 KIDS THAT GASPED. It made me smile omg.
  • When Maurice and Phillipe were heading out of town and in the woods heading to the castle. One child was like “aww look at the horsey” I mean…
  • WHEN MAURICE IS IN THE CASTLE AND MEETS CHIP everyone laughed like honestly I was blessed with actually being a a cinema room full of people that laughed and reacted to stuff b/c last week when I went there were crickets, some child mad an off hand comment later on in the movie when Beast invites Belle to dinner and he does the smileTM I kid you not I heard “look his tiny teeth” I love his tiny fangs so much hes just so awkwardly endearing altogether.
  • OKAY OKAY OKAY SO WHEN BELLE HEADS UP TO THE CASTLE TO FIND HER DADDO AND SHES AT THE CELL IM PRETTY SURE THEY PLAY THE SCORE TO EVERMORE? its like lowkey but I NOTICED IT AND IT WAS GLORIOUS.
  • all the songs in this movie and the additional lyrics woven into the film added 30 years to my life.
  • THE WHOLE “GASTON” NUMBER WAS FABULOUS AND EVERYTHING AND MORE ITS BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL VERSION THAT WHOLE MOMENT WHEN THEY BREAK TO CLAP AND STOP ON THE TABLE AND THE FACT THAT THE SCORE FOR THAT BIT SOUNDS LIKE A CAVALRY CHARGE AND THE WHOLE “SAY IT AGAIN” BIT AFTER THE “I USE ANTLERS IN ALL OF MY DECORATING” LINE.
  • BUT LIKE THERE IS MORE BECAUSE OMG THEY GAVE COGSWORTH STUFF TO SING DURING “BE OUR GUEST” INSTEAD OF JUST “SOMETHING THERE”. LIKE THE ONLY OTHER TIME HE SINGS IS IN THE ORIGINAL DURING “HUMAN AGAIN” I love the flawless smooth transition from SIR IAN MCKELLEN belting out the COURSE BY COURSE bit of that verse and Ewan being like ONE BY ONE immediately after? honestly I always fist bump during that moment when I listen to the soundtrack. AND THE WHOLE NUMBER IN THE MOVIE IS JUST SOO GREAT. I love my crotchety old clock and dramatically extra candlestick. the best BROTP.
  • Ok, so the people I sat beside started laughing during little Adam’s part in Days In the Sun and omg I was off hand annoyed because it ruined my chance to start the water works even though I still cried.
  • BEAST TRASHING ON ROMEO AND JULIET WILL FOREVER BE ICONIC to me I LOVE WELL READ BEAST SO MUCH I’m tired of the ‘but I wish he would have stayed illiterate’ statements.
  •  EVERYONE. AND WHEN I SAY EVERYONE I MEAN EVERYONE ERRUPTED INTO LAUGHTER WHEN BEAST HAULED THAT BIG ASS SNOWBALL AT BELLE’S HEAD.
  • ALSO any time Beast gave Belle his little smiles??? they were so pure and cute
  • So seeing this movie a second time the yellow dress discourse is quiet frankly ?? to me I loved it AND I LOVE THE FACT THAT DAN STEVENS MADE THE BEAST UTTERLY DISTRESSED OVER ASKING HER FOR A DANCE IN THE BALLROOM? (THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS)
  • LIKE…I JUST LOVE HOW MUCH LIFE AND PERSONALITY AND 3 DIMENSIONALISM HE GAVE HIM B/C I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS PORTRAYAL UNTIL IM DEAD AND IN THE GROUND.
  • Which brings me to the make up scene everyone laughed and I almost could not stop laughing at the scene change.
  • Emma Thompson’s version of Beauty and the Beast is so wonderful. I love it.
  • THE FIRST TIME I HEARD EVERMORE IN THE MOVIE I WAS STUNNED INTO SILENCE AND JUST DAN STEVENS AGAIN GRACING ME WITH SUCH RAW EMOTION AND TALENT. SIGH I JUST LOVE THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE, I WOULD HAVE LOVED IT EVEN MORE HAD I BEEN REALLY INTO THE SECOND TIME SEEING IT BUT ALAS THE PERSON BESIDE ME WAS LAUGHING AND I WAS JUST LIKE… RUDE. HONESTLY THOUGH THE PAIR OF PIPES DAN STEVENS HAS HE HAS SUCH A BEAUTFUL RANGE AND WHEN HE SINGS ANGELS DESCEND FROM HEAVEN, AND JUST THIS WHOLE FUCKING SONG GAVE ME THE LAARGEST EARGASM THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT. LIKE HONESTLY GOD BLESS ALAN MUSICAL GENIEUS KING MENKEN
  • Honestly everyone is at war against whether Josh or Dan’s version is better and I just prefer Dan’s version so much. I found Josh Groban’s version too slow even though he sings like an angel too.  
  • tt.tt  THE MOB SONG and the castle staff going up in arms was always my fave in the 90s version. And it did not disappoint.

Bullet points are done I am heading into paragraph summarizing my thoughts on the last 30-40 minutes. BECAUSE THIS SHIT WAS UNREAL, and HARROWINGLY DARK. AND I LOVED THESE CHANGES FROM THE ORIGINAL.

THE WHOLE CASTLE TURRET CHASE SCENE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I HAD MULTIPLE HEAR TATTACKSTHE FACT THEY SWITCHED UP THE HUNTING KNIFE AND REPLACED IT WITH A PISTOL that moment when the Beast gets shot oh god.

Like when Belle comes back and sees the Beast and he literally SHOUTS OUT HER NAME I am crying?? and deceased?? and then he gets shot 2 more times honestly this was equally amazing and heartbreakingly brutal.

And let me tell the whole concept of the castle actually breaking apart as the petals fall, that is just such a neat spin and I love it.


So like I said I found the twist with the curse fascinating because in the original the only thing it focused largely on was the Beast, Mrs Potts, Plumette, Lumiere , Cogsworth and FruFru. I LOVE THAT THE MOVIE CEMENTED AND ROUNDED ALL OF THE CASTLE STAFF AND GAVE THEM A LARGER SPOLIGHT THAN IN THE ORIGINAL LIKE THE CASTLE STAFF MAKES UP HALF OF THE CAST/CHARACTERS FOR THIS MOVIE. For the past week and a half people have said why was the inanimate scene so long and drawn out? Because the castle staff are the greatest and the only family the Beast has besides Belle that’s why… the end. Also I ship the hell out of Cadenza & Garderobe, Plumette and Lumiere AND MR AND MRS POTTS OMG.

THE WHOLE INANIMATION SEQUENCE HAD MY ENTIRE SOUL IN SHREADS, IVE ??? NEVER?? CRIED??? SO MUCH IN MY LIFE??? LIKE LUMIERE HOLDING PLUMETTE IN HIS ARMS AND SETTING HER DOWN GENTLY AND MRS POTTS NOT BEING ABLE TO GET TO CHIP AND CHIP ALMOST FUCKING BREAKING BUT THE COATHANGER CATCHING HIM THE LAST SECOND AS HIS SAUCER BREAKS?  CADENZA AND GADEROBE REUNITING AND HER TELLING HIM THAT HE IS BRAVE JUST BEFORE SHE FADES AWAY AND HIM BEGGING HER NOT TO LEAVE HIM?? I MEAN THAT IS THE TEXTBOOK DEFINIITION OF PURE AND UTTER DEVOTION RIGHT THERE FRIENDS.THE SADDEST THING ABOUT THEIR INANIMATION SCENE IS THE FACT THAT THEIR DOGGO FRU FRU BECOMES INANIMATE BETWEEN THEM. COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE SAYING GOODBYE. NEED I SAY MORE.

BUT THEN THE TRANSFORMATION SCENE HAPPENED AND I COULD NOT BREATHE I LOVEED HOW THEY FILMED THIS SCENE AND HOW EMMA AND DAN PLAYED THIS SCENE. NEVER IN MY LIFE WILL I LOVE ANYTHING AS MUCH AS I LOVE THIS SCENE.

Everyone is like “well why didn’t they say anything?”

I LOVED that HE DID NOT NEED TO SAY ‘BELLE, ITS ME?”

this iconic masterly filmed sequence only needed to be filmed with sheer BODY LANGUAGE, VISUAL EXPRESSIONS AND EMOTIONS COMING FROM BOTH DAN AND EMMA AND I JUST AM ASTOUNDED? EVERYTHING THEY FELT COULD BE SEEN BY THE AUDIENCE I FELT THAT SHIT DEEP IN MY SOUL AND IVE ANALYZED EVERYTHING LEADING UP TO THE KISS. FROM THEIR LOOKS OF DAZED WONDERMENT AFTER BEAST TURNS BACK INTO A HUMAN, AND HIS LITTLE HUFF OF RELIEF AFTER HE INTIALLY TURNS AROUND AND FACES EMMA, TO DAN’S HEAVY BREATHING, BELLE PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR AND HIM THREADING HIS FINGERS THROUGH HERS IN TURN? THE FACE TOUCH AS SHE IS LOOKING FOR ANY SIGN THAT THIS IS INFACT THAT GUY SHE LOVES?? (HONEST TO GOD THAT SHOT OF DAN HE IS ALREADY A BEAUTFUL GUY BUT HOLY HELL HE LOOKED SO GOOD IN THIS SCENE) THE CLOSE UP SHOT OF HIS EYES. HER RELIEVED LAUGH AND THE IMMENSE GENTLE CAUTION BETWEEN THEM JUST BEFORE THEY KISS AND THAT GIANT ASS INHALE DAN TAKES AS SOON AS THEY MAKE CONTACT ALSO MENTIONING THE FACT THAT ONCE THEY DO KISS HER HAND MOVES FROM HIS CHEST TO HIS WAIST.

THIS WHOLE SCENE IS LITERALLY THE LIVING EMBODIMENT OF THE PATRICK STEWART ACTING GIF

I LOVE THIS KISS SO MUCH HONESTLY ITS MY FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS.

The best was when they all became human again and reunited and were left with parting gifts from the curse. I laughed out loud when they showed Stanley Tucci with no teeth. 

UGH AND THE LAST SCENE WITH CADENZA BEING SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SMILING AS THE WIFEY IS SINGING again.

EMMA AND AUDRA singing the final number omg the whole coronation dance scene was everything. 

AND JUST THIS WHOLE MOVIE IS FABULOUS AND I NEEDED THE DVD TO BE RELEASED YESTERDAY.

1: june 3rd

“That was rude, Jess. I’m hurt.” He covers his heart with both hands, holding onto his peck through his tank top tightly. “I was going to invite you inside but I’m rethinking it now.”

“It is what it is.” Jessica shrugs like the excitement she felt fluttering in her stomach didn’t just churn into a tiny panic. “It’s not like I particularly wanted to watch you play Xbox anyway.”

“I had something else in mind.”

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Please consider: trans will freaking out and giving a younger camper a long lecture after they come into the infirmary with bruised/cracked ribs from binding with ace bandages and after that incident you can get free binders at the infirmary if you need it

Will Solace had seen a lot of things in his days as head medic of Camp Half Blood, head surgeon on the battlefield, and head counselor of the Apollo cabin. A lot of those things had scared him, had scarred him, and had left him gasping for breath afterwards, waking from night terrors that shook him awake to stare at the moon as if asking for guidance. Most of these things included the sinew-y stubs of missing limbs, bloodied wounds left by claws and teeth, or insides that were, decidedly, no longer insides; things like that. There were other things, too, that shook him - these for an entirely different reason.

There were other things, too, that hit far too close to home.

To set the scene: it was a relatively quiet day. There hadn’t been any new campers for a few weeks now, so there were less newbies getting injured trying to “climb the totem pole” and impress people. No one had come back from any quests recently and likely wouldn’t for a week yet at least. There’d only been a handful minor injuries so far for the day. Younger campers coming in with scratched knees or aching tummies had been the most of Will’s worries for the majority of the morning and he was rather glad for it.

At least, until Mateo Herrera came into the infirmary.

Now, Mateo; he was a good kid. Mateo, in fact, was a very good kid and very rarely ended up in the infirmary. Mostly, Will knew him from the few times Austin could manage to drag his older brother to his music classes. Mateo played the trombone and was very good at it for a beginner. Will respected that. By Kayla’s descriptions, he was also quite good at archery - it was almost uncanny, in fact, how close the two sharp-shooters were in ability, despite Mateo being much newer to the craft.

Distantly, Will wondered when Apollo would hurry up and claim the boy. He was unclaimed and had been for the six months he’d been at camp. Surely it wouldn’t be much longer, right?

This was what Will thought often in regards to the younger boy, but was definitely far from his thoughts when Mateo whispered his reason for being there.

“Will,” said Mateo, his whisper fear-filled and a bit too loud. “My chest has been hurting and I think I know why.”

Normally, Will would chalk it up to growing pains, give dear Matty-boy an aspirin or something, and send him on his way out, but the way Mateo was holding himself seemed more serious. He was obviously very sore and seemed to have difficulty breathing comfortably.

“Why’s that, Mr. Herrera?” Will said as nicely as he could (though Nico told him often that his bedside manner when he was in “Doctor Mode” was oftentimes absolutely dreadful and usually hilariously so).

Mateo’s dark brown eyes looked down at his red and black sneakers, his weight shifting from his left side to his right. He looked up at Will in embarrassment, taking a hand up to smooth the dark curls growing out of his head. “Well,” he said. “I have kind of a… body issue. And the way I take care of it makes it ache.”

Will nodded seriously, hoping distantly that his eyes conveyed kindness. “What is this issue, Mateo?”

He coughed, which quickly died and turned into a wince, accompanied by a slight wince. Mateo admitted with difficulty, “I have breasts. And I… bandage them to make them less noticeable b-but-”

“Wait,” Will’s eyes grew wide and he knew he was showing a bit of teeth, but he couldn’t help himself. The look on his face was undoubtedly the same expression he’d made many an occasion - occasions such as, for example, the first time Austin said “bitch” and the first time Kayla admitted that she kind of wanted to join the Hunters of Artemis (but that was a story for a different time). It was a look of disappointment - the shocked, protectively angry kind of disappointment. “Bandage, you said?”

Face full of shame, Mateo nodded. “Yeah, ace bandages. They aren’t that good but they can make you pretty flat-”

Will put down the clipboard he’d been holding as carefully as he could. Without meaning to, he’d begun to grip it so hard that his knuckles had turned white and since he didn’t want to break it, it seemed wiser this way. “Mr. Herrera, will you follow me to the back? I’d like you to take those bandages off for a quick x-ray. This may be urgent.”

Mateo nodded, visibly sweating. “Okay,” his voice shook. “Yeah, no problem.”

In a few minutes time, Mateo had taken the x-rays, and seemed very glad to be out of the ace bandages, though Will could see those lines setting into the younger boy’s face that seemed to spell one thing, a thing Will knew very well; dysphoria. Will knew it wouldn’t be easy for poor Mateo, but he had to put his foot down.

“No more binding.” Will demanded. Mateo opened his mouth to protest but the blond shook his golden-haired head. “No. No buts and no whats. I’m the doctor and I say no binding, at least for a while. Ace bandages are not okay, Matty.”

Mateo looked down at his feet again, examined the light reflecting off of the three remaining aglets. His eyes shined too, only with tears.

Will sighed, his heart maybe breaking a little. “Mateo… I understand, okay? But there are better ways. Safer ways. Your ribs aren’t like normal bones. Those bandages can squeeze them all wrong, break them even. You seem to be mostly alright, luckily, it was smart of you to come to me, but… I’ll check the x-ray just to be sure.”

Mateo nodded. He rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand and sniffled. “Thanks. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Will said. “Be safer. I’m gonna have to ask you not to bind for at least a week. But, don’t worry. I won’t bind either. You won’t be alone in this.”

Mateo made a face, confused. “Wait, I don’t understand. What do you mean you won’t either?”

“I’m trans, too, Matty-man.” Will shrugged. “I don’t really hide it. But, after all this, I can help you get a real binder too. You’re a bigger size than me,” Will was a bean pole of a boy and Mateo was much shorter and a bit chubby. He’d definitely need a bigger size - Will was already theorizing his measurements, which, once he realized he was, was a bit creepy. “So I can’t lend you one of mine, but we can get them here easily enough.”

“How?”

Will shrugged again. “Mr. D is the genderfluid patron god of transgender and gender non-conforming individuals. I’m always surprised more people don’t know that.”

Mateo smiled for the first time since he’d walked into the infirmary. “Wait, really?”

Will nodded. “Yup. I would be, except I’m not genderfluid and also about a gazillion years too late.” Mateo laughed, so Will continued. “Some sweet benefits, though, right?” Giggling quietly, Mateo nodded in agreement, and Will let himself relax a bit.

It had been a long time since Will was in Mateo’s shoes, and had definitely been lucky to have Cecil’s mother, who was and always would be PFLAG to the grave and had immediately done everything she could to help this baby she had taken in, to help this boy she’d barely known be true to himself and to the people around him. As soon as Will had begun to have noticeable… unwanted developments, he’d gotten his first binder - a simple black tank that had meant the world to him. It was too small now, but he still had it. Sentimental value and all that.

If Mateo had been able to fit it, however, Will would’ve handed it over. No one had told him that ace bandages were bad, it was obvious. No one had helped him cut his hair, which was a mess of curls cut at short but varying lengths once you saw it up close. No one had helped Mateo be Mateo. And Will would do anything to give this kid the same kind of influence that his mama - and he would always call her that, Mama - had given him.

“Wait,” Mateo murmured. “You mean that? You won’t bind either?”

Will shook his head. “Nope. Think of it like… a blood pact. Except, instead of blood, it’s boobs. A boob pact.”

Mateo bit his lip to keep from laughing. “A boob pact?”

Solemn as he knew how to be, Will nodded. “A boob pact. A sacred bond between trans brothers. If you have to free ball it, then I will too.”

It was a moment that passed, in near silence, a kind of special care in the air between them, before Mateo tentatively smiled. “Thank you, Will.”

And Will smiled. “Of course, bud. Now…. Let’s take a look at those x-rays, huh? And then we can talk colors for your binder.”

“I like red.”

“Red is definitely your color. Absolutely yes.”

Maybe this encounter with Mr. Herrera wouldn’t wake Will in the dead of night, shaking. Making it wouldn’t bug him too terribly in daylight hours, even - the problem was solved, after all. But, when he would lay down for the night, pajamas warm and clean, blanket soft, pillows fluffed and cool, Will would be unable to close his eyes. He’d be stuck thinking of every home like Mateo’s, every home like the one Will had grown up in - if you could call those things homes. Every place and every transgender child with a sad face and a lie on their nametag. These are the things that stain his evening thoughts, that remind him of days long past. Things are better now, he tells himself. I’m safe now. I can help kids in ways more important than even I realize. Sometimes, it helps him sleep. The look on Mateo’s face when he sees his first binder… it helps. The look on Mama’s face when he tosses a golden drachma into a spray of rainbow mist just before bed, the yell of happy surprise when she notices the call… it helps.

But there is still work to be done.

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sorry this got super weird and dark aksjda ive been having Thoughts and i wanted to add them here. to lgbt, mogai, or otherwise queer people struggling with accepting their identity - it may not always seem like it, but its does get better. maybe not all at once or all the time, but please, take it one day at a time. remember the people that come after us too. we have to survive. for people like us, we have to survive. keep the legacy alive, keep fighting for a better future, so people like us, so kids like mateo here don’t have to fight quite so hard. and for the love of god don’t bind with ace bandages and don’t double bind!!!!!!! be safe out there, you dorks! - mod will

Untimely Ripped

Until I was rushed into emergency surgery, there was nothing really unusual about my pregnancy. I was perfectly healthy for nine months. I went to doula-guided community yoga classes where we processed our pregnancies in group talks and learned about safe, empowering natural alternatives to the Patriarchal Medical Establishment. I sailed into and out of appointments with my OB/GYN (who I went to because I was pretty sure I’d want that epidural in the end, no matter how patriarchal it was). I didn’t have a single complication or complaint to report. And then I actually went into labor, and everything went wrong at once.

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Five Reasons to Say "I Love You" (Chapter IV)

Originally posted by fandomediiits

Reason: They Stand Up For You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, feat. Tony Stark

Warning: Cursing, mentions of death

Summary: Peter and Y/n are best friends and have been ever since they were in kindergarten. Due to their close friendship, Peter has never said how he loved Y/n since they were children. But, as Y/n and Peter get older and Peter starts to have stronger feelings for Y/n, he can’t keep the words on the tip of his tongue.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Holy shit! Two chapters released in one day? This is the fourth part of my new Peter Parker series. There’s two more coming soon.

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Y/N sat at a lab station, her chin rested in her hand as she watched the little robot she created run across the table. Her beautifully lit e/c eyes could not be seen due to the swollen nature of one and the pained glisten of the other.

Purple was most definitely not Y/n’s favorite color at that moment in time.

Her hair covered most of her stained face, but the curtain of h/c hair could not hide the upset look that crossed her soft features.

Peter watched from across the room as Y/n’s rose colored lips were turned into a pout, her little robot seemingly more energetic that she was. He had not heard her quiet voice at all that day and he was starting to miss the habit of leaning into her to hear the words fall from her lips as if they were the most important thing she was to ever say.

He felt terrible. No good. God awful for what had happened.

It wasn’t his fault that she had been hurt, he knew that. It was her own anger that had caused a quarrel to be undone between her and Flash. It was her own stupidity that caused blood to rush from her nose and her eye to swell like Peter’s heart when he realized what she had done to stand up for him.

Idiocy that lead to injury, it was a new phenomenon for the century.

Tony, in an attempt to salvage the dignity of his young friend, pretended as if her perpetually horrific injury was a new fashion faux pas that she hadn’t realized was an issue at all. He used his humor to bring light back into Y/n’s eyes, but when the laughs died down, he noticed the lights had not returned and the young girl was still weighed by guilt.

For someone who had won the war, Y/N was acting as if she’d lost it. She single handedly fought off a boy with nothing more than her fists and intellect only to sit and pout when it was all over and done.

Peter wondered if it was the five detentions for fighting that she received or the injuries she sustained that was bothering her or the overwhelming fact that she had done something she swore off.

When Y/N and Peter were both just twelve years old, Y/N’s father passed away. He was an undercover cop, a man who ran with gang members and felons while all the while he had a badge under his shirt. But in the end that badge didn’t do him much good and he died on the scene of a cartel deal gone wrong, only to cause heartbreak to young Y/n.

It was after his funeral that Y/N felt that she had not done what her father had wanted her to do, to clean up her act and receive the honorable grades and reputation like Peter. She had told Peter that day, in her soft voice that was threaded with guilt and anger and broke under the weight of her words.

Peter could still remember the way her hand gripped the back of his collar as she cried on his shoulder and whispered in his ear the promise she wanted to make to her late father. He could recall the way her lips felt as they brushed against the skin of his ear as she whispered a broken apology and-

“You should really go talk to her, kid. She hasn’t said a word to me even though I’ve tried to speak to her.” Tony’s voice pulled Peter far from his daze of remembrance.

Peter nodded slowly, the fear rose in his back of his mind and a lump pressed against the back of his throat. He walked around his work station and walked towards Y/N’s as he counted every step he took as if it would be his last. He wasn’t scared of her, he was petrified of the idea that she wouldn’t speak to him about what she was feeling.

“Hey, bug.” Peter’s voice threatened to crack as he took a seat across from her.

“Please, just leave me alone, Peter.” Y/N’s sweet voice was tainted by a pain Peter couldn’t quite understand.

“Bug, please talk to me. I just want to help.”

“You can’t help anything, Peter. Okay? Just give it up.” Y/n replied.

“Is this about the fight with Flash or something else?” Peter asked. “Is it about your father?”

Y/N’s eyes were rolled and Peter noticed. There was a stain of red on her rose shirt that seemed to shine against the color that had complimented Y/N’s eyes that morning when Peter saw her.

“Of course it’s about my dad. Of course it is. I made a promise to him, Peter, that I’d never get in a fight again and now I feel like I need to follow his footsteps, to live and die by a .45.” Y/N said, her tone too in favor of the dramatics for Peter’s taste.

Peter’s hand shot forward and found its way on Y/N’s. His calloused fingertips massaged the pure skin of the back of her hand as he clung to the muscle memory he would hold this in.

“You know you didn’t have to break a promise for me, bug. I never want you to do that.”

“I had to do that for you.” Y/N replied, her eyes running over the lines of their tangled hands. “I just had to. I can’t stand to see Flash doing what he’s been doing to you. I can’t take it anymore. I’d rather get a black eye and a bloody nose than for you to go day after day carrying the weight of his bullshit.”

Peter was touched. No, touched wasn’t the correct word to explain how Peter was feeling and flattered wasn’t suitable either. Peter felt, overjoyed at the sounds of all her words. He could feel his hands start shaking at the sound of her voice, the unbroken strength that laced the sweet ring of it as she spoke to him once again.

“You mean everything to me, Peter. I don’t want you to have to deal with the pain anymore.” Y/N confessed as her lip found its way between her teeth.

It was her way of saying she loved Peter and the concept of that flew high above his head.

Y/N had known that Peter may never catch onto the hints that were regularly thrown his way, that her attempts to get him to notice her the way she wished to be seen may end up failed.

But, she knew that this one slip up, this one minuscule glitch in her life would catch the attention of Peter’s lacking romantic mind.

She was the kind of girl to throw her head back, laugh and allow her fist to make contact with your arm as she called you a dork to only mean the insult in a way one might say that they loved you.

Her voice may have been sweet and soft, perfection in the ways of romance, but the poetic lines of the romantic were something she left unspoken and the three words that were thrown around people like confetti were not something she would allow herself to say.

“Thank you, bug. But please, leave the fighting to me.” Peter’s voice slowly pulled Y/N from her dream

“Why can’t I be the hero of the story for once?”

Y/N’s lips curled into a smile, the first Peter had seen since he retrieved her from the principal’s office after school that day. She was still beautiful to him, even if her makeup was a bit smudged, her shirt was stained and her eye was swollen. Yes, it was true, Peter held true love in his heart that brought him to believe that even in a time of pure pain lined by happiness, Y/N was as beautiful as she was in his dreams lined by gold.

“Oh, bug, I-“ Peter paused as he rubbed circles into Y/N’s hand. “I’m so glad that you’re my best friend.”

Wow its been so long since ive written batman joker stuff holy shit. inspired by @gayforbatjokes colour au. i need to edit it and might continue it idk…


Jack’s life was perfect, or near enough.

Indeed there were some bad aspects; He was woken by a screaming baby 3 times per night, his wife would be irritable and snappy during the day from the lack of sleep, as would he. He wasn’t too fond of his job either, he’d never imagined himself as a pencil pusher but the arrival of their little ‘Angel’ James had forced him to take the first job he came across.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Ad, I've been a big fan of you and your art for a long time, and I was wondering if you could give me some advice. I'd love to become a professional artist when I'm older, but everyone (including myself) thinks my art looks terrible. I'm conflicted and I wonder if it's worth the effort. What should I do?

give up. just give up, right now.

look at that, its me, a person whose opinion you respect. and im telling you to give the fuck up. your art looks terrible, so why would anyone care, right?

are you still there? did you take my advice in yet? no? good.


life is unfair. from even before the moment were born, some are getting royally fucked over by life while others are already being set a nice little path to glory.
some people are born with talent, and some are not. looks like you werent born with the talent to draw. 

so right now, there are hundreds, thousands of people out there who have the same experience as you, yet draw a shit ton of times better than you. too bad.

should it let you stop you though? should someones opinion change the value of your art? well, if you really want to be an artist, then the answer should always be: FUCK NO.


you werent born with natural talent for art. guess who wasnt either? me.
since i was a little kid, ive always had shit hand coordination, ive always been really clumsy and hopeless. my drawings looked like the other kids’, if not worse. so why am where i am right now?

almost 15 years ago i started playing piano. it took my teachers 4 years to realize i could barely decipher music sheets, and since then i can still barely read them. i havent had a teacher in 7 years. but im still playing. it takes me hundreds of hours to get a song right, and then the moment i try to learn a new song im back to square one. its very frustrating.

now, for someone whos been playing piano for 15 years, im as awful as can be. but for someone who just plays piano in general? im ok! yeah, sure, there are tons of people ahead of me, but who cares? my playing sounds good enough.


ive progressed a lot in drawing along the years as well. go ahead, look at my art tag chronologically, jump to random pages, youll see how things changed.

change. my art changes. it evolves. it grows, because i give it time to change. because i keep drawing. had i listened to people telling me to give up, none of this wouldve happened. this blog wouldnt exist, i wouldnt be in animation school, and my art would be nowhere to be found. 

so many possibilities, crushed in a single instant by a reckless decision.


do you want to be an artist? do you really want to be an artist? then dont give up. dont let anyone talk you into it.
keep creating. keep learning. make yourself a better person. 

and honestly, who gives a shit if your art still looks bad in 3 years. at least itll be worth something. itll be worth more than anything an artist who was naturally born with talent couldve ever made. 

now get to work, and prove everyone who was trashing your art wrong.

The Point of No Return - Part 1

Originally posted by taetaehyungs

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Your friendship with the maknae of BTS suddenly turns into something else. You don’t know exactly why or when this happened but you sure know there is no going back. Will you regret it in the end?

Words: 5k-ish

Genre: Slight smut, but not quite there. Yet.

Inspired by: The Point of no Return - The Phantom of the Opera (do me a favor and listen to it if tou haven’t already)


You felt your phone vibrate against your thigh while you entered the exam room to check on your patient for what seemed like the billionth time that day. It was an unusually slow day at the hospital, and that seemed like a great change of pace at first, but turned out to be very frustrating as you watched the hours pass by and tried to keep busy until your shift ended. Nothing had changed since your last examination 5 minutes ago, except that now you seemed to make Dubu’s (a very adorable abyssinian cat) owner a little anxious with the excessive attention they were receiving from you. You smiled at her reassuringly from across the exam table, while you scratched Dubu’s head caringly, silently telling them everything was okay. As you eyed Dubu’s iv fluid bag you noticed that it was almost over, and forced yourself to come to terms with the fact that you would have to discharge your only distraction for the night.

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“Cautious” - Part 2

“Cautious” - Part 2

Part 1 - Here 
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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bruce Banner x Reader (Father-Daughter type of relationship)

Word Count: 2,173

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Violence,

Summary:  Bucky is now pretty much rehabilitated and able to be part of the group. He has nightmares sometimes, but not nearly as much as he used to. Reader was taken by Hydra and made the subject of experiments due to her having powers (something similar to the force, but not the force). The team rescues her after a mission and takes her in. She struggles with control sometimes, is very skittish sometimes, and hasn’t talked to anyone since arriving at the tower. She only talks to Bruce Banner. Soon enough, Bucky takes an interest in her. Let’s see how this unfurls.

Originally posted by mysharona1987

Author’s Note: Welcome to part 2! I know this story may seem very slow, and a lot of people are waiting for the part where everything comes together. Feel free to skip around or read it in order (reading in order would be nice). Its up to you.

This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

As always, a special thank you to @goodnightwife for being my wonderful beta reader and helping me through more than just writing! Please go check out her work! 

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

<3

 - DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @luciebell-writes @goodnightwife @bicrypt @bexboo616


“Alright, Banner, update us on the girl.” Tony said over his shoulder as he piloted the jet. Everyone listened up as Bruce cleared his throat a bit.

“Well, her name is (Y/N) (L/N). She was kidnapped by Hydra, and I think I just found out why. She has powers. They were most likely trying to figure out how to use her as a weapon for them.”

“How do you know this? What type of powers does she have?” Natasha asked.

“Well, she told me her name. And I just saw her make a water bottle fly into her hand from about 4 feet away. She may have more abilities, but that’s all I know so far. Well, that and she is very uneasy around people. Groups mostly. She knows who the Avengers are and that we are the good guys, but as you all saw earlier, she is still very wary of us. She seems to be okay with me so far, but I would advise everyone to be cautious and consider what she’s been through. We all know how messed up Hydra can be, and she has been missing for 2 months. That’s a lot of damage done to that girl.”

Everyone went silent for a minute, taking in all the new info.

“We’re taking her in right? There’s no way she can be thrown back into her old life. Especially if she has special abilities that were being watched by Hydra. That leaves a huge target on her back.” Bucky spoke up. Some of the group is a bit surprised. Yes Bucky has made a great recovery, but he has never really shown this much interest in someone new.

“I thought the same. We will be taking her back to the tower with us. I need to do some diagnostics. I will also personally watch over her. Like I said before, she has been okay with me.” Bruce answers. Bucky nods his head in acceptance.

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You felt the ship jerk a bit. A few seconds afterwards, the door opened and Steve Rogers came in. You felt a bit tensed and pushed yourself back a bit. You hit the wall, nowhere else to run. Steve kept his distance and knelt down so he could make eye contact, or at least try to.

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War of Love (Lafayette x Reader) Part 10 (Final)

Words: 4749

Tags: @pearltheartist @unprofessional-inhumanbeing @fandomsinabookshelf

Warnings: violence, cursing, unwanted advances, ?

A/N: GUYS THIS IS THE LAST ONE! I’ve been working on this for about two weeks (yea i know) and its finally here! ive had a lot of fun writing this and im sad that its over. Well, that’s all i have to say. enjoy!

Previous Chapter // Extra Scenes


“You, what?” Lafayette said. You smiled, looking down at the ground. He lifted your chin, making your eyes focus on him. He moved closer, leaving less than a foot between you two. “Please say that again, Y/N. I want to make sure what I heard is true.” You blushed at the proximity.

“I love you, Gilbert. I have for a while now.” He laughed, letting go of your face. You watched him jump in glee, and you were surprised at how relaxed he was. He was always straight and proper around you, it was nice to see him loosen up. Once he was done doing whatever he was doing, he turned back to you.

“I love you, Y/N. I am sure of it now,” He walked back to you, closing the distance again. Your heart couldn’t take all the stress that you placed in its care, and when he said that to you, it finally relaxed, letting out a deep breath. You were leaning on a tree, and Lafayette had his hands on either side of you.

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I work for a community center teaching arts and crafts to kids as an outreach program for the city and Wednesdays I go to the library. See the city workers like me wear a uniform of bright blue polo shirts and khakis and the library staff obviously does not. Ive been doing this for two years and the public still hasn’t caught onto this yet and I still get confused as a library employee. And sometimes people get very confused and angry that I cant help them because I DONT WORK THERE.

Its not the only crap ive gotten for my art program, which I used to work, plan and organize by myself. Sometimes the projects hard sometimes its too easy, i dont pay attention to everyone but im not engaged enough pftt finally given an assistant but still make it better? The kids I teach are mostly 6 to 9 year olds. And even though theres an age limit I still get 2 to three year olds that cant use scissors or draw.

My budgets been cut multiple times and my second activity was axed. And I hold this activity in a kids room filled with toys that they arent allowed to touch during art time which is a library rule and parents get mad at me when their kid has a meltdown because they cant play.

So anyway one day my and my coworker had a really good day at our program or so we thought we had a good turnout and lots of fun then we come in and our boss is like we need to speak with you. Turns out there was a complaint, the only one we’ve had mind you, about yelling at someones kids and upsetting them. I have never yelled at a child ever Ive never even raised my voice to anyone as long as Ive worked there and neither has he so we just looked at eachother and were like what? When? And tried to defend ourselves.

And boss kept it vague but we assured him we never even saw this happen. Turned out later a disgruntled library employee scolded some kids for playing in the kid room when they werent supposed to and the parents assumed it was us. When we asked if they were wearing a uniform or not boss said he asked but the person didn’t remember. Howncan you not remember the shirts are a bright obnoxious blue color.

Since we never had a complaint before boss let it slide because we’re good with kids and our jobs. But now have to go extra steps to greet and pay attention to everyone. Even though its just the two of us vs 26 kids with paint. Boss stopps by every week to check and tried to ‘help’ but cant do any type of art to save his life. We cant afford to hire another person to help so we have to figure it out ourselves.

Just people, the library staff does NOT wear CITY labled uniforms if they paid any attention. I cant help you because I dont work there and I didnt yell at your kid that you should have been watching.

Family Bonding

Rating: T

Warning: None

Word Count: 850

Mafia Reaction: Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII 

Mafia One Shots: Junmyeon | Chanyeol 


Chanyeol sat on the couch, with two little ones curled up to his sides.  Each one of his arms was draped protectively over each son.  He smiled as the one curled further into him as Maleficent appeared on the screen.  You slowly walked into the living room placing your purse on the counter lightly.  Peering over, you looked at your gorgeous boyfriend with his two sons.  He peered up at you, smiling as you placed a quick kiss on his lips.  

“Long day?”  He asked, as he indicated to your clothes.  

“One of the patients was a bleeder, I didn’t want to the boys to see.”  The eldest peered up and put his lips to his mouth.  You nodded your head as he turned his attention back to the movie.  

“Talk later?”  You whispered as you quickly kissed him once more before the twins groaned from their movie time with dad being interrupted.  


The four of you were all having dinner in the kitchen, their spaghetti flying everywhere as you tried to keep them clean.  Chanyeol chuckled as he wiped away some sauce.  Suddenly there was a knock on the door as both of you paused.  Looking towards the entrance, Chanyeol stood up, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a gun.  

“Chan!”  You whispered as he quickly hid it before the twins noticed, who were both eating happily still.  The knock happened again as he nodded for you to take the twins.  You quickly picked up the oldest and held out your hand to the little one as they whined.  

“Time to play hide and seek little ones.”  You whispered as you made your way back to your shared room with Chanyeol.  Chanyeol opened the door when he heard his bedroom close.  Standing there was Baekhyun and Kyungsoo.  

“Hey Boss.”  He smiled as he tucked the gun behind his back.  

“Something startling you?”  Kyungsoo asked as he made his way into the house.  Chanyeol noticed as his eyes glanced at the four plates.  

“Dinner?”

“We weren’t sure who it was.”  Chanyeol said honestly as Kyungsoo made his way to the living room, taking a seat.  Baekhyun patted Chanyeol on the back as he walked in, leaning against the wall.  

“It’s not exactly the best neighborhood.”  Kyungsoo nodded as he looked around the small apartment.  

“I see your girls working at the hospital, nurse isn’t it?”  Kyungsoo smiled as he picked up a photo of the four of of you.  

“Yeah, she became an RN.”

“When she went missing for 3 years.”  Kyungsoo placed the photo down on its face as You repeated, the kids still in the back.

“To save three people I might add.”  You spoke sternly as Kyungsoo gazed up at you.  

“___, lovely to see you again.”  You smiled as you leaned against the frame of the opening.   

“Always a pleasure Soo.”  He smiled as he stood up walking over and developing you into a hug.  

“I’m sorry ___.”  You hugged him back as you felt him pull you tighter.

“It’s okay Soo.  Noona’s back.”  you whispered as Chanyeol smiled at your exchange.  You always were the one to make Kyungsoo more human.  Pulling away he wiped his eyes real quick as he smiled at you.  

“You should move back to the house.  It’s safer than before.”  

“I heard you took over.”

“I heard you had twins.”  

“I heard you got married.

“I heard you’re not.”  Chanyeol rolled his eyes at the siblings.  Suddenly everyone heard a bang from the bedroom, like someone had fallen, along with a cry.  Chanyeol took off faster than you, as you quickly followed.  Kyungsoo and Baekhyun followed as Chanyeol opened the door to see one twin on the bed and other rubbing his head and crying.  Chanyeol went to the youngest on the floor as you picked the oldest up.  

“What did I say about pushing your brother?”  

“I didn’t he fell.”  Chanyeol picked up the crying one, and held him close as you’re leaned up kissing his head.  

“There, there, everything’s okay now.  Appa’s got you.”  He smiled as Kyungsoo and Baekhyun laughed at him.  “I’m still armed dicks.”  You smacked his back as he winced.  

“Language.”  Kyungsoo smiled at the family in front of him.  

“Just think about it, Noona.  Chanyeol always follows whatever you want, he has since we were kids.  It’s safer and the two will be properly taken care of by the family.”  

“I’ll think about it Soo.”  You kiss the oldest twin on the forehead as he sat down on the bed.  His short legs unable to hold him any longer.  Chanyeol’s twin was just whimpering as he was slowly calming down.  

“Chanyeol…”  Chanyeol looked at his boss as Kyungsoo smiled at him.  “You make a perfect Dad.”  He nodded as Kyungsoo turned to leave, Baekhyun waved goodbye as he followed closely behind.  Chanyeol leaned over kissing you on the forehead as he patted the other twin.   

“It’s the only nice thing he’s said to you since we started dating.”

“It’s the best thing he’s ever said to me.”  He smiled as looked lovingly at his most important people.      

anonymous asked:

Why you so incredible and amazing and very beautiful you are true inspiration I see a woman of God in you

Aw well thank you love. I’m far from a saint though. I’ve just been taking everyday one step at a time. And I do appreciate the love that you and others show me. You are very sweet and I do value the bond I have with you guys.

I want to take the time to thank my lil brother Bran over @lowlifeent-vu for reminding me why I started doing this work to begin with. And @queenmajestyvu who also reminded me that I need to keep reaching for the stars regardless of what’s in front of me.

Thanks to @ejoiner12 who I honestly don’t deserve to have in my corner but am truly grateful for him being in my life and sticking with me and uplifting me when I truly needed it.

My beautiful baby’s mother @beelikemarrie who I thank god for everyday she’s in my life to keep me in check. She’s my ride or die and Ive had some of the greatest vu experiences with this girl. She’s amazing.

To @theabstrvct who in just a short time has become my dearest friend and I truly value her friendship, her strength and her love.

@djkaifir3 whos like a sister to me and my baby’s favorite auntie. Thank you sis for always being 100 with me even when I didn’t deserve your love. You’re my right hand and I’m your left. I love you so much bunny love. ❤

To @xlusci0usx who started this business with me and we’ve been kicking ass and turning heads together ever since. I know you are gonna knock this CEO gig out the park and I’m super proud of you. Love you mami

@henvoiv who makes me want to stab him daily. We have our ups and downs. But you’ve been in my corner since day one and I’m super grateful. Stop being a hoe and give some nice big butt girl the awesome husband I know you can be. 😘

@ttbro1 my work husband who always makes sure I’m okay and that my day is going well. My lil sunshine who’s smile warms my heart everytime he walks in a room.

@50shad3s the reason I’m addicted to island dudes now. Thanks for pretty much keeping it 100 with me. Never trying to change me and reminding me that I’m actually pretty at this stuff. You and me share a mental connection that’s undeniable.

@remedyremy wit yo fine ass. I’m looking forward to a lot of great things with you. Thanks for being here and cheering me up when I needed it most.

to @inookii probably the funniest and prettiest bish on vu. The laughs I’ve shared with this woman and the love and respect I have her is out of this world. Thanks bish. ❤

To @mrtremainerashad even though I’d punch you in the face right now and not think twice about it. Fr you are aggy asf. Thanks for being you I enjoyed our relationship while it lasted. I enjoy our friendship and pray one day we can repair it. The spiritual connection we have one I can’t honestly say I have shared with anyone rl or on here, awesome. But I hope you get a papercut from a paper cup… Baby steps fam.

@irishkingvu ill stop being mad at you one day. One day. Well argue in our inbox like we do every other day and all will be right in our unusual ass friendship. But thanks for being here when times were tough. And chill tf out. Seriously ppl aren’t going to always like you I got haters all over. I just say ‘thank you james’ and keep it moving. Learn from this experience and apply it to your life accordingly. Its gonna get better kid but only you can make those changes.

And @roberyndell who I’m still not quite sure why is around. We really don’t like each other and fight like an elderly married couple. Lol but I will say there’s a soft side to his mean ass and he’s really grown on me in the last year. Thank you for being you meathead.

There is something I do need to get off my chest. I take my friendships very seriously so I do often go hard for the people I consider friends. Though that same love may not always be returned. I try not to be a bother but it does get to me. However I wish those people well and pray for everyone daily. I’m gonna stick around for the folks that are still rocking with me and been here since day one. I miss my @imperialxxxstacy family, but this is just a new chapter for Alyssa Jameson. I’ll see you guys around my feed.

lmao i actually did it

i havent written in like, almost two years so I apologise for the fact that this is garbage. i also wrote it in like 3 hours.

anyway, enjoy this crappy oneshot karamel fans  pls accept me

(you can also read it on ao3 here)

the world’s stopped spinning (but only for me)

She was okay.

She saw the looks everyone sent her way when they thought she wasn’t watching, of course- the worried eyes, the furrowed brows. The pity.

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anonymous asked:

i know this is dirkjohn territory but would u mind talking about the dirkjake dynamic a bit in general... like how they work together & can improve & where their chemistry even stems from i guess bcos i have somewhat of a hard time seeing it

yeah no problem! wow holy shit this got long

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