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one thing that bugs me on jtv? the complete lack of acknowledgement of what petra’s been through. petra is an abuse survivor. the one constant presence in her life is a mother who amongst other things has threatened her, belittled her, constantly gaslights her, all for her own selfish gains. struggles through post-partum depression. discovers she has a twin- who could have become the family petra so desperately needs who drugs her, assumes her identity and tries to screw her over. watches her husband who she really does love fall in love with another woman whilst said woman is carrying the child she wanted so much. not to mention being kidnapped, suffering a late term miscarriage and feeling inferior to jane. and like? there is barely any mention of petra’s past. the only thing they bring up are her mistakes- which yes are a lot, and yes she has done some terrible things, but geez. please let petra go to therapy!!!!! please let petra be happy!!!!!!

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When you’re the Doe uninvited

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Hey guys! This is my new Jane and Lisbon video! I’ve been waiting MONTHS to make this video with this song,especially waiting for the final episode of season 7 so I could edit the video. You can see my struggle. 

I wanted to post this a day after to the finale. Unluckily, my parents renovated all my room so I couldn’t use the computer for more than a week :/ . 

I’ve seen other people have already posted their videos with the same song, and for a moment I thought there was no need to make one on my own, but as I said before, I’ve been waiting months for this so I said : 

What the hell, girl? Just do it!

So here it is. Just finished recently.

Hope you like it!

PS: If I have time, I’m thinking about making a tribute video, but it will take time to do it all. 

december eighth

December eighth; Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer by Jack Carroll

She sat on the couch with her stuffed animal and a blanket over her legs. Her eyes were glued onto the tv and I kept an eye on her while on the phone with Y/N, who was at the hospital.

“Is she okay?” YN asked me over the line.
“She’s fine; she’s just watching some cartoons. How’s the baby?” I replied.

Our baby is fine. He’s sleeping right now. Will you bring her tomorrow?”
“I will. We’ll be there all day if we have to.”

“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I hung up the phone and walked over to our daughter who was sitting on the couch.

Her hair was in what was my failed attempt at a braid. Strands were all over the place and she had some chocolate on top of her lip. I licked my thumb and removed the food stain, which went unnoticed by her.

“What’re you watching?” I asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders and just pointed at the screen. “That.”

I look at the screen and she leans against my body. The show that had enthralled her attention was Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. Not once did she blink as her eyes were truly glue onto the claymation in front of her. The theme song began playing and she stood up on the couch and started to softly bounce along to the beat of the song.

Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. “Daddy, what’s a Rudolph?”

“He’s a reindeer,” I replied.

Ohh.” She nodded. She turned her head to the screen, started jumping, stopped, and looked at me. “Daddy, what’s a reindeer?”

“Remember when we visited grandma and grandpa back in Canada?” I ask and she nods. “Those large, brown animals with the giant antlers we saw, the moose?” She nods her head again. “They’re like that, but smaller.”

“So they have their own show?”
“No.”

“Then why does the Rudolph have a song for him? Did you write it for him?”

I let out a little laugh and hold her hand. “No, baby. Someone else did. He has his own song because he’s special.”

“Why is he special?”
“Because he had a red nose.”

“So he’s cold? My nose gets red when I’m cold, where’s my song?”
“He has his own song because he did something good.”

“I do good things. Where’s my song?”

At this point she was no longer giving her attention to the television, but to me. Her brown hair hung to her shoulders and she looked at me with her eyes that looked just like her mothers.

“Baby, just watch the show and you’ll know what good thing he did.” I say and kiss her hand. She sat down and crossed her legs like a pretzel and held her bare feet.
“I still want a song.” She grumbled.

Slowly but surely she started to get hooked onto the show again. The phone rang and I got up to go answer it.

“Hello?” I answered.
“How is she?”

“She just discovered Rudolph and is mad she doesn’t have a song about her.” I replied.
“Did you tell her you wrote a whole album about her?”

“If she doesn’t understand the concept of a reindeer, I don’t think she’s going to understand what an album is. Wait, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“I can’t sleep. Sing me to sleep?”

“Hang on.” I walk over to the couch and hand the phone out to Jane. “Jane, baby, mommy’s on the phone.”

Jane grabs the phone and places it to her ear. “Mommy, do you know who Rudolph is?”

I laugh that she would rather ask her mom about a children’s character than ask where she is. She continues talking for about two minutes before passing the phone back to me.

“Mommy wants you.” She says, her eyes still on the tv as she holds the phone out to me.

“You told her who Rudolph is?” I ask into the line.
“No, I told her you would tell her.”

“What?”
“Goodnight, Shawn, I love you.”
“Goodnight, love you, too.”

I hang up the phone and bring my attention back to Jane. She holds her stuffed animal instead of her feet as she continues to watch the show, her jaw gasping a few times.

“Daddy, they’re being mean to Rudolph.” Jane says. “Make then stop it. That’s not nice.”

“Just keep watching.” I tell her.

“Daddy, stop them! They can’t do that.” Her bottom lip begins to tremble and I mute the tv.

“Okay, Rudolph is a deer with a red nose. They pick on him because he’s different. But in the end, he saves the day.” I tell her. She turns to face me with her big eyes.

“He’s a superhero?” She asks me.
“Yes, in a way. He saves Christmas.”

“He does?!”
“Yeah. Just keep watching, okay?”

I un-mute the show and Jane rests her head on my lap. I bring the blanket over her body and tuck her hair behind her ear as she watched the screen.

“Daddy, I’m tired.” She says a half hour later.
“You want me to carry you to bed?” I ask and she nods. “Alright, lets go.”

She sits up and wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my torso as I stand up and carry her up the stairs and to her bedroom. I tuck her into her bed and sit down on the mattress.

“Daddy?”
“Yeah?”

“How did Rudolph save Christmas?”
“Santa had to deliver presents and it was a dark night. So they had Rudolph lead the way with his red nose.”

“Daddy?”
“Yes, princess?”

“Were the other reindeer nice to Rudolph?” Jason asks as she yawns, revealing her missing teeth.

“They all became friends.” I say.
“Good. Goodnight daddy.”
“Goodnight Jane.” I lean down and kiss her forehead before turning on her night light and heading towards the door.

“Daddy?” Jane asks.
“Yes?” I say with my hand on the doorknob.

“Can you write a song for me?”
“Baby, I have a thousand songs just for you.”

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Caminah + Puerto Rico