right so i was thinking earlier about what if Peter Ashe had sent Flint and Vane to savannah instead of finishing the trial. it might not make sense but just imagine:
peter coming along to talk to james about miranda and thomas before sending them off
only he’s not exactly talking to james, is he. nah, he’s talking to Captain Flint. who’s immediate reaction is 'don’t even sAY THEIR NAMES YOU AS GOOD AS KILLED THEM BOTH’
and vane is sitting there like ‘i came out to attack people and im honestly not having fun right now’
vane and flint being taken to the field and then thomas is there and the reunion happens and vane is like. wait whats happening here
flint. flint what are you doing. where are you going. what - flint come back wE’RE A TEAM DON’T LEAVE A BROTHER BEHIND. WHO’S THAT.
WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM
FLINT WHAT ARE YOU DOING THAT IS NOT THE PLAN
thomas being able to comfort james after miranda’s death and stopping him from going Full Flint™
vane trying to discuss their plan and having to remind james and thomas look he’s not going to disappear if you look away
they leave savannah within three days. they only stay so long because thomas wouldn’t leave the other prisoners and james wouldn’t leave thomas and vane wouldn’t leave Captain Flint. I’m only here for the good of nassau
honestly. i don’t want you to take this as a sign that i like you
Life was hard. Of course, because that’s what life was about. Challenges, fights, and war.
“What the hell was that?!” Dean was shouting, again. We were out on a hunt that Sam found about a week ago, a simple hunt? No. Werewolves. Here we were to think it was just one or two, not a whole pack of seven. “I’m sorry! It’s not my fault!” “Don’t give me that bullshit.” He growled as I gently placed Sam on the bed earning a groan from him. “M’ sorry Sammy.” I said, kissing his forehead and quickly running out of the room to get the first aid kit that we kept in the closet down the hall before rushing back and getting out the needle and bandages.
“This is your damn fault.” Dean growled, running a hand down his face and starting to pace the room. “Dean! Stop it, you’re not helping Sam at all by just pacing the room.” “Well I wouldn’t have to help him if you didn’t mess up in the first place!” “That doesn’t matter right now!” Glaring at each other, before a sigh fell from my lips as I went back to working on Sam.
“You’re such a disappointment.” He sneered, voice dripping with venom as he left the room slamming the door. Probably going to take baby for a drive to clear his mind. Tears blurred my vision, but no matter what my goal was to stitch Sam up, my big brother and then get some rest for myself. “You shouldn’t have taken the hit for me Sammy..” I mumbled, brushing the hair out of his face as I started finishing up. Leaving the first aid kit on the table, in case he needed it in the morning while I walked to the door, taking a glance back at him before shutting it behind me and going back to my own room. Dean’s words ringing in my head ‘your damn fault’ ‘disappointment’ And he was right.
I knew my place with Sam and Dean, they would die for each other, of course. And I was just their useless baby sister, I knew I didn’t matter. Not to them.
Entering my room, I shut the door behind myself. Laying on the bed and letting the voices consume my head as always. Everyday was a battle to pass by, and the scars on my body was proof of that. But they didn’t know, no. How could I ever tell my brother’s who don’t even care? So, I don’t.
“Dean look! I drew a picture for you!” Five year old Y/n said, holding it up to her older brother that was cooking dinner so he could see. “Look’s great Y/n.” She frowned, “But you aren’t even looking!” A whine fell from her lips, “Y/n I’m busy right now.” “Pwease Dean?” “Not now.” “Dean?” “I said not now Y/n!” Tears filled the little girl’s eyes as she ran away and out of the room, not eating dinner that night.
“Sammy can you read me a story tonight?” “I can’t Y/n.” “Well, why not?” Seven year old Y/n asked, tilting her head to the side and walking over to him. “Because I’m.. Busy.” He said as she furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. “But you’re not doing anything.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I said no Y/n, okay?” She frowned and turned around walking away clutching her stuffed moose close to her chest. “Okay Sammy..”
Twelve year old Y/n ran with the soccer ball between her feet, being one of the most fastest and skilled on the team, she was always on the field. “Go Y/n!” Her friends cheered as she got closer to the net, taking a shot as the ball went into the net just before the timer went off, making her team win the game as they all cheered and ran over to hug and give her high fives. A grin was on her face, looking over at at the benches, hoping to see her big brothers. Instead, only seeing parents of the other kids as she sighed and frowned. They promised her they would come, and they didn’t.
“Hey um, guys?” Sixteen year old Y/n asked, walking up to her brothers that were sitting around the room on the couches. “Hey Y/n, what’s up?” “Um.. I’m in the Talent show this Friday.. I was wondering if you guys could come..? It’d mean a lot to me.” “Of course we’ll come!” “really?” “Yeah, sure.” Dean chuckled, before returning back to the Tv as she grinned. “Thanks!”
That following Friday, Y/n was backstage, looking out to try and find her brothers, only to frown when she didn’t see them when walking on stage. But she sang anyway, and she sang so loud, and so amazing that the whole audience boomed with cheers. But it didn’t matter to her, because her brothers weren’t there to cheer her on as well.
“Dean I’m twenty year’s old I can do what I want!” “I said no Y/n! You’re staying here and that’s final!” “You’re not my father!” Dean’s eyes widened for a split second, before he glared and grabbed her wrist tightly. “No! but I sure as hell raised you, and you’ll only slow us down! So stay here and don’t get in our damn way!” He yelled, shoving you back as you landed on the cold floor with tears stinging your eyes, looking up at Sam who gave you a nod as they both walked away.
“Fuck!” Y/n yelled, being pinned down by a werewolf as she struggled and kicked him off, running to get her gun as it ran and pounced to claw at her chest, only for Sam to jump in the way taking the blow. “Sam!” She cried, shooting the werewolf as she rushed to his side taking off her flannel and pressing it to his wound. “I’m sorry Sammy, I’m sorry..” She repeated, as Dean finished off the last werewolf and rushed over to her. “What the hell happened?!” Tears were flowing down Y/n’s face as she choked on her sobs “H-He took my hit..” A growl fell from Dean’s lips as he threw ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck! What the hell’s wrong with you!?” “I-I’m sorry, just please Dean he needs help..” “You better be sorry, I told you, you only slow us down and get in our way.” He growled before walking away.
Clutching onto your pillow tightly as tears flowed down your face, you finally realized, you weren’t welcome here. Rushing to the bathroom, You grabbed a bottle of pain killers along with your phone and wallet. Putting on your hoodie, you quietly opening your door, you glanced down the hallway. You hadn’t heard Dean come home yet, and you were positive Sam was still asleep. Silently walking down the hallway, you walked up the stairs and opened the door, turning around and taking a quick glance around the bunker. Tears blurring your vision as you hung your head and walked out shutting the door behind you for the last time. You started running, as you running came to a jog, and your jog came to a walk. Not even sure how long you were outside for, maybe half an hour by now as you soon came to the town, stepping into the small motel, walking to the front and paying for a room. Taking the key, you walked outside to your room. Opening the door before shutting it behind you and walking into the bathroom.
Stepping into the bathtub, you sat inside of it, resting your head back against the wall as you closed your eyes. Listening to the voice screaming at you in your mind.
All you felt was numb, not even knowing if you felt anything at all anymore.
Taking out your phone, you dialled Sam’s cell, tears running down your face as you wiped them with the hem of your sleeve. A small smile creeped up onto your lips hearing his voice from the voicemail one last time, until it beeped. “Hey Sammy..” You sniffed and looked up running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry for everything.. You getting hurt because of me, it’s all my fault. I’m not worth it, I don’t know why you did it. Thank you for being my big brother, even when you weren’t there for me when I needed you, you were still my big brother. And I could never hate you. I’m sorry. I love you.” A sigh fell from your lips as you hung up, Dean was next, and you were begging he’d leave you to voicemail, but at the same time. You knew he would, he’d still be too mad at you to talk. Hearing his voicemail made you smile, even though he was an ass to you no longer than two hours ago, you still loved your older brother. “Hey Dean, it’s your least favourite sister.” Weakly smiling, with tears endlessly continuing to run down your face, no matter how many times you wiped them away. “I’m sorry.. It’s my fault, I know I’m a disappointment. I get that you hate me, and it’s okay, don’t worry. I hate me too. But you won’t have to worry about me anymore, okay? Take care of Sammy for me, just like you always do. Because he’s more important than anyone else, right?” Pulling out the bottle of painkillers, you glanced down at them with a sniff. “I love you Dean. No matter what. I’m sorry for everything.” Smiling sadly, you hung up your phone. Staring down at the bottle of pills in your hands as sobs racked your body. This was your only chance, and you were gonna take it. Glancing at your phone one last time, it started vibrating. Blowing up with phone calls, text messages. Everything. Quickly grabbing it, you turned it off. If you were going out, you were going out in silence.
Taking off the lid, you instantly put the bottle to your mouth, downing every last pill and swallowing all of them until they were gone. Gripping the bottle tightly in your hand. You rested your head back. Looking up at the ceiling with a smile on your face as tears continued flowing, you actually did something right for once in your life.
As everything was going blurry, and darkness faded over one last time.
We’ve all been to war, whether it’s real life, or in your own mind surrounded by demons.
UM, first of all I just wanna say thank you to Savannah for getting me to write again because she’s been writing so much for our blog lately, thank you Sav.
And second of all, suicide is never the answer, we’ve all been to war please think about everything and if you need help please call a hotline because you are all lovely and we love it when you guys are around, you make a difference, thank you.
I've been looking into SCAD for a while now, is it a very good school? Did you like it?
Hi there! Alright alright alright, the answers are, respectively: no, it’s not, and yes, I loved it, but let me develop.
It’s really easy to get into. Which can be a good thing, and it was for me, because I didn’t have much by way of portfolio at that point, and I was way behind on the application schedule for colleges in general and SCAD is hella slack on application deadlines. But it also means there are also a lot of people who are uh, less ambitious, who don’t do their work and don’t contribute to a motivating vibe. I guess that would be my main beef with the school.
ON THE OTHER HAND, the school has some amazing faculty members, and the fact that you get to manage your own schedule means you can seek out the very best classes and professors and get a great education, a lot of bang for your buck. You just need to be proactive and have a lot of self-discipline. And of course there are some students who are incredibly hard-working and talented, and there’s a vibrant student life, so there are many ways to enrich your experience around your classes and find likeminded people.
Also Savannah is a pretty ballin city, as far as student life goes. It’s not too big, not too small. It’s not the cultural hotspot of New York but it’s way more chill and still has a nice lil artsy and cultural scene that you can get into if you want. And a lot of cute coffeeshops. A+ for biking. I LOVED my time there also because of the peeps, my buds, my squad. Perhaps I could have gotten more out of my three years in the States, educationally and artistically, if I’d gone to a more ~prestigious~ college but in Savannah I met some of my absolute best friends of the eternity of the universe, and I wouldn’t trade that in for anything in the world.
Obviously, that’s not specific to the school, you’ll make friends for life in whatever college you go to. I’m just saying, I loved it in Savannah and I’m super happy with my time there but it’s not wholly thanks to the quality of the school. Also I think I should mention it depends on what program you’d be looking at. I was in sequential over there, not animation, so my thoughts on the school mainly apply to that department.
Tragedy. It was a constant. Like the fading sun and rising moon, every new day seemed to bring on something more to break against her bones, something new to find purchase in her throat and threaten to choke her. It wasn’t easy – none of this was. Protecting everyone in Red Creek had always been what she’d wanted; but the spotlight growing hotter on her own coven’s back and the newly dead soon buried among those others before them made it difficult. The grass that grew to meet the headstones of ancestors irritated her skin, but she’d hadn’t enough power of will to move. She didn’t know what to do – and all she had was the strength that resonated from within the ground beneath her. Perhaps it was heartless of her, to have barely thought of the hunters – the people she knew, the people she’d shared this town with; but her heart didn’t bleed for them. She bled for her people. She could feel their very essence fade from the air around her. A loss to her coven was staggering, they’d come to learn to channel each other — to trust the powers each member held, and suddenly two were gone. Their power with it. Had they not already been weak in the face of a town wide magic ban – of which she had no part of voting it in – such a loss was devastating. A waning flower held between delicate fingers grew to bloom by the mere will of her power, uncaring to the ban – uncaring of much at this point in time. JD was still missing, Nolan was going out of his mind, and she didn’t know where to go from here – how to help, when so many now saw the Fontaine Coven as something they never had been before. A threat. “White Carnations. Symbolic for remembrance.” She muttered lightly as the presence behind her became known, the flower soon laid cross the stone Savannah knelt before. “As if anybody could forget the things that happen here in the first place.–”
You had met Jake after a game and you hit it off right away.
When you were 23 Jake purposed to you and when you were 25 you and Jake got married. When you were 27 you had your first two kids Savannah Christina Virtanen and Marcus James Virtanen.
Jake was currently on a week road trip with the team, so it was your first time being alone with the kids.
“Come on Savannah please just eat your dinner.” You started, trying to beg your one-year-old to try and eat her dinner for the past hour.
Just as Savannah started to eat you could hear crying from the playpen where Marcus was once sleeping. You went over and picked Marcus up rocking him back and forth trying to get him to calm down.
“Come on I can’t even buy a break tonight! Shh, shh baby it’s okay Mommy’s here, it’s just Mommy.”
Once Marcus finally calmed down there was a crash and a giggling child behind you. You put in his playpen and he started acting up again.
By now you just started to cry. The kitchen was a mess there was food all over the floor, the wall, and Savannah.
The fact that you hadn’t slept in the past few days made you very cranky and having to deal with 2 kids on your own that weren’t cooperating wasn’t making the job any easier. At this point, you needed a break and most of all you needed Jake home to help you. You slid down the wall and put your head in your hands.
Over the next period of time, both kids started to cry and you must have missed the door opening because you felt a hand on your shoulder and lips on the side of your head.
Jake was able to get both of the kids up stairs and into the room because the kitchen became silent. In that time you were able to put yourself together and clean up the kitchen a little bit.
When Jake came downstairs he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. “Do you wanna talk about it? You don’t have to right now if you want to.”
“No, I just want to go to bed. But I need to finish cleaning up.”
“No, go upstairs, I’ll meet you up there after I finish cleaning up down here.”
When you got upstairs and went into your bathroom, there was a bath all ready for you. You desperately need this.
Once you finished you changed into your PJ’s and went into your bedroom Jake was laying on you bed on his phone. You went and curled up next to him and laid your head on his chest well he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tighter.
“I just couldn’t handle it anymore I thought I’d be able to handle it.” You whispered.
“You tried and it’s okay it happens sometimes but you are still a great mom.”
“But What about next time? If I couldn’t handle it this time what am I going to do?”
“Next time it will only be a few days and I won’t be gone as long and you will get better over time, this was your first time alone with the kids for a long period of time.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“You are a great mom. Don’t doubt your self.”
“Thank you, I really need this.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“I love you Jake thank you for everything.”
“I love you too, now go to sleep you need it and if the kids wake up don’t get up tonight I’ve got them.”
I hope I wasn’t the only one who looked at Brick crossing his arms and saying; “I guess the world will just have to live without the cure to the common cold for another 100 years.”, as a tantrum.
Is it just me, or was he really childish about the fact Cavendish and Dakota got them thrown out of the party?
He was downright sulking.
And when he threw his keys at Savannah; “You were supposed to catch them without looking we worked on this!”
And Savannah said; “I thought you were just throwing things at me.”
I think this speaks to really poor communication between these two. It sounded almost like Brick expected Savannah to just read his mind and understand his intentions; rather than saying, “Hey Savannah, you know what would be cool if we practiced? If I toss things without looking like we’re in a James Bond movie…” etc. etc.
I think their problem is that they are the stars of their own movie, never taking others into account and just expecting that things will go their way.
When things don’t go their way? They throw a tantrum. They just can’t abide set backs, and that’s going to be something they’re going to have to work on.
At least Cavendish and Dakota are willing to take set-backs in their stride.