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Marco Diaz Is (Not) Cis Male Masterpost

THESE POSTS ARE AIMED TO DEBUNK CIS MARCO EVIDENCE AND SHOW THAT THEY DO NOT DISPROVE THE TRANS MARCO THEORY.

So this is my Masterpost detailing all the evidence that points towards Marco Diaz of “Star Vs The Forces of Evil” being cis male and debunking that evidence. If I have missed out any evidence please let me know.

(Right now I am binge watching through the episodes again to collect this evidence so if an episode isn’t up yet I haven’t reached it)

Disclaimer: For those who believe Marco is cis male, you are fine to keep believing that and I am not trying to change your mind. This is largely for those who take some sort of weird offence to the Trans Marco Theory and purposely go out of their way to attack it. If you wish to partake in some polite discourse over the theories I am happy to do so and after we can go our own separate ways believing what we wish.

Enjoy :)

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By The Willow Shade

TITLE: By The Willow Shade

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 8

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a witch (on Earth) and accidentally summoning Loki. He gets angry and confused, but ends up actually liking your company and teaches you more magic.

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: ‘Kettling’ means ‘kitten’.

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    Loki was concentrating all of his willpower into not pacing a hole into the floor of the antechamber in his hall; the reason being that Odin had arrived some three minutes earlier to inform him that Thor would be arriving with Willow shortly and he didn’t want to appear as anxious and restless as he was feeling, though he knew well enough that pretty much everyone who knew of the situation was aware of it by now. Still, that didn’t mean he had to show it.

    The doors opened and Thor walked in closely followed by a rather annoyed looking Willow. Loki was about to ask Thor what he’d done to upset her when she walked right up to him and punched his stomach, earning a light grunt that was mostly surprise and an utterly bewildered look.

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The Crown weighs heavy (Ch.1)

Warnings: Attempted rape.
Rating: M for now


A/N: I haven’t written fan fiction in years guys. Like almost a decade lol So be gentle. I do not have a beta as I don’t know anyone on here…I am new to Tumblr and have no idea how to work it quite yet. So, hopefully I’m doing this correctly. I intend to post this on archive of our own once I get an account. It’s on fan fiction.net though! Ok! Please review if you somehow come across this lol

MASTER LIST


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Chapter one


“Hiiiiiiii, Mom! Don’t worry, Logan and I are safe and sound. Our plane just landed. Hawaii is so beautiful already!”

The camera panned to the airport window, showing the expanse of the island. Ocean water shining brightly against the morning light. You smiled to yourself. Fond memories flooding back to you as you watched that video. God, it had been so long since that day. Unbeknownst to you at the time it would be the last vacation you ever took. Shortly after arriving back home in California, the fall of mankind would take place. And life as you knew it would change forever. You would find yourself traveling with your younger brother throughout the states, until you managed to take up with some group you met. It wasn’t ideal, but it became your family for a short while. Until, like all things in this new world, it was gone. And so was Logan.

“And before you ask, mom, no we haven’t eaten yet. In fact, Y/N was just about to go buy us some breakfast.”

You were brought back to reality when you heard the sound of your brother’s voice. You laughed as the camera went fuzzy. The all too familiar sibling struggle for the camera. You could faintly hear your voices, obviously arguing about whose turn it was to buy food. When the camera finally settled again, you saw your brother’s face. His blue eyes glinting with victory, and before the next words left his mouth the screen went black. You scoffed, and threw your phone to the side. Annoyance filling you as the battery charge died. You were lucky enough to get it to charge to begin with, having found all the supplies you needed to make a decent electrical source at the hospital you were currently sheltered in. Thank god for seventh grade science experiments. Unfortunately, those sources never last long but you were grateful for them none the less. It let you back into your old life for a change. Much happier times before everything went to shit. But, what made it more precious was the chance to hear your little brother’s voice again, and see his face again. If it weren’t for those few times you could see that video, you feared you’d forget him all together. His face would turn into a distant memory and that was something you couldn’t have.

A sigh escaped your lips, and you summoned the energy to lift your body. Leaning lazily against the wall of the hospital room as you grabbed for your bag and phone. It was much heavier than before, but you couldn’t complain. You managed to get a good amount of meds and bandages this time around. Thankful the place wasn’t cleaned out like the rest of them.

“Count your blessings, Y/N.” You spoke aloud, throwing the bag over your shoulder as you walked out the room and into the hallway. The journey out of the hospital was mostly uneventful. Save for a few walkers that you had to put out of their misery. By the time you made it out of the building the sun was starting to set and you knew by the time you got to your home it would be nightfall. A dangerous prospect. Traveling in the dark now days was basically a death wish. But really, was anything truly safe now days?

You opted to chance the journey home, and you hummed mindlessly to yourself as you balanced your feet on the train tracks. Straight shot from here, and then a quick jog through the forest and there you would be. Home. It wasn’t anything perfect by any means. Just a basic farm house out in the middle of nowhere. You chanced upon it one day on a run into the city, finding a couple of walkers behind its doors but nothing too difficult to deal with. You would guess you’ve been there a couple of months now, and you made it your own. Decorating it with whatever you found out on your runs, filling its cabinets and shelves with food and supplies necessary for survival. It was something to look forward to everyday. Knowing there was always something to come back to.

You emerged from the forest and smiled in relief at the sight of the house. Gripping your bag tighter in your hands as you built up a jog, eager to be inside its safer walls. Once inside you flung your bag to the floor and opened it up as you began to put away today’s haul. Mentally taking stock of everything you had. You got to the cloth and bin you took from the hospital, and walked over to your fireplace as you began to heat some water up. It wasn’t exactly a bubble bath, but something was better than nothing. After you bathed yourself you changed into different clothes, opting for a gray loose tank, thin cardigan and some black jeans and boots before heading to bed. It sounded completely pointless to sleep in shoes, but it was peace of mind. Anything can happen while you slept, and if you ever needed to run you were ready. You walked up the steps to the second story, pushing your bedroom door open and practically throwing yourself onto your bed. It wasn’t perfect, but compared to the outside it was heaven. You closed your eyes and brushed your H/C hair out of your face, feeling that all too familiar sense of heaviness as your mind drifted off to sleep.


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You awoke to the sound of a large bang, your heart instantly picking up its pace. You launched yourself out of the bed, ducking next to it.

“Shit, shit shit….” You mumbled. Panic was beginning to set in, but you knew you had to suck it up. You hunched there as quietly as you could for what seemed like hours. Listening for any signs of danger around you. You picked up voices, disappointment flooding through your body knowing fully well whoever they were, they weren’t here to play nice. You could make out at least two different voices, both men. For the moment they were too far off to be audible. That gave you some hope, and you took that chance. You slowly crawled over to your bedroom door, peeking outside for any movement. Whoever was downstairs had some form of light as you could faintly make out some silhouettes running along the stairwell. You made your way outside, hiding on the opposite side of the stairs so you could have a clear view of anyone who decided to come up.

“Hey, Dan!! Looks like we got us a nice haul tonight! Get in this fucking kitchen and look at all this shit!”

You heard one of the voices call out. That was your shit, and you could feel anger begin to rise inside you. You worked hard to get all that stuff, and you’d be damned if you lost it to some scavenging dicks. You waited until one of them began ascending the stairs, your combat knife slowly being pulled from your boot. You knew what you had to do, and this wouldn’t be the first time you had to kill. But, regardless it was always a mental preparation for you. This is your world now. You watched as a brunette man turned the stair case, his gun up in defense mode. He was ready to kill, but unfortunately for him you saw him first. You rushed at him, catching him off guard and before he could scream of even shoot, your blade was in his head. His body slumped to the floor with a rather loud thump, and you mentally cursed yourself.

“Dan! You alright, man?”

Fuck. You tore your knife from his body, not bothering to wipe it clean as you ran back into your room, hiding behind the door as you heard footsteps rush upstairs when no answer was received from his friend. He found him…

“Fucking shit!” You heard the other man yell, and then it just got worse from there. You heard the sound of a radio going off, and his voice rang through the hall.

“We ain’t alone in here! Ther-“Before he could finish his sentence you pulled the door open and went for him, lucky enough to slash a decent gash into his throat. His blood splashed onto your face and clothes, and you stood there in a panic. There were others nearby then. And it was just you, and that was enough to make you regret even attacking these men. You were good in combat, years of practice will do that to you, but you were still just one girl. Unless they intended to come after you one by one, you were fucked. You heard more footsteps enter your house, and a bunch of radio chatter. This was it, you were trapped. Your instincts kicked in, and you rushed into your bedroom as footsteps pressed upstairs. At this point the window was your saving grace, and you cursed yourself for having bolted them all shut at the beginning. You turned to look back at the door, hearing those footsteps getting closer. It was now or never. You jumped forward, breaking the glass as your body launched onto the slanting roof outside. Sandpapery shingles scraping into the soft skin of your abdomen as you tried to gain your footing. Luck wasn’t on your side though.

A strong hand grabbed your ankle, yanking you back into the window, broken glass pressing into your side. You yelped in pain as it cut through you like nothing, blood pooling into your shirt. The same hands gripped the back of your cardigan tightly, pulling you back into the room and onto the floor. The force was so hard you felt disoriented for a second, ears ringing loudly as two men surrounded you. A hard kick was put into your side making you scream out in pain.

“This little bitch killed Dan, and Thomas?!” One of them yelled out, his hand tangling in your H/C tresses as he jerked you up onto the bed. Your breathing was shallow, pain coursing through your small frame from the cuts and kicks. You wiggled your way up on the bed, trying to regain any composure you had, but two hands grabbed your wrists and pulled them down keeping you situated. You realized this was a second man, and your E/C eyes gazed up in fear. You heard both men laugh, and the one who grabbed you earlier spoke in an amused voice.

“Loooook at this one…I didn’t think they made women like this anymore.” You watched as he licked his lips, eyes slowly feasting over your body. Disgust pooled in your stomach, as you knew that look all too well. Hell, even before shit hit the fan, men would leer at you like that. You tried to struggle with them, thrashing your body and kicking as much as you could. The fat one in front of you only chuckled at your attempts, and he placed himself between your legs, restricting your movement.

“You know, Craig, I think you and I deserve a little treat, huh? I mean, after all she put us through.” He blew a kiss at you, finding amusement in the way you turned your face in disgust. Whatever happened you weren’t just going to go down easy. You did your best to fight them off, but the one called ‘Craig’ held you down harder by the wrists, grinning down at you as the fat one ripped your shirt open eyeing your breasts with such hunger it revolted you. His hand reached for your bra next, and you screamed at him to stop. That only elicited some chuckles from them, clearly they had no intention of stopping. Your chest was heaving up and down in distress, eyes watering over as you felt powerless. You tried your hardest to move your legs, or arms but all for nothing.

Then a click from their radio…

“Craig, Parker, did you find the occupant?”

Parker growled in annoyance, taking his radio up from his holster and replying, “Yea, taking care of it right now.”

“Well, hurry the fuck up and come back down….Boss just got here.”

At that both men set into a rushed panic, letting go of your legs and wrists in favor of dragging you by the collar of your shirt. You kicked at the floor, struggling to get free but they held on tighter. They spewed threats your way, trying to get you to lessen your fight. Once outside, you found yourself surrounded by over a dozen men. The sound of vehicles and talking filled the air, and once off the porch your body was flung to the ground right in front of a large light that seemed to be coming from the RV parked in front. You dragged yourself across the dirt, nails digging into the soft soil as you tried your hardest to lift your aching body. Parker grabbed your sweater, lifting you into a kneeling position facing the RV. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, a move which made you turn your head as far as possible. He was a repulsive man.

“Ooooh, you’re gonna get it now, girl. Negan don’t like when you ruin things for him. Makes him mad, see?”

You ducked your head, taking in his words as you tried to catch your breath. It was getting harder to move, harder to fight back. The pain from your gash was pulsing through you, and the bruising from the kicks wasn’t helping either. The pain was making you dizzy, and your vision was beginning to blur. The only thing keeping you conscious was the constant shaking of your body, fear washing over it as the RV door swung open.

TBC (most likely)

yulicchi  asked:

How would the companions treat little synth Shaun? Like parenting. (+Maxson please!) BTW I LOVE YOUR BLOG!!! <3

Originally posted by hoppip

Love, love, LOVE this prompt. (And the complements help, thank you SO SO much) 


Cait: She’s kinda uncomfortable at first. Her childhood was absolute shite, so lots of stuff associated with childhood brought up some terrible memories. Over time, she gets more comfortable. “Ye ever hear the tale about the time I took out a dozen raiders with a pipe wrench?” Shaun LOVES her stories. 

Codsworth: “Young Master Shaun, do you need anything?” He ADORES Shaun, always making sure he’s not hungry/thirsty/tired. He’s waited 200 years for this, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t treasure every moment of it. 

Curie: “Oh, petit garçon! Come here, are you hurt?” She’s the one Shaun runs to when he’s scraped, scratched, or otherwise injured, “No need to worry, I can fix this right up!” She carefully cleans and dresses his wounds, talking in a soothing voice. 

Deacon: “Ayy scamp,” Deacon tousles Shaun’s hair, returning from God knows what kind of mission. He always makes sure to take time every day to teach Shaun all the tips he’s learned over the years. He wants Shaun to see a long, happy life in the wasteland. 

Danse: “Always remember, finger off the trigger unless you intend to shoot…” He sits with Shaun under the shade of a shack porch. He sits with Shaun, teaching him about how to work weapons and their safety. Secondary hug-giver if Sole is otherwise absent. 

Hancock: “Hey kid,” He calls out after returning from wandering for a bit, “I’ve got something for ya!” Shaun comes running up, excited for what he’s gonna get. “Let’s see… some dandy boy apples, some gears you asked for, and a switchblade.” He’s like the cool uncle that gives awesome gifts. 

Preston: “Hey Shaun!” He called the little boy over, holding something behind his back, “Look at this!” It was a teeny little Minuteman hat, just for Shaun. He loves it, wearing it alongside Preston while he keeps him company on patrol.

Nick: “What’s new, Shaun?” he greeted when the little boy would pop into his office, “Wanna hear about the new cases?” Shaun would scurry in and sit in the big comfy chair. He’d hang onto every word of the new cases, often offering Nick some new insight.

Piper: “Hey, Shauny boy. Nat’s inside.” Shaun would visit Nat every week, spending the say together talking and laughing. The two had a little segment in Publick occurrences where they’d draw something together and Piper would publish it. 

MacCready: “Hey kid, what’s wrong?” He had previous experience with child rearing before, so he was arguably one of the best at parenting. He was usually one to comfort Shaun of nightmares or something scary he saw, if Sole was gone on some trip. 

X6-88: He’s learned to not call Shaun ‘unit’ and treats him with respect. He sometimes follows him if he wanders off to make sure he isn’t hurting himself or getting into any kind of trouble. “I’d recommend that you avoid those Radroaches, Shaun.” 

Strong: “AAAAAAH!” He runs screaming at a group of suspicious people who were eyeing the boy, “Strong protect small child.” 

Dogmeat: Also guards Shaun out in the wasteland, follows him around and asks for tummy rubs. 

Maxson: He struggles with it at first, but quickly warms up to the boy. He let’s him look out the windows of the Prydwen and puts him up on his shoulders to get a good view. “That’s downtown Boston, that’s the airport…”

Some friends aren’t as “friendly”…

Starting with my first Inktober ever. I hope I can succeed drawing every day for this month ^^
I’m not sure if digital counts, probably not, but I want to do the challenge anyway! I’m not following any prompts for now unless I find an interesting one. Here I tried to draw the personification of Degeneration. I intend to represent what I would call “The Forbids”, the idea of those come from censorships restrictions (examples: vulgarity, politically incorrect, and more).

What is Degenerancy? First off, it lures the victim and infect them, and then it start spreading to those near them, the only thing that the victim can do is to keep the degen themselves hidden.

Marco Diaz Is (Not) Cis Male Masterpost 2.0

((This posts is presently not being updated in order to concentrate on the main Masterpost. I will be completing this post once the main Masterpost is up to date.))

THESE POSTS ARE AIMED TO DEBUNK CIS MARCO EVIDENCE AND SHOW THAT THEY DO NOT DISPROVE THE TRANS MARCO THEORY.

Okay, so this is a reformatted version of my Masterpost. A few notes before we begin;

1. It does not work on the apps. For the apps the old Masterpost is still up and being updated and can be found via this link.

2. If you are viewing this from the dashboard on a browser you will most likely see a grey box below the text

3. To view the actual post properly you need to open this link in a new tab and be viewing the post from a browser.

Anyway this won’t be perfect but hopefully it will be a bit more pleasing to the eye than it was before.

So this is my Masterpost detailing all the evidence that points towards Marco Diaz of “Star Vs The Forces of Evil” being cis male and debunking that evidence. If I have missed out any evidence please let me know.

(Right now I am binge watching through the episodes again to collect this evidence so if an episode isn’t up yet I haven’t reached it)

Disclaimer: For those who believe Marco is cis male, you are fine to keep believing that and I am not trying to change your mind. This is largely for those who take some sort of weird offence to the Trans Marco Theory and purposely go out of their way to attack it. If you wish to partake in some polite discourse over the theories I am happy to do so and after we can go our own separate ways believing what we wish.

Enjoy :)

No longer romanced companions react to Sole saying "You'll never see our child again." Beginning to pack and plan to move out of the commonwealth.  (+ Maxson, Des, Glory, Synth!Codsworth)

Here ya go anon! Thanks for the ask! This one was tough. I adore these characters and break-up things are rough. BUT I do like that I can switch between different emotions on different asks.So this was definitely cool to do.  No specific order, use ctrl+s if you’re looking for a specific character. Enjoy! (or ya know, get the tissues out ;) ).

Preston:
“I get that you don’t want me around anymore but now, more than ever, we gotta stick together. She is our child. She needs us both.” Sole shook their head. “I can’t have you around anymore Preston!” “First of all you’re a mother for god’s sake. Think of her. She loves us both, she is lucky enough to still have both of her parents alive. Second; you broke it off with me. You said we’d grown apart and that it was my fault. I know I spent too much time saving people in your opinion. I realise that I can’t ever convince you that I care more about you than the Minutemen. But you have to realise I care more about her than anything.” “You weren’t even there when she first said daddy. You wouldn’t even be there to protect her because you wouldn’t fucking know.” That hurt. A lot. “ That’s low. And you think I don’t care?! You’re the general of the Minutemen! You from all people should realise how important it is to help people!” “WE HAVE OTHER MEN!” Preston walked closer to Sole. “I love her more than my own life. I love her even more than you. I know I already lost you, but I won’t lose her. If you are going and you’re taking her, I’m going too. But it’s best for her if we learn to live in the same settlement with her. It’s safer for her, too.” Sole hated how level-headed he was, even now. How even now he didn’t get really angry with them. “However it pains me to say this.. you’re right.”

Synt!Codsworth:

Codsworth felt frozen in place. No. Not again. “But… mum you… you can’t. You can’t seriously mean that!” “Watch me.” Sole angrily kept packing. Codsworth felt felt a mix between anger and sadness as heattempted to get to Sole.. “No matter what went wrong between us, I still respect you greatly but I simply cannot let you do this! Look at young Shaun, he already lost a parent. Surely you do not intend to inflict the same kind of loss on our son?” “Are you implying that that was my fault?” “No! Not at all. My apologies. I didn’t mean to…” “Save it, Codsworth. We’re done.” Codsworth was on the verge of tears, watching Sole pack. “ May I remind you that I once waited 210 years for your return? If you need to leave now I will remain waiting for you. But I refuse to let you take our child into that dangerous word! It is simply irresponsible. He is safer here, and I refuse to lose someone else I love. I can’t.” The hurt on his face was so obvious that Sole stopped packing and sat down on the bed, hands in their hair. “You won’t have to. But something has to change.”

Glory:

“ Did you really just say… did they really just say that?! FUCK OFF SOLE!” “You’ll be happy know that that’s exactly what I am doing. And I am taking her!” “Like hell you are! She is my daughter!” “OUR daughter” “FINE! Not just yours! I am not letting you kidnap her!” “Seriously, kidnap?” “YES”
“She is my child!” “Ours, remember? And what kind of bullshit reasoning is that?” “I made my decision Glory.”
“Look, I know you don’t like me right now, and the feeling’s mutual. But she deserves both her parents there for her. And I am not letting you take her to the most dangerous place out there!” Sole rolled their eyes. “I’ve managed worse.” Suuure. Bigshot saviour. What if she gets killed when you’re trying to keep yourself from getting murdered for a couple of caps? What if you get overrun on the run with a child? She’s not going anywhere.” Sole sighed ‘Fine. We’re staying.” 

Scribe Haylen

“Oh you’re just gonna leave? Our son isn’t worth you talking this through for you?!” “We’ve done enough talking, this isn’t working anymore!” “But this isn’t just about us. We have a child together! I will not let you take him.” “ He’s better off with me.” “Based on what?!” “Because YOU follow orders blindly!” “Oh I do?! Did I almost kill Danse just cause of who he really was?!” “I WASN’T GOING TO.” “Easy to say that now!” “And this is exactly why I’m done talking.” Haylen sighed. “Look, I know you wouldn’t. You didn’t. I wouldn’t have told you where to find him if I thought you would go through with it. But this is about my son too. I have every right to see him. And travelling out of the commonwealth is completely mental.“ Haylen was reaching her breaking point, and Sole noticed. She didn’t deserve this. “I’m not taking him.” Thank you.” “But we need to figure out some sort of solution.”

Cait:

” Ya can’t be serious.” “Oh, I am.” “You wanna take mi daughter away from me? It’s not enough that you’re leavin’ me?” “She’s better off with me anyway.” Then the one thing Sole didn’t expect happened; Cait broke down entirely. “Tell me why I’m so easy to give up and then maybe I can fix it.” That struck a cord. All that Cait went through with her family, all that happened to her when she was with slavers, she finally thought she managed to find something good. That she got what she never thought she would… and now it’d be yanked away from her again. “I let ya see who I really was and you said you didn’t care but you just leave me like everyone else. And you’re taking mi kid too. I tried so hard to get it right. Maybe mi parents were right, maybe I am nothin’.” Sole kneeled down in front of her and held her. “I’m not leaving. I’m not taking her. But I can’t be with you anymore. But that’s not just your fault.”

Danse:
He didn’t immediately know how to repond. In moments like this, it seemed like words abandoned him entirely. He snapped out of it just in time to stop Sole from walking out of the dor. “Let me go, Danse.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Sole shot him a venomous look. “You can if you want to.” “ I understand that you may be upset over my lack of communication skills. It can still be hard for me to express my feelings. But don’t mistake this for not caring about my son.” “I can’t go on like this Danse.” “I’m not just going to walk away, Sole.” “That’s fine… I am.” For a moment they just stared at each other, point blank, waiting for one of them to say something. “ When I said that I do not intend to walk away I did mean you too. You are the second most important person in  my life. i’m sure that I deserve your anger… but no matter how much you despise me, I will always be there to proect you. And our son. You can’t stop me from doing that. I know you think I still act too much like a soldier, but I love you. And if you are willing to, I want to repair whatever damage between us that I can.” “For us to do that, you first need to stop shutting me out.” “I can only do that if you stay.” “Fine. For now.”

Hancock:

“ Okay, if that’s the way you want to play it.” Hancock ran to the door, locked it and dropped the key into his pants. “Now, there are two ways for us to work it out. One of them includes taking off my pants. So, where were we?” “UGH , you’re such a CHILD! You can’t lock me in here forever.” “Sure I can love, and ya know what I’m the mayor and I can have you arrested for attempted kidnapping.” “That’s justice to you?!“  “Well last time I checked you do intend to kidnap our little girl. But hey, I would have our daughter come to visit you because one of us is a decent person! You want to take her away, even though you know damn well I’m a good dad. She won’t even go to sleep unless I read her a story.” “You can’t even stay off the jet for her.” “Actually I’ve seriously started using it less. You know why; I don’t need to get high anymore. I need you and her to be happy and that’s enough for me. Yeah, I still kick back and relax sometimes, something you never used to have issues with may I add. But never around her. Leavin’ is your choice. I can’t and won’t force ya to stay. But there is no way I’ll let you take her. But I have a hunch you’re not really ready to give up either.“

Desdemona:

“But that’s not gonna happen.” “I am packing already. “ Des came to stand between the backpack and Sole. “I said; it’s not gonna happen. And you aren’t going anywhere. If I have to put a guard in front of your door 24/7 then that’s what I’ll do.” “I thought you were a freedom fighter.” “Yes, but I’m also a mother. And my child will get to know both of his parents. And I will tell you why; I’ve seen too many kids out there who lost a parent, who were abandoned or sold by their parents, and I will not let that happen to mine if I can help it. This isn’t just about you and me. It’s about the three of us now.” She took the stance that reminded Sole that she was more than just their ex, she was a leader. She could inspire people and make them see her side of the story. Nevertheless, she had a point. “That won’t be necessary. I overstepped my boundaries in threatening to take him away. I’m sorry Des.”

Curie:

Curie was still relatively unfamiliar with the feeling of anger, but she definitely could identify this as being precisely that. “Non! I won’t let you. Zhat little human is my child too!” “You can’t protect her as well as I can.” “I could say zhe zhame zhing about you! You cannot cure any disease or heal her if she gets wounded! And iit is more dangerous zho take her out there!” “Curie, I can’t be here with you anymore.” “But why can’t she?!” “I can’t leave my daughter behind!” “So I have zho? She is safest with us both!”  “Do you have a better suggestion?” “Yes! I zho! We talk about this! We are both her parents. We owe zhis zho her.”  “I made my decision.” “ Just know you’ll have zho go zhrough me first if you want to zhake her away. She is safest here. She is happy here. And you want to zhake her happiness away?” She did have a point there. “No… of course not.”

Deacon:
Deacon grabbed Sole’s hand as a way to stop them from packing. “ This isn’t  funny anymore Sole.” Sole yanked back their hand while hissing “I’m not kidding, Deacon.” Sole walked to get some clothes out of the drawers. “I don’t need second-guessing from you.” “ Hey, I’m not being the kind of scumbag who’s begging to get his ass kicked, Sole!” “HAH! I’d love to watch you try.” “If you think I won’t fight to save my kid, you’ve got me all wrong. “ Sole shook their head. “Look, if you’re done with me, be my guest and leave. Forget about the good you could do for the railroad and just take off. But if you do that, you’ll have to leave her with me. Because the only way you’ll take her away from me is over my dead body. Comprende?” Sole kept going. “What happened to us? We used to be the murder bunnies, savin’ the commonwealth. “ Sole shook their head. Deacon tried to grab their hands again, this time with more success. “Sole… I can’t take not knowing if you’re alive. If she’s alive. And I don’t want my girl growing up without me to teach her all about disguises and sarcasm. Don’t do this.” Sole calmed down a bit. “Okay. I’m not taking her away.” “That’s all I’m asking for.” 


Maxson:
“It appears we’ve arrived at an impasse. I won’t allow you to take away my daughter but we cannot agree on how to raise her.” “I am serious. I’m leaving. And she’s coming with me.” “She’s not.” “You think she won’t choose to go with me? That she’ll choose for her rigid father instead?” “I love her.” “You’re not there for her.” “I am when I can be.” Maxson didn’t only have the best interests of his daughter in mind when he tried to reason Sole out of leaving. He realised they were a great asset tot he Brotherhood, and reminded them of their duties. “if you won’t stay for my sake, stay for your brothers and sisters.” “Oh, well obviously I quit. You really think I’m gonna take orders from you after this?” “May I remind you that you never have been exceptional at that, Sentinel?” he spat at them. “Riiight, cause I don’t do the dirty work for you without question.” “I am your superior.” “You’re barely even capable to keep yourself in check.” “That’s why I named you my second in command.” “Really, not just cause you’ve got a thing for Sentinels.” “Watch your step, Sentinel. I can make you fall just as fast as I raised you.” Sole squinted and stood right in front of them, locking eyes. “You didn’t raise me. If anything I raised the Brotherhood.” Maxson lost it, puchding the wall of the Prydwin and heaving. “Damnit Sole, I need you. And my daughter. You’re the things that keep me sane.” “Then change.”

Piper:
“You were the one person in this world I could count on, and now you threaten to take away my boy?” “I’m doing what needs to be done.” “You’re just trying to get me where it hurts aren’t you?” Sole shook their head. “You’ve been threatening that if I didn’t change, you’d be gone. Well I’m makin’ it easy on you! I’m going instead.” “You are NOT taking him.” ‘I’m better at defending him!” “Like you defended your previous kid?!” That one was a slap in the face, well more like a wrecking ball in the face. Piper realised that was a low move. “Sorry Blue… that was uncalled for. “ “Save it Piper.” Sole just started to pack more angrily. “Well it’s important for me to see my son!” “OUR son!” Exactly. You have no right to take him away from me. I know you and many others  think I’m a bitch, but now I am a bitch for the sake of my family. You’re just proving how selfish you’ve become if you want to risk her getting killed over your pride.” “Fine.” 

Nick Valentine:
“ So that’s it, huh? You’re just gonna walk away from your problems?” “Ah, shows you’re a detective Nick. Great observation skills.” Sole continued to throw things into the suitcase. “How ‘bout we hear the real victim here out.” Valentine left the room. “NICK what the hell do you think you’re…!” Sole’s voice trailed off as he returned with their daughter. She looked scared. Sole kneeled to the toddler’s height and pulled her into a hug. “I’m so sorry. I’m not angry at you.” Sole hated Nick for bringing her into this. He looked back at Nick, who also knelt down. “Daddy, what’s going on.” “They want to take you on a trip. But then you won’t see daddy anymore.” The girl’s eyes grew wide in shock as they looked back at Sole. “No!” She started to cry and held Sole. “That’s low Nick. Dragging her into this.” “You did. Now you know why if she is going, I’m going. This isn’t just about us. Get over yourself and act like a damn parent.” Sole stroked the kid’s hair. “Shhh… he’s just joking. We’re not going anywhere.” However this method hurt Sole, they had to admit it was the perfect way to snap them out of this. Nick was right. This wasn’t just about their issues. 

MacCready:
“ Oh, cut the crap. We fight! It’s what we do when there’s a problem. You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass.“ “Ooh, watch the cursing MacCready.” “I’ve dealt with this crap for long enough, you are not taking her. It’s not too late for us to work this out, we’ve done it before. But I NEVER , EVER AGAIN, want to hear you say you’re gonna take away my kid.” “What if I do think it’s too late for us.” “Then think about her. She’s worth more than two fighting parents forcing her to choose betwene them. You know how much I care about you two. You know that I would do anything for her and Duncan. So you need to back off.” “She is my child too.” “And that’s why you have to stay. For her. I’ve done that journey and I know damn well that one person and a kid is a recipe for disaster. I’m not abandoning her… and neither are you.” Sole knew that no mater how much of a pain in the ass MacCready could be, he was a fantastic dad. “I hate it when you’re right.” 

X6-88

“I can’t take this anymore. If you intend to do this, then you’re just going to have to take me with you.” “The whole point of me doing this is getting away from you. So give me one good reason why. “Because you are making these poor choices out of ignorance. I might have been unsure of having a child, but now I am a father she has become important to me. The institute used to be my life, now she is..” Sole threw him a venomous look. “You just want her so you can have the next heir tot he throne ready.” “You know that to be a lie. There are some things I won’t accept. Taking my daughter away is most certainly one of those things.” Sole continued packing. “ It would pain me to physically stop you from taking her, but know that I will if you force my hand.” “Is that a threat?” “Only if it proves to be necessary to save my daughter.” “Like I would hurt her.” “Making such a foolish decision would be equal to risking her life out of spite.” 

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Hello my fellow Sherlockians (: To all those who stopped to read this through, thank you immensely! As to not waste your time, I’ll get straight to my proposal.

Hopefully, the image gave you a hint to what I’m about to talk about, but to those who are still confused, I’m planning to make a “One Day More,” Sherlock parody song video. To all those who know the song, I think most can agree that it applies to the majority of the Sherlock fandom and what they have to endure on a daily basis.

Now this is a big project, and I intend to do properly and finish it to the end. But obviously, it’s not one I can do on my own. So that’s where you, the Sherlock fans, come into play!

I want this video to be a project made by fans for fans. Of course, that does not mean that it purely needs to be a group of Sherlock fans. There are many jobs, which I’ll go over later, that need to be done, and if you know how to perform that job well, I will not refuse the help.

This would be a long project, with no real set date on when it needs to be finished. The only thing that I hope is that it’s done before Sherlock season 4 is released, which could take a bit of time from what we know as Sherlock fans!

Now this is only a proposal at the moment, as I want to know how many people would actually be interested in joining this project. If there are not enough people who want to help, then I’ll have to postpone this idea until there are enough people. So it is crucial that if you are interested, that you message me exactly that. Please don’t message me as anonymous as I’d like to contact you later if we do start this project.

For now, if you’re interested, please check my blog for updates or follow if you think that’s easier. If this project happens, I will make a specific blog for it that you’ll all be able to follow. 

If you can’t help in anyway directly to the project, please help by reblogging this post so more and more people can see and hopefully we can make this project a real thing!

Now, I need to know that anyone who’s actually legit in helping is 100% on board with this. That means that you don’t just quit halfway because you got bored or you don’t want to. I need to know that everyone who wants to be apart of this project is going to stay with this project till the end. By joining, you’re promising to be dedicated to this project, and in return, I give you my promise that I will be just as dedicated to get this project out. Of course, if family problems or financial troubles arise, then I completely understand. I just don’t want anyone who joins to just one day wake up and not want to do their job.

And I know you have exactly no reason to trust my word on it, or trust that I can even do this project. And there’s not much I can show you to prove it, I realize as I write this down, but I’m a film student, and it is in my best intentions to practice filming, even if it is only for a few hundred people to see. And besides that, I love the show. I want to contribute. And being someone who wants to get into the film industry, this is the only way I know I can really show my appreciation to the show. Also, for those still doubting, when others are dependent on me, I can’t quit. I mean it. People waiting for me to make the next move is enough motivation to stay focused on a task. So if there’s enough people interested, that alone will make me stay till the very end. Hopefully, that convinced anyone who once doubted, but I understand if you still iffy about the whole affair.

One more thing before I go into the job descriptions. This video, if it does get made, will be posted on youtube and other social media websites. Like I said, it’s video made by fans for fans. So it will be shared. If you have a problem with your face being on camera, then it would be better to take a job where you don’t show your face. If you don’t want your name to be in the video, because I intend to credit every single person who helps in some way, then we can put your tumblr username or whatever you’d feel more comfortable with.

Last thing I promise; this will be filmed in North America, where in North America depends on where the most people are located and where it’s more easily accessible. I have no clue where I’d want to film this project and to anyone not living here, please don’t spend the money to come here just to film, unless you’re loaded, in which do what you like. There’s so many jobs that one can do in the privacy of their own home that you don’t need to spend any money at all. Of course, I’m not telling anyone that they can’t, but please don’t think you have to.

So if you’re interested in helping in the project, please keep reading so you can try to find a job you’d like to do. This is a huge project, but I believe that this can be done; it just needs some dedicated people to pull it off (:

I’ve made a poll and it would help that you fill it out so I can know your opinion on the whole project: CLICK ME 

(It be advisable that you read the rest of the proposal before filling out the poll)

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