really william was the crazy one

I bet Nursey doesn’t even think much of the fact that he basically is responsible for finding SMH’s new manager.

Like if anyone tries to hype him up for it, he just goes, “It’s chill. Just wanted to do my part.”

Except with Dex. The moment Dex starts getting smart with him, Nursey whips around and plays his manager-discoverer card so fast, it drives Dex crazy


Requested by anonymous

A/N: Due to the nature of Five Nights at Freddy’s, a LOT is open to interpretation. As such, this may not reflect everyone’s headcannons.

“They weren’t kidding when they said this was going to be a project,” you commented, looking at the derelict animatronics littering the room. You kneeled down by what was once a bunny. “You don’t even have a face,” you commented, leaning in to look at the endoskeleton of the animatronic, trying to see how it worked.

You set down your supplies and waked around to take a look at the others. “No hands and bad joints, exposed wires all around. But as long as the infrastructure is still good, that’s all I need.”

Freddy was the mascot, so you figured you’d start with him. You knelt down and started to pull off the fabric covering its endoskeleton. However, as you worked, Freddy’s head twitched. You guessed it was residual electricity. That was, until Freddy’s hand came around and grabbed your hand. You jumped to your feet and moved back, your hand slipping out of Freddy’s grip.

“Very funny,” you said, your heart pounding out of your chest. “I know about the wearable animatronics.”

Freddy slowly climbed to his feet. Bonnie was soon behind, then Chica. “Okay, what’s going on?”

There was the sound of static. It was probably from the dust-filled speakers that were on your list to fix. Though, you swore you heard a voice through the static. “Who?” Freddy seemed to ask.

“I’m a mechanic,” you stated, not believing you were talking to an an animatronic. “My father helped design Freddy’s animatronics. Well, before he went crazy.”

“Purple guy?” you thought you heard in the static.

“Save us,” a whisper came from Chica’s voice box.

“My father was fond of the color purple,” you mused to yourself. Could they really be talking about William Afton?

“Father?” Bonnie’s voice box started up. It was very unsettling to hear something without a face speak.

“Knows Purple Guy,” a fourth voice stated behind you. You felt a hand grab one shoulder, and you saw a hook on your other side. This must be Foxy. “Bite?”

“Hey, my father might’ve gone crazy, but I’m NOT like him,” you insisted. “He killed my brother. I’m glad he’s gone.”

Freddy stepped closer to you, as if examining your face. “Y/N?” he asked slowly.

“How do you know my name?” you asked Freddy.

“My father… Afton,” Freddy stated.

A look of realization crossed your face. The other animatronics must’ve realized the same thing you did, and they took a step back.

“You’re my brother,” you said, not believing you actually had your brother back. Well, in a way. Despite yourself, you stepped forward and hugged the animatronic. Freddy carefully wrapped his arms around you to return the hug. After a moment, you stepped back.

“Let’s get you all fixed up so you’re not struggling so much to move and talk,” you stated. You looked around to the other animatronics. “I’ll fix you all up, don’t worry. You’ll be good as new. Well, if the person they have making new suits does a good job at least.”

I was THIS CLOSE to comparing William Shakespeare to the author of My Immortal in a college essay.

And before you jump on me, you know how no one can be certain that My Immortal was an intentional trollfic or not?

We can’t really be certain if Shakespeare was this amazingly progressive revolutionary for his day or if that was just kind of an accident of writing up these weird plotlines that regularly featured things like cross-dressing and touching on social issues. Or who knows, maybe we were reading into an indie theater nerd’s crazy plays.


a/n: and here it is thank u so so much for your patience!! i’m so grateful for all your love in the previous parts of this series!! please tell me if you liked this and if you want another part maybe 

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The night after the date was uneventful for Y/N at least. All she could think of all night was Chris and how nice he actually was. She felt quite disappointed about him leaving to pick up William, but it was understandable. Chris seemed to care a lot about his friends, which she admired a lot.

She sighed, throwing herself on the bed. Y/N couldn’t help but let her mind wonder a little. Does Chris still like her? Or did he even like her in the first place? If he does, how will he act on it? She had so many questions surrounding the thing going on between her and Chris, but she didn’t know how to approach them or how to ask Chris anything concerning the matter.

Y/N looked around her room, hoping to magically find the answer to all her questions so she’d be able to go to sleep. Her eyes landed on a book on her floor. The book was one of her personal favorites, she had always admired the main characters courageous personality.

Then it hit her. All she had to do was gather up enough courage and face Chris. It maybe wasn’t the magical answer she had hoped for, but it was enough to make her fall asleep somewhat relaxed.

Chris on the other hand wasn’t mad, he was actually furious. Not because of Y/N, obviously he had had a great time. He almost felt betrayed, William had promised him to not bother him tonight but that clearly was too much to ask.

The other thing was that on the phone William had told him to pick him up from a party, because he was drunk but when Chris arrived to the address he had been given he found a sober William who just told him to drive to another address. Turns out he had planned to meet the Yakuza boys.

That was exactly how Chris had ended up laying on William’s couch several hours later with a black eye and a small cut on his cheek. Chris groaned in a mix of pain and annoyance, William rising an eyebrow at him.

”Seriously? You couldn’t wait another day to do this?”

”No, you know exactly why too. Couldn’t have done this without you, you’re the freakishly strong one.” William grinned, trying to boost up Chris’ ego so there’d be less yelling involved.

Chris rolled his eyes at the boy. William had left the fight with no scratches whatsoever, which just fueled Christoffer’s anger even more. Sure, he never told the exact reason why tonight was so important to him but either way William should respect him enough to respect him and what he says.

”You never told me what was so important to you tonight, care to tell me now?” William carefully brought up after sitting a good 10 minutes in silence, hoping to not piss of Chris even more. He was one scary man when he was mad.

All Chris could do was sigh, he knew eventually curiosity would take the better of William. Chris nervously chewed on his bottom lip, trying to find the right words.

”I went on a date.”

William fell from the chair he was sitting on, hitting the wooden floor hard. He was shocked to say the least. If he had to bet on someone who’d be the most likely to not go an a date in the whole school, he would’ve been confident on betting for Chris.

”You did what?!” William exclaimed, wincing in pain making Chris feel slightly better.

”Yeah, that’s what I keep telling myself but I really like her and I’m doing my best in trying to show her that my life doesn’t actually depend on hooking up with a bunch of people.” Chris was staring at the ceiling, a small smile on his face thinking of all the things Y/N had told him. It made him upset but first off it sadly was true but she was the first person to actually have the courage to tell him so.

William looked at his best friend, searching for any hint of humor in his features. He couldn’t help the little ’oh’ get past his lips when he realized that Chris was actually serious. The rest of the evening was spent in an awkward silence.


Y/N was a nervous wreck when she arrived at school, she had plenty of times changed her mind about confronting Chris and there probably was many more to come. She was standing in the courtyard of the school with her friends, desperately trying to find Chris or one of the penetrators.

Vilde noticed her odd behavior and was about to comment on it when her attention went elsewhere like everyone else’s.

Y/N’s mouth parted when she saw Chris and his black eye. She wanted to know what had happened to him. Scratch that, she needed to know. Y/N waited a moment before excusing herself, quickly getting inside the school to find Chris in hopes to talk to him.

Soon enough she found him getting standing in front of his locker. Her hands were shaking, her less confident and more nervous side of her taking over. Y/N was about to bail when Chris noticed her. He didn’t say anything, but he just tilted his head at her in a questioning manner.

Y/N took a deep breath before taking a few steps, so she’d be standing directly in front of him. Instinctively she brought her hands up to his face, gently tracing the bruises doing her absolute best to not hurt him. Chris on the other hand just stared at her adoringly.

”What happened?” she wondered out loud. Chris panicked a little, figuring the worst was about to happen.

”Look before you get mad at me or anything, I didn’t end our date so that I could go and fight someone. William had set it up and when I told you last night I have to pick him up from a party I actually thought that was it but then it escalated from there quickly and I really like you, so much that it actually frightens me so if possible dump me in the nicest way possible,” Chris said in one breath. That was a lot of information to process in approximately 15 seconds, Y/N’s brain processing all he said.

The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy when she realized he had just told her he liked her. Christoffer Schistad liked her. The next thing she realized was that he asked her to be nice about dumping him.

”Dump you? How do I dump you when we’re not together?” Y/N wondered out loud. A blush spread out on Chris’ face, making Y/N smirk. For once he was the awkward one, not her.

”W-well I’d actually like to be with you as more than friends. Like I’d be the one who can kiss you and take out on dates and kick someone’s ass if they try to make a move on you. I just really like you,” Chris told unsure of what to do next. This was all new to him.

A smile spread on Y/N’s face. A huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, she no longer had to worry about how Chris felt.

”Good thing I like you too a lot, then”, Y/N told him Chris’ eyes lighting up. She took a step forward, her hands going behind his neck. She gave Chris a reassuring smile, before getting on her tiptoes so she’d be tall enough to press her lips against his. Their mouths moved in sync sweetly, both of them pouring all of their emotions to it. Chris’ lips molded perfectly with hers, it was like they were built to be together.

Y/N’s nose bumped the bruise on his cheek, pulling them both out of their trance. Chris quietly groaned making her giggle, strand of hair falling from behind her ear. Chris smiled, putting the strand of hair back behind her ear before he placed yet another kiss on her lips.

He could definitely get used to this whole thing. Her smiling because of the dumb stuff he says and does, kissing her and to the feeling of happiness.

Japanese-Style Fan Dance with a Clown.

Pre-Word: The character that I am playing is the same as the one from the previous submissions here and here. ((  <== If you would like a better understanding of the first setting paragraph, I would recommend reading these first.))

Setting: So here it is… The group has entered a large forest positioned between two mountain-ranges, and are investigating a disease that is infecting both animal and plant-life. At this point now, the group has been whittled down to three party members consisting of a Human Assassin named William, the ever-angsty wood-elf monk Jun, and my character: the Clown Monster Vuuvie. Now, the group had a bit of a falling out since Melch decided to go ape-shit and try to kill William two sessions after their player joined for being a follower of some Fey religion, or whatever-the-fuck. So Melch ran off to who-knows-where after the group threatened to kick the shit outta the scrawny Teifling. -and Sylvara the Dragonborn had gotten separated from the group after meeting her also Dragonborn boy-friend.

So our party of three are now being guided by a Druid Wood-Elf through the forest to find a cave where the disease was said to have originated. It wasn’t airborne so all the team had to do was not come into contact with anything contaminated. While Vuuvie wanted to burn the forest down, the rest of the team was not as supportive of this method.

It had also been suspected that a doll that Vuuvie carries around with him is very powerful and can bend time and space to its’ own will (while still being reasonable). While the doll is actually alive, no-one else in the group besides the DM really knows this, and it lets Vuuvie get away with a lot of crazy fourth-wall-breaking bull-shit since they like to help Vuuvie do stuff.

So the group eventually comes to a halt in a small opening when the following happens:

DM: “You come to an opening in the woods. The trees and shrubbery around you seem to make this place ideal for a resting place. So since it is approaching sun-down, it might be good to set-up camp. Do you all wish to stop?”

William (OOC): “Indeed.”
Jun (OOC): “Yeah, sure.”
Vuuvie (OOC): “Why not?”

DM (OOC): “Well, as you are setting up camp, you hear something from the far off areas of the forest to your right. No-one is for certain what it could have been making these sounds, but you can tell that it sounds like… Talking.”

Druid Guide: “Oh no… Is this a bad time to mention that this forest is the home of many different ogre tribes?”

Jun: “Are you fucking kidding me?”
William: “Well, this is quite unfortunate.”

Druid Guide: “We’re sorry, but we would not have thought you would have come out to investigate the forest if you knew ogres lived here.”

Vuuvie: “I sort of thought it was a given. I mean… This forest DOES have some pretty swampy areas….”
Jun: “Shut-up, Vuuvie.”
William: “I do hate to be the bringer of bad news, but we may not want to argue at this moment. It may be better to hide.”

DM (OOC): “Okay, do you wish to all hide?”

William (OOC): “I am going to hide in the shadows of the forest and see what troubles we may be up against.”  *Rolls well, and succeeds on being hidden.*

Jun (OOC): “I am going to use my monk-bullshit-climbing powers to climb up into the highest trees in the area.”  *Also rolls well, and climbs up a sixty-foot tree so they are also hidden.*

Vuuvie (OOC): “Nah, I got this.”

//Everyone else gives me a questionable look.//

DM (OOC): “Um… Okay? Is he at least going to do anything, or is he just going to stand there like an idiot?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Just trust me. You’re gonna LOVE this.”

DM (OOC): “O…kay? Two ogres come walking into your camp-site, and seem to both be dragging a mans corpse by the legs. The corpse is very, VERY dead. In fact, you get the sense that the ogres BRUTALLY MURDERED this guy. They don’t see Vuuvie though as they seem too invested on who will eat the body.”

Ogre #1: “Oi told ya dat dis one is mine!”
Ogre #2: “And I’M telling YOU that it AIN’T!”
Vuuvie (OOC): “As the two ogres come storming into the opening, no-one has seemed to had noticed that they have walked into what seemed to be a Traditional-Japanese festival. There are booths with people manning their stations, and customers purchasing their goods. Paper lanterns are strewn about the area, and give off a dim glow in the growing darkness that the sun-set was creating.”

//The DM is giving me the biggest WTF face I have ever seen, and everyone else seems to be listening just to see where I was going with this.//

Ogre #2: “What the fuck is this shit?”
Ogre #1: “Uh…”

Vuuvie (OOC): “ In the opening, the stalls seem to lead to a large wooden stage you would normally find at gatherings such as these. Do the ogres approach?”

DM (OOC): “Are you fucking DM-ing ‘ME’?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Do they approach?”

//The DM actually seems interested.//

DM (OOC): “You know what? Sure. They approach. What happens?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “As they gather at the front of the stage, they are welcome to the lanterns in the area dimming for the lights on stage to gather even more attention in the open area. At first, there is only the noise of the other people in the area as they crowded the stage, completely unaware of the ogres having been dragging a cadaver through the festival grounds. Then the sounds of music start picking up. Some wind instruments, drums, bamboo-clappers, and even a Japanese koto.

Jun (OOC): “I have a flute, and I join in?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Yeah, Jun joins in to play from the tree they are sitting in. However, as the music starts a single figure in a Japanese female-style kimono walks up on stage as they shield their face with two paper fans. Their natural-skin color is a bleached white, and their long hair is tied back into a neat and tidy bun as they walk with wooden sandals that are clacking against the floor of the stage. A feminine-looking rag-doll, also in Traditional-Japanese garb, is hanging over the figures’ shoulder…”

William (From the bushes): “Oh Gods, is that-?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “As the face of the figure is revealed, a Taiko drum is hit once as it is VUUVIE that is dancing on stage! However, as the music continues with the clown monsters dancing, he begins singing a very strange song.”

Ogre #1: “Wha da shit is happening?”

Vuuvie: “Some… body once told me… the world is gonna roll me. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. She was… looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb… In the shape of an ‘L’ on her fore-head.”


//Vuuvie is still doing a fan-dance on stage.//

Vuuvie (OOC): “Oh, that’s easy.” //Vuuvie makes a horizontal motion with one of his fans.// “Just half them and share them.”

// The ogres proceed to tear the body in two, causing the audience of people to finally scream, and panic while both destroying the stalls in the area and fleeing out into the woods. The ogres then storm off, leaving Vuuvie by his lonesome on stage. Jun and William then come out from their hiding places with William having been reeling back at the complete nonsense they just witnessed, and with Jun just happy that they were included in it. All the while, the DM seems to have been the one reeling from what happened the most. //

DM (OOC): “You had a Traditional-Japanese festival in the opening, and had your character cross-dress as a female fan-dancer… Then you had him dance while singing the lyrics of 'All Star’ by Smash Mouth with a Traditional-Japanese festival musical-cover… Just because you encountered two ogres that MIGHT have turned out to be hostile, and you made them go away by meme-ing at them?”

Vuuvie (OOC): “Yep.”

DM (OOC): “Okay…”

We already Know the Fucking Story

Dre: But, night one was crazy stuff.

William: yes but like we talk about it 300 times, I know it. I was there. Everyone was there. We were here, I was there.  I was singing(?) and then you were doing this.. We know it. We. Were. There. Oh my gosh.. 

Doctor Who - Attack on Titan Recast

Recast the Doctor Who characters with Attack on Titan characters and explanations too! Go!


10th Doctor (David Tennant) - Eren because they are both guaranteed to get the job done due to their sheer determination.

11th Doctor (Matt Smith) - Sasha because they both probably love weird food combos and I can 100% see them arguing over the last bowl of fish fingers and custard. Also both quirky and adorable.

12th Doctor (Peter Capaldi) - Levi because they’re both very down to earth and would rather get the job done and relax later with minimal messing around. Also both very capable of sassy comebacks.

Rose Tyler - Mikasa Ackerman because they’re both smart and observant and will disobey rules if they feel the need to but are otherwise obedient and hard working.

Martha Jones - Armin because both are smart and logical and are fairly capable by themselves until faced with immediate danger.

Donna Noble - Connie because I can’t imagine either of them being very capable by them selves and they probably need the company of others to keep them sane.

Amy Pond - Jean because they are both slightly gobby and will express their opinion but will listen and obey when they need to.

Rory Williams - Marco because neither are always 100% sure on what’s going on at times but can be useful when needed. Also both are probably really good at cheering people up because let’s face it Marco’s a little ray of sunshine!

Clara Oswald - Probably Hanji because both are fairly smart and confident but are kinda crazy and wacky at the same time. Both can be loud as well when necessary.


AN: Hey hope this ones okay! Thanks for the request I really enjoyed writing it!! :)

If I was a US History Teacher.....
  • Me: Okay class now why is tomorrow's date so important?
  • Student: *raises hand* Because its the anniversary of the Boston Tea Party thing, where the colonists dumped the tea into the harbor and made the British really mad.
  • Me: That is correct but who are we forgetting in that famous moment of US History?
  • Class: *silence*
  • Me: nobody?
  • Class: *more silence*
  • Me: man you guys are worse than Ubis-
  • Student: we're forgetting Conno-
  • Prick Student: *who doesn't raise his hand* Ya know, another history teacher told me that this "Connor" doesn't really exist and that your just a crazy old loon.
  • Me: That's exactly what the Templars want you to think child.
  • Class: *more silence*
  • Me: ANYWAYS don't forget your homework is to go on Youtube and watch Sequence 6 of AC3 for the Boston Tea Party. There will be a pop quiz on it tomorrow. :)))
Street Dreams (Remix)
Nas (feat. R. Kelly)
Street Dreams (Remix)

Since I was recently talking about MCs that were trying to emulate Nas, let’s talk about the real thing, shall we? Nas never achieved the widespread public adoration that has been bestowed upon the likes of contemporaries like Jay-Z, Wu-Tang Clan, and The Notorious B.I.G. but if it came down to it, I might put Nas above them all. He has a laid back flow that is just untouchable. His lyrical mastery and influence has stretched into the works of artists like Eminem, Lupe Fiasco, and J. Cole just to name a few.

Street Dreams” was a solid single from his second album, It Was Written. Today, I’m here to talk about the remix of that song. The track was produced by The Trackmasters, producers of other such hits of the era like Foxy Brown’s “I’ll Be,” Will Smith’s “Men in Black,” and Nas’ own “If I Ruled the World (Imagine That).” You can hear the smooth production stylings of those tracks in this one; The Trackmasters took care to sample only the best in classic R&B: “Choosey Lover” by The Isley Brothers. R. Kelly is featured and brings his unique flavor to the song by singing the hook which is an interpolation of “Choosey Lover” and Marvin Gaye’s “Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology).”

This version of the song was mainly publicized using a flashy Hype Williams music video which is excellent. But if you really want to see something special/crazy, check out Nas performing this track on Nickelodeon’s All That. It’s a trip.

Crazy Weird Dream I Had..

So, I had a dream that Jack and I were working in some video game store in the mall, and Jack kept messing with stuff and acting silly, and I kinda had to keep telling him to stop that he was gonna get us in trouble. He didn’t listen. Then, next thing I remember, all of my old classmates came piling into the room, ones that I haven’t seen in ages…it was just really weird and everything felt like it was in slow motion for some reason.
Then, after that, I remember I was walking around the food court of the mall and I saw all my old classmates again, with my old teacher, she was my favorite teacher back then, so I waved at her and smiled, she kinda smiled at me and kept walking by me with my old classmates. I remember I kinda fell into a step behind them, following them…I’m honestly not sure why.
But then, I had this really eerie creepy feeling crawl up my spine, as if someone was right behind me. I turned around slowly and saw Antisepticeye right behind me. I was right. He was looking right at me, his eyes were blacked out and he had this smirk on his face and he was holding up a knife…he had some blood on his neck as well, basically the way Jack portrays him to us in real life. And I remember I started to kinda walk a bit faster, but when I did I nearly tripped and I had to face forward to catch myself from falling. I don’t even know if my classmates were still around me, cause all I remember is turning back around to face Anti again, but this time his eyes weren’t blacked out anymore but he had this huge creepy grin on his face, and he was closer to me, and he was holding the knife even higher over his head.
Next thing I remember I was on the floor and Anti was attacking me, like, hurting me…I had this sharp pain go through my ankle, as if he was slicing my ankle up, then that’s what woke me up. Cause I felt that pain in real life as well.
That dream was so all over the place and weird, I don’t even know! I only talked about the parts I could really remember… I have never had a dream about Anti before though, Jack yes, but Anti…never. Guess this was my first! :P
Anti is actually pretty damn scary haha!

anonymous asked:

Hello, just so you know, you don't have to do this, if it's too much. What would Iceland, England, Hong Kong, Norway and Canada look for in their s/o? PS. I found this blog just yesterday, and might have read through all of it. I really like it! :)

(Anon, we’ll answer your request even if I’m in the hospital at age 90)

Iceland/Emil Steilsson: Found here!

England/Arthur Kirkland: Found here!

Hong Kong/Leon Wong Kha Loung: Hong Kong would probably go for someone who fits either ‘trendy’ or ‘#YOLO’. Or both. He’s got a ton of crazy ideas, so his s/o should probably be prepared for that. He follows pop culture really closely too, so his s/o has to just deal with it, or even better, follow him on his 16-hour journey to chase down that one idol.

Norway/Lukas Bondevik: Found here!

Canada/Matthew Williams: One thing is certain: His s/o has to be able to see him. Canada wouldn’t be able to carry a relationship with someone who constantly overlooks him. Naturally, they should get along with Kumajirou too. Due to Canada’s gentle and quiet nature, someone with a similarly calm temperament would suit him. He wouldn’t mind someone who would spoil and pamper him, he deserves it considering all he has to go through everyday. Especially with America right next door.

Grell and Children

One thing that has always interested me is whether or not Grell really wants to have children. It’s something a lot of fanfiction writers have tackled - including myself, but I’m curious as to whether this is truly something Grell desires. What makes it so peculiar that while Grell expresses a desire to bear a child twice in Jack the Ripper, it’s not something that’s come up again. It’s not mentioned again in the manga, anime, OVAs, or musicals. It’s simply dropped. Basically, that leaves three options. Either Grell wanted (or thought she wanted) to have children previously but doesn’t now, Grell never truly wanted to have kids, or Grell still desires to be a mother but no longer expresses it verbally.

Grell Wanted (Or Thought She Wanted) to Have a Child But No Longer Does:

Grell initially told Madam Red she wanted to have kids when they first met. This is actually their connection since a big source of Madam Red’s anger towards the prostitutes she killed was that they could have children when she could not. This is why Grell said they should work together.

One theory is that Grell saw a connection to Madam Red and mistook their shared inability to give birth to their own child as that connection. What they really had in common was a need for love and a fear they would never have this love. They both felt rather incomplete. Oddly enough, I’d ever argue that Madam Red’s anger wasn’t really towards those women having abortions. She was actually angry that Vincent was taken away from her forever, and she wanted to take this anger out on someone. The prostitutes became her focus, and she reasoned within herself that she was actually angered by her inability to have children when that wasn’t the case. After Madam Red’s death, Grell no longer had that connection, and her desire to have her own child waned. This is why she hasn’t mentioned this again.

There’s also the strong chance that as Grell’s character evolved, this trait was dropped. Initially the story was going to end after Jack the Ripper, so there was no real need to think about how Grell might be in the future. As the story has grown, Grell’s character had to evolve slightly. It’s possible that Grell wanting kids was no longer a part of her drive and hasn’t been brought up again.

Grell Never Really Wanted Children:

I have an old post that basically states that Grell set Madam Red up a bit. Grell saw this woman killing people and saw her as a bit of a reflection of herself. Grell wanted to team up with her, so she told Madam Red she shared her pain. Grell enjoys flirting with Sebastian, but it’s a bit of a game, so she playfully talks about wanting to have his children. None of this was as serious.

This is certainly a possibility. A lot of Grell’s actions and what she says is part of an act, although I not sure how likely there was zero truth to what Grell said.

Grell Still Wants Children But Doesn’t Say Anything About It:

If this is true, then Grell was being honest about her desires to Madam Red. She also mentioned this while flirting with Sebastian. It is peculiar, however, that Grell would never bring this up again if this was something that she really wanted.

It’s possible that this is something very personal to Grell. With Madam Red, she had someone who understood, so she was more likely to talk about her inability to have children. Now, there’s no one who understands and most just thinks she’s putting on an act or is crazy. It is likely that Grell has a bit of a reputation around Dispatch, so routinely discussing wanting kids would only add to rumors and gossip.

Oddly enough, her not saying anything to William about fathering his kids actually adds some evidence to this idea. Grell flirts with Sebastian, but she cares about William, yet she never has expressed wanting his kids. This might be because it is a serious desire so she doesn’t joke around about it with those she’s more serious with.

Of course, this all just theories, opinion, and a dash of headcanon. Personally, I think it’s something Grell thought she wanted but for an odd reason. This is just my thoughts on the subject, but I think Grell desires love and wants someone to love her. While she’s certainly not conventional, she is a traditional romantic in some way. She wants to get married and be someone’s wife - and traditionally she would also become a mother. Grell doesn’t really want a child for the sake of raising a baby but rather to fit this image of an ideal life in her head. Since it seems impossible, she’s somewhat dropped the idea, although the desire may still be there.

Again, none of this is fact, so all discussion is welcomed and encouraged.


•Donage in 1994. - Describe yourself in four words:

-Jason: Sensitive, kind, worry and happy.
-Howard: Shy, modest, romantic and…crazy.

•Donage in 2009. - Describe the other in one sentence:

-Jason: Howie’s crazy. . Reliable. A great singer.
-Howard: He’s great. He is trustworthy, sensitive, a Sexgod. No, really, if I were a girl, I would love him completely.

*Credit in some pictures: ingek73


I honestly dislike the ‘Sacrifice Chloe’ ending of Life is Strange simply because it hurts most of the characters. Not physically (besides Chloe), but mentally.

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“People think that the suicidal are sitting there suffering in their own pain all day, just stewing, sitting there getting ready to express it. But really, what the suicidal are doing is watching Wheel of Fortune. Perhaps having a bowl of Frosted Flakes. Maybe another bowl. Somewhere in the middle of the second bowl, the meaninglessness of the entire universe begins to close in on them.”

-The Mountain Goats

This quote was all I could think of when I heard the news and that it might’ve been a suicide.

Rest Well, Robin Williams.

And thanks for everything.