I was inspired to try and find the oldest piece of writing I hadn’t deleted and it’s from right after I turned 14. It… is the most pretentious thing… omfg. I was so proud of this shit. It was my featured deviation, back when the dA lit community was active and cool. I thought I was a fucking prodigy. At least I can confirm that my obsession with girls who have boy names and kiss girls has been ongoing for at least twelve years.
Todd Bachman stopped daughter Brittany Peck’s wedding processional to request the presence of another crucial figure in Brittany’s life — her stepdad.
Bachman and Peck’s stepdad Todd Cendrosky have both played vital roles in Peck’s upbringing — so vital, in fact, that Peck wasn’t sure who should walk her down the aisle.
Two weeks before the wedding, Peck was torn. “She called me and said ‘Dad, something’s bothering me,’” Bachman said. “I told her I already had something planned. She was so torn, and the last thing I wanted was for her to be torn.”
Bachman kept his plan to include Cendrosky a secret until seconds before the wedding, when he grabbed Cendrosky’s hand, pulled him from his seat, and led him toward Peck, who had just arrived at the ceremony and was preparing to walk down the aisle. There wasn’t a dry-eye at the ceremony.
Okay. So the next episode is called “City at War.” In past versions of TMNT, this war has been between different parts of the Foot Clan, or the Foot Clan vs. various gangs, or whatever else.
Some people are speculating that there will be a big humans vs. mutants thing. THAT WOULD BE SO GROCKIN’ COLD.
But remember how we were all waiting for April to go cray cray with power?
It’s the end of the space arc, and she still has the shard thingy! So what if there is a humans vs mutants thing, and since she’s a mutant but blends in with humans so perfectly, she feels torn? And all she wants to do is stop the fighting?
And what if her intentions go from good, to crazy because she becomes corrupted by power, and then what if she winds up hurting the people she loves most? TT.TT
Good thing I’m usually wrong about my speculations, huh?
Taylor wakes up slowly, not fully registering her current situation right away. The first thing she is aware of is lying comfortably on top of Karlie, which is closer than usual, but not completely surprising. The blonde turns her head towards the wall-sized picture window at the opposite end of the bedroom, and sees the ocean is warmly glowing, hinting that the sun may have just risen. Taylor figures she has just woken up because of the dryness of her throat from the alcohol she consumed the previous night.
A/N: I had every intention of writing a different story tonight but then I saw the pictures and this was born (if you haven’t seen the filming photos, then, spoiler alert). I realise that there are several (possibly better) fics racing around the internet but I wanted to add my two cents as well. For those reading this who are not Australian, a pusher is a stroller/pram (so my story does not have baby Neal cuddling up to a drug dealer).
It was a bright morning as Emma strolled along with her parents and Henry, Neal cuddled up into his pusher. It was such an ordinary family moment, but not one that had ever happened in Emma’s life before so she was torn between her desire to skip along in happiness and to run to her car and drive far, far away before she was alone again. Although Emma has glad the latter desire was becoming less intense, she didn’t think she was up to the first option yet, so she decided she’d finally take her father’s advice and simply enjoy the moment.
“Hey, Grandpa,” Henry said, pulling up suddenly. “Do you think now that we’re staying here, we can start my sword practice again?”
“Sure thing, Henry,” her father said eagerly, before glancing uncertainly at Emma, “If that’s okay with your mother.”
Emma rolled her eyes, “If either of you gets hurt, I’m not taking the blame. Just make sure you go easy on your grandpa, kid.”
David scoffed as Henry laughed and asked, “Do you know where our swords are?”
Her father nodded, “They came back with this curse, they’re still in the loft. Eventually we’ll need to buy one for Neal too.”
Mary Margaret quickly cut in, “But not for many years, David, how about we let him learn how to walk first?”
David began to protest as Henry got a twinkle in his eye that she was sure he didn’t inherit from her, “Bet I can bet you back to the loft, grandpa.”
Or she was possibly wrong as David had the same gleam in his eyes, “I wouldn’t get overconfident, Henry.”
Henry dashed away before David could finish and her father cursed under his breath before quickly chasing after Henry, who was laughing as he ran. Emma watched them go with a fond smile, wondering when Henry had gotten quite so tall.
She looked over to her mother who had a similar smile on her face.
“You’re not going to let him teach Neal sword fighting before the poor kid even gets to school, right?”
“Of course not,” her mother said with a dismissive wave of her arm, “I’m going to make sure he learns how to shoot a bow before he can swing a sword. It’s a much better weapon.”
Mary Margaret laughed at the look on Emma’s face and Emma quickly joined in, happy at the joy that could be felt when you simply enjoy the moment. She and her mother continued peacefully along to the Loft, simply enjoying the sunlight and Neal’s quiet gurgles before another voice interrupted them.
“Good morning, your highnesses. Mind if I borrow you for a moment, Swan?”
Emma tried to keep her face neutral as she turned to face Killian, but even her poker face couldn’t stop the nervous churning of her stomach and the racing of her heart.
“Nope, that’s fine,” she said quickly, ignoring her mother’s speculative gaze. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute, Mum.” The idea of calling a woman not much older than her was still a bit odd if she thought about it, but in the moment, Emma found it to be surprisingly natural and she got a little feeling of pride that she could make her mother smile like that by using one simple word.
She followed Killian around the corner and was about to ask him what the matter was but before she could his lips were on hers and they quickly fell into sync. She lost herself in the movement, her hands on his collar and his tangled in her hair before they broke apart, breathing heavily.
“Hi,” she said shyly, pressing her forehead to his.
“Good morning, Swan,” he replied huskily, “You look beautiful as always.”
Emma laughed and leaned back, taking her hands off his collar and trailing them down his arms, “It helps when you sleep on a proper bed.”
“So,” he said, scratching behind his ear, “Are you going to be spending all day with your family?”
Emma shrugged, “I don’t think we’ve planned that far ahead,” she smiled at him brightly, “You’re welcome to join us.”
“Will I need to pull you behind corners if I become overwhelmed by the desire to kiss you?”
Emma shrugged uncomfortably, “I would prefer it if we kept this between us for now.”
When she saw the hurt flicker in his eyes she cursed herself and quickly leaned to kiss him. “Just for now,” she said after they broke apart, “I want to figure this out between us before everyone and their grandmother starts adding their own opinions.”
“As you wish, Emma.” He said. The line made Emma smile – as always – and she thought the first thing she should do is introduce him to the Princess Bride, and probably the whole concept of movies.
“Killian,” she said, catching his eyes, “Thank you. I’m not very good at relationships so I want to take this slow and get it right. But I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere, okay?”
“Very well, love, I do enjoy taking my time.” His eyes flickered back to her lips and he sighed, “I suppose you should get back to your mother before she gets worried.”
“Such a gentleman,” she teased.
He grinned and Emma tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, “I’m always a gentleman.”
“Except when you’re pulling ladies behind corners to kiss them soundly.”
He gave an unrepentant shrug with a matching smirk and rearranged a lock of her hair, “I’m also a pirate, you bring out both sides of me, Swan.”
She was about to give what she was sure was a witty retort before she noticed Leroy running up to them.
“Bad news, sister,” he said between pants after he finally reached them. “We’ve got some oddly-dressed lady running up back-streets leaving patches of ice everywhere. We could use some help.”
“Are you serious?” Emma said with frustration, “It’s only been 10 hours since our last crisis.”
“Come on, we’ve got no time to lose.”
Emma set off after Leroy and without needing to look back, she knew Killian was following. She quickly left a message on her father’s phone about her whereabouts and continued to follow the dwarf.
“Don’t worry, Swan,” Killian said as they jogged along, “You’ve braved Regina’s cells and the Dark One’s vault, you’re ready to face anything.”
Emma gave him a smile back and tried to ignore the voice in her head that said this was their fault.
Two days to the RWBY volume 4 premiere and I’m still thinking about how for almost three seasons I thought that Adam would turn out to be Blake’s older brother/brother figure, and that was why she was so torn up about him turning into a violent extremist.
And then the punk bitch actually shows up all, “Hello, my darling,” and my dumb ass is just sitting there like, “Oh. OH. That’s how it is.”