#(Miss you forever Grandma Iris)

[anxiousangerball]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but

YOU DO NOT NEED TO START A NEW HOBBY!

STEP AWAY FROM THE TEXTILES!

YOU DON'T NEED MORE YARN!

THAT FABRIC IS NOT CALLING TO YOU! LEAVE IT ALONE!

#Mom can you pick me up I'm scared #That siren song is playing again #But wouldn't it be neat to dye spin weave sew knit crochet tat #OMG save me #Hobbies #Textile Arts #Crochet #Knitting #Weaving #Spinning yarn #Cross Stitch #Quilting #Never has Grandma Iris' voice been so loud in my head #(Miss you forever Grandma Iris)

[marnierelates]

IRIS

by Goo Goo Dolls

It is a song where he can sacrifice everything just to be with his loved ones. Sacrifice is a very treasurable gift or acts that you can give to someone especially when it comes to our loved one sacrifice is easy to do. We can change ourselves for them, but all I can ask is are they willing to do it for you?

The line, “And I’d give up forever to touch you,” reminds me of my grandma who passed away. I miss how she holds and take care of me. I miss the way we bond with each other because we just had a short time together. She is my savior and my best friend. Touching her again will make my soul healed and happy. It will give me a reason to live my life to the fullest. When that time comes, “And I don't want to go home right now,” I just want to stay by her side and hug her tightly.

This song is very relatable to me because, during the time of the pandemic, I used to keep away from my family because I can’t accept the fact that they cannot understand me. All I need was a companion but why did they think that I am rebelling? I just want someone to hold me while I cry and to listen to me while I speak. This line hits hard to me, “Cause I don't think that they'd understand,” because I want to speak out my feelings to them but I can’t. I want them to know what I’ve been experiencing but I can’t because I know they will not understand it.

There are many events that happened in my life during the pandemic one of them is confessing of who I am. I want to be who I am but why don’t they let me? I just want them to know the truth and support me because that is all I want. I want to feel accepted and be loved by them but why they are pushing me away? ”I just want you to know who I am,” this line gives so much meaning to my life. It truly relates to my happenings in life.

We all want to be TRUE to ourselves and we all want to be UNDERSTOOD...

#Iris #Who I Am #Goo Goo Dolls

[meangirlsx]

Now That’s a Party

Pairing: Janis Sarkisian x reader Word count: 1340 Warning(s): None Request: could you do a janis x reader where their first date is on halloween? i love your writing sm

Happy belated Halloween, friends!

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“No, Janis, you have to!” you heard Damian say. He was trying to whisper, but he wasn’t doing a very good job.

You were on your way to join them for lunch, but you were still feet away.

“Halloween is our thing,” Janis said. “We don’t have to change that. It can be any other day.”

“But this is perfect! I can do something with Cady. Or with my grandma. This is love we’re talking about.”

You almost stopped walking. You’d had the biggest crush on Janis for as long as you could remember. You hoped that maybe they were talking about you, but you feared it would turn out to be about someone else. You tried to put it out of your mind as you crossed in front of them.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” Janis said.

You did your best not to get hopeful as Damian greeted you and tried to discreetly elbow Janis. Just like with the whispering, though, Damian was never great at subtlety.

You forced back a laugh when Janis elbowed him back.

“So what are you doing for Halloween?” Damian asked you.

Hope was definitely at the front of your mind, now.

“I don’t really have any plans yet,” you said. “What about you guys?”

Damian opened his mouth to answer, but Janis beat him to it.

“We usually watch some Halloween movies together,” she said.

“Except I was just telling Janis that I totally forgot I can’t make it this year. I promised my grandma that I’d spend Halloween with her.”

With one final glance at Damian, Janis directed her attention to you. “Yeah. So if you don’t have anything to do, you’re welcome to come hang out with me. I could use someone to watch movies with.”

You smiled at her. “That would be great. It sounds like fun.”

Janis quickly changed the subject. You spent the rest of lunch wondering if it was supposed to be a date or just friends hanging out. She had said it so casually, and it wasn’t like you’d ever said you liked each other. Sure, you’d told Damian and Cady, but you had no idea where she stood.

You tried to think about your next class as lunch ended. Janis’s voice completely broke any train of thought you had, though.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You turned to face her.

“I just, um… There’s no pressure, but… I was just wondering if maybe… Halloween could be a date?”

You felt yourself grinning immediately. “I would love that.”

Janis smiled, too, but hers also had an element of relief. “Okay. Great. So… I’ll see you after school, then? We’re all still going to Cady’s?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then.”

She headed off to class. You were pretty sure you’d be smiling for the rest of the day.

Halloween was only a few days away, but it felt like forever. When it finally arrived, you could hardly stop smiling again the night before.

You were so excited, you arrived at Janis’s house a few minutes early. You were prepared to wait in your car for a few minutes, but your phone went off with a text. From Janis.

Please tell me that’s you outside. I’ve been so excited to see you all day.

You began to type out a response, but she sent another text first.

You can come in. I’ve had everything ready for an hour.

You couldn’t help grinning to yourself as you headed up toward her house.

She greeted you with a big hug as soon as she opened the door. She showed you the selection of movies and food you could pick from. All the movies were Halloween movies, of course, and the food was mainly perfect movie snack food, but there were also a few that were Halloween-themed. You found that kind of adorable.

Conversation flowed easily, and you enjoyed watching movies and commenting as you watched. The second you heard kids outside, though, you paused the movie that was playing.

“Trick-or-treaters!” you said. You looked at the candy bowl sitting in front of you. “Do you have enough that we could share?”

“Do you even have to ask?” She picked up a shopping bag to show you that it was full of bags of assorted candy. “But we can’t pass out candy like this. Hold on.”

You waited on the couch as she disappeared down the hall.

When she returned, she was holding a witch’s hat and a headband with large horns. You chose the witch’s hat. You got your head pieces on just in time for her doorbell to ring.

After the first group had left, you turned back to Janis.

“Do you want to just...sit outside and watch for a bit?” she asked.

You swore you could feel your heart swell.

So you grabbed your coats and the candy bowl and headed outside. You sat on her porch and just watched as kids ran all around the neighborhood. After a few minutes, you leaned against her, and she wrapped her arm around you.

When trick-or-treaters came up, you would both compliment their costumes. Some kids complimented your hat and her horns, too. The occasional teenager would pass by, which was also fun.

You passed out candy and watched everyone until it all started to slow down and dark began to set in. Then you went back inside to continue watching movies.

Before you could play the movie again, though, Janis’s phone lit up. Damian was calling.

“Damian?” she answered, putting it on speaker. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. But my grandma went to bed. And it’s Halloween. And I know you’re on your date but I miss you. It doesn’t feel like Halloween without you.”

You met Janis’s eyes. She clearly felt bad but didn’t know what to say. You knew she didn’t want to upset you, so you made the decision.

“You should come over!” you said.

“Is that Y/N? Am I on speaker? ...Oops. Hi, Y/N. Sorry I’m crashing your date.”

“What’s Halloween without your closest friends? We can invite Cady, too.”

You looked at Janis to gauge her reaction, and you realized her eyes hadn’t stopped shining since you told Damian to join you.

Damian gasped. “Do you really mean that? I love you both. I’ll call her myself and I’ll pick her up on my way. Bye!” And he hung up.

Janis looked at you. “Are you sure? We don’t have to.”

“I’m positive,” you said and took her hand. “We’ve had plenty of time alone. It’ll be fun to spend the night with them.”

“I just feel bad that it’s not the night you expected, then.”

“We got through one and a half movies and all the trick-or-treaters. That sounds like a great night to me. And we’ll get to spend the rest of it with our friends. I think that’s a pretty perfect Halloween.”

Janis smiled, and a thought sparked in your head.

“But if you’re that worried about it, we can make up the time another day, right?”

Her smile grew. “Absolutely.”

You helped her refill the snacks and talked until Damian and Cady arrived, which didn’t take long. The two of them brought a completely different vibe into the room, but you really did love it.

“I brought cake,” Damian said. “If there’s anything Janis has taught me, it’s that it’s not a party without cake.”

Janis threw her arm around his shoulders. “And this is why I love you.”

The four of you fed off of each other when talking back to the characters in the movies. After the first movie had been playing for a bit, Janis moved closer to you to offer her bowl of popcorn to share. By the time the movie was over, though, you were sharing a blanket, instead, and you were cuddled up to each other. You spent the rest of the movies that way, and Damian snapped a few photos of it on his phone that he couldn’t wait to show you later.

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[westallenfun]

Home for the Holidays

Westallen Secret Santa gift for @westallen94 from @xswestallen

Barry and Iris rent a cabin in the mountains for Christmas. 100% fluff!

It was Christmas Eve Eve and 100 miles Northeast of Central City, the Smoky Mountains were covered in a blanket of snow. On the outskirts of a small town, the kind they make cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies about, on the side of the mountain, a little log cabin would be the cozy home of Barry and Iris West-Allen for the holiday.

Iris gasped in admiration when they first arrived.

“It’s so beautiful!”

Barry, who’d been carrying her as he ran them there, kissed her forehead before putting her down.

“I knew you’d love it. I’ll be right back with our stuff”

Barry sped away, leaving Iris alone for only a brief moment as he ran their luggage to the cabin.

Iris went up the steps to the wrap around porch, where she could appreciate the view of the beautiful scenery from every angle. She took a deep breath, the mountain air was invigorating. She was far away from the chaotic sounds of downtown in a city and closed her eyes to listen to the sweet songbirds’ tune.

The cabin’s window sills and the porch’s rail were frosted with snow. A wreath with colorful lights hung on the front door, which was flanked by poinsettias. It was the most picturesque place to spend Christmas.

“Iris,” Barry called from the front door. “You have to see this.”

She went to him. He moved aside so she could walk into the cabin. The first thing that could her attention was the 10 foot tall Christmas tree in the center of the living room. It was filled with white and silver ornaments. A shining star topped it.

“It’s so beautiful!” Iris said in awe.

Barry tapped the suitcase they’d pack with their own artificial tree and ornaments. “I guess we didn’t need to bring one after all.”

“Or, we could have two.”

“You’re really in the Christmas spirit this year.

Iris shrugged. “I’m just glad there are no meta problems to mess up our cozy holiday.”

She ran her hand up and down Barry’s sweater. He looked over her shoulder and something made him smile. Taking Iris by the hand, Barry led her across the cabin, to the doorway to the bedroom, where mistletoe hung.

“They really thought of everything.” Iris commented.

“Actually, this,” Barry pointed to the mistletoe. “Was me.”

He snaked his arm around Iris and pulled her in for a kiss.

The following more was Christmas Eve. Iris woke up Barry with a kiss on his cheek.

“Merry Christmas Eve.” She whispered.

Barry’s eyes fluttered open. He smiled as soon as he saw his wife laying next to him. He kissed her hand.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“A little.” Iris admitted. “I know we were so hot when we finally went to bed last night that we thought we didn’t need the heavy blanket, but maybe tonight we’ll keep it close by so we can grab it later.”

“Your hands are like ice.”

“Warm me up then.”

Iris moved closer to her husband and wrapped her body around him. She ran her hands up and down his chest and back.

Together, they made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. They sat side by side at the kitchen table so they could both look out the large windows.

“That’s the secret.” Barry said. “You do it that way and you’ll never have another pancake disaster.”

“Are you sure that really works? Or, is it just one of those Pinterest life hack thingys that’s full of crap but nobody notices because they’re too lazy to actually try it?”

“It works!” Barry insisted.

“Ok. Next time I make pancakes I will pour the batter into an empty syrup container and used the lid to squirt it onto the pan.”

Barry moved his fork around his pancake. “Perfect circle guarantee!”

Iris giggled. She took another bite of her food and looked out the window. Her jaw dropped when she saw snowflakes falling.

“Babe, it’s snowing!” She gasped.

They abandoned their breakfast. Barry speed dressed himself and Iris in their coats, scarfs, earmuff, and gloves. They ran outside.

It was freezing cold, but the sky was fairly bright. Snow was falling at a steady, but not overwhelming pace. The wind carried the sweet smells of the cider trees to their noses.

Iris threw her hands in the air to catch some of the falling snow. She spun around, feeling giddy.

Barry came up behind her and put his arms around her. Iris leaned back on him.

“It’s going to be a white Christmas.” Barry said.

Iris looked up at him. “This moment is perfect. I wish it could last forever.”

Barry smirked. “Well, not forever, but I can make it last a lot longer.”

The wind stopped. The snowflakes that were falling stood still in midair. It was as if time paused. Iris smiled up at Barry, knowing he was using his powers to bring her into Flashtime.

Iris took in the experience. “I feel like I’m in a snow globe.”

Barry slid his hands down her arms. He laced their finger together (as best he could with their gloves) and began to sway.

“I want to dance with you.”

“I always want to dance with you.” Iris replied.

She put her head on Barry’s chest. She could hear the rapid beating of his heart, in such contrast to the stillness around her. Being a speedster meant Barry always had a fast heart rate. But, Iris felt pride knowing another reason, was her dancing with him.

After a few more dances, a snowball fight, a few Christmas movies while cuddling on the couch, and a sad attempt at a gingerbread house, the day had come to an end. Christmas was merely hours away. Barry and Iris laid in bed, but Barry couldn’t sleep.

“I feel like a little kid again.” He told Iris. “I’m too excited to sleep.”

“I think it’s all the candy you ate instead of using for our gingerbread house’s roof.”

“I have a very fast metabolism!”

“I love how your always so warm.” Iris purred. She nuzzled her face in Barry’s neck. “Will you hold me all night so I don’t get cold?”

He kissed her head. “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

“If you want, I can make you really warm.” Barry offered.

Iris felt butterflies in her stomach. She thought she knew exactly what Barry was suggesting. “Babe, you want to go again?!”

Barry breathed a laugh. “That’s actually not what I was going to say.”

“What is it then?”

Barry began to gently vibrate his body. “I can do it to you too, if you want.” He said, his voice vibrating too. It reminded Iris of her late night meetings on rooftops with The Streak.

“Yes please.” She said.

Barry held her close and vibrated her body as well. They fell into a steady rhythm together, so it no longer felt like they were moving at all.

Iris sighed in relaxation. “I do feel warmer. You’re powers are endlessly useful in bed.”

Barry looked very pleased with himself. He brushed Iris’ hair away and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Christmas morning arrived with more snow. The first thing Iris did when she got up was gaze out the window, admiring the winter wonderland. Barry soon joined her, with cups of hot cocoa in each hand.

“One for my beautiful wife.” He said, handing Iris hers. “And, one for me.”

Iris kissed him. He already tasted like chocolate.

“Thank you, baby.”

“It’s Christmas!” He cheered.

“And, it’s snowing!”

Barry kissed Iris on the cheek. “Everything is perfect. This is the best Christmas ever.”

Iris batted her eyes at him. Before she could give him a flirty reply, her phone rang.

“Who is it?” Barry asked.

“My dad. He wants to Facetime.”

Iris answered the call. The happy faces of Joe West and Cecile Horton appeared.

“Merry Christmas!” They said in unison.

“Merry Christmas to you.” Barry said.

“We miss you two.” Joe told Barry and Iris.

“You’ll see us soon.” Barry assured him.

“Are you having a good time?”

“The best!” Iris gushed. “Dad, this place is so gorgeous. The trees, the mountains, they’re breathtaking. It’s been snowing too.”

“Sounds perfect.” Joe said.

Barry put his arm around Iris. “My thoughts exactly.”

“How’s your family, Cecile?” Iris asked.

“Oh, everyone was so excited to see Jenna.” Cecile lit up as she spoke. “That baby girl has been passed around more than the potatoes. My sister gave her the most adorable little outfits. I’ll send you pictures.”

Iris giggled. She could picture how cute her baby sister would look. She also loved seeing Cecile get so excited.

“What are you up to?” Joe asked.

“We’ve played in the snow, built a gingerbread house, and watched a handful of Christmas movies.” Barry reported.

“Christmas movies? Any recommendations?” Cecile wondered.

Barry grimaced and scratched his neck.

Iris was proud to say, “Last night, we watched The Princess Switch. It was so good.”

Cecile grabbed Joe’s arm. “Honey, we should watch that.”

Joe and Barry exchanged pained looks.

In a poor attempt at sounding excited, Joe said, “Yeah. That will be fun.”

Iris laughed into her mug of hot cocoa.

“Thanks for teaching me how to make Grandma Esther’s special hot cocoa.” Barry told Joe.

“No problem.”  He said. “So, what are your plans for today?”

Iris looked up at her husband. “Barry and I were just about to open presents when you called.”

“We won’t keep you then. Merry Christmas!”

This time, in unison, it was Barry and Iris who said, “Merry Christmas!”

The call ended. A black screen replaced the imagine of Joe and Cecile. Iris put her phone away.

“That was nice.” Barry remarked.

Iris smiled feebly. “Yeah.”

Always in tune to her emotions, Barry raised his eyebrows. “Iris?”

“I just miss them. I’m having a great time and I’m glad we took this time away, just you and me, but, this is the first Christmas I’m spending away from home. I guess I’m a little homesick.” She explained.

Barry hugged her. “That’s ok.”

Iris melted into his arms. She put her head on his shoulder. “You must miss your parents a lot too.”

“I do.” He admitted. “But, I’m not homesick.”

“No?”

Barry shook his head. “No. I can’t be when I’m with you.”

Iris picked her head up so she could look at him.

“You’re my home, Iris.” Barry repeated his wedding vow. “It doesn’t matter where we are. As long as you’re next to me, I’m home.”

Iris surged forward and kissed him. Held tight in his arms, his lips so sweet and so insistent, Iris felt it too. She really was home.

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[pallas-amanda]

Life Updates

Hi, Tumblr!

It’s been a while since I shared a real update.

I am still job hunting to get out of my toxic work environment (yayyyy). Applying left and right. Got one interview about two weeks back, and they finally updated yesterday - they are hiring another candidate. I was really bummed about that one because it was something I was really excited about. The good news is that I was able to mentally reset a little bit over winter break and detox a bit, so my tolerance for the B.S. around here is a little bit better for the time being.

Both my grandmas are in a rehab facility right now. My dad’s mom fell and broke her hip right before Christmas. My mom’s mom slipped out of a hotel bed on Saturday and fractured a vertebrae.

A few days before Thanksgiving, I had to have my ferret, Athena, put to sleep. She was the first one I ever got, and she was the last one I had left (she outlived her “brothers” by 3 years). She had cancer and it appeared to have been spreading to her liver. There wasn’t a whole lot that we could do, and she was going in and out of not really being able to move from pain. They advised me not to be with her for the actual end because they had to inject the medicine straight into her heart because of her size, but I stayed with her until they had given her a sedative. She was such a strong, intelligent girl and we had a special bond.

My mom and I also had to have our dog put to sleep two weeks ago. Sauron would have been 16 soon. I’m going to miss my sweet, grumpy, old man. Everything was starting to kind of fail him. He had cushing’s disease, and we couldn’t do a whole lot to help at this point. I held him while they gave him the meds. Just before the vet did it though, he shared some dark chocolate with Sauron. My mom and I thought that was so nice, and so uncalled for. It really made us love our vet even more. Sauron really enjoyed the chocolate. Despite being super drowsy, he got real perky real fast and kept looking at the vet like “you got any more??” I’m glad he could have that last special treat.

So you could say the past couple months have been a little rough in pet life.

On to happier things....

Andrew and I are 44 days out from our wedding (!!!!!!!). We bought our plane tickets just after the new year, as well as both of our wedding rings. I am a little bummed because we are doing a destination wedding in Hawaii, and we let everyone know FOREVER ago when the option came up so everyone had lots of time in advance to know and plan, and there were a TON of people who were like, “hell yes, I will be there, this is going to be awesome, we will make this happen.”

....And now we are losing a bunch of people last minute who we have to pay for food for at the venue regardless, so that kind of sucks. My maid of honor recently transferred to a new location with a company she’s been with for years, and they won’t let her off for the wedding (they also keep going back on other things they’ve said regarding time off). My brother’s boyfriend has spontaneously decided to quit his job, so he probably won’t be coming...and if he doesn’t come, my brother has decided neither will HE. Plus my dad’s mom was fully capable of traveling and had planned on Hawaii, but..she is dealing with her broken hip. And another super long time friend’s son had two surgeries they weren’t planning on last year, so she’s not 100% sure they can.

I mean, we planned the destination wedding thing so that we could have an “excuse” to keep it a small event, limited to the people closest to us in our lives. And so having like 6-8 guests suddenly back out, that sucks.

So if any Kauai (or anywhere, really) based @taylorswift fans want to come to our wedding in March...hit me up. We will have the extra food (HA).

Anyway, on the plus side I’ve started uploading all my music to my google play for the flights to/from Hawaii. I made a playlist with all of my Taylor stuff, so that’s going to probably be all I listen to, hahaha.

I’m also currently trying to convince Andrew that we need a third cat. There is this GORGEOUS stray that comes around my grandma’s place and keeps getting preggo. In her latest litter was a kitten that looks JUST like her (all fluffy and white!!!), plus it has one green eye and one blue eye. My mom also told me that they are about 99% sure it’s deaf....so, that right there got me. (I’ve been telling them NO KITTENS for a couple years now).

I’ve already decided on possible names, too. Harpocrates (but Harpo for short) if it’s a boy. That was the Greek god of silence. Or Iris, if it is a girl. Greek goddess of rainbows...plus iris=eyes, and it has the two different eye colors.

I’ve been struggling a bit with my anxiety and depression lately, and I guess it’s just a culmination of everything. I’m trying to not let myself fall into a black hole despite it all, and it’s hard, but..I’m managing. It makes it really hard to be motivated and do anything, though. Cooking is effort. Cleaning is effort. Work is effort. Conversations with people is effort. Hell, my bridesmaid that is planning my shower asked for a list of people for it (SUPER EASY, BTW) and I just....kept...not...doing...it.  When I did? It was like..10 minutes to make sure I didn’t forget everyone and look up their contact info and email her.

Anyway. I’m trying to keep moving and be around.

[nijiimura]

all the botanical asks ;)

damn you.

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?griffins hell yea

lavender; soundcloud or vinyls?soundcloud!!

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?annihilation by jeff vandermeer 

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?depends on if they fit or not but YEA bc it smells like them its nice

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?tomorrow im gonna see zoe im so fuckin ready

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?that its gonna be ok

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests?the ocean

whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again?the question is who was the last person i kissed 

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits?dfjdsbnfjsbfhfd NO im a walking disaster

apricot drift; how do you feel right now?bored

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?i dreamed about seeing infinity war the night before i actually saw it and apparently in dream IW they never went to Wakanda and just shot footage just for trailers like they did in rogue one

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now?chocolate...

lavender dream; turn ons/offs?turn on - girls. turn off - men.

water lilly; when was the last time you cried? why?this morning bc my teacher sent me a pissed off email after i told me i was gonna be an hour late bc i missed the bus

lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?no

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream?whoever bites their ice cream are monsters

honey perfume; favorite movie ever?grand budapest hotel!!!!

desert rose; do you like yourself?hmmm next question

snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?i took a selfie w a WWE commentator years ago 

night owl; how many countries have you visited?2!

heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle?yea it was fucken sweet

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?come out??

lantana; what’s on your mind right now?SLEEPOVER W ZOE TOMORROW

pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign?leo... yknow... nya

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.-i wear socks to bed bc my feet get cold!!-i have a scar on my wrist from a swinging accident w my little brother-i have a spotify playlist thats 122hrs long bc i just dump albums on there-abba is currently my favorite band-bleeding hearts are my favorite flowers bc they remind me of my late great grandma

daphne; do you believe in karma?yes??

queen of the meadow; ever been in love?yes

wisteria; whom do you admire and why?my dad tbh hes one of the hardest workers i know and has such a shitty job and deals w 90% of my family drama but hes always so positive and funny and i love my dad so damn much

angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?good dog carl

remember me; did you make someone laugh today?i fucken hope so

iris; do you believe in ghosts?YEA

lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit?1979 just so i can go to an abba concert

caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not?hm no lmao

primula; what makes you sad?school. all these rohan ovas davpro keeps releasing

rain lily; was today typical? why/why not?yea i went to class and disappointed my teacher 

queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most?zoe

lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today?nothing... and i had nothing for lunch either.... all ive had is some lemonade and poptarts i bought like an hour ago

forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life?going to this damn college

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe?ok star wars universe is rad as fuck

violet; favorite tv show?the office and kitchen nightmares HDJIFDNJF

sunflower; share a favorite quote.god idk man

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like?im home alone and its raining outside and i have the windows open. i dont have any deadlines to meet and i spend the day drawing 

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?drawing and crying

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.BITCH IDK DO U THINK I READ?????

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?catch fireflies but i am SO terrified of all bugs its not funny

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger?my fucken age

sweet pea; who means the world to you? why?okuyasu nijimura means the entire world to me, and heres why (pulls out 50 page essay) no but my little brother

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read?have yall... dabbled in these books called warriors by erin hunter?

foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character?im not even into su anymore but amethyst always wins

magnolia; coffee or tea?coffee

crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved?Why Not Both Thot

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?WHY NOT BOTH THOT

bell flower; what is your biggest addiction?hey guys im smoking the latest coolest drug called okuyasu nijimura

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?y...yes

moonflower; what’s your favorite color?yellow

freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not?yea we tight

sundrop; are you a morning or a night person?night

poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness?idk if adhd is a mental illness or not so imma say... maybe

clover; how would your friends describe you?

fucken gay

dandelion; do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert?depends :/

lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?bitch idk man im an open book i embarrass myself on a daily basis

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.dumb gay bitch

lotus; best memory as a child?my mom bringing my cat bill home for the first time!!! he was so small.......

angelonia; what is your eye and hair color?brown and brown

dahlia; do you like crystals?yea imma shove my dick in a geode

buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?grievous real so i can fuck him

baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house?hufflepuff

calendula; biggest pet peeve?specific but when im literally just sitting in the car and one of my parents goes “looks like SOMEONE has an attitude” like?? i was silently looking out the window

blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet?friends bc i love them so much

blazing star; share a secret.I DONT HAVE A FUCKEN SECRET

carnation; would you rather live longer or happier?happier

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?bitch im too tired to answer this

bluebell; do you wear glasses?no

nymphea; forest or river?river

orchid; do you like exercise?HFDJKSFNDKJSDFNFK WHO TF DO I LOOK LIKE.

pansy; do you like poetry?FUCK poetry

morning glory; any special talent that you have?i can do a good swedish chef impression

#megan answers #thanj fuckin god this is voer #long post #Anonymous

[captain-zajjy]

Solstice, Chapter 21 - A Final Fantasy XV Story

Pairing: Ignis x Female Original Character

AO3 | Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

A/N: I am SO SO sorry this is late! D: Hopefully the 4.7k words somewhat makes up for it.

For the first time since she’d arrived in Lestallum, Valeria had no appetite, pushing her food around on her plate.

“You don’t like it?” Iris asked, eying her from across the table at the Amicitia’s apartment. Valeria had been expecting Gladiolus Amicitia’s younger sister to be some sort of hulking bruiser, and was surprised to find that, aside from being rather tall for her age, she was quite slender, with a soft face and plucky demeanor that could only be described as cute.

“I know the canned stuff is kind of bland,” Iris went on. “But Gladdy says not to waste money on stuff that can go bad.”

“We’ll have fresh food from the garden soon, right Iris?” The boy, Talcott, asked. Valeria didn’t mind teenagers - it hadn’t been so long ago that she was one herself - but she had no idea what to do with kids. She had no younger siblings, no little cousins that she knew of, and children certainly had never been allowed in the boardroom at work. Even when she had been Talcott’s age, she had tried her very hardest not to act like it.

“I hope so,” Iris replied to Talcott. She pointed toward the suite’s balcony beyond the sliding glass doors, where there was a small plot of soil warmed by a sunlamp. “I figured it was worth a try.”

Valeria nodded dumbly, her distracted mind only now catching up to the conversation. “The food’s fine,” she said. “I’m just…”

“Worried?” Iris supplied. “You don’t have to worry about Ignis as long as he’s with Gladdy.” From the way she spoke and the earnest look on her face, Valeria knew Iris wasn’t just saying that to assuage her. She truly believed her brother was invincible. I thought my mother was invincible too.

“My grandma used to say I was lucky to be born a girl, since all the men in our family are ‘cursed’ with bravery.” Iris laughed, but then turned somber. “My grandfather was killed trying to help someone that fell in front of a train. He didn’t even know the guy at all, he just…” She shrugged. “Dad was a little more level-headed, but Gladdy…” She shook her head. “I remember when he got his face all cut up, protecting Noct at a bar. He was happy. So, you don’t have to worry about Ignis if Gladdy’s around. He’d take a bullet for him, and probably laugh about it afterwards.”

Valeria narrowed her eyes. “Doesn’t that worry you?”

Iris pursed her lips. “Nah. He’s an ox. It’ll take a lot more than that to kill my big brother.”

Valeria didn’t have the heart to tell her that, beneath all that muscle and bravado, her big brother bled like any other man.

She forced herself to eat, unable to allow herself to waste food even when her guts were twisted into knots. If Gladiolus was so eager to to protect others, why had he left behind the two people who depended on him the most? It seemed that he was every bit as ignorant of the danger outside the city as Ignis.

Or, perhaps like Ignis, he was out there chasing his shattered pride, desperate to reaffirm some sense of purpose. For as long as the Caelum dynasty had sat on the throne, Amicitias had served as their shields. Valeria knew what it was like to grow up with the weight of parental expectation on your shoulders; for Gladiolus, that burden was multiplied by generations. Losing Noctis must have felt like losing an integral part of himself.

Gods, she prayed, even though she wasn’t so sure anyone was listening. Don’t let this be their undoing.

“So…” Iris ventured, filling the silence. “Gladdy said you stayed in Insomnia for a while, after, well...you know…”

Valeria nodded. I wasn’t like I had much of a choice.

“A lot of my friends, um...” Iris went on. “I still haven’t been able to find out what happened to them. Do you think…?”

Valeria shook her head, perhaps too quickly, when she realized what Iris was asking. She didn’t want to recall the smiling faces in the photographs of the missing, the terrified, frozen faces in the photographs of the dead, though they were indelibly engraved upon her mind.

“People mostly kept to themselves,” Valeria offered by way of explanation. “Sorry.”

“Oh. Oh yeah, of course.” Iris gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure there were, like, thousands of people anyway.”

Felix. He was a couple of years younger than Iris, but the Academy wasn’t a large school; it was very possible that they’d known one another, that they’d maybe even been friends. How could she even begin to explain to Iris that he was probably dead or worse, all because Valeria was too afraid? Because the only thing she could do in the face of danger was run away. You’re a coward. Such a paltry explanation seemed particularly pitiful when facing one of the storied Amicitia bloodline.

Somewhat to Valeria’s surprise, Talcott began to clear the table, completely unprompted by Iris.

“All finished, ma’am?” he asked, reaching for Valeria’s plate.

“Don’t call me ‘ma’am,’” she replied automatically.

“Oh, okay. Miss…?” Talcott trailed off, apparently unsure of her last name.

“‘Miss Val’ is fine. And yes, I’m done.”

“Okay!” Talcott scooped up her dirty dishes, his tongue poking out slightly as he carefully made his way to the sink with his little arms full.

“Thanks, Talcott!” Iris rose from the table.

“I can do the dishes,” Valeria said. She could certainly use the distraction.

“Oh no,” Iris said, shaking her head. “You’re a guest! But thanks for offering. I always have to yell at Gladdy to do them.” After turning on the sink, she asked, “How did you and Ignis meet?”

“At the Academy,” Valeria replied. “On the first day. I realized I wasn’t going to be the only insufferable know-it-all in the class.” Even now, as worried as she was, the memory caused her to smile.

At first, she had regarded Ignis as more of a rival than a kindred spirit, but it soon became clear that he was the only person who knew what she was talking about when she went on about geometry, that she was the only one who got his (usually lame) wordplay jokes. In Ignis, she had found a mirror, someone struggling to reconcile their desire to be seen as mature with the realities of being fourteen, someone so desperate to please the adults around them that their true self was stunted, pushed to the side.

She didn’t have to do that anymore. She wanted to feel his hands on her face, hear his voice in her ear, feel the warmth of him at her side. She wanted to tell him all the things she had been so afraid to say out loud, the things she hadn’t even been able to admit to herself. Come back, Iggy. Please come back to me.

Galdin Quay. It was here, one sunny morning that felt like decades ago, where Ignis had received the news that had forever altered the course of his life. Insomnia Falls. He could still recall the size and typeface of the headline, those two words etched in ink that had changed everything.

And yet, it had only been the beginning. If Ignis had known what fate awaited him in Altissia, would he still have boarded that boat to the City on the Sea? Yes. The answer came to him without hesitation. My place is by Noct’s side, no matter the cost.

But his liege was gone, gone where Ignis could not possibly follow. Ignis realized that, for all his talk about negotiations, he had no idea what to say to these people. Oh, the proposal for the supply line was straight forward enough. But just who he was, and under what authority he had to decide such things - that was what he didn’t know, what he couldn’t answer if asked. He was a Crownsguard with no king, and advisor with no lord. An orphan, and a blind man, and a failure.

“Ignis.” He turned at the sound of Gladio’s voice, pushing the negative thoughts away. The truck creaked to a stop, the gearshift whining as Gladiolus put it in park.

“How’s it look?” Ignis asked. Even his ruined vision could tell Galdin was lit up like it was mid-day.

“No wonder they’re low on power,” Gladiolus muttered. “It’s making me damn eyes hurt. Uh, no offense.”

“Please,” Ignis scoffed. “None taken. What about fortifications?”

“Aside from the lights, they got nothing. I mean, we just drove right on up.”

“Hmm.” Ignis frowned. He recalled the layout of the resort well, and knew that a beach and pier weren’t exactly simple to fence in, but physical barriers would greatly reduce the number of lights they needed to keep the daemons at bay. This all seemed incredibly elementary to him, but he reminded himself that most of the people stuck here were probably wealthy vacationers, not survival experts.

When Ignis opened the door of the truck, he was assaulted with the overpowering smell of salt and fish on the sea breeze. The ground suddenly lurched beneath him, and he was standing on a crumbling dock with the screams of the Hydraean in his ears and the taste of saline filling his mouth. And all around him, he saw red. Red water, bodies covered in blood, magitek exhaust. Red flames consumed his vision, searing his face, his eyes…

“Whoa, whoa, Iggy.” Gladio had grabbed Ignis by the arm, the only thing keeping him on his feet. “What’s wrong?”

Ignis fumbled behind him with a trembling hand, feeling for the car seat. “I...I’m sorry,” he said as he slumped against it, clenching his fist. The sudden pain that had erupted in his face was extraordinary and nauseating.

“Huh?” Gladiolus still had him by the arm. “You sick or something?”

“I…” It’s not real, Ignis told himself. It’s all in the past. But the smell of the ocean, the pall of moisture in the air, continuously triggered memories, memories that threatened to devour him.

“I’m fine,” he said, even as he felt his insides churning. “The smell of the ocean, it…” Ignis shook his head. “Don’t mind me.”

“Hey.” Gladiolus shook his shoulder, quite gently for a man of his strength. “It ain’t gonna happen again. I won’t let it.”

“I know that.” Ignis knew he wasn’t in danger, but memories - bad ones in particular - were pervasive, persistent things. With a frustrated sigh, he pushed his sunglasses up his forehead to press the heel of his hand into his throbbing, scarred left eye.

“You wanna wait here?” Gladio asked, releasing his arm.

“No,” Ignis insisted. “Just...give me a moment. If you please.”

“You got it, captain. Imma unload the truck.”

Ignis tried to focus on his breathing, concentrating on the feeling of the air passing in and out of his lungs. It’s in the past, he reminded himself again. Put it behind you. His heart rate began to slow, but his face still ached, a phantom of the Imperial mortar that had blinded him and would probably haunt him for the rest of his days.

As Ignis began to get himself back under control, he could hear a crowd of people gathering close by, murmuring to one another about the new visitors in their midst. He straightened his collar, buttoned his jacket, and forced himself upright, feeling his way around to the back of the truck where Gladiolus was unloading their cargo.

“How many are there?” he asked Gladiolus quietly.

Gladio dropped something heavy on the ground, then replied, “Dunno. Maybe ten people. Nobody’s armed.”

“We’ve come from Lestallum with supplies,” Ignis announced, turning to address the crowd. “We heard your message on the radio. May I ask who’s in charge?”

A couple people stepped forward, but apparently only to look through the boxes Gladiolus had unloaded, supplies shuffling and clinking in their hands.

“Hey. Hold up,” Gladio said to them, but Ignis couldn’t tell if they heeded him or not.

“It’s our understanding that you’ve been able to catch a good quantity of fresh fish,” Ignis went on to no one in particular. “On behalf of Lestallum, we’d like to establish an on-going line of trade.”

“Who are you exactly?” Some man asked. I don’t know, Ignis thought. I honestly don’t know anymore.

“Gladiolus Amicitia,” Gladio replied, stopping his work to stand next to Ignis, probably with his arms crossed. “Shield of the King. And this here’s Ignis Scientia, King’s advisor.”

“What king?” Another voice asked. “Aren’t all the Caelums dead?”

“No,” Ignis replied. “King Regis is, alas, no longer with us - may his soul rest in peace. But Prince Noctis yet lives.”

Several voices from the crowd rang out at once:

“Why isn’t he doing anything?”

“Where is he? Lestallum?”

“Why isn’t he taking back Insomnia?”

Ignis held up a hand to hush the group. “His Majesty is....he is far away. Preparing for his destiny, to banish this darkness and bring back the light.”

He was well aware of how foolish this all sounded, like some child’s fairy tale, but Ignis didn’t want to lie to the people of Lucis. The Empire had spread so much misinformation that he thought they were owed the truth, however fantastic it sounded.

The crowd at Galdin Quay seemed to divide at this news: a smaller portion exclaimed joy, relief, hope that someone had finally come along and offered them an end to this nightmare; but the majority were incredulous, dismissing Ignis’s explanation as nonsense, demanding proof of such a claim.

Ignis felt Gladio’s weight shift, felt the tell-tale thrumming of magic on his skin as Gladiolus summoned his weapon. The ground beneath his feet shook as Gladiolus drove his greatsword into the sand.

“How’s that for proof?” Gladio growled, his patience already growing thin.

“Calm yourself, Gladio,” Ignis whispered.

“They’re not lying.” A set of footsteps approached the group, and Ignis nearly groaned at the voice they belonged to. Dino. He’d recognize that ridiculous, put-on accent anywhere. Of all the people to defend us, it had to be him .

“That’s Prince Noctis’s Crownsguard, alright,” Dino said. And yet, that didn’t stop you from coercing us into running your bloody errands, Ignis thought with a frown. “They say the Prince is still alive, then you gotta believe ‘em.”

“Don’t tell me you’re the leader of this group,” Ignis said to Dino, unable to stop himself.

“Nah,” Dino said, sauntering up to the pair of them. “Don’t really got a leader around here, per se.”

A bloody democracy, Ignis lamented. That was fine in times of peace, but in a crisis, in danger, people needed a singular, decisive voice to call them to action.

“Holy hell,” Dino exclaimed. “What happened to you?” Ignis knew he wasn’t talking to Gladiolus about the new scar on his forehead.

“Back off,” Gladio growled.

“The Empire happened to me,” Ignis said, trying not to clench his teeth. First it had been Aranea Highwind, then the Marshal, Iris and Talcott, the Hunters...he was getting damned tired of constantly having to explain one of the worst days of his life.

“Damn,” Dino went on, unperturbed. “They got you pretty good, huh?”

“Ah, Dino.” Ignis just barely managed to keep himself from snarling. “Ever the beacon of compassion in troubled times.”

“What? I’m just say-”

“Whether you believe us about the King or not is, I suppose, irrelevant to the purpose of this visit.” Ignis raised his voice to address the crowd once more, cutting Dino off entirely. “We’ve brought the supplies you asked for.” He gestured in what he hoped was the vicinity of the boxes. “We can continue to provide you with such things, in exchange for part of what you catch.”

“How much fish we talkin’ here?” Dino asked. Why did it have to be him?

“Nothing unreasonable,” Ignis replied. “We’re not asking any of you to starve. How much would you say you catch in, perhaps,  a two-week interval?”

“Ehh…” Dino trailed off, and Ignis was forced to assume he shrugged. “The fisherman could tell ya, but they’re all out on the water right now.”

“It’s more than we need,” a woman, her voice familiar, spoke up. It must have been Coctura, the chef; she was the only woman they had spoken to at any length when they were here last. “I’ve been pickling what we can’t eat so it wouldn’t spoil.”

“And how much is that?” Ignis asked.

“Maybe enough to fill up the back of your truck in a month,” Coctura replied. “Maybe a little less. I don’t want to speak for the fishermen, but I’m sure if they were better equipped with lights they could catch more.”

Ignis nodded. That wasn’t anywhere near enough to feed the bloated population of Lestallum, but it was something - a start, and more than they had coming into the city now.

“Then if we sent you a truck full of power supplies once a month, you could presumably fill it with preserved fish in return?”

“That’s what the lady’s saying,” Dino said.

“And, is this acceptable to the rest of you?” Ignis asked the crowd, since it was apparently a bloody democracy. A few people mumbled some things to one another, but no one spoke up to voice any dissent. Of course, they weren’t in a position where they had much ground to argue; the moment their lights went out, it didn’t matter how well-fed they were - they were all dead.

Ignis was exhausted. He leaned against the inside of the truck door, closing his right eye, but found himself unable to doze off. After they’d filled the truck with the preserved fish Coctura mentioned, he’d only managed a few hours of sleep in the camper back at Galdin Quay, his thoughts chasing themselves in circles while Gladiolus snored.

“Can you drive faster?” He asked Gladiolus now.

There was a pause, and then Gladiolus snorted. “Seriously?”

“Nothing unsafe,” Ignis clarified. “I’m just...anxious to return.”

Gladiolus chuckled, and Ignis felt the truck accelerate, heard the engine crank and whir at the added strain.

“I said nothing unsafe,” Ignis repeated.

“Eighty ain’t unsafe,” Gladio replied. “Not when the roads are this empty.”

“Have you seen many daemons?” Ignis asked. It was difficult to hear anything in the distance over the engine noise.

“They’re out there,” Gladiolus said with a grunt. “Everywhere. Keeping their distance from the road.”

“Hmm.” Ignis touched the flashlight in his jacket pocket, idly toying the handle as he thought. “I wonder if they’re learning.”

“How do you mean?”

“Between headlights and the force of a speeding vehicle, the highway is a hazardous place for daemons. If they’re keeping their distance now, that seems to suggest a certain degree of...advancement.”

Gladio groaned. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Nor do I,” Ignis said with a frown.

Daemons had long been regarded as dangerous, but stupid, singular-minded in their quest for destruction. But this darkness was their world now, and Ignis had witness first-hand the vestiges of humanity that the terrible creatures still retained, even clung to. Though frightening, it was perfectly reasonable to assume that some of them maintained the adaptability, the capacity for logic and plans, that was uniquely human.

Suddenly, Ignis heard a scream, simultaneous with Gladio shouting a curse and the screeching of the truck’s brakes. He stuck his hands out just in time to prevent his face from slamming into the dashboard.

“Oh Gods, please! Help me! Help me!” A woman was shrieking in front of the truck, pounding on the hood. “They have my baby!” She wailed. “Please help me!”

Though Ignis wasn’t entirely clear on what had just happened, he immediately nodded toward Gladio. “Go,” he said. “I’ll mind the truck.”

Gladiolus had the car in park and was out the door before Ignis had unbuckled his seatbelt. He could hear the woman continue to scream and plead even as their footsteps receded.

Ignis reached over and felt around for the keys to turn off the engine; he didn’t want to waste gasoline, and he couldn’t hear anything over the bloody noise. Leaving the keys in the ignition in case they needed to make a hasty exit, he slid out of the passenger-side door, his ears and nose straining to discern any sign of the daemons in the darkness. A listless breeze ruffled his jacket and hair as Ignis switched on the light attached to his belt with one hand, and hefted the flashlight Valeria had given him with the other, electing to leave his cane behind in the truck - he wasn’t going anywhere, so he didn’t need it.

The woman had stopped her wailing and, just on the very edge of his hearing, Ignis thought he could make out voices, low and hushed, their words lost to the distance. What he couldn’t hear, he realized, was the crying of a baby - and any infant ripped away from its mother would have absolutely been screaming its little lungs out. The hairs on the back of his neck and arms began to rise as his stomach plummeted to his feet. This isn’t right…

Immediately, Ignis summoned a dagger to his free hand. He gripped the hilt and gritted his teeth. Behind him, perhaps twenty or thirty feet away from the bed of the truck, he heard the soft sound of dead grass crunching underfoot. Whoever, whatever was approaching was cautious, taking care to conceal their footsteps. Gladiolus wouldn’t sneak up on him, and the daemons may have been learning, but they weren’t this smart.

The breeze shifted and an all-too-familiar scent filled his nose - not the sulphur stink of daemons, nor the rotting stink of a carnivorous animal’s breath. It was filth - human filth, sweat and dirt and malice.

And then everything clicked in place. It was exactly as Valeria had warned him, that the people out here were colder and crueler than any animal. It was a trap. The woman lured the driver away, while this person, or multiple people, made off with the truck and their supplies.

Ignis should have been afraid, but he wasn’t. Anger welled within him, rage red-hot and raw like he hadn’t felt since Insomnia fell. To take advantage of others’ good intentions...there were very few things lower than that.

The footsteps grew closer and Ignis was certain it was two people, adults, likely both men. “You get one warning,” Ignis intoned, even though they didn’t deserve it.

“Just back off and give us the keys,” came the reply. The voice sounded like a young man doing his best to sound menacing. “We don’t have to hurt you.”

Ignis inhaled deeply, every muscle in his body tensing in anticipation. He switched off the flashlight and the light on his belt, extinguishing the only illumination he was aware of in the vicinity.

“You won’t,” he replied, the calm in his voice serving as a harsh contrast to the anger rolling beneath the surface. Only a fool would try to fight a blind man in the dark.

And they were a pair of fools. One charged at him with a snarl. Ignis dodged, sliding along the body of the truck. There was a clang and a cry as the man’s fist collided with the vehicle’s door. Ignis felt the vibration through his back, his mind immediately working out the man’s relative position and height.

Before his assailant could move away, Ignis reversed his grip on the flashlight, smashing the butt of it into the man’s face. It took him in the jaw, not the nose as Ignis had anticipated, but the man still recoiled in pain, the smell of blood suddenly filling the air.

“Shi-” The man blubbered through his damaged lips; distantly, Ignis wondered if he’d broken any teeth.

“Lee! Where the hell are you? Are you hurt?” the second man cried out. The man called Lee sputtered and groaned in response.

A pair of hands - that must have belonged to the other man - grasped Ignis’s right arm, then tried to push him sideways. Rather than resist it, Ignis rolled with the force, popping back up on his feet alongside the truck’s front tire.

“I-I’ve got a knife!” the unnamed man cried. Ignis could hear the blade - small, probably not much larger than a pocket knife - slicing wildly through the air.

Ignis pivoted away from the truck, wanting to keep the sharp instruments far away from the vehicle. “As do I,” Ignis said. I did warn you.

In front of him, Lee screamed. “Where are you? Where are you, you son of a bitch?” Ignis sensed the wild punch coming a second too late, and it connected with his ribs. He grunted as pain bloomed in his side, but stood his ground, knowing the next blow was imminent. Ignis allowed Lee to grab him by the collar, pulling them close together, Lee’s sour breath spewing in his face. Ignis plunged his dagger into Lee’s gut.

“Wha…?” The startled reply was all that came from Lee before he started screaming in pain.

Blood, warm and sticky, soaked Ignis’s glove, seeping between his fingers. He thrust the dagger into the man again, higher this time, and Lee’s screams turned into a wet gurgle, his body going limp in Ignis’s arms. Ignis pulled his blade from the man’s flesh, allowing him to collapse on the ground. Fighting to maim was a luxury a blind man couldn’t afford. And besides, out here, anything worse than a scratch was likely a death sentence anyway.

“Lee? Lee!” His companion was now screaming.

Ignis took a cautious step backwards from Lee, who remained on the ground, moaning pitifully. As he moved, he felt the air shift off to his left, felt the man’s knife slice through the outer layer of his suit jacket. He spun on his heel, bringing up the flashlight in a defensive stance, dismissing the dagger from his other hand. When the man’s blade struck the head of the flashlight, Ignis seized upon the second of confusion, grabbing the man’s wrist with his free hand and twisting until he released the weapon. Now I’ve got you.

“What did you do to - ahh! ” The man’s words were cut off into a yelp as Ignis twisted his arm in a way Gladiolus had once shown him, that forced the man to turn and bend, lest his elbow be wrenched from the socket.

Without letting go of the man’s wrist, Ignis swung hard with the flashlight, bashing the man on the side of the head. He made a startled gasp and Ignis felt him swaying, but he didn’t go down.

So Ignis hit him again. He hit him again and again, allowing his anger to get the better of him, until the man was crumpled on the ground alongside his friend, twitching.

It’s over, he realized. His breath was coming in heaving gasps, the place where he’d been punched throbbed, and the muscles in his arm felt like gelatin. But it was over, and he was fine. He hadn’t broken his promise to Valeria to return to her.

As Ignis wiped the bits of blood and hair (and probably other things he didn’t particularly want to think about) from the flashlight, he felt something touching the toe of his shoe, then weakly grasping at it.

“H-help me,” the first man, Lee, croaked, his voice unable to rise past a whisper. “I don’t...want to d-d-die out here.”

Too late for that, Ignis thought coldly. A clamor behind him caused Ignis to jump and whirl, dagger already summoned back to his grasp by the time his feet hit the ground.

“Iggy, it’s me!” Gladiolus shouted. “It was a-”

“Trap,” Ignis finished for him. He palmed the switch of the flashlight, and to his shock, it actually powered on.

“...Damn,” was all Gladio said when the undoubtedly grisly scene was illuminated for him.

“They were after the supplies,” Ignis explained. “Despicable.”

“Yeah, that woman had a buddy waiting for me. I knocked ‘em both out cold. Must be some kinda operation they’re running here, or were, since these two are…”

“Let’s go,” Ignis said. He didn’t regret what he’d just done, but he didn’t particularly want to dwell on it either. He followed Gladiolus back to the truck and they both piled in, leaving the two men to die on the side of the road.

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All the Greek pantheon asks! I was just gonna pick a few but there aren't that many

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Aphrodite: What do you love most about yourself? fuckin uhhhhhh,,,,probably my empathy bc it really fucks me over a lot but it’s also paved the way for some of my most emotionally intimate relationships

Apollo: Do you have any talents? i’m told that i write & draw decently

Ares: What small thing makes you angry? when the toilet paper goes the wrong way

Artemis: What are you hunting for in life? happiness & some vague illusion of adventure. which used to be like. i’m gonna work in forensics and solve mysteries for a living! but these days it’s more like fuck yeah i wanna teach english & history & have a little house or apartment with people i care about & spend time with my best friends & sometimes drive to places and explore them just because i can. take ridiculous & interesting vacations. go whale-watching one day

Athena: What is/was your best school subject?it was always a tie between english and history and in college it’s definitively english lmao

Demeter: Do you miss anyone? ye

Dionysus: Do you drink alcohol? If so, what’s your beverage of choice? this is a loaded question. i’ve kinda sworn off liquor forever because of one too many Bad Nights™ and I’m not drinking at all for 60 days to prove to myself that i can. i’m gonna be a wine mom now. what /tastes/ the best to me is champagne, lol

Eros: How do you define your sexuality? (vague hand gestures, an interpretive dance, smashes a window) y'know? (i’m pan + poly)

Gaia: Where’s your favorite place in the world? my grandma’s farm in northern michigan

Hades: Have you ever had a near-death experience? lol so many

Hecate: What do you think of magic? i’m literally a witch but i also have less faith in ~magic~ than i probably should. i recognize that lots of the rituals and whatnot i do that produce results are my own will at work rather than cosmic forces but i’ve had some experiences that utterly affirmed my belief in…something else & i love things like tarot. my views on spirituality are kinda complex and in this weird mix of hyperrational and wildly superstitious so hmu for more about that if you’re curious

Helios: Do you sunburn easily? HELLA

Hephaestus: What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever made or built? i once did this painting where i took photos of this rly cool tree that a ton of ppl had carved their initials into, decoupaged it onto canvas in intervals (like, a pic of the base of the tree near the bottom, a pic of the branches at the top, etc), and painted the spaces between the photos to make a tree comprised of photos and paintings. that was p cool. similarly i once smashed a disco ball with a hammer and used the mirrored tiles in a painting (which was weirdly also of a tree lol)

Hera: Are you the jealous type?not rly? it’s more like i’m the anxious type where i’m like. they like them better than me because i am THE WORST !!!!

Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything? a single piece of candy corn and i think a fake septum ring once from this rly shitty store (i cant remember if i went through with it or not)

Hestia: Where’s your home away from home? prob also my grandma’s farm in northern michigan. or i can be cheesy and say anywhere with my pals and it would also b accurate

Hyperion: Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunsets. sunrises generally mean that i’ve stayed up way too late again and it’s depressing lmao

Hypnos: What was your most recent dream about? it was a sleep-paralysis fueled nightmare! i also keep having these bizarre slice of life dreams feat. @tornad001 that are literally just everyday conversations that could happen or have happened that don’t seem to hold any deep significance but have been happening since we’ve been living together this summer

Iris: What’s your favorite color palate? i like pastels a lot as well as deep shades of red

Kronos: What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever eaten? what does this……….Mean (i guess you could say anything i eat with lactose bc i’m hella lactose intolerant but i Keep Doing It)

Nemesis: What’s a time you helped deliver justice? calling CPS on someone in my own life

Nike: What’s your most recent accomplishment? tbh? a B+ in bio lab

Nyx: What’s your favorite nighttime activity? ;)

Pan: What do you do for fun? ;;)) (video games, reading, reading /fanfic/, tumblr, movies, wikipedia articles, news articles)

Persephone: What’s your favorite season of the year? fall i think. my aesthetic is dependent on chilly weather

Poseidon: What’s your favorite sea creature? killer whales are one of my Special Interests and i will ramble about them for hours if left undeterred

Rhea: What’s your favorite type of nature? anything near a body of water (ideally freshwater)

Selene: What’s your favorite phase of the moon?full, esp when it’s a harvest moon

Tartarus: What’s your personal hell? tbh i went through it a few days ago and i survived so fight me binch i’ve been to hell and back (and back to hell…and back)

Thanatos: Is there anyone you just really, really hate? yeah

Uranus: What are your zodiac signs? leo according to the old, cancer according to the new (which is more accurate)

Zeus: What do you think about thunderstorms? love em

thanks for asking!

#cw alcohol #a #alcohol mention

[hedgiwithapen]

Perennial

“Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?” ~Mary Oliver, The Summer Day

Barry is asleep beside her, breath and heartbeat slow. She can’t wake him, not when this is the first night in weeks that he’s not trembling and twitching in his sleep, fighting demons in dreams and screaming when he fails. So she listens to his heartbeat, staring up at a blank, white ceiling, no glow in the dark stars or patches of discoloration where the roof leaked. This is home. She should feel safest of anywhere here, even if this home is a new one. But she doesn’t, and she can’t, not knowing what has been haunting Barry’s night terrors. It’s not his mother and the man in yellow, or his father and the blue lightning. It’s her. This time he’s not seeing the past, things too solid to change, but the future. But how can they know for certain that anything they do will change that vision enough? What if this is like that myth she had to read for freshman English her first semester in college--or was it for Humanities? The Road to Samara, or something. The man who sees Death and tries to leave the city, and it turns out Death was waiting on the road all along. What if this is the road she’s walking?

She’s not some sheltered child, some delicate flower in a greenhouse, no matter how her father has acted. Her mother died twice, once in essence, once for real. She stood in a blue dress by Barry’s side, 11 years old, the winter morning they buried Nora. She did not get to bury Eddie. In the last three years, she’s seen too much death, faced it too many times to not be aware of Life’s one promise: it doesn’t last forever.

There’s no avoiding it: everyone dies. But it’s one thing to know that everyone dies, that she will die someday, and a different thing to know that it’s coming, and coming soon. Four months. They have--she has--four months, unless something changes. And for all Barry’s desperate promises, she knows that when those four months are up, they might be up. Even thinking it makes her chest go tight, her hands numb. Barry couldn’t save his mother, or his father, for all he tried. As much as she wants that hope, she has to admit it here, quietly, to herself and no one else--what’s the point of demoralizing the team--all these plans, all the changes they make, may not change what Barry saw. Maybe they’ll lead to it, or maybe it’ll just happen. She doesn’t want to think of it, but she does anyway.

Four months. Iris can see the calendar hanging on the wall, with different photographs of wild birds for each month. January’s chickadees hang there, captured and still, and below them she knows is February, a robin, and March’s wrens, and April’s something, and May’s little goldfinch. June was hummingbirds, she remembers, the same image from the cover of the calendar, the reason she’d bought it. Golden and tawny and rust colored, Allen’s hummingbirds, and Barry had laughed and still bought the calendar with garden shots, to tack to the wall in the lab, all pansies and daffodils and irises. Four months.

She remembers what Francine, no, what her mother had said, sad and sorry, about how she had months. This wasn’t the same thing, but it was, wasn’t it? Her mother had lain in a hospital bed, dying and knowing it was coming, that she had a fistful of weeks and that would be it. Any regrets and unfinished work would just be left there for whoever was left to scoop together, a jigsaw puzzle with so many missing pieces all there was to do was put it back in the box and look at the cover from time to time. That’s the way it is for everyone, every death.     

She’s scared. The others must know it, but still she has to keep that locked down, locked away, because admitting it is like admitting they might not change anything, like admitting that they might lose. But she’s scared, and it’s not the kind of fear the clung to her like a second skin when they found Zoom’s ransom note for Wally or the fear that took hold of her lungs that December night when her father called to say Barry’d been rushed to the hospital, struck by lightning.  It’s closer to  running through STAR Labs when Eddie had left her side and they’d all heard a gunshot. There’s a certainty there that lodges in her throat like a piece of rock, carved and sharp and heavy, like the two rings on the long chain over her heart. She’d taken them both off, angry at Eddie for leaving and her mother for coming back. Now, she wears it again, digging it out of a long packed away box, hiding it like shame.

She wonders what it was like, her mother in that white-washed room with so many wires, Eddie down in that dark space, holding the gun she’d used to save him from Tockman. Did they know, either, what it would be like? Were they scared? As whatever it was took hold, did they have time for anything, last thoughts, regrets? Will they be waiting for her? Cupping those two rings and the chain, she wonders, if it happens, will she be as brave as they were? She wants to think she could be, if they were waiting, if the others are waiting, Grandma Esther and the rest.

Of course it’s not certain. It can’t be. Barry would never let that future happen, but Barry’s not a God. Barry can’t stop everything. Sooner or later, everyone dies.

She thinks of all the empty notebooks, lined up on the shelf, pens full of ink, all the things that, if it comes to May 23rd, she’ll never write. All the things she’ll never uncover, all the stories that’ll go unwritten, unheard. She thinks of the spice rack Cisco had given her and Barry, each jar organized for preference, and the book of Grandma Esther’s recipes she still hasn’t mastered. Sixteen weeks isn’t enough time to use all the paprika and saffron and chili-lime blend and tarragon and anise; it’s not enough time to learn the book by heart, the way Grandma had merely needed to take it down and glance at the page remembering how long to boil and broil and bake. It’s not enough time to lie here, beside Barry, to laugh, to watch all the movies Cisco’s told her about, and see all the backroads Wally’s raced down, to try to convince Caitlin to work her way through a bottle of something and a karaoke set-list. There’s so much more she wants to do, wants to be.

Sixteen weeks. Four turns of the calendar pages. Suddenly she wants to get to her feet and rip out the pages between the chickadees and the hummingbirds. She stays where she is, closing her eyes, listening to Barry’s breathing. They might change it, everyone together. They’ve done so many impossible things over the last three years. And if they don’t, if they can’t, then four months will have to be enough, after all.

#Iris west #Introspective #all aboard the pain train

[littlest-plum]

Memory Bouquet

Dear Grandad, I've finally passed off my bouquet tattoo to my friend to be drawn and I'm hoping I've not forgotten any flowers. So I've decided to jot down all of the ones I've asked for and why so I can double check. Sunflower - I remember one day driving through the marsh with mum and we came across a giant sunflower field and I said that I remembered you had sunflowers against your garage. To this day, I don't know if you did but mum laughed and told me how much you hated sunflowers, but with very few memories of you I clung to this small piece of information, them always reminding me of you but also me knowing you disliked them. Until I got my new flat and we decided to hold a psychic circle at R's and she just said sunflowers and looked at me. Now I have sunflowers everywhere and it's ours, i'm your little ray of sunshine again 🌻 Bluebells - when we were little and go to my Gran's on a Friday we would ride our bikes down the backs to the war memorial through a sea of bluebells. There was something about seeing my gran, with her brilliant white hair walking through those bluebells when I looked back over my shoulder that I'll never forget for as long as I live. It looked like she belonged there, she radiated bluebells and when it is her time to pass, I know I can always go back and find her there. Snowdrops - Again, this is not something I remember but we apparently loved Snowdrops. I always have, I love the way that dew clings to their petals, they're always so delicate and they're the only flower that blooms on my birthday but I didn't know that this was something we loved together, until the winter after you'd died. I remember Mum taking me outside and showing me that one had grown in our back garden and she cried and cried and told me it was for me. That summer, I did handstands in the corner of the front garden, and the following winter there they were too. It felt like magic. Lavender - Whenever I was ill I always had a hanky with lavender on to help me sleep. It was this comfort that I would seek at Uni with the Lavender bush that was outside my flat, every time I walked in or out I would run my hands through and carry the smell with me. After a year of solitude, living with 8 people was so overwhelming that I would sit outside, with my head against the cold bar and a face full of lavender. Poppy - I've already mentioned going down to the War Memorial with my Gran and I remember standing there and asking so many questions. What started out as 'thank you flowers' that I would add bluebells to, became a totem that has lasted our country over a century. I have so much love and respect for all that the poppy symbolises and the deep sense of gratitude such a small gesture can bring that it has to make an appearance. It'll forever bring me closer to the War we fought and ones we all fight, collectively and individually and remains a thank you flower, a triumphant blessing. It also keeps me close to 'our kid' while he serves. Daisy - Daisy's will forever remind me of my childhood, sat on the playground, giving them to friends. Daisies remind me of that day after Alison's motorbike accident where we took her outside in her wheelchair. She really wasn't okay but she needed some sunshine. We sat in the courtyard of the hospital and I made her a daisy chain, it was the first and last one I ever made. This was the start of her journey to rebuilding her life and she will always be my hero for how she pulled through that. She was the first woman who inspired me to believe in inner strength, and the first person who showed me the power in not giving up. Daffodils - Daffodils always remind me of home. They are everywhere at home, on the walk to school, all around town, on all of the roundabouts. On car journey's as a child, I always had that wonderful wave of home whenever I saw one. They also, will always remind me of Uni, the struggle of Uni and the relief of it being over with Daffodils being a prominent feature of my dissertation. Snapdragon - Mum grew Snapdragon's in the plant pot out the front. When we were little, me and my brother would sit cross legged and make them talk, we'd give them voices, and make them sing. I remember if I ever ran away, or got locked out I would tell them all my secrets too. Pink Rosebud - My Gran grows roses by her front door and they would always snag my clothes. I had so many jumpers that my Gran would then fix for me after a little loop formed. Rosebud's always make me think of growth as well. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet they say; it always makes me think that despite all of what I'm called or how people distort their memories of me with their own vile words, I will still be me underneath. Baby's Breath - I just love Baby's breath. This is pre-emptive of my future wedding flowers I think! Jasmine - my favourite floral smell. Lilac - The house where I was born was called Lilac Cottage with a massive Lilac tree in the front garden. It's a smell I can never place but never forget and it was the place they bought to have me and while, from the second of my birth, it all went wrong, Lilac reminds me of that initial intention. Iris - My lavender hankies were originally owned by my Great Grandma Iris. The men on my Dad's side of the family are so shut off and emotionless and my Mum always told me that Iris always knew how to handle their moods and do so in such a warm way. Although I never met her, she gives me a lot of strength with them. In another psychic circle my girl told me that I never felt close to that side of my family and yet she was there, so proud that I was a part of her family. Marigold & Crocus - Flowers that I would plant with my Grandma. Hyacinth - The flower in our front garden that always meant that we couldn't open the car door all the way or else they'd topple over. Such beautiful purples. Red Admiral - I had to get a butterfly for you Grandad, they're everywhere and always have been. I would sit on Grandma's worktop and use Grandad's binoculars to find them for us, and they would both always point out Red Admiral's to me. I've only just realised that all this time I was looking for Peacock butterflies, thinking that's what they looked like but Red Admirals were always there, unspotted and I think that matters more. After you died Grandad, Nanna put flags down over your garden and said that she never wanted to see another flower again after all that she was given for you but she is missing from my bouquet. If you could give me a sign for her's I'd love to add her. Love always, Your little plum xoxo

[warrendifranco]

Work Detail: SHOT ON IPHONE 11, with anamorphic lens attachement. Worked with the challenge of getting great shots with the iPhone 11 and a DJI Osmo gimbal.

Dedicated to you… Gemini ♊️-

This one is a special one… In loving memory of my main Gemini, my big brother Pelon. In life you held down so many sides, I never saw them all & still look forward to discovering them. I love you. I miss you. Happy Birthday Big Bro. In your honor, I breathe.

Gemini, Having multiple sides is not what they all think. You are a magical shapeshifter, a bringer of joy and laughter. As the Messenger of the zodiac, you bring us enlightenment that takes tact, comedy & playfulness.

Thank you for giving us the words, the thoughts and teaching us your tricks. You are an alchemist amongst magicians. I am forever grateful for your mercurial ways, mischievous giggles & real life lessons. No one does it like you. You got my respect, my love & my admiration.

So I dedicate this to you.

This season has been wild. It’s all in Gods Plan.  Stay up my cosmic loves 👁💎❤️🧿 May you always be protected.

Song : Two Lovers Original by : Mary Wells & Smokey Robinson Cover by : Blanca Espinoza Background vox: Derricka Smith Produced & engineered by : Nick Rattray

Video:

Directed by: Iris Almaraz Director of photography: Warren Difranco 1st Ac: Ron Blake 

Makeup by Vanessa Tellez Lozano

Gemini Guy - Marquez Acuña Grandma- Blanca Espinoza Kids: Julius Razo, Amélie Correa, Charlie Maddox Lara Bartender- Angel Lizarraga Flower guy - “Mr. Almaraz” Special thanks to:

Holiday Bar David Kiralla Rodolfo De la Torre & Derricka Smith

#gemini #warren difranco #geminiseason #oldies #oldiesbutgoodies #lowrider #smokey robinson #1950s #pinup #eastla #music video #anamorphic #camera work #shot on iphone #iphone film #iphone

[dylan-swhorehouse-blog]

I Think I Made A Mistake Bambi

"There is a plan," Bambi says, ashing her Marlboro Black Red 100 in the ceramic green Ash tray. She brushes her blonde hair out of her face, she needs a haircut I think. I should give her money for a haircut before she leaves. "There is a fucking plan, D. We stick to the plan. It's like a contract. You wait until I get into Lanier Technical College, at least, please. Please," she says. She is angry now. Her eyes are red, her pupils of her big brown Bambi eyes, the doe eyes I fell in love with are sad. Twelve minutes ago, before I broke the news to her, she was laughing. At 1am Bambi kisses me when she got in the car, the street light making them turn into amber sunsets that reflected me smirking at her. Now, she is betrayed. "You said," she continues, and her voice is breaking, "we wouldn't separate. We're all separated." "I can't not go," I tell her, I grab her hand, but she pulls it away. She takes the ring I gave her off her promise ring finger and she fingers it, tracing it's bent shape from where I ran over it with the Trans Am. The diamonds and pearls are still there, perfect and well taken care of, the way she has started treating herself. I could leave, or I could stay, I can always come back when she needs me. She is the Bambi to my (less than adequate and seriously lacking to be her husband one day)Buck. She is Abigail-Grace and she is perfect and I am in love with her. I reach for her hand again, she's too busy somewhere locked away in her brain, filing away this rather large betrayal. "I have to set things up for us," I say. She still isn't pulling away. The French tips of her acrylic nails stood out in our blanket fort, the only light from the fairy lights she bought me. "I'll visit, I'll call, I'll text. You never won't hear from me." "When are you leaving?" Bambi asks. Her doe eyes are larger now, cappuccino colored saucers in the iris of our personal Garden of Eden. "Sunday," I say, softly, to soften the blow. "Sunday?" she asks. She is louder now, her mouth open, craning her neck to look up at me. I nod my head. I am naked under the plush weed blanket she bought me for my birthday last year, the body pillow that's stitching says 'as you wish' is beneath my head. I am Bambi's pillow, she was just laughing and fingering my chest hair. "This Sunday," I tell her. She takes her hand away and pushes up onto her hands. In a second, the promise ring she wore for 7 years is gone from her promise ring finger, and on my pectoral muscle. It twitches when her small hand shys away from the skin. She is criss cross apple sauce, she calls it Indian style, and her long hair is on her shoulders. Her black roots are showing, the blonde curls frizzy and unkempt from our activities 12 minutes before. She takes the Firefly hair clip out of her bangs and throws it. Then she throws her phone. She walks out of the blanket fort, through the doors she made when she was 13. "Take me home"she says, from outside of our super secret castle. I grab the ceramic green Ash tray, and her cigarettes, the promise ring that goes on her finger. When I drop her off at Thumper's new place, the line on her promise ring finger from the ring I gave her is there, a pale strip of skin glowing where something is missing now. She doesn't smoke any cigarettes. She climbs out of the car. I give her 50$, the ceramic ash tray, and a sack of Steamed Broccoli. She doesn't take the 5,000$ ring. "Pawn it," I tell Bambi. "I would never do that to you," she says. "You keep it. We'ed Deliver is patented in all states." I laugh, and catch myself. I frown at her. She frown at me. "See you later, D-man." "See you later, Bambi." "You'll call?" "I'll write letters, I'll text, I'll call. There's payphones, money orders, and UPS. I'll still take care of you. You will always be My Doe." I know as soon as I said it, it won't be enough for her. When I get back to Georgia, she will have boyfriends, a plethora of ripe pickings, like she always does. "Alright. Good looking out," she says. As she walks away, up the wooden path to the stairs, I want to call out, to ask her again to take the ring and more money, I have more money at the house, bigger sacks and bigger plants and bigger bands. I want to ask her to stay, to move in, to move with me and leave her whole tiny bubble she lives in. I don't. She waves when she gets to the first step. "I love you," she says. She looks back, and I love her for that, it was so Bambi, so human, such innocence. There are 17 years of friendship and screwing around and twin terrorism and partner in crimes, that I almost get out of the Benz and run to her, talk to her, poetically get to her and keep her as my passenger rider forever. "I'll see you," I say. As I ride back home I see our blanket fort that she constructed. I recall her saying I have a permit for this, I am a certified blanket fort construction worker. I smile to myself, remembering the I call her. She doesn't answer. She tells me she was asleep the next night. Then I purse my lips, tightening them into one thing regret. I tell the fairie lights, and the pillows and signs and all her shit, her DNA left behind inside her blanket fort, "I think I made a mistake." Three months later I call. She doesn't pick up. She texts. She finally answers the phone. Someone tries to kill her the other day, I wasn't there. "I'll come down," I tell her. "I'll take care of it." She tells me not to bother, not to waste the gas. Her southern drawl is gone, she lives in Snellville still, away from our friends and small gang of heathens. "Kyle and Shawn will handle it, or the others," I tell her. "One call, Bambi." "One call, that's all," Bambi says instead. "I have to go, my grandma wants me to clean up a little. Good looking out. I'll text you later." "Okay, As You Wish, Bambi," I sigh. "I'll see you later." "Okay," she said, ruffling the phone around. "See you then." She clicks off. In the silence, years ago there would be a dial tone. I tell the speaker in my phone where she once was, so close to me but more than miles away locked up in her own head calculating how to handle this. I tell it, "I'll take care of you. I'm coming home. Please move in with me. The blanket fort is still there, a dust pile where we used to lay, your clothes from that night I ruined everything at the west end of the wall, I'm coming home. I'm coming home. I think i made a mistake. Please don't love anyone else. Please stay alive." But all that answer me is the silence. The memories are the worst part of mistakes, they come to call on you, and they don't give you any warnings. They visit when they want to and never when you are ready. A thousand images flash through my mind as I write this. A thousand facial expressions and words and memories. They either leave you smiling or howling when they are done calling. This is not the end, I tell everyone reading this. I am coming back. I am coming home. And I will fuck you l up as bad as Hurricanes and Noah's Ark. Do not touch my Doe, My Bambi. I am coming home. ------Dylan Ross Wright "I THINK I MADE A MISTAKE, BAMBI"

[kitemist]

switched at birth season 5 episode 10 / series finale thoughts with spoilers

live reactions included.

Overall, I’m almost sobbing like the rest. Goodbye to this show I both hate and learned to love. <3

To be honest, even though I have been shitting on this show since I live reacted every episode of season 5, and some ever since I first saw it on netflix, it was in fact the first show that I bothered to binge a lot on, besides some 1 season anime, I am actually partially unprepared for this. Like, some parts have been nice actually. You got deaf representation(I am aware that it’s not the best, but it’s better than Hush), going into difficult subjects like rape, alcoholism, addiction, death, and trauma, and aside from all the romance, some drama that does in fact make sense and engages the audience into it.The writers may have no idea how deaf people actually work in real life, but the characters feel real aside from that. The camera people may have no consideration for some of the signing scenes, but they have great composition and lighting use other times. The music? Even though that’s not for the deaf audience, it is very engaging and the songs are always great choices. It’s a well made show, with lots of leaks, but it was well constructed.

My own personal experience with the deaf community, with those two sign language classes, seeing a deaf rapper(probably Sean Forbes) in person, going to a deaf convention and everyone still liked my hat and I bought a print from a deaf artist, was amazing. ASL class was instantly my favorite and I made new friends, and picked up new skills. I need to pick up again for sure, I still have the textbooks. It was very unique, and something you can never get from the hearing community. Some things you just DON’T REALIZE are extremely audio centric until you mute everything.

I’ve already been partially flooded with some spoilers thanks to the official twitter. Even though this is the finale, just like any other episode, it needs to chill. It retweets literally everything in their hashtag.

A shot of Daniel Durant? I hope you ALL are coming here. Well, not 100% everyone, but Vanessa Marano did say that a lot of other actors who weren’t working did come that shooting day, and even her sister (who sang an alternate theme song for Miraculous) came along too.

5 years ago? You’re IMMEDIATELY cutting so some things from season 1? That sure can get the flow going. 

Wow, Mom and Regina were sure bitches to each other. Regina being overly modest.

And back to the present without any other transition card.

Yeah, Mom confirms that they were bitches to each other.

This finale was directed by Lea Thompson, who is Mom. She also directed the episode where Alie came along. She is a good director, I’ll give her that. Somewhat.

So is Regina going back to Eric? Fuck.

Of course it would be the Alie pictures, because Emmett couldn’t control composition when it was himself being in front of the camera.

And Dad ruins all the fun. Such as that electric bill.

So Travis is going out again.

Yeah, that disaster which YOU thought of, and FORCE KISSED her, Travis.

Seeing this next shot of Daphne and Iris irritates me, because Daphne claims that Chris took the biggest fall for this cause, giving up the game and getting arrested. But Iris almost died and that was enough to get some big shots to move their asses. Iris gets that award. Not Cocky Chris.

Mingo continues to jump onto race to race. I still think he’s a racist. And an ass. He deserves NOTHING. Maybe you SHOULDN’T have a girlfriend. You shouldn’t have ANYTHING!

Good job coming up front about it.

And now the only conversation you two can have now is about your relationships away from each other.

It’s been what, months or something, and you still are calling her RED. God DAMMIT.

Yeah, how crazy would that be that an ATHLETIC TRAINER and a DOCTOR are going to be together, specifically you two?!

Toby has absolutely nothing aside from music. So Dad is bashing Bay for not having a backup plan for not getting into college that one time, and for not paying her bills, but lets Toby off the hook when he flies off to fuckin ICELAND and getting married, even though the first one tore him apart and the second one, although making less sense than the last one, is having difficulties since they are in the situation of taking care of a child which they have no idea how to do, and learning is hard. And not only that, Toby completely ditched college!!!

“Don’t you worry Eeyore. We’ll find your tail.” <3

Okay, Luca wants to hop onto the ride. From twitter, I know Regina just feels so inclined to tell him because she loves both of them, doesn’t she?!

“Let’s do it.” After thinking about your intense makeout session!?

“Tattooing has a long history of saying ‘screw you’ to society.” This show has never said anything truer and it’s about TATTOOS. You’d expect it to be about, i don’t know, DEAF PEOPLE?

If Bay tattoos a celebrity, then she’ll explode much like badass tattoo lady. Is that the case?

Daphne has a CART but looks to his lips the majority of this scene.

6 week paid internship. The only possibilities are Mingo and Daphne because this show.

THIS IS LITERALLY YOUR FIRST CONVERSATION, MELODY AND REGINA, THIS ENTIRE SEASON!!!

Melody is right. Which Regina isn’t doing because she’s just as if not more impulsive than her daughters.

And first time we’ve seen Melody’s boyfriend. in...forever. And he does not interpret for Regina. Or, doesn’t know to.

Yeah, thanks to neuroplasticity, you excel at all 3. Magically. Along with your magical lipreading.

You don’t like making art with other people, only OF other people. To be fair, that is in fact what photography is. Making art out of other people and other things.

Both of you are lone wolves. Emmett is...well, self-centered but not arrogant or egocentric. Bay is impulsive and can be violent. So you both have to be. But you both are magically compatible because reasons.

Yeah, you need a change. Actually, a lot of these characters can use a change. You’ve been sitting in the same city for 5 years, after all.

You’re gonna mirror this line from 4 seasons ago, from the promo. Also, 5 years ago, you were just as good at acting, Marano.

A second test...?

JOHN KNEW TOO?! THEN WHY--WHAT--WHAT THE FUCK

WHY

Yeah, you read lips TOO WELL.

Well fuck you too

Okay you have masks and it’s pretty audio centric. But you didn’t consider anything else to her face. Is mingo only going to get the job only because he can hear? He SUCKS at school, focusing, pushes his own body too much to care about anyone else’s, and he’s a horrible person!!

First conversation between Daphne and Emmett ever since..season 3? No idea. But it felt longer than just last season.

There’s the neck tattoo. And from this, I guess her disease is magically cured.

Also, how is Emmett taking pictures? You’ll have to crank your ISO so high all your photos would be a sandbox!

Is Dad purposely trying to avoid this conversation? That just confirms it.

Dad is so awkward right now trying to get around this.

And now Travis and Melody. Well, I guess her birthday doesn’t count because it turned out violent.

NATALIE!!! I MISSED YOU

Daniel Durant got kicked out because he was gay, huh?

Yeap.

Awww, season 1 moments. Gold old wilke who cared about making out more than anything else.

UM..THANKS NOELLE?

THANK YOU INDEED

You mean you WERE  in love with someone else. Luca was your boy toy until he unexpectedly came back!

Luca is bashing her for being unloyal to him, while he was lying so many damn times because reasons. Shut the fuck up Luca, no one deserves you anyway.

Hi Mom? ;v;

Yelling in her face because this is what all hearing people do when they have no idea how to deal with deaf people.

Thanks mom ;w;

This is how to be patient with someone with down syndrome huh...hmm.

Kara sort of did this to me, but not in a condescending sort of way. It was a way to quiet me down at Phoenix. Thank you, Kara.

Well, you and Mom did NOT try hard at all. Because Art thief’s big shot dad was too much for you to handle after ONE conversation.

After landing in something she finally wants to do, Travis wants to drag her along because..reasons. and it was Travis's own choice to go to china, not hers.

Well, that’s a stereotype breaker. Down syndrome people can have down syndrome caretakers. Toby’s really nice about that.

First conversation between Daphne and her mom since the racist outfit.

And John couldn’t stand it. Great. He can’t stand ANYTHING!

Yeah, women are tough. Just not you, Regina, partially. Kathryn took no shit at all, while you didn’t let anything good happen to you because you victimized yourself.

Every relationship is different, even in this show. But all of them, in this show, are crap.

What else are you expecting, Mom? You’re quite the digger.

;n; thanks dad.

Bay. What are you doing with this mirrored line.

Come with them, Daniel. It’s a much safer place.

Aw, Toby and Lily. Dorks.

Bay has grown up so much here and I am proud. ;v;

YEAH. THAT FUCKING ACT.

YEAH, FUCK THAT GUY

Will!!! ;v;

wait WHAT

okay...this was the path that grandma wanted angelo to take.

this should have happened SO LONG AGO

yup. hey, daniel. :3

WHAT? PASSING ON GALLAUDET? FOR HIM? ;W;

</3 ;n;

LUCKY YOU BECAUSE THIS IS HOW THAT SHOW WORKS.

Well, You ARE a jerk, no matter what you seem, mingo.

You two are the dumbest.

no you do not.

well. not like daphne had anyone else.

hey, what a spot to meet up at. seems so familiar.

“he was my first love.” i didn’t like this ship, but ;v;

aww, a montage.

OH FUCK THIS, REALLY

Well. Looks like you can be the first good ex’s. In the history of switched at birth. What a nice ending scene for them. See you around.

So many scrapbook pictures...

Hey dad, what do you want.

well, thanks dad.

Regina’s leaving, yup.

Is bay the most shaken up? ;w;

</3 DON’T DO THIS TO ME.

If we never met..well..i would both love it and not like it.

THANKS, PERSISTENT VANESSA MARANO, FOR ALWAYS FINDING YOUR BIRTH PARENTS.

DAD </3

I THINK THE ACTORS ARE ALL CRYING IN REAL LIFE FOR THIS? </3

SHUT UP BAY ;v;

JUST EAT ALREADY--

OKAY, THE COMET.

Let’s all go out now.

Heh. the iconic shot.

We’re all here now.

What a beautiful shot.

</3

Holy SHIT. I didn’t get all the answers I wanted, but this was enough loose ends tied up for me. What a beautiful ending. I couldn’t have asked for a better one even with these loose ends. All our characters are happy, and we can leave off with a good note. Thanks, Switched at Birth. I will and won’t miss you.

I’ll give you 9.4/10.

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