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bojack: and it ends with a three? talk about an anticlimax! what kind of phone number ends with a three?
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#had this in mind for a while but didnt want to post bc internet safety#but then i figured. that still leaves like a couple hundred million phone numbers so i should be fine#is it too late to be posting john mulaney memes? i dont care#bojack horseman#kid gorgeous#phoebe talks#mine#john mulaney#a horse walks into a rehab#the queue from halfway down
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Michael and his cow friends.
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Ok the first time I watched bojack horseman season 6, it sent me in a pretty bad depression spiral. But I just watched it again for the first time in almost 4 years, and it actually fills me with peace. I think I thought the show was saying no one can change, really; bojack will always be just some shitty selfish horse. He can try to do better, but he can't change the lives he's ruined, or outrun the consequences, and he'll always slip up. That made me so sad.
But now i see it more like... yeah hollyhock cut off contact, bojack goes to prison, Diane implies they'll never speak again, Princess Carolyn implies she won't work with Bojack again in the future etc. But at the same time all of these characters still express love to bojack and thankfulness that he was in their life. Even Todd is really kind to bojack in the final episode, despite having every reason to ignore him forever. They draw boundaries as they should. But there's still compassion.
Even though bojack has arguably lost absolutely everything, he's still able to find a little joy in prison putting on a play. And those people will still probably say hi to him from time to time... and after he gets out of prison, who knows, maybe he'll make more progress and find new people, start better relationships. He was already on the up and up... he relapsed, but honestly that happens. Before his relapse he'd been sober for like a year which is pretty amazing.
bojack is messy and his progress is slow. He's deeply flawed and no one is obligated to stay in his life, no one has to respect him after all the shitty things he's done. But what brings him true peace is being honest with himself about that... no memoir or dream role or Oscar win or long-lost sister or university can replace the peace of just being real. Taking accountability. I think by the end bojack is at least starting to realize that and commit it to memory.
I also think it's tempting to feel like post-rehab bojack is all better, he's a new bojack, it's unfair that the reporters and interviewers come after him to ruin his life after he'd just fixed it. He's not the same as Vance Waggoner!! But that's the thing.. even though it's hard, even though it feels unfair, bojack still has the choice to do better. He didn't have to do the 2nd interview. He didn't have to teach at hollyhock's school without asking her if that would be weird. He didn't have to do Horny Unicorn, he didn't have to go back into that party after reading hollyhock's letter. He didn't have to go on one last bender, break into his old house, call Diane and nearly kill himself. It's understandable that he did. It's painful and horrible. But every single time, he could have chosen to walk away, ask for help--maybe not from Diane or PC or Todd, but surely Mr Peanutbutter or he could have just checked into the ER for monitoring. And that would feel sad and humiliating and lonely but he would survive and come out knowing he didnt ruin things this time, even if he felt alone. Its ok to be alone. But he didnt do that... so even though i understand why "new bojack" fucks up again.... it WAS all still his own choice.
I could talk abt this show forever lol God
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Chloe Or Sam - A Dieter Bravo Drabble
Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI)
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Female Reader
Word Count: 500
Summary: Friendship get complicated whenever somebody confesses their feelings.
Warnings: Angst, smut memories, feelings, lost friendship. I'm sorry your heart was broken Dieter.
A/N: Hi, it's me again posting yet another Taylor song themed drabble. I listened to "Chloe Or Sam Or Sophia Or Marcus" and had to write this out.
Masterlist
He’s there, always there. At your table, a chip taken out of the vase from the time he accidentally knocked his hand into it while animatedly telling a story. In your car, his forgotten sunglasses still sitting in the middle console, one of the many pairs he always loses. On your couch, the brown blanket you have draped over the back reminding you of his big fuzzy coat you helped him pick out. In your bed, the memory of the time you took your friendship a step forward, his eyes watching as you unbuttoned your shirt, his smile as you climbed on top of him.
The walls of your apartment whisper his name, they hold the sound of him telling you he loved you, tearing your world apart, his confession, his idealization of you. You’d never be able to change into his idea of what he wanted, what he needed, you’d never be able to save him the way he always wondered if you could.
A sigh, his brown eyes downcast at your rejection. His earring glinting in the light as he solemnly nods, that same earring you helped him pierce in your bathroom while splitting a bottle of wine. Your apology, his smile as he tells you he understands, he’s such a good actor.
He walks away, how many times will he tear your world apart?
You watch from afar. You dress up as someone else, changing into what someone else needs, still feeling like a fool while you play the part of someone else’s goddess, looks like you’re also a good actor.
You watch his movies, you watch his interviews, you ignore his calls, you never text back. His handsome face shines on the screen. Your heart breaks over and over as you match each smile with a memory of him. A chill as he tells the pretty starlet he loves her as he saves the day, you pull the blanket that reminds you of him closer feeling like a villain as you wonder if your boyfriend can sense your guilt. You wish you could be his hero, you wish you could change into the cape and save him, but you know he doesn’t need you like he needs drugs. You could never watch that.
Tabloid fodder, paparazzi pictures, rehab rumors gallop around your head like wild horses. He tries on partners as you settle down, you think of his hands all over them. You watch it happen.
You sell off that apartment, moving into a new home, somewhere that he no longer haunts like a phantom hologram. The cadence of his footsteps no longer following you down the hall into your bedroom, the breeze from the window no longer floating across your skin as he undresses you, the walls of your bedroom no longer painted dark green acting as the backdrop while his naked body crashes into yours.
You try to outrun the desertion, you try to tell yourself you were too impaired by your youth, you were a wreck, he still is one.
It could never be enough.
Bravo.
#pedro pascal#dieter bravo#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal drabble#dieter bravo brainrot club#dieter bravo fanfiction#ttpd#the tortured poets department
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Happy 28th! Here’s my May 2023 fic rec! So many great fics, organized by word count. Enjoy!!!
Stranger Stars by shaylea (212k)
Five years ago, Africa offered a grieving Louis Tomlinson an escape from an England he couldn't tolerate. Now it's become home as he leads overland tours across the continent with his best friend and driver Zayn Malik. What's meant to be just another ordinary six-week trip from Cape Town to Nairobi turns into anything but, when future lawyer/current photographer and songwriter Harry Styles and his friends join Louis' latest set of passengers.
Own the Scars by crinkle-eyed-boo / @crinkle-eyed-boo (144k)
“But I don’t belong here,” Louis insists.
“Why do you say that?” James asks.
“These people are all drug addicts and alcoholics,” Louis shrugs.
Something sparks in James’ eyes.
“And you’re not?”
Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.
Run Away Home by hattalove / @hattalove (106k)
Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God, this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that belies his age.
Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.
or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.
it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.
Love of My Life by likelarry / @likelarryfics (80k)
Harry is 36 and recently divorced after he's finally come to terms with his sexuality.
Louis is the 28 year old who helps him find his way and is everything Harry has ever dreamt of.
The one where Harry struggles to really accept who he is and Louis is there every step of the way.
And I’m Weeping Warm Honey and Milk (That You Stay Surrounding Me) by fangirlflailings (78k)
Louis is a first-year medical student, still a little tender as he recovers from a personal trauma. Harry works, amongst other things, as a professional cuddler, though he comes with baggage of his own. They don’t mean it to, but the intimacy that blooms between them quietly changes them both.
Your Memory Over Me by shimmeringevil / @shimmeringevil (64k)
Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harry’s presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him.
Harry shouldn’t be here. He’s brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought he’d never have to face.
It’s Harry’s apparent apathy that’s the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harry’s amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference.
He’s moved on. He doesn’t care. And that is something Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever be strong enough to face.
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OR - The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.
You Taught Me How To Love (You Taught Me How To Stop) by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (50k)
"I was always better at hand to hand than you," Harry growls, even as he leans his weight into the blade. It's small, sharp, has a handle of gold roses.
"I don't know about that." Louis moves his arm forward, makes the presence of the barrel of the gun fit snugly to Harry's hip. "I think we just play differently."
"You going to shoot me?" Harry asks, those wild eyes tracking over Louis' face. "Do it."
"I think I've put enough scars on you," Louis answers, means it about the stretch marks still lining the sides of Harry's stomach, but it lands a little too raw. There are other scars on Harry's body that Louis blames himself for, scars inside too.
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What about the reader having a panic attack/breakdown and Alastor is trying to calm them down or smth but he doesn't really know how?
(Sorry if all the requests are too much, ily and your work so much you're super talented and I'm not good enough to write out all my ideas lol)
Hmmmmm-
I'm ok with the requests. I'm happy about getting some.
Breaking
Alastor & Reader
One-shot
Warning! ⚠
⚠ mentions of panic attacks/ breakdowns, mentions of bone mashing ⚠
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
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Your day hasn't been so well.
I mean, you're in Hell.
What do you expect?
Sighing, you get out of bed and get dressed in your hotel uniform. The Princess bought your happy go lucky act and now you man the check-in desk.
Yay...
It's not the best job but at least you get a free room and meals. Not to mention that Charlie also pays for you to be in the building if you do the rehabilitation.
You're...trying.
That's good enough, right?
You step out of your hotel room and close the door, finishing up by putting on your name tag. Walking down the hallway, you notice Angel sneaking in some alcohol into his room.
"I don't have nothin', you saw nothin'!", the fluffy spider says, squinting his eyes at you.
"Oh no, I've become temporarily blind while passing your room.", you fake and hold your hands out as if you were walking in the dark.
With a grin, he finger guns you and closes his door. Stopping the act, you continue on your way to the lobby.
Looking around you find Husk passed out at the bar, holding his bottle and faced down on the counter.
"Sleepy kitty.", you mumble and go to your spot.
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Hours have passed by and during that time you've been contemplating your life. Well, your after life.
As if God heard you (or should I say Lucifer?), someone came through the hotel doors.
"Welcome to the Happy Hotel!", you say, quickly putting up a smile.
"Yeah, yeah. I need a room for around three days or four, think you can do that sweet cheeks?", they tell you.
"Three to four days? No problem! Just fill out these forms here and we can get you set up with a room and your chosen rehabilitation session!", you say, taking out a clipboard with a few papers and a pen.
The demon looks at you with a frown.
"I said a room, not no rehab shit.", they growl.
"The Happy Hotel encourages at least one rehab session for your stay. Then you can proceed to-", you try to explain, only to get lifted up by the collar of your shirt.
"I DON'T WANT THAT DUMBASS SHIT! JUST GIVE ME MY FUCKING ROOM!", they yell in your face.
You want to scream, you want to bash their face in, you want to do so much.
Instead, you collect your racing thoughts. Save them to deal with later and continue to smile. "Alright, I'll let you and management talk it out, for now it will just be the room."
As soon as you got a break, you booked it to the construction area of the hotel, knowing no one really goes near it.
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Alastor had a lovely outing!
He got a few things for himself and his little darling friend. His smile a happy one and not the usual grin that was worn everyday.
Entering the hotel lobby, he immediately looks for you. "Darling?"
Husk lifts up his head slightly and grumbles, catching the radio demon's attention.
"Husker! My good friend, do you happen to know where my most treasured demon is?", he asks walking over to the bar.
"On break.", is all the cat says and rests his head in the position it was before. "Some asshole yelled at them. Ran off after when they got the chance.", Husk says, his voice muffled.
"Good to know!", Alastor says and messes with the cat demon by pulling one of his ears before disappearing through the shadows.
Husk growls and swipes at the air.
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Since you are Alastor's most treasured friend, he knows most of your little hide aways. The last one to check is the construction area, specifically the carousel.
Stepping onto the metal floor, he makes his way to your favorite horse that has a little carriage behind it. He finds you curled up on the seat, rocking back and forth, mumbling.
"Darling are you alright?", he asks.
"MmMmm.", you shake your head, not willing to look up yet.
Most of the time around Alastor you smile! You laugh and make puns! However...he's never seen you this way.
What should I do?
"Would you..like to talk about your day?", he asks awkwardly.
You shake your head, sniffling and wiping the tears from your eyes.
"Ah, um.. How about a pat on the back?"
Nope.
"On the head?"
Nuh-uh.
"Perhaps a song?", he summons his microphone cane.
You peak up at that.
He sings in a gentle tune, the song soft and slow. It helps calm your thoughts and eases your worries, lifting the uncomfortable weight of your own mind.
The song ends and Alastor holds out his hand.
"Let's head inside now, hm? I'm sure Charlie will understand if you take the rest of the day off."
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After you were taken care of and tucked away in bed, taking a needed rest after the surge of emotions, Alastor looks for the most recent hotel guest.
"Let me go! I-I'll go apologize! That's the nice thing to do, right?", the demon says pathetically, squirming under the Radio Demon's shoe.
"I'm afraid a simple apology won't suffice.", Alastor says with a chilling flat tone. "Instead! I'll be Br€ak¡Ωg your bones until I'm satisfied. Before that, let's do one of those rehabilitation check ups!"
The demons shakes his head and starts screaming, a burning sensation as something starts to shift in his head.
"Let's see what's in that head of yours~"
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I would be so happy if Alastor sang to me.
Nice, nice.
~Seline, the person.
ML for Alastor🎙
#x reader#alastor#gn reader#hazbin alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor the radio demon#platonic#fanfic#panic attack#mental breakdown#alastor & reader#the radio demon
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I like the thought of Verosika/Barbie where they meet in rehab and they're both just... assholes. Trying to detox sucks. Barbie reminds Verosika too much of Blitzo, and Verosika is just a rich, privileged, self-obsessed dick to Barbie. At first, they prickle at each other.
Barbie chased fame and it tore her to shreds, lost her her brother and her dignity as she fell into addiction while clawing to keep on top even as she sank under. Verosika has everything she wants, is looked up to, has a Crystal from Ozzie himself.
On Verosika's side, Barbie is a bitter, washed-up too-crass imp that spits swears like they're air, always sneaking in hits from somewhere and draped over the back of the center's couch like she's a cat on a windowsill, burnt by the world and hissing if anyone gets too close.
There are flashes of the entertainer she used to be buried underneath, though- she whips out jokes easily as breathing when there's the chance. She's whip-smart and agile as anything when soberish, seen on ledges more than the floor. When she gets attention, she positively glows.
Barbie wants the high of fame back, the chance to be something, be someone, and Verosika walks around with an air of being someone better than anyone else, and Barbie believes it. She blew her shot, and she blames the world the way her brother blames himself.
One day, she realizes nobody visits Verosika either. She only leaves when she's hired for a gig, which is still better than what Barbie gets, but she doesn't talk about missing anyone like some of the others do. (Many don't, it can be a weakness to tear at, but there are tells.)
(She was hired 'to lead their team' for Spring Broken, remember- those aren't her friends, her group. She might have known them, but they're not 'hers'. She's seemingly usually a solo act.)
Then, Barbie notices the tattoo. They'd never been in quite the right angle or this close before, and she knows exactly what that means. She doesn't know how to feel, but goes up to Verosika and says 'So, my dipshit brother broke your heart, huh?'
Verosika starts, staring down at her until Barbie hops up on the table and takes a swig of water like she wishes it was something harder. "Blitzo. He's my brother. He fucked off years ago. I'd apologize but I don't know what he did or if you deserved it."
There's a lot in those words, and Verosika's lips tighten. "He fucked off with my wallet and car, drained the cards on horse-riding lessons." Barbie wheezes with laughter at that, and it sounds so much like Blitzo that Verosika can't tell if she wants to smack her or kiss her.
"You know, all this time I've been picturing what I'd do once I got out of here, and taking you down a peg for being such a stuck-up bitch was on that list, but it sounds like he already did it for me." She has a lopsided grin, so very punchable.
Then it softens a little, and the growl in Verosika's throat dies. "Musta really fucked you up, huh? Everybody knows I haven't got jack or shit left at this point, but you had to like him enough to get his stupid name plastered right on your arm before he ripped you off."
Verosika considers for a moment, before giving a slight nod. "Yeah. He was an asshole. I thought we had something, but..." "He runs when things get hard. Fucking pussy." Barbie examines her claws, born with black polish. "Guess if he already fucked you up I don't have to."
"Oh, you're a doll," Verosika said sarcastically. "Because I have so much to fear from a washup nobody ever gave more than a half-hour's worth of a shit about." Barbie's fingers curl into a fist. She glares, and what Verosika sees in her eyes isn't as satisfying as she expected.
After that, it comes in bits and pieces. Slowly, Barbie sees that Verosika is still shuffled around like a talented pet and shoved back in order to keep her just sober enough to be useful. Slowly, Verosika sees Barbie as someone else who was hurt but never gets a second chance.
(The first time they kiss, it tastes of booze smuggled in through Verosika's chest and Barbie's boot, a little sweaty but a solace from the world that saw them both as tools, one still useful and one tossed away to rust.)
#helluva boss#verosika mayday#barbie wire#verbie#this was a twitter thread that turned out like 750 words oops#shadow writes stuff
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Boston could walk up to his friends literally tomorrow and say "I've turned over a new leaf. I'm going sober and I'm going to stop sleeping around and I'm going to become a model student" and then follow through on all of that and Mew and Cheum will still find ways to paint Boston as the bad guy. Either they would throw his past in his face or they would rag on him for playing with people's feelings. Also they wouldn't be so concerned about Boston's sudden change in behavior the way they were with Mew because it would have been deemed acceptable. Granted, Mew's self-destructive behavior was bad, but anyone doing such a 180 would be a problem but they would celebrate if Boston did it. They would pat themselves on the back for teaching Boston to change and how to be a "good" person. Then they would fall apart. Especially if Ray goes to rehab. Because without their scapegoats, how do they stay on their high horses?
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(You might have to pause this one to read everything. Also FB is taking the sound off so, sorry about that too!)
WHAT IF a gaited horse CAN’T trot?? 🤔
All gaited horses have the genetic ability to walk, trot, & canter. When horses “lose” one of their gaits, it’s not a preference, or naughtiness- it’s a form of body-lameness we need to diagnose & treat with postural rehab.
Sylgja’s an example. The issues that made her ugly also impacted how she moved. She was landing toe-first & -DAP, which caused NPA hooves. Untreated she might have developed heel pain & navicular changes from moving like this. Her back had the appearance of a slight roach in the earlier clips, as this impingement through her shoulders caused back pain & tension, too.
We suspect Sylgja’s shoulder impingement was due to birth trauma. This is surprisingly common! But some gaited breeds have selected for conformation that makes it harder for horses to trot🤢🤮 Unfortunately this often involves selecting for traits that are less than ethical. These horses especially need postural rehab early on to help unlock their full ROM.
Some trainers will tell you to use poles, deep footing, inclines, heavy boots, or longer hooves/heavier shoes to help a horse trot. I used to! Now I don’t.
Why?
Longer hooves/bigger shoes increase breakover & leverage on the horse’s joints & soft tissues. This gives the horse more to articulate over w each stride, which CAN make them trotty… at the expense of their proprioception, resting posture, balanced movement & safety in their body. Nothing is worth risking your horse’s safety for even a day.
Footing, poles, & inclines work by tapping into the horse’s inclination to use suspension to solve a problem. I’ll use this to capture the gait JUST long enough to put it on vocal cue. 1-3 sessions ONLY.
Then I stop. Your horse stopped trotting bc something in their body is blocking the gait. Forcing trot without healing the underlying problem will do more harm than good. Once the horse KNOWS the trot cue, HEALING THE UNDERLYING ISSUE will allow the horse to trot freely.
That doesn’t mean we won’t ever trot in deep footing or over poles again, it just means that until the horse owns this movement on flat ground, landing flat & in good posture, it doesn’t make sense to make the game more challenging & expect the horse to do anything but revert to past compensations. The horse needs to own the movement before we can strengthen it with difficult footing or inclines.
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WIP Round-Up
Ty @aislingdmdt for the tag!
Tagging anyone who'd like to play!
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!
Game of Thrones/ASOIAF WIPs
Falsehoods -- a re-telling of True or False from Roose's PoV (Roose Bolton x OC of House Frey
Aftercare -- sequel to Therapy (Roose Bolton x Fat Walda Frey)
Untitied trilogy of three intersecting stories:
Sprung from Good Seed -- Barristan Selmy x Perriane Frey fic that begins during the Greyjoy Rebellion and extends to the end of ASOIAF
Above the Rest -- Jason Mallister x OC, overlapping timeline with Sprung from Good Seed
Family, Duty, Honor -- Brynden "Blackfish" Tully x OC of House Frey, overlapping timeline with Sprung from Good Seed
What Storms May Blow -- Barristan Selmy X OC of House Frey, I started this in 2017 and it is probably 80% done. I'd really like to finish it!
Stardew Valley
She Walks by Moonlight -- werewolf AU, Marlon, Gil, Farmer story narrated by Gunther
Kink -- one-shot follow-up to Dig Deep featuring Marlon/Riley.
Stardrop -- Marlon/Riley one-shot for Lilyy on GFS. Marlon gets Riley a Stardrop for her birthday.
Untitled Sequel to Dig Deep -- Several years after the events of Dig Deep, Linus passes away and Marlon and Riley help guide Gil through his grieving
Untitled Wizard fic -- OC Natasha comes to Pelican Valley to work as the editor of the new paper, the Pelican Times. Same universe as Dig Deep. Natasha explores the more supernatural storylines of SDV as Riley doesn't have a supernatural bone in her body. Rivals to lovers trope featuring Wizard x Natasha
Special Ballot -- Marnie/Willy fic. Willy teaches Marnie how to fish, Lewis gets jealous and raises the taxes on the beach, making it impossible for Elliott and Willy to live and work there. There's only one thing Marnie can do -- run for Mayor in the next election.
One Weekend in Spring -- Leah needs a fake boyfriend to attend Kel's wedding with her. Who better than Elliott?
Good Soup -- Jodi/Gus fic. Jodi and Kent divorce. Jodi takes a job helping Gus in the kitchen. Romance ensues.
Untitled Pam redemption fic -- Pam finishes a rehab program in Zuzu City and decides not to return to Pelican Town feeling she is too much of a burden on Penny. Pam moves to Castle Village and buys a small horse ranch. She rents off various parts of the property in order to make mortgage payments, and finds a companion in the widower who rents the old barn for his woodworking endeavours.
Rings of Power
Respite -- either Elendil/Reader or Elendil/OC, takes place after the fall of Numenor as Elendil is establishing the kingdom of Arnor
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Where you goin, Star?
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Biker au
Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.
Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.
Chapter 11
Warnings: Swearing, angst
Banging on her door distracted Star and Bucky before she could respond.
Star hurried to answer the door and was almost run over by Tony and Steve who started talking over each other
"Turn the tv on, any news channel, you have to see this"
"Holy shit this is the best thing ever"
"Friday, turn the tv on any news show."
Star and Bucky just stood there staring until she spoke up "What the hell is going on here?"
Tony smiled at her and nodded towards the tv "Check this out."
The news anchor was talking about a storm in the Caribbean when the co anchor took over and the picture of the entrance of Stark tower went from a small box in the corner to full screen
"This is footage from outside of Stark tower in Manhattan earlier this evening. New congressman John Walker is being walked out of the building in handcuffs. While no one has confirmed why, insiders say it is probably related to the recent drug overdose of his wife of 3 years, Heiress Y/N Pierce. She was saved by a dose of narcan administered by an EMT and was released from the hospital yesterday. She is reported to be staying with Tony and Pepper Stark while she completes outpatient rehab.
Regardless of whatever the facts end up being, this isn't a good look for Walker who is rumoured to have his eyes on a Senate seat. Especially when added to the rumours that he has already been served divorce papers.
We'll be reporting on this story as it updates."
Star looked at Bucky blankly, unable to form any words for a moment. Bucky squeezed her hands and brought her back "Wow. I really didn't expect all-" her phone rang and she stopped speaking to find it. She answered it on the 3rd ring and didn't even get to say anything before the caller started speaking hurriedly at her. She just listened and hummed in answer to the barrage of questions.
When the caller finally stopped speaking Star barked out harshly "Where did you get this number? This is a private number. If you need to contact me you can call the main number for Stark Tower and leave a message." she angrily hung up the phone before answering the question on everyone's face "Reporter asking about the divorce and John's arrest."
Tony looked annoyed "They shouldn't have been able to get your number unless John or one of his people gave it out."
She shook her head "It wouldn't surprise me if he leaked it. Anything to make my life more difficult. That's kinda his thing."
Bucky growled "I could fucking k-"
Star cut him off "Nope. We're not going there. I'm not letting you get into trouble over me." She lowered her voice "I'm not worth it."
But Bucky heard her "No doll, you are worth everything. That's what I've been trying to tell you. Star, you mean everything to me and I'm so sorry I messed it all up." He gently reached out to touch her cheek, she closed her eyes, leaned into his touch and he saw a tear fall.
Star shook her head "You didn't mess anything up, my father didn't give you much choice. If you hadn't accepted his offer he would have sent Brock to take care of you. I heard them talking about it at my wedding. They expected you to show up and disrupt everything. My dad said he hoped you would so he could take care of you once and for all. That's when I realized it was hopeless, even if you tried to save me it wouldn't have worked."
She jumped when her phone rang again, another unknown number. She sighed and answered it only to be assailed with questions.
Tony looked at her and put his hand out so she handed him her phone. He just hung it up and turned it off. "This isn't going to work. I'll get the number changed and bring it back later. I'll have Jeri contact John's office and advise them to use the main number here to contact you."
Tony's phone rang and Star jumped again, Bucky rubbed her back to soothe her.
Tony answered and spoke in short, terse sentences before hanging up quickly with a sigh.
He looked sadly at Star. "The story is out and everyone wants to talk to you. There's a mob of press in the lobby so it looks like you're staying in for the night." He looked at Steve and Bucky, "you're both welcome to stay too. I can have rooms prepared for you."
Steve shook his head, "I need to get back to Peggy. My bike is in your parking garage so hopefully I can get past the press."
He looked over at his friend "Buck?"
Bucky looked at Star hopefully "It's up to you, doll. I'm here if you need me or I can go if you need space."
Star looked at him with wide eyes "Are you sure? I don't want to be alone but I don't know.." She trailed off.
Bucky pulled her close "I'm positive Star. Whatever you need, I'll do."
She melted into him, his warmth and scent taking her back to happier days. He gave her hope that just maybe her nightmare with John was almost over and better times were on the horizon.
Tony and Steve quietly excused themselves and a short while later Star and Bucky separated, both of them smiling and hoping the other couldn't tell their faces heated up, and then ate their dinner.
"Do you want to see if there's any more news or find something funny to watch?"
She giggled "I don't know, watching John doing a perp walk and listening to the speculation about why and the divorce is pretty damn funny"
Buckys grin grew at the sound of her laugh and he knew he would do anything for her. He wished he could touch her how he used to but knew it would take time, for her to heal from John and for her to trust him again. He promised himself that he would be here for her no matter what.
Star went to get ready for bed and came out of the bathroom in a long shirt and sleep shorts then climbed into the big bed before patting the spot next to her for Bucky to sit.
He looked at her concerned "Are you sure? I can sit over here" he gestured at the chair in the corner but Star just rolled her eyes and listed the blanket up for him to climb under.
Bucky grinned and shrugged "Who am I to question my Star?" and cuddled up next to her.
They stayed up late talking like they used to. Bucky told her stories of the drama from going to school and living with his three closest friends. Star listened and smiled but every time he tried to ask her about the time they were apart she changed the subject or asked him questions to distract him. There wasn't much worth discussing outside of the abuse from her father and John and she'd rather not talk about that anymore than necessary.
They both finally fell asleep as the sun was coming up, wrapped up in each other.
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They were woken up by the disembodied voice that Star was trying to get used to. "Ms Pierce? Mr Stark has invited you and Sargent Barnes to join him for brunch in an hour. Shall I tell him you will be there?"
Star tried to sit up but Bucky growled and made her laugh "Yes, Friday, we'll be there."
She poked Bucky in the ribs and he opened one eye and stared at her until she went to poke him again and he snapped at her finger then grabbed her arm and pulled her flush against his chest. After taking a deep breath of her he shook his head "Nope. Staying here."
She giggled "come on Jamie, Tony Stark has invited us for brunch" she didn't notice that Jamie slipped out but he wasn't going to tell her and simply basked in the glow of their slowly rekindling relationship.
When they made it to Tony's dining room they saw Tony, Pepper and Morgan.
"Star, Barnes come in and have a seat. Fill up a plate, drink mimosas."
Star went to sit next to Pepper, talking to Morgan in her high chair. Bucky sat next to her, a soft look on his face as he watched Star play with the baby.
Tony sat down "I wanted to let you know I was able to talk to one of the judges that handles divorce and family law and he's willing to meet with you in his chambers. There you can try to convince John to just settle and walk away before you release the particulars of your marriage and it's end. Hopefully sitting before a judge will make him realize how serious this all is." He explained. "Plus you'll have credible witnesses to John's crapulance."
Tony looked at Bucky and sighed "You won't like this but I think Barnes should sit the divorce mess out. You don't want John trying to throw out some fidelity issues."
Bucky started to protest "I don't want her facing him alone, she-"
Tony cleared his throat "I know, I know and I will send Happy and Rhodey with her. They will keep her safe from John or any of his people."
Bucky scowled at Tony but conceded and squeezed Stars hand, trying to assure her everything will be ok.
Star nodded "Will that even work? He knows that he's already facing charges for his last round of abuse and ordering Brock and Jack to discipline and kill me."
Tony nodded "Maybe. He might think he has a chance to get out of those charges and keep his job but an illegitimate kid? Conservatives aren't attached enough to him to overlook cheating so without your money, he'll be too broke to fund his next campaign like your father paid for his last which puts him out of a job."
Star thought for a minute while chewing on a piece of bacon, then shrugged. "I'll have to trust you Tony, I don't know anything about all this mess."
Tony smiled at her "Well you know I have to do what I can or your biker friends might cause me some trouble" and winked.
Star laughed and shouldered Bucky "I've been told that they are troublemakers." She took a deep breath "So when is this appointment?"
"Tuesday, 10am. It's already coordinated with your attorneys so all you need to do is wear something nice and stand your ground."
Star nodded "I know, he's a bully. He will try to intimidate me. I'm not letting him do that anymore."
Pepper spoke up "So Y/N we should find some nice court outfits for you. I can have some sent over for you to try on. Accessories too. Once you are past this divorce mess we will have to have a girls day out, brunch, shopping, beauty treatments, a play. The works. For now we will have them brought to you."
Star felt herself start to choke up and wondered when she would stop feeling overwhelmed by others kindness "Thank you, Pepper."
Tony looked at his watch "Alright Barnes, we have business to work on. Your partners should be here soon."
Bucky looked at Star "You'll be alright here without me?"
She nodded with a smile and he gave her a kiss on the cheek and followed Tony out of the room.
Pepper looked at her excited "Business has kept me so busy I haven't had time for pampering and you know how hard it is to make real friends in our world. I think you might need a friend as badly as I do.
Let me make a few calls to get things started."
Pepper left her to finish her food and returned 15 minutes later. "They're on their way, let's go to the wardrobe and get comfortable.
They spent the morning drinking mimosas and trying on an endless stream of clothes. By the time they were done both were more than half drunk and had put together 2 weeks worth of court appropriate ensembles.
"I don't know, Pep. Do you think I'll need this many outfits?"
Pepper nodded and giggled "If you don't need them for court they'll be good for the talk shows and book signings."
Star shook her head "Book signings and talk shows? What are you talking about?"
Pepper giggled again "After you write your book. I think people would love to read your story."
Star shook her head "Because people love dirty laundry, especially when it proves that the rich and famous are as fucked up as everyone else."
"But Star, you could use any profits for your work at your stable."
"Lets not get ahead of ourselves. Divorce and John's criminal BS because I know he won't settle. Thats all I can handle right now."
While they were getting their mani-pedi Pepper kept gossiping like a teenager. "What about you and Bucky?"
Stars head snapped up "What about what? I definitely can't think about that right now. I'm still recovering from John and not ready to jump into another relationship right now. He's being a good friend, thats all I can deal with right now."
Pepper frowned "But its so obvious you two still love each other."
Star took a breath "I don't know what we feel. If we are going to have something again it will have to wait till I can heal."
Pepper nodded "I don't think he's going anywhere unless you tell him to. I'll let it go as long as you remember that Tony and I are here for you."
Star smiled "Thanks, Pep."
When they were done, Star was exhausted and went back to her room to lay down. She couldn't get Bucky out of her mind and when she finally did fall asleep he haunted her dreams.
Chapter 12
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Bedtime Sneak Peek :)
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“You know what I want to do, dad? When I’m older? And Pumpkin is too? Guess what I want to do!”
“Show jumping?”
“I already told you tons of times! I’m not into that. That’s NOT my thing. That’s more something Addie would do. IF she wasn’t scared of horses. I don’t get it, daddy. How is anyone scared of them? Especially Pumpkin Lumpkin and Bodhi. They’re so sweet! They wouldn’t hurt her.”
“I think it’s because she’s so tiny and they’re so big. It scares her; being so high off the ground. Probably afraid she’s going to fall off. It’s why your mum doesn’t want to ride. She’s scared of getting hurt.”
“Bodhi is really big but Pumpkin isn’t. She’s still a baby. Maybe we can get Addie one of those little mini horses. Remember those? The ones I learned on? They’re mini just like Addie so maybe she wouldn’t be scared of them. Can we? Get her one?”
“I can definitely talk to your mum about that.”
His heart sinks the moment the words leave his mouth. Just something else he took for granted; her presence in his life, home, and bed always a surety. And now even the basics have been viciously torn away; he can’t just send a quick text or call her on the phone or simply wait to arrive back at the house to share something he’d seen or heard while he was out. For thirteen years, Esme has been the one constant in his life. Her mere presence had gotten him through the darkest and most trying of days following Dhaka; consistently and devotedly camping herself at his bedside and refusing to leave even when given the most dire of prognosis.
She had supported him through the months of recovery; his one-person cheering section as he laboured and struggled to relearn even the most basics of tasks and functions. She had taken him back after their sixth-month separation; tearfully calling him in the middle of the night and begging him to come home. She’d missed him and didn’t want his absence to become permanent; worried his drinking and drug use would only grow in need and intensity and lead to his demise. And he’d followed every ‘rule’ that she’d put forth; checking himself into rehab and anger management and agreeing to attend both solo and individual counselling.
She’d been there after Nathan destroyed his body and mind. Accepting the responsibilities of feeding him, washing his hair, helping him in and out of the shower. Never losing her patience when the lingering effects of his concussion and added brain trauma had caused him to ask the same questions over and again. She had been by his side when he’d been given the CPTSD and Bipolar diagnoses; angrily and adamantly refusing his suggestion that she walk away and spare herself the torment that would come with having to put up with his ‘episodes’. And the very real worry that he’d one day snap and take all his frustration and hurt out on her and the kids.
“We’re better together than we are apart,” she’d reminded him. “You said that yourself. In Dhaka. So if you think I’m letting you deal with this on your own, you’ve got another thing coming.”
So many roles in his life that she fills. Loyal confidant. Fervid supporter. Best friend. Lover. Wife. Mother of his children. And he’s simply not ready to give any of those up.
But it’s lonely and he feels so damn empty. His broken and aching body constantly reminding him that he isn’t the same man he used to be. And he worries that maybe…just maybe…he really HAD failed her. Reneging on his wedding day promises to provide for her, love her, and cherish her. To keep her safe, happy and warm.
And to always…above all else…protect her.
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Different horse, this one in rehab. She was sold a while back with strict diet instructions due to her appearance of insulin resistance which weren’t followed, so she got fat. Her owners worked her harder and reduced food quantity (but not changing type) thinking she was just lazy or overeating, until she hurt herself badly. Word got around (as word does in horse communities) and Mr D went and reclaimed her. She is now back to trim and walking normally but won’t race again.
The most mellow horse I have had the privilege of meeting.
#Apparently diabetes and insulin resistance is a growing problem with horses#similar to how bees keep dying in the millions puzzling apiarists; horse tendencies to increasing insulin resistance and diabetes-adjacent-#-problems is on the rise with no clear root cause#also: not the same issue as what happens when ppl overfeed oats to horses
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Headcanons Based On Helluva Boss Season 2
Canon Things We Know:
1. Blitzo’s sister is in rehab.
2. Fizzarolli has robotic prosthetic arms and legs.
Many people think the legless horse joke is a foreshadow to whatever happened to Fizzarolli.
My Theory: Blitzo was put in charge of the circus when he got older. Things. Went. Wrong. Idk what, but something happened that caused a horrible accident, resulting in both Fizzarolli and Blitzo’s sister to walk away with injuries. Fizzarolli was saved by Ozzie offering him fancy magic prosthetics, but Blitzo’s sister needs a lot of time to rehabilitate, maybe forever.
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if you’re hearing LADY LIKE by INGRID ANDRESS playing, you have to know AVERY WILDER-SANDERS (SHE/HER; CISFEMALE) is near by! the 32 year old ARTIST has been in denver for, like, 5 YEARS. they’re known to be quite OBSTINATE, but being CREATIVE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble ADELAIDE KANE. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those BLACKBERRY SAGE CANDLES HALF-BURNED, PAINT-SPLATTERED CONVERSE, VIVID SUNSETS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RIVER NORTH ART DISTRICT long enough!
TW: injury
BASICS:
full name: Avery Sage Wilder-Sanders
nicknames: Ave, honeybee
age: 32
DOB: December 21st, 1991
hometown: Denver, CO, USA
current location: Denver, CO, USA
neighborhood: River North Art District
occupation: Artist
gender: Female
sexuality: Bisexual
relationship status: Married to Christopher Sanders (@l0stpiecesx )
positive traits: driven, creative, headstrong, loyal
negative traits: stubborn, confrontational, self-critical
theme song: Lady Like by Ingrid Andress
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
face claim: Adelaide Kane
hair color: Dark Brown
eye color: Golden-brown
height: 5'4" (162 cm)
weight: 119 pounds (54kg)
build: slim, athletic
tattoos: crow wearing heart-shaped sunglasses on the inside of her left forearm, mountain scene around her right bicep, rose chain around her left ankle
piercings: ears
FAMILY:
mother: Melissa Wilder (nee Benson)
father: Scott Wilder
siblings: 1 older sister, 2 older brothers (eventual WC)
children: none
pets: Siberian husky named Spike
significant others: small spattering of relationships, marriage to Christopher Sanders
BIOGRAPHY:
Scott and Melissa Wilder were told they couldn't have any children after the birth of their youngest son. Lo and behold, Avery Sage came into the world a few years later. Her mother liked to joke that she learned through a fifty-four hour labor that there was no making her do something she didn't want to do.
Scott's family had lived in Denver for the past four generations, on a sprawling working cattle ranch just outside of town. The family business boasted 637 acres, along with an "equine retreat", though Avery often referred to it as a dude ranch.
While her family had skills with ranching, Avery was a rising star with anything involving a horse. She competed in rodeos and various shows, including show jumping and dressage. She attended camps and was trained under the finest coaches with the hopes of joining the US Equestrian Team. During one of her qualifying shows, a jealous competitor sabotaged her saddle and it caused Avery to crash the jump. What followed was the longest two years of her life.
Doctors told Avery she would likely never walk normally again, but she took it as a challenge. She took the surgeries and the physical therapy in stride in hopes of proving everyone wrong. While she was able to walk, she lost everything she had ever worked for. Art had been a hobby of hers, but during rehab, she threw herself into it. After graduating from rehab, she applied for SCAD (Savannah College of Art & Design) in Georgia and continued her hard work.
With her parents' blessing, she eventually decided to transfer to École Nationale Supérieure deus Beaux-Arts in Paris and it was there that she met Chris Sanders. While Avery was considered an extremely careful individual, it all went out the window when she met him. Within a few months, they not only traveled together, they ended up getting married. After getting over the initial shock, the Wilder family accepted their new in-law with open arms.
Things have become somewhat strained with Avery and her family since her homecoming to Denver. Instead of her taking over the family dude ranch, she decided to pursue her career as an artist.
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CHARACTER PROFILE
Full Name: Hendrix Charles Alexander
Nickname: Dex
Age: 31
Birth Place: Denver, Colorado.
Time in town: All his life
Occupation: Vet at Stables and Rehab Centre
Hobbies: Guitar, his band, gaming, walking his dog.
Family: Dads, surrogate mother.
Personality: Dex is an outgoing, confident, friendly and creative young guy. He can talk to anyone and enjoys being around people. He’s playful, a little dorky and is known to be reckless, especially after a drink. But he is a loyal friend, he genuinely cares about the people in his life. Though he can be a little naive, reckless and easily distracted and he doesn’t always focus on one thing at a time.
ABOUT
Hendrix, affectionately known as Dex is the only child of same-sex parents. The decision to have a child was always a sure choice for his dads and while gay marriage was not legalised at the time, the two had a strong relationship and knew they wanted a child to complete their family. He was born via surrogate with a close friend of his fathers' and he has a positive relationship with her too although she never wanted children of her own. He is biologically one of his dads'.
Dex’s grew up in Denver and he had a warm and loving home. His parents a lawyer and art teacher meant the family had a comfortable lifestyle. Growing up, Dex was always full of life and from a young age, he was climbing things, playing sports and messing around with instruments. He needed to be kept busy, he had so much energy and his parents usually spoilt him which hasn’t changed into his adult life. If he wanted guitar lessons he got them, if he wanted to play the drums, he got them too. Despite being a little hyper, he is known to be a loveable and caring young man.
During school, he often messed around, even without meaning to. Though with his cheeky smile and soft personality, he usually got away with it. He got into trouble over silly things, like doodling in his notebook or losing concentration in class. However, he was a smart kid, despite how often he got distracted and his dads pushed him to stay on top of his work. His slightly reckless and impulsive personality only grew throughout high school, as did his love for music which was a good outlet for his energy. He joined a band with his friends, he can play guitar, piano and drums. He soon found his confidence and began auditioning for school performances and his natural charm often got him the lead roles.
Dex worked hard in school, even if he wasn’t considered the brightest. He proved everyone wrong. He'd always loved animals and he found a passion for science. He studied hard every night, volunteered and he he secured a place at Colorado State University. He enjoyed not being too far from home and studied Veterinary Medicine. During college, he continued to do local performances and played with his band which helped him to stay out of trouble most of the time. He enjoyed college, it helped being focused on the things he was interested in and he continued to study hard. Although it was difficult working with animals at times, his caring and empathetic personality got him through.
The job in the Stables and Rehab Centre was not the one he had been looking for, but everything seemed to fall into place. He could stay close to his family and friends while doing something he loved and it felt like the perfect opportunity. He loved being home and looking after the horses that needed help. Being outside a lot was also the perfect outlet for his energy.
He is now 31 years old and he is still a little impulsive. He still likes to be busy when he's not working, camping with his friends, playing music or just being outside messing with a football. He’s a dog lover and when he’s not working, gaming or playing with his band, he’ll be out walking his dog. He is a loyal friend, he cares about his friends and family and he has a gentle and chill side to his personality which often gets him far.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
I would like to see anyone in his band / friends.
Ex girlfriends.
And open to suggestions.
I'd love to plot.
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