#after my counseling session yay

[emmasaviorswan]

Will be answering threads and inbox today 💋 💛 ✨

#ouat roleplay #emmasaviorswan #all my canon muses #my babies #this took a stupidly long time to find #after my counseling session yay #or workout #finding myself again #ooc #loving ruby atm

[just-an-alligator]

UA: Where You Learn to be a Hero or Something

For a school that’s supposed to be “the best hero school in the country if not the world” they sure don’t teach much heroing do they? By my count the hero lessons that these kids have received include:

A “quirk assessment test” which taught them… nothing really. Unless you count Izuku learning how to compartmentalize the parts of his body that he destroys (and, oh boy, do I have thoughts about that.)

Battle trials - which (raises hand) uh, yeah, All Might-sensei I know your all great and powerful and have a heck of a lot of field experience, but this is my second day at school. I don’t even know how to throw a punch. Shouldn’t foundational heroics be more… foundational?

We want to the USJ for rescue training!… and then we watched our teachers get beaten close to death and we never really touched on rescue training again. What even was that? Is rescue a course on its own or was it a one off seminar?

…choosing hero names… and, I don’t care what you say, this is a business marketing class. And why are first years marketing their forever hero names? Shouldn’t they have had an inter departmental collaboration with business students to do this? They had no prior instruction just, “hey, you might get stuck with this bs for the rest of your career.”

Oh, look, gladiatorial spectator sports where we watch a bunch of teenagers beat each-other unconscious for entertainment and profit. Blood for the blood gods!

Though that’s par for the course considering the school let’s shit like this happen.

Not going to heal you anymore. I’m sorry but that isn’t helping! How about some ideas on how he can stop turning his bones to paste instead of an ultimatum? No? Okay, great, I guess we’ll just not get medical attention then.

(Is there another doctor at this school? Can I get a second opinion? Or, you know, actual medical advice about how to control this brand spanking new extremely volatile quirk?)

And then we have internships… yay? I feel like something should have happened before this? I don’t know something like a field work class. Mock patrols on campus… once again what do hero students learn? What is the curriculum here?! Because as far as I can see THERE IS NONE!!!!

And then we have first term exams…

ON WHAT!!!!!??? What have these kids been learning!? Hori, man, you can’t invent a magical school and not tell us about the magic going on in it! This is like if we followed harry to Hogwarts and he went to accounting class and generic magic class! What magic? Oh you know, the magical kind~

And we get to see All Might beat a kid with another kid to teach them about… cooperation?

How?

Just… how?

Listen, this story has gotten under my skin in the worst ways and I just need to know how the MAIN GOD DAMN SETTING in this world functions!

Is there a reason why Bakugo is allowed to stay in the hero course after levying physical and verbal abuse against his classmates? I mean other than the fact that he’s a fan favourite and thus the plot has to bend over backwards to accommodate and validate his behaviour (and shove him into Izuku’s storyline so hard that they’re basically tangoing for relevant plot points, but that’s for another time).

Is counselling sessions too much to ask? Probably. I mean if mental health care was a thing in this universe there is no way Iida would have been cleared for an internship days after his brother almost died. Izuku breaking all his fingers into paste in the gladiator games probably would have gotten him benched too.

#bnha #mha #bnha critical #mha critical #midoriya izuku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #I have questions and there are no answers

[altocat]

A complete stranger, but a long-time fan! Yay!!

Since Sephiroth headcanons are just cancerous to my brain and soul, whad’ya think would happen if Nibelheim never went down (like Sephiroth denied the mission, their driver got sick, etc)? Do you think he’d abandon Shinra and live in the city somewhere, or do you think he was always just a ticking time bomb ready to explode?

I like to think he’d move to Gongaga with Zack, and botta bing botta boom! He’s got a loving brother and not-so-alien-like parents! <3 (But your mind’s a lot more angsty than mine, so I’d love to know your thoughts! xD)

I often think of this one a lot. I think it yields two major outcomes, each completely different from the other.

-The first, more positive outcome would have likely been Sephiroth breaking off from Shinra after becoming too disillusioned with the program. I don't see Zack sticking around in SOLDIER in the long run after what happened to Angeal so I imagine they'd continue to remain on good terms.

Sephiroth takes whatever compensation the company is willing to give him and gets the hell out of dodge, opting for someplace quieter and less stressful. He has half a mind to go looking for Genesis in time, as the Nibelheim backstab never happens. But for the most part, he resigns himself to the fact that he needs to acclimate to a better life elsewhere, one suitably less violent and FAR away from Hojo. I could definitely see him settling somewhere in Cosmo Canyon, endlessly fascinated with the stars. He keeps off the grid from SOLDIER and tries not to think about the fact that his questions will never be answered.

Eventually, after Genesis is saved like in Crisis Core (because Zack would still do that), the two reconcile. Now suitably older and more mature, they find themselves drawn together again, culminating in them both saying screw it and hooking up. Genesis never tells him the truth about Project S, of course. That would be too cruel. They enjoy a peaceful life together in Cosmo Canyon, Zack occasionally visiting to keep them up to date on the comings and goings of Shinra, regardless of whether or not he's still in the program.

-The second outcome is much darker. Sephiroth grows disillusioned but finds that he can't let SOLDIER go, due to years and years of conditioning. He runs himself ragged and endlessly frets over the fates of his friends, despite the fact that they both abandoned him. He seems perfectly calm and ordered like always, but something inside is slowly festering and breaking. Eventually, he begins detaching altogether, shifting into a state of almost robotic apathy and contempt for everything. In actuality, he's incredibly depressed and finds it difficult to feel anything remotely positive anymore.

And finally, during a particularly nasty, violent, taunting session with Hojo, he slips. When they find the mangled remains of the scientist, Sephiroth is in a state of shellshock, covered in blood and fully unhinged.

They keep him fully sedated after that, a mindless drone they can control at will. I'd like to hope that Zack and Cloud help break him out eventually. The pain is too great and Sephiroth is honestly too tired to care anymore. He's already lost the two people who were really the only family he ever knew and he's absolutely murdered his suspected father.

He'd need serious healing and counseling, even without Jenova's influence. He often has bad days where he regresses altogether, reverting to an almost childlike state, asking for Gast. Through patience, kindness, and getting him FAR away from Midgar, he begins to come back to himself again. But it would likely take years before he could fully heal.

....The third option is the plot to Shelter so yeah 😅

#Sephiroth #Ffvii #FF7 #Crisis Core #Cloud strife #Zack fair #Genesis rhapsodos #Final fantasy 7 #Sephcanons #Angst #Au

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 152

I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it...

Okay, maybe I am. I managed to queue up the chapters I had in the barrel! Yay!! Which also means that I have a super duper exciting chapter coming up, which I can’t wait to write and can’t wait for y’all to read. I just need it to be perfect.

That said, thank you to @baelpenrose and @charlylimph-blog for your help with this particular chapter.  I love when we are all three in one of these sessions and just descending into chaos in the chat. Also, @mamayoda (who I can’t tag but I do want you to know I see your likes in my notes!) for love-bombing my notes recently.

“Is it just me or is everyone really jumpy?” Charly asked as I set my food down across from her.  It was our thrice-weekly lunch dates in one of the public mess halls, and she definitely had a point.  I had already noticed three people scowl distrustfully at the food consoles, hugging closely to the prepared food side of the room instead.

I sighed. “It has to have been Derek’s stress test.  It wasn’t supposed to impact systems we didn’t design, but…”

She snorted loudly. “Tell that to the week I spent taking cold showers again.  At least this time, the doors didn’t play any music when I walked through them.”

“Did your doors at least open consistently? I was stuck in my quarters for a whole day until we figured out that I could walk through if I had an escort.”  I laughed and shook my head before digging in to my food. “And, come to find out, we actually do manage the water systems, thanks to BioLab 2.”

Contrary to myself, Charly was entirely unperturbed at this revelation beyond sniffing her hoodie and shrugging. “My doors worked fine as far as I know, but Coffey and I tend to work the same hours, so… Maybe that was it.  Oo!” Her cheer of enthusiasm caught me off guard as she started bouncing in her seat. “OOOOO! I bet he activated the routine Xiomara had running when you and Jokul weren’t friends yet!”

“There was a routine!?” I asked, exasperated. “I behaved, thank you. It wasn’t necessary.”

“Meh. Just in case. What do you think her deal is?” She tilted her head to the side, at a table near us.

Sure enough, the woman at that table was darting glances around the room, her shoulders hunched, elbows close to her body, eyes wide.  I could practically feel her shaking from where I was. “I can’t tell if she looks suspicious or afraid,” I murmured, hoping the woman couldn’t hear me. “But the fact that I’ve met mice and chihuahuas who shook less, I’m going to go with afraid.”

As I watched the woman, weighing whether or not a stranger trying to comfort her would make it better or worse, Mona’s familiar face approached her instead.  She was speaking softly enough that I couldn’t make out words, but the woman clearly recognized her and only jumped slightly.

I was so focused on the sight of Mona comforting the woman that I nearly hit the ceiling when Parvati’s voice came from entirely too close to my right shoulder. “Rebecca.  She lost her family twice, first her parents, some cousins, and an uncle when the hack happened, and then her partner and children in the After.  It’s understandable that she’s terrified right now, after the stress test. Too many bad memories.”

My face flushed in humiliation. “Pranav and Zach sent a ship-wide alert that the stress test was happening - “

A perfectly manicured hand clapped over my mouth, one dark eyebrow arched in eloquent disbelief. “Sophia. You of all people know that mental scars do not heed logic.”

Charly’s hair flew around her face as she nodded enthusiastically. “After day three of cold showers, I flinched every time I went through a door in case that stupid song started playing again, no matter how many times I reminded myself that it was a stress test and I had decidedly not given Derek boba tea again.”

Both my hands flew up in surrender. “I stand corrected, I just feel awful to see people react like that.” Gazing around the room, I was suddenly much more aware of all the darting eyes, protective postures, seats turned so that backs were against walls.

Charly had obviously seen the same thing. “We may need to talk to Pranav about limiting the tests to one or two systems at a time.”

“I wish we could,” I admitted, stabbing a potato out of my pie slightly harder than necessary. “His department was passing the tests with flying colors when Derek was limited to one or two systems at a time.  But they failed this last test miserably, it turns out.  As soon as they would react to one thing, Derek would switch to another system, and they couldn’t be everywhere at once as well as they convinced themselves that they could.  And they can’t just be good at small scale attacks: the revolt that happened before the End brought everything down at once, from multiple access points. It was… kind of elegant, in a terrible way.  Very clean.”

Charly squinted at me and Parvati in suspicion. “Are you supposed to know that they crashed and burned in the test.”

I rocked my hand back and forth while I chewed on a mouthful of crust.  It had way too much butter in it, but at least it was actually crust this time. A week ago it had been something pretty close to paper mache. “Technically we don’t officially know that.  Officially, all we know is that Pranav has requisitioned enough additional staff to increase his team of programmers by seventy percent.”

“Asses handed to them, got it,” Charly nodded in understanding.

“We also officially know that Pranav currently owes Hannah quite the enormous favor,” Parvati confided.

“How big?” Charly ventured slowly.

“Big enough that his grandchildren may be indebted to hers,” came the laughing response.

Charly shook her head and clucked her tongue. “He should know better than to bet against Derek.  He breaks the systems for fun, and they asked him to really go for it. What did they expect?”

“Apparently to put up a better fight at least.” I forced a smile, but guilt weighed on my heart as I studied the room again, fully seeing the microexpressions of anxiety, fear, and anger.  It felt like the entire Ark was constantly swinging between hope and fear. The random drills weren’t really helping, either.

“They aren’t,” Parvati agreed, letting me know that I had been thinking out loud. “Everyone is sleep deprived, on high alert, and then all of a sudden all the computer systems went on the fritz for a week.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, pushing what was left of my pot pie away from me, appetite gone. “We need to talk to Grey and Antoine about getting counselling for everyone, seeing as how Xiomara and Pranav pretty much just triggered the entire ship. I mean, everyone knows counselling is available, but I think allocating training and resources to the therapy teams is going to take priority over Pranav’s request for the moment.”

Charly tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Do we have the space for some quiet rooms, like you set up for the Food Festival a few years back? That may be a good idea.”

Snapping into work-mode, Parvati flicked her datapad open, bangles clattering as she started making notes. “The quarters left by those who relocated closer to the Archives are still uninhabited, those can be used.  We may be able to convince some people to relocate so we can spread the rooms out more evenly, but even if we can’t, just having those rooms available will help.”

“Make a note to add in the proposal for Grey: possibility of having specific vendors permitted to serve food in BioLab 2.  Encourage mental health days and picnics.”

Parvati nodded in acknowledgement of my request, before adding her own spin. “As a contingency plan, find vendors who will pre-package picnics.  Between the current distrust of the consoles and the fact it will remind everyone of the annual Festival, the good emotions will help.”

“I like it,” I confirmed. “What else?”

“Paintball tag day in the corridors,” Charly announced, without preamble or warning. “Make it a holiday, everyone is off work, limit it to one end of the Ark.”

I shook my head. “Guns, not the best idea.”

“Ew, no. No pew-pew.” She wrinkled her nose. “I was thinking more paint-soaked splash bombs.”

Finger guns deployed, dual wielding. “I am so here for a paintball tag day in that case.  The flavored paint?”

“Not the scotch bonnet please,” Parvati begged. “I just know someone will get that in the face, I don’t care how much Else likes it.”

“Got it, no more pepper spraying people,” Charly agreed seriously. “OOO! I could test the new arrows out!  With something like buttered popcorn paint, obviously. Maybe kiwi on the other team.”

“Just limit the pull on the bows, okay? I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“Fiiiiine…”

Parvati smiled and added to her notes. “So, we probably want someone to correlate the current date to whatever the date would be on Earth… Just in case we need to get a consultant for Holi.”

“Good point. Conor is alarmingly good at that, so I can ask him.  It would be a nice cultural event if we could do that. If not, we can totally work on celebrating Holi when it comes around.”

“Final suggestion for right now, because I have to get back to work,” I sighed happily. “This is going to be the biggest ask, and the smallest at the same time…” Both nodded at me to continue. “Care packages, for everyone. And I mean everyone on the Ark.”

“Sophia,” Parvati scolded me. “That’s almost ten thousand people and sixteen animal companions.”

“Well aware,” I forged on, “We’ll talk to Sam about the bows, I can wrap them. Commission some of those really nice chocolates, or maybe some taffy from Simon. And something salty.  I know there is someone on the Ark who makes aromatherapy candles, Tyche is bananas about them.”

Shaking her head, she added it to the list. “If you insist on that, I insist on a celebration for the drop out of FTL.  Hannah and I can use some of the plans from the Food Festival, include Charly’s paint tag - “

“And Kink Night!”

“- and Kink Night, apparently… have several events going on across the Ark, since we already discussed declaring a holiday.”

“Get Bash’s permission to use the Undine again, and I won’t object,” I surrendered before standing. “On that note, I really do have to get back to work.  Come on, Vati, we have work to do apparently.”

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[adventures-in-poly]

A wee update

Nonmonogamy has not been one of the most salient themes in my life, but it’s not not present, so here’s a wee update on how things have been.

M and I are still married, still living together, going to couples' counseling. Shit's been hard and we're trying to work things out. Counseling is good. I think we might have originally gotten into counseling to talk about nonmonogamy stuff but we barely talk about that in our sessions anymore. Turns out nonmonogamous couples actually have more issues in their life than just that one thing. Who knew!

Crow and I are still dating. I rarely see him anymore though. He lives an hour away and works Saturdays and I don't have any dang spoons left. When I do see him it's chill. I pretty much just shoot the shit with him and his wife.

I think I've written about this before, but I'm some flavor of asexual. Which makes things a little weird in both of my partnerships. My relationship with Crow was so sexual for quite a while, and I don't think we really know what to do with each other now that I'm not really into it anymore. Not having sex just feels so normal and natural for me - this has happened in every single one of my adult relationships - but I haven't found a partner ever who really knew how to handle that.

M started seeing someone basically right after we became fully vaccinated in early May. They'd actually known each other for a while; I guess they met on OKCupid years ago, and then this person was also connected to the group that we partied with back when partying with a group was a thing that people did. And then they started chatting each other up during the pandemic, and now they're a thing. I'm going to refer to this person as Silver, which would make a lot of sense if you knew their real name.

I have some feelings about that I guess? I should write about how we met because it was a hell of a story. They've been really nice to me and really considerate of my feelings, which is like my number one fear when someone new comes into M's life, that they won't give two shits about me. I like that we know how to talk to each other even when M isn't in the room. We definitely would pass the Bechdel test except that Silver is non-binary.

Some themes that are coming up for me include:

Trying to reassure myself that I actually am Enough even though !! somebody new!! is in his life !! and that new person does things that M likes to do and I don't like to do and has qualities that M wants that I don't have and trying to reconcile that that doesn't mean that I'm being replaced even though my brain weasels are yelling me that it definitely does !!!

My brain is coming up with this nasty story where Silver is the shiny new fun partner who M definitely wants to spend all his time with and I'm the old ball and chain where all our relationship problems live and who is no fun. M has definitely not given me any reason to think that. It's all the stupid weasels.

But also it's like. M and I have been having problems, and I don't think M and Silver have because they're too new. So when M goes to Silver's house, in a sense he is getting to get away from the problems in the house.

Also one time Silver made him pancakes for breakfast and that kind of exacerbated my "I'm the no fun wife" because pancakes for breakfast is fun, and M sees Silver once or twice a week so it's like a little fun break, but M and I live in real life and real life is not always fun, and you can't always have pancakes for breakfast. But the weasels are telling me that when he visits Silver it's always fun and good, like there are no bad times when he's there, and there are bad times here, so why would he ever want to be here?

M is much more into routine than I am, so when he tells me that he likes the stability of living here with me, and that he likes that hanging out with me is relaxing, I can't really accept that as truth because it just sounds like the no-fun-wife thing, like Oh yay thank the blessed lord I get to be the STABLE one, everyone loves being the STABLE RELAXING ONE.

Silver is on the same ladder as me in the same company, but they're a whole-ass level ahead of me, and they've only been at the company a year longer than I have, so I've got some inferiority issues there.

I think I'm so convinced that new partner + they're so super fun + they're problem free + they make M pancakes for breakfast + they do art and always have paint on their clothes + they like to do swordfighting with M and I don't + right now they're able to be supportive of M in a way that I can't always be because I've been with M for almost 10 years and have kind of run out of spoons for the kind of support he asks from me and Silver has only known him for like 6 months and seems to have plenty of spoons left = I'm in the midst of being replaced, that sometimes I want to just make the replacement happen so that it doesn't happen to me. Like suggesting that he go live with Silver or go be primaries with them because obviously they offer things that I can't. Like it's better if I make this thing happen than if it happens to me. But the thing is that I don't want it to happen. So why would I make something happen that I don't want to happen, and that I don't think M wants to happen either?

fghl;kjfdg yeah

EDIT That wasn't wee at all now was it

#polyamory #Poly #non monogamy #nonmonogamy #metamours #people: crow #people: m #people: silver

[shirtlesssammy]

7x05: Shut Up, Dr. Phil

Then:

D E A N

Now:

A real estate agent goes under the salon dryer of death. Heat is SO damaging to hair, amirite?

Dean Winchester continues to be haunted by the death of Cas, his brother’s psychosis, and Amy. 

He starts looking into a case because drinking only takes up 99% of his time these days. Sam comes back from a run and asks about Dean’s wellbeing. 

Dean angrily deflects.

(The Leviathans are on the Winchester’s tail.)

Sam interviews the victim’s sister. He asks if she had any enemies. The sister tells him that everyone loved Wendy. Dean interviews the stylist at the salon.

Looking around the room, he finds a coin. He calls Sam later and they discuss, coming to the conclusion that it might be some kind of hex talisman. 

At a construction site, a dude makes a pit stop at a port-a-potty. While he’s inside, the nail gun comes alive and riddles him with nails. Dean later interviews the local law enforcement about the death. Dewey was a good man, pillar of the community --and they have no clue how the nail gun worked since there wasn’t a source for power anywhere around the place. Dean finds another coin.

Sam discovers that all the victims were working on a real estate development together, along with a developer named Don Stark. Don’s still alive --and he might be the next victim. 

The brothers head to interview Mr. Spike Stark. While talking with him, his assistant, Jenny, pops in and it’s clear that he enjoys her cupcakes. Sam makes a bathroom excuse to explore the house. In the bedroom closet, he finds half of it empty, and a box full of witchy stuff. 

Dean continues to talk to Don. We learn that Dean is IN A VERY BAD WAY --LIKE SO BAD --like, guys, this is the lowest of lows. I had to avert my eyes, and weep for the lost soul that is Dean. He seemed... impressed... with.. an... autographed... photo... from... the devil himself, and I’m not talking about Lucifer. 

Sam comes back and asks about Don’s wife, Maggie. They’re “going through a rough time.” Sam presses him and he admits to having a brief “thing” with an associate. The brothers imply that maybe Maggie was behind Wendy’s death and Don could be next. 

Outside, they notice more dead plants. 

They head over to Maggie’s to investigate. Dean sneaks inside the house to find a death shrine --with Jenny on the board. Sam, watching for Maggie’s return, tries calling Dean, but runs into Maggie (Cordelia!) instead. She doesn’t want to talk, so Sam sets off her car alarm to warn his brother. 

Dean scampers outside with Jenny’s photo in hand. She’s Maggie’s next target. Upstairs, Maggie notices that her closet door is open, finds the missing picture, and replaces it with a backup photo. She draws a red X over Maggie’s photo in blood. (Note to self: always have multiple copies of revenge photographs, I guess?) 

Jenny pulls cupcakes out of the oven, the very picture of wholesome, sugary charm, when the spell activates. 

Blood drips from the cupcake she’s bitten into, which is now filled with a beating heart. She begins to choke on it, when the Winchesters arrive. Sam finds the hidden coin and shoots it just in time. After allowing Jenny to cycle through shock, they tell her that she’s been hexed. They advise her to flee several hundred miles away. They ALSO tell her to stop carrying on an affair with Don Stark. She’s DEEPLY OFFENDED at their implication and sums up her feelings about her boss in one word: “Ew.”

This is one of those weird moments in the show where you wonder if there’s a point being made about assumptions about professional women or the irony of these two men scolding a woman for her potential relationships or even different presentations of femininity and then the show just sort of forgets what it was doing and wanders off into the next room.

The next room, in this case, is Maggie’s charity auction. 

Maggie and her assistant, Sue, organize the works of art and prepare for the auction. Her assistant tells the audience that she was the one to tell Maggie about Don’s affair, and manages to squeeze off a tiny “I love you” before Maggie rushes off again. (I look directly into the camera.) Don arrives, complaining to Maggie about how her charity work has edged him out of her life completely. She, in turn, complains that his development obsession has done the same. ALSO, we learn that they both know about hunters, and that the two Winchesters are gunning for her. Maggie doesn’t seem terribly concerned. 

Don heads back outside, only to watch a bust of his face shatter in the town square. Maggie smiles down on him from above. 

Back at their motel, Sam and Dean prepare an exciting spell with rapidly spoiling chicken feet. 

At the auction, Maggie hands a celebratory martini to Sue, who pulls out the olive and shrieks to discover that it’s...an EYEBALL instead. Incensed, Maggie stalks through her art display which is quickly melting. (Outside, Don smirks in his car.) Sue vows to stand by her side no matter what, only to be neatly beheaded by a flying silver tray. Apparently, the War of the Roses is on between these two pissed-off married witches.

The Winchesters arrive later to find Sue’s body and one very ruined auction. They put two and two together. Just in case we didn’t get the reference, Dean ACTUALLY name-checks the War of the Roses as they assess the situation: they have two witches to hunt. 

Storming into Don and Maggie’s home a little while later, the Winchesters perform their chicken-feet spell. It...fizzles out.

For Look at These Two Goofballs Science:

Maggie immediately pinpoints the problem: their chicken feet were spoiled. While the Winchesters stand there gormlessly, Maggie and Don casually begin to cast their own spell. Sam and Dean decide to “counsel them” instead of fight.

The Winchesters tell them they are MFEO and they should totes kiss and make up. The two witches beat up Dean and Sam for comic effect while they discuss their relationship. 

Maggie and Don bond over beating up Dean and Sam - and even though this is a VERY CHEESY scene, I melt a little bit because I do love these two Buffy alums. 

Later, Dean and Sam return to the motel, having NOT gotten the bad guys. They’re confronted by the creepy guy (leviathan) who’s been stalking them the entire episode. Don stuns the guy for them! Yay, Don? Don then fishes the cursed coins Maggie planted in their beds and they all part cordially. 

Sam wants to know if Dean paid attention to the Starks’s cathartic counseling session...because Sam wants Dean to spill out his feelings too! Dean is hugely resistant to the idea of sharing his emotional baggage and they leave town with Dean’s sorrow unexplored.

Quoteydale High:

Don’t say ‘yeah okay’ like yeah okay

I observe with my eyes

There were tiny, beating hearts in my cupcakes. There were hearts in my cupcakes!

There’s always something eating at me. It’s who I am

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[acreativeme]

A Positive Secret

A Positive Secret

Clinton Skye x Reader 

Before the arguing started, Y/N and Clinton had decided that it was okay for her to go back to work. They began arguing shortly afterwards with Clinton taking more assignments away from home and not allowing her to have time to secure a job. Y/N sent out feelers right after their talk, hoping to get into the workforce after three years away.But those hopes were dashed, because Clinton took an assignment away from home. 

The arguing started as he was packing to leave for his assignment. 

Y/N shut their bedroom door, not wanting to wake the twins. “How could you, Clinton Skye?”

He froze, clutching the strap of his suitcase. “What are you carrying on about, Y/N?” 

“You took an assignment away from home! We talked away about me going back to work and you cutting back to help with the twins.” Y/N whisper-shouted, frustration evident in her voice.

He rolled his eyes, pulling some clothes from the closet. “This is a great opportunity for me! I think you can wait a little bit longer to get back to work, I mean it’s been three years and no one has missed you”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, tears welling in her eyes. “Clinton, you don’t mean that.” 

Clinton turned to her with a serious look on his face, which broke Y/N’s heart. “I am very serious, Y/N.”

Y/N was speechless, trying to process everything Clinton had just said.  In the 12 years that they had been together, he had never said anything so heartless. Clinton eyed her as he left the room, deciding that it would be best just to leave. 

Y/N fell onto the bed, not moving until the cries of her children rang through the baby monitor on the nightstand. For the next several weeks, Y/N had focused on taking care of her children and finding a job that she could do from home. Whenever Clinton would call, which was only twice a week, they’d spend most of it arguing about anything and everything. Clinton’s mother would try to get them both on a conference call to work things out, but both refused to talk about their problems with her. After a lot of talking with his mother, the couple decided to go to couples counseling as soon as Clinton returned from his assignment. 

Positive..

Y/N racked her brain, trying to remember if she had overlooked any pregnancy symptoms. Nothing was coming to mind, which means all of the stress she’s been under was masking them. How was she supposed to tell Clinton that she was pregnant, when they couldn’t talk without fighting? 

Buzz.. Buzz..

Y/N jumped as her alarm buzzed, stating that it was time for her to leave for therapy. She quickly cleaned up the bathroom, not wanting to leave any evidence of the test out in the open for her in-laws to find. She slipped in her sneakers before slipping down the hall to the living room, where her in-laws were with the twins. 

She leaned down and kissed both girls heads, “Be good for grandma and grandpa.” She smiled down at them as they acted like she hadn’t interrupted their conversation. She turned to face the older couple, “thank you for watching them.” 

Marilou just smiled at her daughter-in-law. “It is our pleasure.” She pulled Y/N in for a hug. “Just go work on your relationship.” 

Y/N nodded, squeezing her tightly. “I will.” Y/N said goodbye and rushed to her car. She sat with the motor running, staring down at her stomach. “Let’s go see your father..” 

The therapist office was only twenty minutes from the Y/L/N-Skye home, so Y/N made it with ten minutes to spare. She noticed that Clinton’s car was already in the parking lot, though he was not in it. She had to take some deep breaths, trying to calm her anxiety. She hadn’t seen Clinton in person in weeks, which made her nervous and slightly excited.

After that first session, their therapist decided to do both individual and couples counseling-- stating that the pair needed to get reacquainted with themselves as they worked on their relationship. Each week, whether Clinton was in town or not, they would meet as her last appointment so as to not rush the pair to talk. After their first session, Clinton couldn’t meet in person as he was out on assignment but he would skype in. A part of Y/N had begun to ache as the weeks turned to months without him, but the other half was filled with anxiety for how she was going to tell him she was pregnant. 

Y/N paced the lobby, one hand resting on her swollen stomach. She had to keep touching it to remind her that she was actually pregnant, because she wasn’t as big with this pregnancy as she was with the twins-which threw her off.  Clinton wasn’t here yet, so she still had time to go over her speech-- which she has been working on since she found out. 

The sound of the office door opening caused her to jump, dropping her hand to her side. “Clinton.” She clutched her chest. 

He chuckled, feeling happy to see her in person. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice was soft and warm, which made her happy. 

She smiled softly at him, heart filled with warmth. “I just wasn’t expecting you to come in at that moment.”

He brushed back his hair, weirdly nervous to be talking face to face with his wife. “Jess let me go early, wanting to make sure that I made it in time. I mean, I too wanted to be on time…” 

Y/N blushed, feeling like a teenager again. “Well, you are actually early.” She giggled, adjusting her sweater sleeves. 

Before Clinton could say anything, the door opened and revealed their therapist, Dr. Rodrick. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Skye. How are we tonight?” She asked, signaling for them to follow after her. 

Y/N smiled as she walked through the doorway. “Good, tired.” 

Clinton nodded in agreement. “Exhausted, but ready to be here.” 

Dr. Rodrick grinned, feeling good about the energy she was feeling. “Good, tonight is an important session.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she took her seat. “What is important about tonight?” 

“We are going to be sharing some secrets tonight. Both of you have been hiding something very important from the other and I think tonight is the night to share those secrets.” She grabbed her legal pad and pen, not noticing the couple shifting in their chairs. She pushed her glasses up her nose, ready for one of them to start. “Who would like to go first?” she clicked her pen.

The couple glanced at each other, both remaining silent. Clinton’s face hardened, wondering what Y/N was hiding from him. Y/N palms began to sweat as nausea set in the pit of her stomach, nervous triggering her morning sickness. 

Dr. Rodrick sighed, knowing that they were going to make this difficult. “Alright, I think I am going to pick.” She jotted down about their stubbornness to share. “Clinton, I think that it is time for you to be open with your wife.” 

Clinton shifted uncomfortably towards, wanting to look at her as he spoke his truth. “Y/N… I panicked, because I got so used to having you at home when I got back from a case and I feared that was going to change.” There was pain and fear in his eyes. “I feared that you would find something and forget about me and the twins.”

A breath caught in her throat. “I could never forget you or the twins.. I don’t think the girls would let me.” She joked, hoping to break the tension she was feeling. “I just wanted to contribute to the household in a way that wasn’t just cleaning.” 

Clinton sighed, finally smiling. “Oh, love. You definitely contribute more than just cleaning, you are basically the backbone of this family.” He reached for her hand, wanting to comfort her. 

Dr. Rodrick smiled softly as she wrote down some notes. “Clinton, I am so happy that you opened up to her. I think it is Y/N’s turn to share what she’s been holding back.” 

Y/N squeezed his hand, needing some of his strength. “A few weeks after you left for your assignment, I started to feel sick.” She watched as his eyes got big, probably assuming that she had cancer or something. “And before you go assuming that it’s something incurable, it is not. I’m…” She gulped, “I’m pregnant.” she blurted.  

He dropped back in his chair, shocked because that wasn’t what he thought her secret was. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, “It’s been four months and I’ve confirmed it with my doctor.” 

He nodded, trying to process everything. For a moment, he looked down at her stomach--noticing her swollen bump. “Is it twins again?” He asked, silently hoping that it wasn’t twins again.

She smiled, knowing what he was thinking, “No, it is just a single baby pregnancy.”

He nodded in acceptance, a smile growing on his face. “Yay!” He pulled her up out of her chair and spun her around-- which made her scream and laugh.

#requests #FBI Most Wanted #fbi most wanted imagine #fbi most wanted one shots #one shot #one shots #imagines #clinton skye #clinton skye imagines #sweetswriting

[esperwatchesfilms]

The Orphanage (2007)

Yay! Foreign horror! Always better than American horrors.

Note: This post will most definitely contain lots of spoilers.

Please tell me this isn’t going to be a scenario where everyone’s going to think this woman is crazy because something supernatural is happening and she ends up in an institution of some sort. If I just called the ending, I’m going to be very upset. I’ll be so annoyed I’ll take off 20 points.

It’s definitely following that formula. She goes to a group counseling sort of session for grieving parents after he’s been gone six months, and she goes on about how SHE’S NOT CRAZY. SHE KNOWS HER SON’S IMAGINARY FRIENDS TOOK HIM!

Oh, jeezus. Now her only possible link got hit by a car. Because of course she did.

And they found clues at her house that link the cave to some dead kid who she saw but no one else saw. Okay. I’m calling it. Unless this movie has some major twist, I cannot imagine better than an 80.

Okay. So it’s not following the original tropes I thought it was, but now it feels like it’s following a possessed house theme.

Oh, no. Now it’s just, “Believe there are ghosts and you’ll see the ghosts!” I hate that.

Well, at least she found the bones of the other kids at the orphanage. If I were her, I’d be feeling extra lucky that I was adopted before this shit happened.

Prop the door open, lady! What a horrible idea to hang out in a little closet with little ghost children running around.

Dude, I could’ve told her that kid died down there. That child was HIV positive living in a basement for 9 months without his meds. That boy clearly did not survive.

But there IS a kind of twist! Okay. I’m okay with that. This is far more acceptable than, “She was just nuts all along la-di-dah.”

Okay. Final thoughts? I thought this was going to score much lower. It uses a lot of different types of horror tropes that mislead the watcher a bit. Is this a possession story? Is this a revenge story? Is it a “She was driven insane by the loss of her child so no one will believe her” story? What?

I liked the ending. I think ending it any other way would’ve been obnoxious and ridiculous. I like that she made the choice rather than the ghosts killing her or something in the house killing her. I’d recommend this one. It was interesting throughout; it didn’t have a million annoying jump scares; it was just interesting all the way through. Did a good job of holding my attention and genuinely kept me wondering, “So where the hell IS this kid!? Where’d the put him?!”

I do still hate that you had to believe in them to see them, though. That’s the most annoying thing.

ESE: 87/100

50 +5 for super cool wallpaper-rip opening credits -5 for the weird old lady jog +5 for the treasure hunt -5 for slapping Simón +10 for the medium scene -5 for “You have to believe in them to see them” bullshit +2 for mouse +5 for the little doll party +5 for the opening credits foreshadowing +10 for the excellent ending and not ending up ultra-predictable and lame

#The Orphanage #thriller #drama #mystery #horror #suspense #fantasy #Belén Rueda #Fernando Cayo #Roger Príncep #Mabel Rivera #Montserrat Carulla #Andrés Gertrúdix #Edgar Vivar #Carla Gordillo #Óscar Casas #Mireia Renau #Georgina Avellaneda #movies #films #review #world record #guillermo del toro

[fleckcmscott]

Watch What Happens - Chapter 1

Summary: Arthur, an aspiring comedian, has struggled to find normalcy and compassion his entire life. Y/N, a hard-working paralegal and transplant to Gotham, has just been put on a case for the Wayne Foundation. When they meet, unexpected sparks fly.

Chapter warning: Angst

Words: 2,004

Long A/N: This story was inspired by a few things: the beautiful character of Arthur Fleck; Todd Phillips asking (on a podcast) how Arthur's life might have changed if someone had put a hand on his shoulder; and reviews in which people asked some variation of the following question: "What would a put together woman like Sophie be doing with Arthur?" (That one really gets me - everyone deserves normalcy and happiness.)

"Watch What Happens" follows the timeline of the movie, with twists on some major events, and added ones.

It's been over 10 years since I've written prose that wasn't something technical or a screenplay, so I'm rusty. I popped out the 120 page draft of this story in four weeks, and am working through the second and third drafts. I'm both terrified and excited to share this with all of you!

Arthur took a long drag off his cigarette as he absorbed his counselor’s last question. The ticking clock on the wall, the fluorescent lights beating down on him, the uncomfortable closeness of the room - none were helping him come up with an answer. What did she want to hear? He seemed to get the same response no matter what he said. “Work is okay. I had a sign-spinning job this week.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Counselor Kane asked.

The memory of the beating he endured made him anxious. Stress built in his torso. His abdominal muscles twitched as he tensed. He already dreaded the fit he knew was coming. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard to hold back. Laughter tore its way through his throat, piercing his own ears. Reaching across his chest, he attempted to stifle the guffaws. He’d been told before that changing positions was supposed to help. It didn’t seem to this time.

Eventually, each gale became quieter, transforming into coughing, then a few quiet chokes as he regained a semblance of control. Had he enjoyed being beaten up by a bunch of teenagers and yelled at by passersby? Not really. “It was fine.”

He watched as she made notes, studying the stacks of papers and files on her desk. He knew he wasn’t giving her a lot to work with this week. But he was exhausted. Starting counseling eight months earlier hadn’t been his idea. After being released from Arkham, he’d been mandated to go to therapy once a week. It was hard to be enthusiastic about it.  Most of the time he didn’t think it helped. He was still as isolated, as anonymous as before. The negative thoughts continued.

But he kept trying. 

After a few moments of silence, he asked a question of his own. “Is it just me, or is it getting crazier out there?” He met her look for the first time this session.

A grim expression came across her face as she gave a nod. “It is certainly tense. People are upset. They’re struggling, looking for work. These are tough times.” She continued writing. “How about you? Have you been keeping up with your journal?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered meekly.

“Great. Did you bring it with you?”

He stiffened, lips puffing at his cigarette. A smile came across his face but didn’t reach his eyes. If he’d thought she wanted to read his journal, he would have left it at home. He’d assumed it would be private.

She didn’t seem impressed. “Arthur, last time I asked you to bring your journal with you for these appointments. Can I see it?”

He squeezed his hands together and ran them over his thighs, trying to convince them to stop bouncing. He was certain she wasn’t going to let this go. Might as well get this over with. A slight chuckle escaped him as he turned to reach into his jacket pocket.

“I’ve been using it as a - as a journal. But also a joke diary?” Reluctantly, he handed the folded, spiral notebook over. “Funny thoughts or observations.” He looked down, then, knowing what she’d find in there. “I think I told you I’m pursuing a career in stand-up comedy.”

She flipped through the tattered pages. “No you didn’t,” she said.

He paused. She didn’t remember that? “I think I did.” He noticed she hadn’t flinched once. Maybe the pornography he had pasted in there wasn’t so bad.  

Kane stopped and glanced at him before reading aloud. “’I just hope my death makes more sense than my life.’”

An eyebrow raised as he huffed, a corner of his mouth lifting. She’d wanted him to write how he felt, right? That about summed it up.

She seemed concerned, but merely closed the journal and gave it back to him. “How does it feel to have to come here? Does it help to have someone to talk to?”

Arthur furrowed his brow as he exhaled another cloud of smoke. “I think I felt better when I was locked up in the hospital,” he said.

“And have you thought more about why you were locked up?”

He did his best to recall, though his memory of that time was fragmented. White walls, a straitjacket, no shoelaces. He remembered a window in the door of the observation room and ramming his head into it. “Who knows…” he sighed. He watched as Kane started packing up his file. “I was wondering if you could ask the doctor to increase my medication.”

She took out a list and read it over. “Arthur, you’re on seven different medications.” She raised her shoulders slightly. “Surely they must be doing something.

His eyes softened, letting down his guard for a moment. “I just don’t want to feel so bad anymore.”

~~~~~

Arthur stood in line at the pharmacy, hand playing with the keys in his pocket. He browsed the nearby stand with office supplies. More pens would be good - he tended to go through ink quickly with all the scribbles in his journal - but he doubted he had enough change for both them and his co-pays. They’d have to be picked up later.

Once he was up, he stepped to the laminate counter. “Hi, my name’s Arthur Fleck. I have three prescriptions to pick-up?” He handed his Gothamcare card to the pharmacist, who gave it a glance. The medications were $2.50 each. After paying, he said a quick “Thank you.” The pharmacist turned his attention to the next person.

Arthur exited the pharmacy, starting the fifteen minute trek home. As he walked, he thought about what he would do that evening. His back was still sore from the kicks it’d received after being jumped. A hot shower would help soothe the aches, but he wasn’t sure when he could fit it in.

He was already arriving home later than usual because of work. The oven would have to be preheated, as he could prepare his mother’s nightly TV dinner. Watching “Live with Murray Franklin” was a must. And he wanted to work on his comedy routine. He knew he was getting close to having a really good set. The shower could wait until morning.

He trudged up the concrete stairs near his building. Every step became heavier as he ascended. Why should you be wary of stairs? They’re always up to something! When a new joke came to him like that, he always felt a little better. He’d have to repeat it to himself until he had a chance to write it down.

After entering his apartment complex, he shuffled to the mail room and checked the box labeled “P. Fleck.” It was as empty as the run-down lobby he stood in. He went into the rickety elevator and repeatedly pressed the button for the eighth floor.

As soon as he entered the one-bedroom apartment, his mother called to him. “Happy, did you check the mail before you came up?”

Wincing, he took off his jacket and hung it on the hook. “Yeah, mom. Nothing.” He entered the dimly illuminated galley kitchen and went to the freezer. The meal he grabbed was the first one he saw, and he started the oven. While it pre-heated, he examined his new prescription bottles. He popped one open and took a tablet. Then he finally got a chance to write down the joke he’d come up with.

When the meal was done he took it into his mother’s, Penny’s, softly lit bedroom. He’d made it nice and neat for her, on a tray with cutlery and a napkin. She was sitting up in the double-bed against the headboard, waiting. He set the tray down over her legs and carefully cut the meatloaf for her.

She watched his movements. “He must not be getting my letters,” she said.

This again. She’d been going on and on about the Waynes for years. Annoyingly, her fixation had become more intense over the past few months. “It’s Thomas Wayne, mom. He’s a busy man.”

Penny shook her head dismissively. “Please. I worked for that family for years. The least he could do is write back.”

Arthur pursed his lips and gave a curt nod. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss this tonight. “Here. Don’t get all worked up. Eat.” Before sitting on the chair next to the vanity, he handed her the fork and patted her cheek. “You need to eat,” he said.

He could see his mother pointing at him with her fork out of the corner of his eye. “You need to eat. Look at how skinny you are,” she said. He ignored her concern, smoothing his brown, mid-length hair back and releasing a breath.

When he turned to her, she appeared content. “He’ll make a great mayor,” she said confidently. “Everybody says so.”

He studied her before answering. “Oh yeah?” he said, his voice adopting a playful tone. “Everybody who? Who do you talk to?”

She motioned towards the TV. “Well, everybody on the news.” Her voice became adamant. “He’s the only one who can save this city. He owes it to us.”

Arthur looked at the floor, raising his eyebrows.

At the sound of a certain familiar theme emanating from the television, Penny patted the side of the bed. “Come sit. It’s starting.”

He smiled. “Yay, Murray.” Reaching behind him, he turned off the table lamp. He hurried to his usual spot, the left side of the bed, and took off his shoes. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, quickly becoming lost in the show. He’d been watching “Live! With Murray Franklin” for as long as he could remember. The colors of the curtain, every note the band played, the beats between Murray’s jokes - he knew it all.

The excited energy of the audience surrounded him. His lungs were filled with the studio air conditioning. It took all his strength not to jump with excitement as his idol entered the stage. He tried to settle for a standing ovation - it didn’t work. He couldn’t stop himself from shouting, “I love you, Murray!”

The house lights went up and Murray squinted into the crowd. Arthur looked around before realizing Murray was talking directly to him. He’d picked him out of the crowd. The spotlight was on him in a flash. Arthur introduced himself, stammering when he said he lived with his mother. When the audience laughed at him, Murray came to his defense. Of course he had - he knew what it was like to struggle.

At first, when Murray called him down to join him on stage, Arthur resisted. But as the audience demand grew stronger, he had no choice but to relent. A wide smile crossed his face as he descended the stairs to stand shoulder to shoulder with Murray. Murray’s hand was warm when he took Arthur’s and lifted his arm in a cheer.

“That was great, Arthur! I loved hearing what you had to say. You made my day.” Murray told him.

Arthur’s voice was quiet when he answered in disbelief. “Thanks, Murray.”

Murray gestured with his arm towards the studio. “You see all this? The lights, the show, the audience, all that stuff.” He held Arthur square in his gaze, hand on his shoulder. “I’d give it all up in a heartbeat to have a kid like you.”

A lump formed in Arthur’s throat. He couldn’t speak. Murray understood in an instant and pulled him in for a hug. Relief washed over Arthur as he relaxed into the embrace.

The warmth Arthur felt went away, and he found himself back in his shabby apartment. He looked over his shoulder to his mother, who was spooning mashed potatoes into her mouth. As much as he loved Penny, as much as he enjoyed watching Murray with her, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was all his life was going to be. When he thought of the likely answer, he closed his eyes, feeling emptier than ever.

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#arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck fanfic #arthur fleck x ofc #arthur fleck #joker 2019 #arthur fleck x female reader #watchwhathappens

[actual-corpse]

For some strange reason (I fucking know the reason, I'm just a dumb ho in denial) I've been experiencing a huge [and fluctuating] depressive episode <it's been like, 4 weeks lol> and like, since my birthday I've been on the verge of tears and I never wanna eat *but I do anyway 'cause my body won't let my brain kill it /thanks such body😘/* and like today I was talking about feeling hella guilty because I know things need to get done and I just can't

And basically all this is to say "I have an appointment with a therapist (in February, yay private insurance THANKS AMERICA 😍) but now I feel... like, stupid for it? Like I don't need/deserve it? I don't understand? Wtf?"

I know I need it and I deserve to feel better but like ? I grew up having that stuff stigmatized and it's just weird and I'm afraid that I'll quit getting the help I deserve because I didn't get better fast enough or everything felt impersonal or that I'm wasting someone else's valuable time and like, I just don't want a repeat of what happened with the University's counseling where I just felt bad and uncared for and whatever and I just quit seeing them after my first actual session.

#it's a bit of a story #im a fucking mess #and like #some of my messiness is endearing #but like #the mental illness aspect is off-putting #and for good reason #and i understand #how it can bring people down #and make those who aren't equipped to deal with it #or those who don't understand it #very uncomfortable #im lucky #my roommates understand and we all help each other #but I wanna be a better foundation #ya know? #personal info #sorry #im also hoping to handle some of my trauma #its starting to really effect my life #fuck American Healthcare #my body really do be coming in clutch #it like #overrides my brain and says #nope. sorry. we live. not sorry actually #it gets exhausting sometimes #its nice tho

[runfast-runfar]

Quarantine Days

7/9/20

✨Woke up at 7:30 for a track workout. I changed up my speed workout to focus on mile repeat, not 200 meter dashes. So I did a tempo mile warm up, and then ran 3 miles at sun 8 min pace. My comfortable pace is 8:20-8:40 min/mi so I opted to aim for a minute faster and I ended up hitting that almost perfectly!!

So so happy!

My 5k time with the miles 2-4 (versus the mile 1 which was slower) was 22:12! Yay for that!

✨Yesterday was a rough day, my family and I went to a memorial service (shiva) for a family who’s son was killed in a car accident on Sunday. I babysat for him and his sister when I was in middle school/high school, and it was a beautiful, but heart wrenching service.

✨And then after that thea had her next vet follow up and her blood count isn’t where we’d like it to be, and on top of that she has a nasty ear infection in her left ear.

It was just a rough day all around.

✨But I got a good nights sleep, and it’s a new day today.

Had that great run this morning, and then ate breakfast in the backyard with Thea chilling in her tent 🥰

My go to breakfast lately has been “just egg” scrambled “eggs” and ciabatta bread :) Mmm so so good!

✨I have two classes today, the first at 10:40 and then the next at 1:10. Then at 5:10 I have my counseling appointment which is so bittersweet bc I only have 3 sessions left with her before it’s all over :(

I love betsy and am so going to miss her 😓

✨Anyway, I hope you’re all healthy and safe 💕

#me #life #personal #runner #running #vegan #recovery #mental health #college #health

[enchantingkittengaditor]

Living In Our Minds | Carry On  ~ Padamé

“So, you need a service dog and I need to partially relearn how to walk. And Lukey here has found his birth parents but isn’t sure if he actually wants to meet them. How much more screwed up could this family get?” I asked my siblings.

“I’m here!” Taylor shouted entering the living room.

“That’s your answer, Padamé,” Leia said laughing.

“I heard that, but your not wrong. All we need now is mum to come-” I said before I was cut off.

“Don’t you dare finish that thought. She’s tried to claim she can cure my epilepsy and cancer through vibes and aloe vera. Twice this week alone and it’s still Monday.”

“Ahh, the insanity of aunt Gwen. How I don’t miss that while in New York. You know Joe’s family is actually normal,” Taylor said eating some of the chips on the table.

“I wonder what that feels like?” I asked her.

“I have no clue. Maybe Luke can tell us. If he ever actually meets them,” Leia said looking at our unusually silent brother.

“I will. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Relax you don’t have to decide now. Anyway ask your fuck buddy for advice,” Leia said confusing us all, “What he lives at home and the walls aren’t completely soundproof much to my disgust. Plus he’s around way too much to just be your best friend. And the way you look at each other is more than just friends.”

“Is our little Lukey fucking his best friend?” Taylor asked Luke.

“Maybe. But I’d rather not talk about it. Or my sexuality before you ask Leia,” Luke told us.

“I was just going to ask if I was actually correct. And what the time was,” Leia informed him.

“Two-thirty, why?” Luke told her.

“I have to go. I have acting and singing class,” She said with a dramatic flair.

“Really?” Taylor asked.

“God no. I have a doctor’s appointment and a study session at a friend’s house. So I’ll see you all later. Luke, can you pick me up later,” She said picking up her bag from the end of the sofa and leaving the room, peering around the corner of the door.

“Sure your friend Patrick’s right?” He said as she disappeared.

“Yes! I’ll see you all at Taylor’s concert!” She shouted back to us.

“Love you!” We shouted back.

“She thinks I’m screwing my best friend. While I know she’s screwing hers,” Luke said to us.

“What’s this about Leia and screwing?” Ryan said as he and dad walked into the living room.

“I don’t want you to know. Any of you. Maybe Padamé.”

“What you scared your daughter’s going to end up having sex with her best friend, uncle Hugh?” Taylor asked dad.

“I’m married to your aunt, Taylor. Nothing really scares me anymore. Trust me. All I’m scared about is Leia getting hurt by someone she truly cares about. Or her mother actually stopping her from going to the hospital. Ok maybe I have two fears,” Dad said to us all.

“Both are rational fears. And have you ever thought about marriage counselling?” Ryan asked him.

“Have you seen her Netflix show?”

“No, but Blake did and… I see your point. Maybe family counselling?”

“I’d rather go on a goop trip,” I said.

“I’d rather go to spacewalk without the spacesuit,” Luke said.

“I’d rather get eaten by I tiger and then thrown up and eaten by a shark,” Taylor said.

“I’d rather screw her and have another kid,” Dad said to him, “Which reminds me. Pads are you planning on using your room soon?”

“Please tell me mum isn’t pregnant, we don’t need a Kylo, Rey or Finn running around. Neither do you,” Luke said.

“No, she isn’t and if she is it’s not mine.”

“TMI!!” we all screamed at him together.

“She’s been in Atlanta for six months filming, I think we’d know by now if she was. And I don’t think we’d have another star wars name if she was.”

“That’d wreck the whole premise of us all.”

“Taylor, can we go to your place?” I asked her.

“Yup and we can continue our discussion on little Lukey,” Taylor said as Luke groaned.

“Do I have to?”

“Your mother’s getting home in 20 minutes, with some of her friends from work.”

“Which work?”

“GOOP,” Dad told us.

“Can we run?” Luke asked

“Yup!” Me and Taylor told him.

“Do you want us to come to the door with you?” I asked Luke as we drove up to Leia’s friend’s house.

“I can handle ringing a doorbell and asking for my sister,” Luke said to me.

“Sure you can…”

“I’ve had one drink Pads. That’s all. I’m fine. You have to worry about making sure Taylor isn’t too drunk to go on stage. Her fans are terrifying,” Luke told me looking at a slightly loopy Taylor in the back seat.

“I’ve got the expert on it. Right, Sophie?” I said turning to the back seat.

“I’m feeding her as many sandwiches as I can without ruining her vocal cords.”

“Joe?” Luke asked her.

“Kevin.”

“I’m going now.”

“COOL!” I yelled back at him, “He’s going to mess this up.”

“You looked in the file?” Sophie asked.

“Yeah everyone thought I was too loopy to do anything. I saw the parents’ photo and I’ve met these guys. So he just can’t find out,” I told her as Taylor seemed to come more and more out of her drunken state.

“You think they’ll recognize him?” Taylor asked.

“Maybe or maybe they’ll recognize him from the movies or…”

“Maybe they won’t and when he finds out he’ll be devastated that they were this close but just out of reach,” Taylor finished my thoughts, “Does he know their last name’s Holland?”

“No, he doesn’t,” Leia says taking her seat next to Taylor.

“What are Luke and your friend’s dad possibly talking about?” Sophie asked her.

“They’re talking about beer.”

“You knew?” Sophie asked.

“I heard a fight between Dom and Nikki a few weeks ago and I heard something about another child. And so with some quick googling, I figured it out. It wasn’t that hard,” Leia shrugged, “Also Sophie because you’re my cool sister-adjacent person and mum said I could get away with murder at the moment so… can I get my nose pierced?”

“First, thank you for calling me your sister. Second, your mother said murder not getting a nose piercing. Third, ask your actual sister and if she says yes I’ll go with you after the concert,” Sophie told her.

“I say do you have proof she said you could get away with anything and if so then yes,” I told her.

“I have a voice recording and given that much, to my dismay, she’s registered as my primary caregiver her word out ways dads. Also is Taylor drunk before her concert?” I told Leia before turning to Sophie as Luke got in the car.

“Yes, she is.”

“Cool.”

“Hey, Luke, enjoy bro talk?” I asked.

“Yes and Taylor can they come tonight? I may have promised them they could,” Luke said getting in the car.

“Honestly, I’m too drunk to care so sure.”

“I love drunk Taylor,” Leia said.

“Everyone does doll,” Taylor said dramatically.

“Drunk Tayor is the best Taylor by far. Although high Taylor is a contender,” Luke said to us.

“Taylor, what’s high Luke like?” I asked my cousin seated behind me as I pulled out onto the road.

“Fabulous darling absolutely fabulous. He starts flirting with Haz and Joe and even kissed Haz once. He goes fabulously open out of the closet and I love it. Watching him is fun. Now I’m ready for my concert,” Taylor flashed her arms wide.

“This is going to be interesting…”

“That my dear is the understatement of the century,” Taylor laughed.

“Oh god. What have we done?” Sophie said.

“I don’t know. Taylor, can you sing along with the radio for a few moments?” I asked her through the rearview mirror.

“Yay! Music!” Taylor said before she started singing.

“She knows the words at least,” Luke said to us all.

“She’s doing better than me,” Leia said from the back.

“Maybe we should call someone on her team?” Luke asked.

“I’ll call aunty Andrea and tell her what’s going on. Luke, could you call Joe? Sophie, can you handle Karlie?” Leia said to us.

“Sure,” They told her.

“Sorry guys my cousins took me to a pub before the concert and I got a little drunk so if I get the words wrong please correct me. So please just let me live. So London make some noise!

“We can go drivin' in, on my scooter,” Taylor stated singing as I pushed Luke onto the stage with the mic.

“Uh, you know, just riding in London Alright,” Luke sang walking onto the stage the crowd roared when they saw him.

“I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey,” Taylor sang again.

“But something happened, I heard him laughing, I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent,” Luke sang before they stated singing together.

“He’s thinking about Haz, he has to be,” I said to Leia as we danced in the wings.

BANG!!!!!!!!

“Shit everyone get down!” I yelled backstage grabbing Sophie and Leia as we dived to the floor.

After a round went off and security got the guy we walked onto the stage to see the carnage. What we saw forever changed us.

Leia couldn’t breathe or even stand, shaking like a chihuahua.

Sophie screamed like a banshee.

I shouted like my life depended on it.

Mum cried like she’d never shed a tear before

And Dad punched the shooter when security brought him around.

Aunt Andrea was stood like a statue like many of the other people backstage.

What the hell had just happened was the one thing everyone was thinking.

#emilia clarke #tom holland #hugh jackman #gwyenth paltrow #family #friends #london #fame!au #fame #kinda an original #living in our minds

[lifewithmarah]

Light

This is my attempt to bring in the light today. It’s been really really dark lately. The weather has been ridiculously horrible the past week. Winter has come, indeed. But the darkness of the winter hasn’t visited my soul today, which is quite surprising since I didn’t get much sleep last night. I’ve been up since 2 am because anxiety happened. Yay! But today wasn’t as bad as I expected it would be. It has been interesting. I’m amazed that I’m still standing. Figuratively. Albeit sleep deprived, I was finding ways to win.

Second session of counselling went all good. Another painting added to the collection. And I’m off to water Joy (my plant) in a few minutes, and a quick yoga session waiting after.

Who would’ve thought it’s possible to see the light even in the darkest day. I guess it’s not the adjustment of the sight we need, it’s the shift in perspective.

#100daysofstories #life #inspiration #faith #painting #art

[wolfpawn]

Life is a Game of Risks, Chapter 48

Chapter Summary - Alexianna is considering Daniel's words when she receives some mail that shocks her. Luckily Tom, though away, is there via the phone to listen to her and offer advice

TRIGGERS - Past domestic abuse, Past emotional abuse, Past sexual abuse.

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For longer than she cared to admit, Alexianna considered Daniel's comments regarding Oliver.

She could not comprehend how Daniel would welcome the man back into his life after he abandoned them when they needed a father. She thought to her counselling sessions, the ones specifically regarding the male influences and indeed role models in her life, or as was brutally honest, the severe lack of said role models. There was a correlation between her lack of father figure and her subsequent relationship with Jonathan in which she had accepted abusive and negative behaviour from him. It was not the sole reason, which she knew, but it was a notable part of the overall picture.

Tom, on more than one occasion, pointed out that Daniel was simply the polar opposite of her reaction to the situation, and in many ways, also understandable. He more than likely was hoping to make up for the lost relationship with his father during childhood. Both approaches, he stated diplomatically, were completely comprehensible and neither sibling was in any way wrong for their feelings on the matter.

Daniel spoke to her a bit with regards what he and Oliver discussed when they met up, Oliver, now living in York, went to Edinburgh when Daniel was off the ships to talk with his son. Alexianna listened to her brother but never said much on the matter. When Daniel pushed her for an answer as to whether she wished to speak to their father or not, Alexianna would find a way to change the topic of conversation with him and on mentioning Hampstead Hill, she would find a reason to cease speaking altogether.

Lily was no longer having the same issues with Shawn, thankfully, but she was still not overly happy with her daughter's teacher and neither was her teacher pleased with her and it was showing. It left Alexianna in something of a predicament, she wanted Lily to have the best education but she was terrified at what Oliver would expect in return. Then she thought of Tom's offer. In all honesty, of the two, she would be more open to Tom's proposal to pay than her father's as she knew that Tom was offering out of love for Lily and genuine concern for her wellbeing and love, Oliver's motives were anyone's guess as far as she was concerned.

She spoke with her counsellor regarding it in her next session. He delved into it all with her and attempted to assist her in uncovering what was bothering her so greatly in the situation. They both knew her father's lack of being there for her growing up was a pinnacle reason for her wariness to everything, but Mr Barrow also tried to see if there were other reasons for it, noting her anger at her father's remarrying, not because she held any ill against him for finding happiness but for the fact he chose a wife that specifically chose not to have children. She respected that was a personal choice for her stepmother, a term that her therapist used and caused her to shudder such were her preconceived notions of such a title, but it caused her to wonder if her father regretted being a father and made her feel rejected even further by him. It was hurtful enough that Oliver left them and never returned due to not wanting to deal with Marie but the idea he had never wanted children, that made her feel even more rejected by him and of course, behind it all, she worried for Lily.

Tom left for a week to deal with an event he was part of, leaving Alexianna to deal with her concerns, work and Lily, something she was becoming more comfortable and confident in. Even with the increased workload of her job and college course, Alexianna was finding it easier to do everything as a result of her dealing with her past and feeling better in herself as a person. She still had doubts, her scarred arm caused her to feel some self-conscious thoughts but overall, her achievements, her loving relationship with a man that allowed her to be her own person and respected her personal space and expected the same and help to raise Lily meant she was able to grow, both personally and as a mother. She always loved Lily with all of her heart but did not show it as much as she wanted to as she tried to learn how to love herself and express it. Her happier attitude transferred to her interactions with Lily also.

While going home from work on the bus, she looked out the window. Elena, a lovely English language student who needed a few hours work while she completed her course, had become Lily's new minder while Alexianna worked. Tom spent what time he could with her also but there was a need for someone else to pick up the times they could not and Elena was perfect since Rebecca moved to Manchester. She also taught a very eager Lily some Spanish, something Alexianna was delighted about. She spoke French and Latin as well as English and Welsh so she liked her daughter embracing foreign languages.

When she arrived home, she was attacked for hugs in the hallway. “Hey, Princess.”

“Hi Mommy.” Lily cuddled into her as she walked into the kitchen carrying her daughter in her arms. “I had a silly day today.”

“Tell me about it.” She smiled as she said a quick hello to Elena also.

“We went to the park.”

Alexianna knew that already, having signed a consent form for her daughter to be allowed do so. “And what did you see in the park?”

“Ducks.”

“Very exciting.”

“Can I tell Daddy?”

“I will contact him and see if he able to talk.” She smiled, taking out her phone, frowning at the cracked screen, having been in a slight disagree with gravitational pull. She texted Tom and left her phone on the counter as she took out the few groceries she had acquired also before thanking Elena for handing her some post. At first, she scanned them, some junk mail, a “to the occupier” from the council and finally a letter for “The parents of Lily D. Hughes” letter. Alexianna looked at the letter for a moment. It was a thick A4 size one but it was the postmark that gave it away. The stamp of the illustrious girl's school told her who sent it. Opening it, she wondered why it had arrived.

Just as she was about to remove the paperwork from the package, her phone rang.

“Mommy, Daddy is calling.” Lily chirped as Alexianna placed down the letter. She lifted her daughter onto the countertop and answered the phone, placing it to Lily's ear. “Daddy.” She giggled.

“Hello, Princess. You sound very happy.”

“I miss you, Daddy.”

“I miss you terribly too. I wish I was able to give you a big cuddle.” Tom's voice was sincere. “Tell me about your day.”

“We went to the park and we sawed ducks.” She informed him. “And we feeded them, but not bread acause that is not good for them, Daddy and I sawed doggies and they were chasing each other and we had so much fun.” She informed him.

“I am jealous.” Tom declared, earning giggles from Lily. “Are you excited for your birthday next week?”

“Yes.” Lily cheered loudly. “You'll be home, won't you Daddy?”

“I am home in two days, my beautiful girl.” He promised. “So do not fret, I will be there.”

“Yay!”

“Where's your Mum, Princess?”

“She's holding the phone to my ear and making sure that I don't fall from the counter, Daddy.” Lily informed him.

“Okay, Princess, I will send you a big hug and kiss through Baloo and I will just talk to Mummy for a minute, alright?”

"Okay, Daddy. Bye bye, I love you.”

“I love you too, Lily.” His smile was audible through the phone.

Alexianna let Lily off the counter before putting the phone to her ear. “Hey, Tom.”

“Darling, is everything alright?”

“I'm not sure.”

“Talk to me, Lexi. Is it therapy, work?”

“No, I just...I think Lily has just received another prospectus from Hampstead Hill.”

“You think?”

“I was opening it when you called, but yes, I think she has, it looks like one.”

“Open it and see.” Tom listened to the sound of paper moving around then silence. “Lexi?”

“I…”

“Lexi?”

“Dear Ms Hughes, we are delighted that your daughter, Lily Diana Hughes will be joining us in Hampstead Hill at the beginning of her reception year, this coming September. We thank you for choosing our school for your daughter's education and I can assure you, Hampstead Hill will endeavour to bring out the very best in your child. Please find enclosed….Did you do this?” There was no answer. “Tom, did you do this?”

“No... I...no, I had nothing to do with this.” Tom promised, slightly startled by what Alexianna had just read to him. “Do you think Oliver…?”

“Who else could have done it, Tom?” she challenged, her anger increasing. “I am going to kill Daniel.”

“Why?”

“How else would this have happened, Tom? Oliver shouldn't know her name, I...does he have my address?” She asked worriedly, rushing up the stairs to prevent Lily hearing such a conversation, not wanting the little girl to see her stress.

“Alexianna, I don't want to anger you, Darling, but I don't think him having your address requires such panic, he is not as bad as Jonathan.” Tom placated. “If you want nothing to do with him, it's not ideal, but it's not like he can walk up to the front door; you, Elena or I have to let him in, so don't fret, my Darling. Also, remember the school hàve your address, I was in contact with them, remember?”

“But...you gave your address.”

“I gave yours also, they needed it, so he could very well not know it.” He placated. “I think when you have settled slightly, you need to speak to Daniel.” He suggested.

“Yeah, I...I'm not sure about this, Tom. I don't want to owe Oliver for anything...I don't want anything to do with him.”

“We will talk to Daniel, and see what he says, alright?” Tom urged. “But for now, relax.”

“Tom…”

“Lexi, you are annoyed and you and I know that if you talk to Daniel now, you will get angry and you love your brother, you don't want to argue with him.”

“I don't want this. I don't want Oliver to pay for this.”

“Will I send him a reimbursement?” Tom offered.

“No because I don't want anyone paying this money for her.”

“Why not, Darling?”

“Because it's not fair on you, I am not going out with you to fund Lily, this relationship is uneven enough without…”

“Okay, I am going to have to stop you there, Lexi “ Tom stated calmly. “A relationship does not have to be fifty-fifty when one is in a different financial position to another. You give me so much, I cannot put into words my happiness when I am with you, and that little girl. Alexianna, I love you both so intensely and you both give me unconditional love and respect in return and to be honest, I feel unworthy. Your additions to my life have so much more than financial worth.”

“But I don't want money from you, I want you, I want our cuddles, our conversations, our intimacy, that sort of thing.”

“That is why I am so invested in this, Lexi, because you don't want money and other such things. But is why I am so willing to do this too, I want to help Lily achieve everything she can in life.”

Alexianna sighed, uncertain of what to say. She wanted nothing more than to have Lily have the best of everything, as most parents would, but uncertain that she could take it.

#Life is a Game of Risks #chapter 48 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic

[bunniesandbeheadings]

Good news!

My sister has also gotten out of my lying sack of shit father’s house. 

Yesterday, his rumor mill said that I was upset that his new youthful girlfriend who-is-my-age-and-just-like-me-that-he-likes-because-she-is-so-much-like-me because I’ve secretly always wanted him, (Jerry Springer’s greatest hits over here)

Today, he’s dialed it back, and now I’m upset and ran away because I was being a wild loose woman who? wanted to drive at night on Saturday evenings to go to DnD? and he didn’t want me to. Which,,, I mean, he dialed it back but what a shift in strategy on his end in 24-hours. 

((Really my complaint was that my father would never, ever let me leave the house without a male escort in my boyfriend and I still don’t know why my boyfriend was okay?)) 

Also, fun fact: Apparently my driving alone at night was Super Srs Business but my sister moving into a house with strangers who he has never met? He hasn’t even asked any questions about who they are and has been focused 100% on My Antics. Because he wanted me, apparently. He hasn’t even noticed or commented on how the other daughter ran too. 

“Never have I been so happy to be the ugly sister,” my sister quipped when shit went down. And she’s not ugly by any stretch (we look identical but I wear more makeup so) but damn yeah it’s true 

My father’s youthful girlfriend, meanwhile, was in contact with my sister and after being warned he was a predator was all ‘so what should i do? do you want me to run?’ and my sister was like, lol, i mean he is a predator and you gotta keep yourself safe so you should probably run but if you know what he is, what to keep an eye out for, and you just want want to use him financially? Stay safe but you do you.

 Scam everyone, even your sociopathic sugar daddy 

(I wouldn’t advise that route as it seems dangerous, but it does, fact, remain an option if she wants to roll the dice. And considering she does seem to lack a lot of financial support, she might need a nest egg before she runs? I don’t know, it’s in her court.)

Also, my sister’s church is paying for me to have five free counseling sessions with a secular psychologist to deal with all this mess. So! Yay! These people don’t even know me but my sister was just ‘so here’s what happened’ and you will be amazed at how many people you have on your side when your father is doing something that is wrong

#bunny's frev problems #more drama from my narcissist of a father #incest cw

[ruffiorocks]

Glee season 4 episode 5 Will is an emotional manipulator!

Sooo first off Finn is having a pity party, he thinks working for Burt in the tire shop is somehow degrading? Even though if I remember correctly last season Burt was talking about letting him run the place. Finn also makes a joke about wanting to be crushed by a car in front of ARTIE of all people!

Oh look the graduates are back at the school again, that's not creepy at all. So glad Sue eventually points this out down the line!

Will and Emma are having a counseling session with Coach Beaste of all people? Will opens being the jack ass he is and starts talking about the arts being underfunded, Emma says she isn't disputing that and Will looks pissed off that she's even dared to have a difference of opinion. He doesn't even let her finish talking, before he ends her sentance for her saying their relationship with grow through this experience and it isn't just a oxne in a lifetime opportunity for him but for both of them, and that Emma is dismissing this. Emma says she feels Will assumes she is just going to drop everything and play the part of the dutiful 1950e housewife. While Emma is saying this, the same thing she said last time Will isnt even hiding the fact he is rolling his eyes ans isn't interested in what she had to say. Even though this is quite literally what he expected her to do the last time they discussed this.

Emma talks about how her life, her dreams are somehow secondary to his and he is STILL rolling eyes and scoffing at her every word.

Beaste makes some sport analogy, and compares the relationship to her and her ex, but that was a realationship with physical abuse which isn't the same thing. But she does tell them to take a step back

Emma opens her mouth to talk and Will cuts her off once again, and OH he's admitting he made a mistake when they first talked about it. No he's being the 'nice guy' again and asking her not to look sad and is declaring his love for her, "no matter where we go or what we do I want us to be together, this time its Washington, next time it's anywhere you want to go'. This isn't Will being 'nice' or admitting he was wrong, this is emotional manipulation and him trying to get what he wants because he just can't see past his own desires.

He then says 'im asking my partner ,my equal partner to join me? Will you consider it?" This is just more emotional manipulation and he makes sure there is an audience in Beaste, so it's real hard for Emma to say no, she says yes and you can see she isn't happy about it at all, but Will is to happy he got what he wanted to even notice. Thankfully Beaste HAS noticed! At least someone has!

Other notes:

Marley, sweet angel Marley tells Wade 'Unique' she's in the girls bathroom, but Wade says she sits when she pees and Marley is instantly 💯 % fine with with this. Wade says she ways to play Rizzo, ans drag isn't just an act to her, Marley again is 💯% on board with this. Unfortunately Sue is there 😑.

Hahahaha Sue can't find a bad name for Marley and resorts to 'absolutey stunning, kind, faced blue eyed girl".

Ok, so Sue calls Wade a boy and isn't on board with her playing Rizzo. But wasn't it Sue just last season that wanted Kurt to dress up like a woman for Nationals because Wade has dressing up like a woman? I feel this is a little out of character for Sue, and they just reverted back to her being prejudice so they could someone against Wade. I won't even go into the horrible rant about gender, being trans, being in drag etc that Sue launches into because it's horrible, out of character even for Sue and I'm willing to bet wouldn't be allowed to be said today.

Wade and Marley singing P!nk 😍😍 Marley's 'rock look' is amazing and I wish we had seen more of it.

Naww Ryder is lovely to Marley, who is immediately lovely to him. Ryder is also the second person (aside from Marley) who speaks of her mother with respect. Ryder also immediately doesn't give a crap about Kitty, unlike Jake who dated her regardless of how awful she was to Marley.

Jake only auditions for the musical with the very person who is making Marley's life hell because he can't stand the fact Marley could be into the actual nice guy Ryder. He uses the pretence that it's to stop Kitty killing Marley but he's really just creepy and possessive.

Also...WHY are the known bullies allowed in the musical at all?!! No wonder the Glee kids have issues! Their safe place is never safe for long because no one cares the bullies are there as long as the show is good.

Finn "I don't see what the big deal is, if Unique Identifies as a girl and dresses as a girl she should be allowed to play one on stage' yes Finn! Finally you're out of your pity party and making some sense, NOT Artie who scoffed at Wade playing Rizzo and scoffed at Marley being Sandy because she's brunette?? No Artie would prefer the known school bully to be rewarded with the lead over the lovely angel that is Marley.

Ooh no!!!! Finn used the R word to describe baby Robin!! Two steps forward MILES backwards! Sue maybe being an ass right now about casting Wade, but going after her baby girl was beyond uncalled for. Figgins should have kicked Finn out of the school for that, this is Sue's place of work, Finn just proved he shouldn't be influencing kids and he doesn't even belong there!

Where was Will during all this? Oh yeah just sat there not giving a shit because is to wrapped up in himself to notice whats going on with 'his' kids.

Now back to Emma, who's restored to freaking about germs because Will is stressing her out. Beaste tells her lying is the worst thing (besides violence) someone can do in a relationship and tells her she knows Emma doesn't want to go to Washington. No Coach, do you know what's worse than being forced into agreeing to something that you don't want to do? It's your partner emotionally manipulating you into agreeing and making you think you're in the wrong for ever disagreeing in the first place. But thankfully Beaste does tell her she should tell Will she doesn't want to go. But then takes a step backwards and tells Emma that Will loves her, and that Emma spent so much time trying to be Will's girls she's forgotten why Will fell for her. NO! Emma literally says she can't get in the ways of Will's dreamsmy because that's what Terri did, that's because Will never shuts up about how Terri treated him, which manipulates Emma into trying her hardest not to disagree with him. I'm so sick of people thinking Will is a 'nice guy' who just loves everyone. Poor Emma needed some real support here, not to be guilt tripped by Will and Beaste.

Side note: Tina is right when she said she was fine with Mike and her breaking up, but he could have given her a heads up and let her know he would be invading her space at school and helping with the school musical. No one cares about poor Tina! The most neglected character ever!

Marley and Ryder just want to dance, Jake and Kitty just want to be dickheads. Jake's creepy possession over Marley really gets going here, to the point he's stopping her dancing with Ryder and picking a fight with him. So starts Jake's decline into being an arsehole.

Yay Marley and Ryder got the leads, because they deserve it! They aren't dickheads!

Kitty is fat shaming Marley and her mum. No one! Not one member of the Glee club , Finn or any past students speak up for her at all!! This is the beginning of Marley's body issues!

Emma is freaking out cooking and is having basically a panic attacks, all because of Will!! But she finally says she doesnt want to go to Washington, he is NOT happy, but at least he's listening. Now??? Now he decides to listen to what she has to say? Oh and now he's the 'nice guy' again. Poor Emma, stuck with this arsehole.

Will actually thinks if he doesn't go to Washington the arts will fail in America?? Yeah full of yourself much?? Will also leaves Finn in charge of Glee club, the guy who shot himself with a gun, called Sue's baby the R word and is watching bullying happen before his very eyes and is doing NOTHING about it!!

Conclusions?

The graduates spend too much time at their old highschool!

The bullies are allowed to bully with no consequences, even rewarded. The victims have no safe haven because it's infiltrated by the bullies and as long as they can sing and dance no one care about what the bullying is doing to the good kids like Marley who will eventually become bulimic and no one notices.

Jake is becoming creepy and possessive.

Beaste has fallen for Will's 'nice guy' act.

Finn Hudson should have kicked out of the school the moment the called on of the teachers babies by the R word!

Sue is totally out of character, shes against Wade but late says it's for her protection and states how she had LGBT both boys and girls on the Cheerios.

Figgins is useless.

Tina is neglected!

Will Shuester basically abusive to Emma, it's emotional abuse. He doesn't care about her outside of what she can do for him. He doesn't even let her finish sentance, he tries to make decisions for her and emotional manipulates and guilt trips her into agreeing with him when she is clearly uncomfortable, resulting in an OCD Episode. He then acts like he's OK with not going to Washington, because he didn't winning this one and is being the 'nice guy' again.

Will Shuester is a jackass!!

#glee #anti will shuester #emma pillsbury #anti finn hudson #artie abrams #tina cohen chang #marley rose #jake puckerman #sue sylvester #wade unique adams #ryder flynn #kitty wilde