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smooth-perceval · 8 months

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“Hey mon amour”

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Charles closed himself from the world after loosing his wife, he finally finds the strength in their daughter to publicly speak about her.

Warnings: Angst, grief, mentions of readers death, a lot of tears- Charles thinking his a bad father, Charles talking to himself a lot- swearing, Google translate.

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Juliette (Your daughters name) Jules (Her nickname)

Word count: 2,523

A/N: I watched this video on TikTok and it just made me think of doing something sad… I’m sorry 🫶🏼 it’s rushed and it’s all over the place but I needed to get some ‘emotions’ out I guess 🫶🏼

Was we prepared for a baby? Hell no- Juliette truthfully was an accident- but the best kind. Without her I definitely wouldn’t have stuck around these past 7 months. I’d be up there… painting that sky beautiful with mon amour. (My love)

Laying there in bed I watched her sleep soundly, she had her maman’s nose, lips, hair and cute puffy cheeks. The only thing of mine was her eyes- she definitely got the better parents looks, absolutely perfect in every way. (Mum)

Since the passing of her, as bad as it is, I slept with Juliette by my side, wether it was in her crib and then waking up at stupid hours in the morning and putting her into my bed, or even just falling asleep in her room, with a pillow and blankets on the floor.

She held me together every day, kept me sane- otherwise I talk to myself, or talk to them up there, or better yet curl up in a ball and cry.

Nobody knew of Juliette, I hid her at all cost- in fact nobody knew we had a baby, we kept it very hidden and was going to slowly introduce her to the F1 world, it wasn’t a world for out little girl yet, she had to be protected.

And yet all this time we was protecting her, that I wasn’t there to protect my darling.

The night we lost her even till now feels surreal. Not only 10 minutes before the accident had she called me to tell me she was on her way back home… and the pain I felt when she didn’t show- I knew then, I knew our lives would change… I just didn’t know how drastic.

That night a guy ran a stop light, taking a wife, a mother, a friend, a fan- taking the one person who helped me breathe in a room of no air, helped me swim when I was drowning in a sea of judgement, the woman that gifted me the most precious thing anyone could ever give, our baby girl.

He just took it- in the blink of an eye.

I forgot how to breathe when she was gone, forgot how to tread water, forgot to be a dad. My body didn’t function, my brain shut down.

Maman said I was a ghost yet still alive, she cared for Juliette while I tried to find some sanity in the world, a world I held nothing but anger against. And when I was finally able to figure out how to breathe alone, I kept Juliette with me, day in day out. And with her around I felt lighter, like the world wasn’t pinning me down- like I had a purpose.

I had to show our baby, even though it left a bitter taste on my tongue- that the world was beautiful.

Because what do you do in life, when the one person who understood you more than anything is gone?

Juliette gave me life, and every time I look over at her, the more I remember what I’m doing this ‘life’ for. It’s to see that little tooth that’s slowly coming through, or the dimple on her cheek when her father does something silly, or when we’re lying in bed watching cartoons, and she reaches her hand up to hold my face.

That’s why I continue. All for our little girl.

Leaning over to her I placed a gentle kiss to her temple, before getting out of bed. Ensuring she was safe I bundled pillows and blankets around her in case she decided to roll over.

And while she slept peacefully I started getting a few things ready for tonight.

Tonight was the awards, and it took a lot of thought, but I finally came to the conclusion that I didn’t want to leave Jules at home- wether she was hidden at the side lines or tucked away in my pocket- I needed her there.

I made one special request to the team- which of course they wouldn’t refuse. The tux I was fixing to wear tonight had red somewhere wether it was a tie, or the inside lining. We needed red-

For fans, and Ferrari itself it was a sweet token of my appreciation to them. For me and Juliette is was for our angel.

Red is Y/N colour, always looked gorgeous in anything red- always smiling when she see a red rose, or a red sky- so every morning and evening she decorates the sky, like a reminder that she is there.

It’s my coffee in the morning seeing that sky, and my lullaby at night.

Sighing to myself, I closed off my thoughts heading into the bathroom. I got changed into a simple tracksuit. Seeing as it’s a distance to travel, and I would need comfort over fashion right now-

Humming softly to myself I shuffled back into the bedroom, laying down across the bed- my hand reached out brushing over her head.

“princesse, time to wake up.” (Princess)

And slowly but surely, her eyes slowly opened, as soon as she saw me a smile crept onto her face, that one tooth showing, and the dimple making an appearance.

“You a happy girl?” Smiling back at her, she slowly crept up onto all fours, rocking back and fourth.

She has learned quite quickly for her age, being able to crawl and nearly say dada- I was proud of her, she had a fire in her just like her dad. Wanted to be the best at everything-

“Come my darling, we need breakfast-” sliding back off the bed I reached over picking her up, kicking her legs excitedly she reached out to me and once in range gripped ahold of my nose- a loud happy squeal leaving her small self.

“A very happy girl huh-” laughing a little, bouncing her on my hip- I took us both downstairs and into the kitchen.

We’re still between having milk, jar foods, sometimes Papas food. A mixture of everything. Juliette will eat anything!

I can honestly say one thing with my hand on my heart. We have made the best baby. Always smiling, always happy- when she ‘cries’ it’s more of a murmur, a little quiver of her lip. But never a scream and shout, she is always loving- always kind. The most perfect little girl.

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The evening soon fell upon us, it was a hustle and bustle getting here but we made it! Jules was content as ever, if anything the most calm out of us all.

Looking over at her in her car seat- she was sound asleep. I took a quick glance down at my watch humming an approval to myself.

Juliette sleeping now works out perfectly for her bed time later- Honestly when I say she is the perfect baby- I mean it, in all the craziness getting ready she was her happy little self, and clearly worn herself out playing in the hotel room- especially to be sleeping so peacefully now on the way to the event.

The event was the FIA awards. With all my anger towards this cruel world I focused it on track, you wouldn’t believe where I got…

World champion of the world.

But as proud as I wanted to be of myself… it just didn’t feel right without her here.

Even now- it just feels like a blur. World champion of the world? Doesn’t seem real to me.

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I hated being late to anything. But in this case I wanted to arrive late, I wanted Juliette in the room with me. Like I keep saying she is my rock. Motivated me to keep going it only seemed right.

Rocking Juliette back and fourth I slid into the back of the room, cradling her and hiding her face- I wanted to do this but some sense of me wasn’t ready to let the world see my baby. And I wasn’t ready for my baby to see this kind of world…

Creeping over to the Ferrari table, I quickly sat down placing Juliette’s baby bag next to my chair- avoiding eyes, and making sure Jules was okay.

She found entertainment in hitting my un-used spoon onto the table, seeing as I skipped when the served dinner.

Finally finding the courage I looked up, Carlos eyes were on me. A small smile on his face, Carlos obviously knew about Jules, he had to know his my teammate, mostly all the inner track know- but they had never really met her.

The ones who have- Jules absolutely loves them. A good example is Carlos, once she realises his across the table- by any means necessary she will crawl her way across too him.

Can’t blame her- when she finally has him the grip on his hair, she pulls hard and doesn’t let go, understandable I can sometimes pull his hair out in annoyance.

“And now- the moment has finally come. Not just for us to witness. But for him to finally receive.” Most of the presenters words fell onto my deaf ears.

And I just waited for my name to be called.

When it was, I slowly got up from my seat, Jules hugged to my chest. Once again cradling her, hand on the back of her head, still trying to protect her from everyone…

Slowly making my way up the steps, making sure not to trip over. The sounds of aw’s and gasps are heard around the room-

Walking along the ‘path’ Jules looked around at everyone mesmerised by the lights.

“Thank you- er…” looking down at my arms with a smile at Jules I looked back at the trophy.

“We will just place it down here-” the man smiled at me, crouching and placing it on the floor next to the mic.

“Well- thank you.” Shifting Juliette over onto my other hip I bounced her gently- she was still in awe at the room.

“I’d like to start by saying a big thank you to the Ferrari team, this championship wouldn’t have been possible without you, I’d like to say a congratulations to my teammate Carlos for getting second in the championship, and another congratulations to Ferrari for winning the constructors award.” Jules hand came up and covered over my mouth, looking down at her I smiled happily- she really was in her own world and reaching out wherever.

“Now I know a lot don’t want to listen, and I’m sorry- but this is the first time I’ve really spoken in 6 months… to you guys- and also all you fans at home-” pausing I swallowed thickly, lifting Jules back up higher on my hip.

“I’d like to introduce you all to, Juliette Pascal Leclerc. She was born March the 4th, at 7 minutes past 3 in the morning.” A low applauded sounded through the room, Juliette looking around at them all, joining in their clapping. Now making everyone laugh.

“She is the most brightest baby I know- always smiling, always happy. Very much like her maman.” (Mum) Pausing I looked over at Carlos. Who quickly nodded his head over at me. A silent support in the crowd.

“As most know… we lost our Y/N back in May… it’s been tough- some days I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t function. Hell I wasn’t even a good dad for our Jules here.” As I said her nickname, more awes were heard throughout the room.

Opening my mouth- then closing it again quickly I looked down at Jules, who’s head was now resting on my shoulder, staring up at me with her beautiful eyes. My eyes started welling up with tears I look back over around the room, stepping away from the mic I took a second to compose myself before moving back in.

“She would be so proud today, every year she would say ‘This is your year Charlie, I can feel it.’ She was right this year…” breathing out heavily I used my hand to quickly wipe my eyes, then wrapping it back around Jules- if possible even tighter.

“She just isn’t here to witness it happening.”

Jules hand reaches up once again, hand on my cheek- like she was comforting me.

“When she was taken, so was me truthfully. That Charles had went with her… she was kind hearted, had a heart of gold. Days like today when I run out of socialisation, she would always come over, and just say something so simple like ‘Charles, you ready to go?’ Pull me straight out that dark hole.” Smiling a little to myself, I finally let the tears go. Jules started to fidget, getting antsy waiting around, and to my need Carlos stood infront of the stage holding his hands out, Jules as always was ecstatic to go to Carlos.

“Thank you-” smiling down at Jules I stepped back to the mic, finally picking my award up.

“Well you was right baby, this was our year.” Raising the award a little to the roof I pointed up at her also.

Sighing to myself, I wiped my face once again. “I tell you what-” it was a waste of energy wiping my face, cause the tears fell once again.

“I miss her- everyday… I’m sorry- I get emotional…” Chewing the inside of my cheek I looked down at my feet, the tears not stopping now.

“It’s just so hard without her…” sniffling I breathed in, trying to control myself.

“What am I supposed to do now… I done what I said I’ll do.” Looking up slightly at the trophy. I see myself in the reflection.

“This is for you my darling, it was my year after all.” Kissing the top of the trophy. I turned back to everyone.

“Thank you- I’m sorry for being a absolute mess…” smiling apologetically I waved at whoever, making my way back off the stage to a standing ovation. Cheers and applauds around the room.

Once I got near to Carlos, Juliette was practically bouncing off his hip, hands outstretched to me. And without question I put the trophy down on the floor, taking Jules back into my arms, holding her close, swaying back and fourth.

“My darling. You ready to go huh?” Leaning back I placed a kiss to her forehead. Bending down a little I grabbed her bag pulling it over my shoulder again.

“I’ll grab your trophy.” Smiling Carlos patted my shoulder, picking the trophy up and following behind me.

As soon as we was outside photos were being taken, quickly I hid Jules face.

“Guys you can take photos- just please turn the flash off-” smiling at them all, they was quick to play around on their phones and cameras. When confident in them all, I moved my hand away from Jules face.

“Thank you.”

Jules hand came into view pointing up at the sky.

“Mumumum” gasping I leaned back getting a view of her face- I was taking that as her first word, the best choice of first words-

Looking up at the red sky above us I kissed Jules cheek.

“That’s right baby, that’s Maman.” (Mum.)

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#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you

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wheresarizona · 2 years

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(I just love his chest in this gif, it makes me feral)

Inappropriate Waving

summary: Javi is adorable even when he’s railing you.

rating: E (18+!! This is smut. No y/n, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), creampie, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, dirty talk, (1) spank, smut, and fluff, Javi is cute as fuck, reader understands Spanish and English)

pairing: Javi Gutierrez/f!reader

word count: 1k+

a/n: There’s a lot of Spanish with translations because, in my brain, I just figure that’s how he is when he’s lost in the sauce. I had it all double-checked by the love of my life, @juletheghoul, so it should be good! I love you Jules. This was inspired by a meme. Lmaooo This one goes out to @nicolethered. 😘

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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You’re pretty sure Javi is determined to make you see god—he’s pounding into you from behind, punching into you so hard your moans are stuttering, arms shaking at holding yourself up from the blinding pleasure of him drilling into that spot that makes you lose your fucking mind.

The coil inside you is wound so tight you can taste the end, knowing you’re almost there, Javi grunting, his fingers digging into your hips hard.

“Quiero que te vengas, mi alma (I want you to come, my soul),” he grunts. “Dámelo. Suéltate, mi amor (Give it to me. Let go, my love).”

His words are like a siren’s song, the seductive rasp of the syllables becoming your undoing and sending you over the edge with a cry of his name—euphoria is coursing through your veins, hearing his thrusts get wetter from your release, the sounds of skin hitting skin, and Javi moaning as you clench around him.

“Eso es (That’s it),” he groans, “Estás tan mojadita y apretadita (you’re so wet and tight).”

He sounds absolutely wrecked, so drunk on your pussy, and you want to see him, want to see that look on his face at how good he feels. You’re panting as you look over your shoulder.

His head is thrown back, the long line of his gorgeous neck on display, a sheen of sweat on his beautiful golden skin. His curls are a mess, his eyes closed, mouth slack, continuing to piston into you.

The grip on your hips tightens as he looks forward, opening his eyes, seeing them glazed over in lust.

He smiles when he finds you looking, raising a hand to wave.

“Hi,” he rasps, still fucking into you.

A giggle bursts from your throat.

“You’re so fucking cute, Javi,” your words come out throaty and rough.

He grinds his hips, his hard cock moving slow and deep, letting you feel every ridge and vein, making your toes curl as you moan.

“Gracias (Thank you),” he beams, winking at you. “Eres divina (You are divine)—you feel so fucking good,” he groans, eyes closing for a moment, his hands squeezing the flesh of your ass. “¿Otra vez (Again)? You want another, mi amor?”

“No,” you gasp. “Wanna feel you,” you bite your lip.

His eyes are so dark not even a sliver of the chocolate brown you love remains.

“Sí (yes),” he nods.

You feel a large palm smack your ass, making you moan, Javi pulling out of you.

“Want you on your back, sí?” he says, easily flipping you over and spreading your thighs. His eyes lock on your glistening pussy, tongue peeking out to swipe along his bottom lip. He can’t help himself, ducking his head down to bury his face in your center, groaning as he licks up your slit.

“Javi,” you moan, your fingers tangling in his hair.

You can hear his enjoyment while his mouth works, licking and sucking all over your wet heat, making your back arch when he pulls your clit between his lips harshly.

“Fuck, Javi. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come again.”

He groans at your words, lighting something inside him that has him eating you out with fervor, feeling that pressure building at the base of your spine as his tongue and lips expertly work you over. Your legs are starting to tremble, muscles tightening, gasping when he presses two fingers inside of you. He crooks them, and a second later, you’re squeezing your eyes shut, fireworks dancing behind your eyelids, moaning his name as you come.

“Tan buena (So good),” Javi says when his head pops up. Your chest is heaving, feeling him crawl up your body while the pleasure works its way through your system. His lips press against yours, making you moan as he kisses you deeply, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him into you.

“Want you inside me,” you murmur into his mouth.

He braces himself on an arm while the other hand grasps his cock, pushing into you in one smooth thrust, both of you groaning as he stretches you open.

Your fingers are tangling in his hair, his hips moving in and out of you, starting slow, while he kisses you, his tongue sliding along yours, tasting every inch of your mouth. He picks up speed, hearing the rough sounds in his throat while he chases his high, going hard and fast, the pleasurable push and pull of his cock making your eyes roll back in your head.

You know he’s not going to last long, and you don’t care because it feels so fucking good—you love how he feels inside you, the way he fills you over and over again, his body pressed against yours, mouth devouring your own. You’re in heaven. Your orgasms have you feeling like you’re on cloud nine.

His rhythm gets jerky, his face moving to the crook of your shoulder, hearing him grunting, his breath fanning against your skin.

He pushes into you hard. “Te amo (I love you),” he groans, feeling the wet pulse as he comes deep inside your depths.

Javi collapses on top of you, panting, your fingers playing with his hair while you both come down from your highs.

He’s mumbling something that you can’t hear.

“Hmm?” you hum.

Lips touch your neck, Javi kissing your skin.

“Eres el amor de mi vida (You are the love of my life),” he said, the sound muffled.

You pulled him up to look at you, a lazy smile on his face, looking blissed out, you smiling back.

“You’re the love of my life,” you replied, kissing him.

He was mumbling again against your lips, causing you to break the kiss and meet his eyes. He was looking at you with such adoration it made you suck in a breath.

“What, baby?” You asked.

He gulped.

“¿Te casarías conmigo (Will you marry me)?” He rolled the question off his tongue. He repeated the question in English.

Your eyes went wide.

“Really?” You asked.

“Sí,” he nodded, eyes so big and round, seeing his love for you. “You would make me the happiest man on earth by marrying me. You’re my everything—mi vida (my life).”

Tears were pooling in your eyes, nodding your head, while you smiled brightly.

“Yes! Yes, I will!”

The smile he gave you was blinding the dimple in his cheek appearing as he laughed, crashing his mouth against yours.

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tenitchyfingers · 4 months

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can I fuck you up more about Paul and John?

Paul lost a LOT of people. He made the choice and did the work to get over them. As far as I can tell, he made the choice to never get over John. I'm 55. The only example I can think of is my uncle Peter, who was killed in Vietnam in December 1967 at age 25. It completely destroyed the family. It killed my grandmother. To this DAY, my 91 year old aunt and my 84 year old father cannot talk about him without crying.

Paul REFUSES to get over John. He RELENTLESSLY talks about him at every opportunity. He has spent 40 years singing Here Today which makes him cry (I've personally seen it twice) and has spent two years singing a duet with John in concert. He has spent 30 years waiting to release Now and Then. There is NO SUCH THING as a celebrity at his level who NEVER SHUTS UP about someone who died 43 years ago. and he does not give a flying fuck. He is going to make SURE we are all missing John like he was killed yesterday.

Thank you for this. And god, I’m so jealous rn. Never got to see him live, hope I’ll get to and I’m really starting to be very afraid I’ll never have a chance bc like. Guy is old (and I’d like to see Ringo as well, ideally on stage with Paul and maybe Dhani too and Sean or Julian or… who can say? both is good) 😭😭 and yeah, I’ve seen a bunch of live performances of Here Today that Paul did and it seriously does seem like he can’t get used to performing it without at least having his voice crackle or vanish completely. And I wonder what he was thinking while working on Now and Then.

It’s like when Mark killed John, a huge part of Paul was blown up too and like he’s constantly trying to get it back. But I also really am impressed in some way from how much time he spends bringing John up, and I find it sad too because it does seem like he constantly has unfinished business with him, like there’s some closure he’s looking for that he can’t find and the one thing I keep thinking back on is when at a gig he sang Here Today and then told the audience “if there’s someone you love, tell them” because I think THAT’S the thing he keeps regretting and trying to fix and never really getting to (although I do also think John KNEW how much Paul loved him, if not as a “husband” as a best friend let’s say). Aside from the issues I have with John (mostly his behavior towards Julian, because I really think he was a massive dickhead for it, and Jules did nothing wrong to be treated like that), I really don’t think he was very hard to love. Paul is my girlie, but I very much do understand why he loves John so much. And I like thinking that they still talk to each other, through music, in some way. That like, a huge reason Paul still makes music is that that’s how he gets to connect with whatever John left inside of him, if that’s not too corny to say. And I absolutely admit this is my McLennon further brain talking, here. I also DO believe he just loves music and loves making music, of course. But with how much he mentions and talks about John and writes songs for him… like we get it Paul. Keep going, but like, we get it.

#omg hello #fair warning I could talk about Paul and McLennon forever #beatles #macca #john #I really hope Got Back isn’t his last tour #otherwise I’m FUCKED

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knickynoo · 5 months

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While I'm very much on board with the idea of Doc moving back to 1985 Hill Valley after the 3rd movie, I've always wondered what excuse he gives people for suddenly having a family. If it was only Clara they could pretend he went out of town for a bit and had a whirlwind romance, but having two kids seems a lot harder to explain. I wonder if the neighbors suspect he made them in his lab or something.

Friend, I've sat and pondered this many a time as well. And you know what? I have no clue what the solution is.

In my fics, though, I solve part of the issue by having Doc live in a rural area a good 45 mins-an hour or so outside of Hill Valley. This would give him a chance to "start fresh" in a way, in a place where no one knows him or what his situation was like back in Hill Valley.

As far as the Jules and Verne situation goes, there are a few possibilities. Having him move to a new place solves most of the problems that come with having to explain the sudden existence of two sons, but still...

1. Doc and Clara homeschool the boys and keep them more or less isolated in order to "protect" them. This is unlikely, though, as I just don't see them being able to do that to their kids with a clear conscience. Plus, it'd be really hard to do even if they wanted.

2. Doc goes the "explain his sudden marriage as a whirlwind romance" route and has the story include Jules and Verne as being her children from a previous marriage or something. Also not something I could see them being on board with. Those are his children! He's not going to lie about them.

3. Doc creates paperwork, medical records, and other documentation that make it look like Jules and Verne had been born in and always lived in the 20th century. He enrolls them in school, and they experience a very normal childhood (aside from having to be careful not to reveal any time travel stuff). This one still only works if he starts fresh, but I can't really see any other option that would work.

The problem I personally run into involves my headcanon that George and Lorraine are good friends with Doc in the Lone Pine timeline. I have NO IDEA how he'd explain why he suddenly disappeared one day, then returned but was living in an entirely new place with a wife and two children. That's one of those things I just sort of shoo away in my brain like, "Ehh...I'll just ignore those specifics." He figures it out somehow.

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #back to the future #bttf #no but really #trying to think up how to work George and Lorraine into Doc's life post-trilogy is so difficult #they NEED to be FRIENDS but WHAT does Doc say to them???#maybe he just has to come clean #which opens up a whole other can of worms #i mean George would be totally on board with the explanation that Doc's a time traveler so perhaps Doc DOES tell him #but leaves Marty's involvement out entirely #which i'm not sure would work??#Marty sitting there sweating bullets while Doc talks to George. hoping his father doesn't get suspicious or connect any dots #which he WOULD

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itsthegayseason · 2 months

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✦ BE MY VALENTINE?

pairing — sara x reader

contains — reader is called jules because it's me :D, fluff, nick and lindsay being amazing friends, daniel being daniel ig, love confession

a/n — there's the total of one (1) person that knows this show and loves sara and that one person is me so i am writing this for myself since no one else will <33

you nervously walk in circles. your friends, lindsay and nick, watch. lindsay shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands. "i think you should just-" you immediately cut nick off, eyes wide. "ask her out?" before he can open his mouth to answer, you let out a sarcastic laugh. "oh, yeah, absolutely, because sara is definitely queer, sure, ahah, great joke."

"i heard she had a crush on veronica last year, maybe she is." lindsay says, looking at you between her fingers. you stop in your tracks, staring at her. "she had a crush on veronica? the cheerleader?" she nods and you groan, dramatically falling onto the ground - nick winces at the 'THUD' sound of your body hitting the floor. "then it's over for me! veronica is a hot and popular cheerleader! even if sara is queer i'm not her type at all! god, why does this always happen to me?" you whine.

nick gets up from his spot on your bed and crouches down beside you, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "hey, don't say that. you're pretty, smart, and funny. i'm sure she likes you." lindsay nods and you groan, throwing yourself at him. he chuckles and shuffles your hair, hugging you. "but she likes you..." you whisper against his shoulder with a pout.

"i don't think she does anymore. she asks me about you a lot, you know that? it's almost like she doesn't even remember she liked me." he says with a soft tone. you immediately lift your head at that, looking at him with comically wide eyes that make lindsay chuckle. "she does? really? you're not saying that to make me feel better?" he shakes his head. "she's been asking me about you a lot too." lindsay says. you stop, looking at the ground. "try not to think too hard, i can see the smoke." you throw a pillow at nick for his comment, making him laugh as he throws it back at you.

the other day, you walk to school with daniel since he had a fight with kim (shockingly) and she refused to give him a ride. "alright. this is it. it's fine, isn't it? she likes me. or at least nick says she does. lindsay does too. what do you think, dan?" you ask him, tugging on his hoodie sleeve. he shrugs, "i don't know, man. i don't even know her. all i know is she had a crush on nick and veronica- ouch!" he winces as you slap his arm. "can everyone stop mentioning her crush on veronica? it's making me lose hope!"

"well, you better get that hope back now because she's over there. hey, sara!" he calls out and your eyes widen as she looks over at you two, your heart beating like crazy in your chest. daniel practically drags you towards her. your brain barely register his mischievous tone as he says he needs to go and walks away, leaving you two alone the hallway.

"hey, jules." sara says with a smile and you look down at her, returning it the best you can. "hey, sara. so, um... valentine's day is coming up, huh?" you say awkwardly, playing with your fingers and avoiding eye contact. she nods. "yeah. do you have a valentine?" you blush, shaking your head. "you?"

"well," she chuckles nervously, holding her school books against her chest. "not really, no. no one asked me to be." your heart beats even faster - as if that's even possible. your brain yells at you that this is the moment, but you take a bit too long to speak again. "jules, are you alright? you seem out of it." she says with concern, tilting her head. you let out an awkward chuckle. "no- i mean, yeah, i'm alright, not out of it. i was just... thinking."

"about...?" you look into her eyes and then around you, seeing the students gathering in the hallway, getting ready for the school day to begin. decidedly, you look back at sara. "you. was thinking about you." she blinks in confusion with a tiny blush that makes you smile. "i like you, sara. i don't... well, i don't know if school is the best place and time to say it, but i really, really like you, so, i was thinking... will you be my valentine? maybe go out for coffee- no, no, go skating! you like skating, right? oh, disco! you love disco-" you get interrupted by a soft kiss on your cheek, your eyes widening.

"i'd love to do anything with you, jules. of course i will be your valentine. i was hoping you'd ask, because i would never have the courage." she says with the prettiest smile you've ever seen, her hands holding onto your arms gently. "really? you mean it?" she nods and you let out a squeal of happiness, hugging her - you lift her up and spin her around. the sound of her laughter makes you heart all fuzzy.

"do you, i don't know, maybe wanna be more than friends? after our date! if you like it, i mean. not rushing anything, of course, that would be silly." you let out a fake, awkward laugh that makes sara giggle. "it wouldn't be silly. i would love that." you stare at her for a few seconds. "wait, really?"

"of course, dummy. i really like you, too." you give her the biggest smile, glancing at her lips in a silent request. she nods and leans closer. as you two kiss, right there, in the middle of the school hallway, you feel the happiest you've ever felt with the girl of your dreams. you caress her hair, trying to pull her as close as possible. when the kiss ends, she rests her forehead against yours. "so, wanna go to my house after school?"

#freaks and geeks #lizzy caplan #pretty girls i must kiss them all #lizzy caplan x reader #how do i tag this #wlw fanfic #female reader #sara x reader #published by jules

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Now I’m just thinking of different Daniel variants going switching places with reclamation Daniel and seeing Jules

Adore you Daniel seeing reclamation Jules 😢😢😢

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Bestie what if we cry??????

He'd been in hiding for months now, Guilia and her family helped him pack up the house and he thinks he can head back to Monaco, sneak back maybe. He was waiting on Charles to tell him the plan worked, that Renault's hit was done.

But he couldn't wait anymore. He was tired. It was like dangling a carrot in front of a horse but never actually giving it to him. He just wanted his life back. Max was gone, Max wanted him for Red Bull. He just wanted to be where he felt safe, fuck everything else.

He pulled into his building, heading straight for the secondary parking at the back of the lot like always. So far so good. He grabbed his smallest bag- if it all went to shit then he wouldn't need to repack. If it worked out then he'd have time to unpack.

He sagged against the wall in the elevator, it was 8pm, he was exhausted. All he wanted was a shower and bed. It took him a minute to remember the code to his door, salvation was almost at hand. His bag dropped off of his shoulder as he used one foot to step out of his shoes, then vice versa. fuck his shoelaces right now- they didn't matter.

He zombie walked past the entryway, before stopping dead.

"You're back quick. They didn't have you waiting for fuck ever this time." A jovial voice welcomed him in Italian. Daniel scrubbed his hand over his eyes.

His mouth dropped open in shock and he blinked a few times. This had to be a hallucination. He'd been awake for close to 36 hours with only energy drinks to sustain him. it had to be a hallucination.

Jules looked back at him curious, his smile lessening at Daniel's behaviour.

"Are you really here?" Daniel's voice cracked as he whispered, before shaking his head fiercly. "Of course not. Fuck, I really should have taken that nap five hours ago. Fuck." He rubbed his hands down his face and cracked his neck before walking further into the space, walking around where he was 'seeing' Jules.

"Mate, are you for real right now? What did they give you?" Jules' quirked a brow and reached out to grab Daniel's shoulder. Daniel whirled on him and pulled him into a chokehold before letting him go just and quickly and stepping back as if burned.

"What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck????" Daniel's breathing quickened, as if he was having a panic attack. Jules coughed before holding his neck gingerly.

"Daniel are you tripping or something? Fuck, if you're relapsing I'm calling Seb." Jules muttered, watching his friend warily.

"This isn't real, this is not fucking real. woosaah, fuck. wooosaaaah." Daniel muttered to himself while trying to regain control of his breathing. He slid down against the wall, sitting on the floor. Yes the floor sounded lovely right now. The floor was stable and close. The floor wouldn't lie to him like his senses. The floor was safe.

"Daniel?" Jules' voice was worried, he moved to squat infront of Daniel but froze the moment he saw his best friend tense as if waiting for a blow.

"You're not real. You're not real. You're just a figment of my brain breaking. woosaahhh I'm just having a tiny menty-b from being awake for so long. thats all. wooosah. Jules is not here Danny, Jules is not here." Daniel closed his eyes and dropped his head backwards towards the wall.

"Mate... I'm legit right here. What the fuck?" Jules' whispered. Whatever was happening with Daniel right now was not good. This was maybe one of the worse relapses he's ever seen.

"Jules is not here. Jules has been dead for 3 years. Jules is not here. Jules is not here-"

"Mate what the fuck? This isn't funny anymore bro." Jules knew his voice was hysterical.

"Why won't you go away.." Daniel whined, tapping his head forcefully against the wall. Jules rushed forward and pulled him into a hug, clutching Daniel into his chest. Daniel shuddered in his hold.

"This isn't real. This isn't real. Please." Daniel's voice sounded ragged and Jules felt his eyes tear up at the anguish his friend was going through. What the fuck happened at his appointment?

"Danny, I'm real! I'm here. I'm here for you. God y.ou're scaring me." Jules clutched Daniel as his sobs got harder- shaking them both.

"I miss you so much. Every fucking day I miss you. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry we went to that stupid bar. I'm sorry I dragged you there. I-" Daniel hiccupped before continuing his litany of sins. Jules was still so confused but he'll let Daniel get this out, let him tell him what he thinks he needs to get off his chest, what he needs forgiveness for. He'll absolve Daniel of whatever wrongs he thinks he's committed.

some more

#this was kinda cathartic no lie. excuse me while I walk into traffic.#daniel & jules #answered #anonymous #maxiel multiverse #adore you Daniel #Reclamation Jules #jules edition

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An Earthly Cosmological Redshift - Chapter 7 - Fragile Beauty

Masterlist

Thank you to @darkthingshappen for beta reading and helping me work this!

CW: vampire caretaker, human whumpee, cancer, terminal illness, broken bones, suicidal ideation, emeto, human being turned into a vampire, discussion of death and killing, discussion of humanity

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Being a mafioso, Fearon had seen countless horrors, countless atrocities. He really thought he should’ve been desensitized to suffering, to death. However, as he looked at the skeleton on his bed, the love of his life, withered away into a shell of lumps and skin, he found it one of the most disturbing sights he’d ever seen.

Jules was dying. There wasn’t any other way to say it. Jules’ days were numbered and there wasn’t much time left.

Fearon wanted to relieve his love’s pain. As a vampire, his body would heal from the cancer over time. He knew Jules was scared, but after over two hundred years of life as a vampire, Fearon had trouble understanding Jules’ fear.

The insistence of eating again was, of course, an excuse. Yet, Fearon couldn't figure out what in the world his love was hiding with that excuse. Fearon could smell the death on Jules. He knew that Jules had maybe a week or two at the most.

When Jules awoke and Fearon made an attempt to feed him, only for Jules to throw half of it up, Fearon finally thought to ask the question.

“I know eating is an excuse, Jules.”

Jules froze. Anxiety filled his eyes full of pain. “What do you mean?” Jules’ voice was shaky, afraid. Fearon knew that the fear was from the cancer in his brain - the confusion and delirium that always accompanied the end of a human.

“There’s another reason you don’t want me to turn you.”

For a moment, Fearon considered whether or not he was doing the right thing by pushing Jules for an answer. He was as afraid as Jules was - he didn’t want his love to die before he could do anything.

Jules laughed a little. “Are you really so oblivious, Fearon?”

Fearon sat up a little straighter, rubbing his hands a little. “I guess that I am.”

“I’m scared of losing my humanity.” Jules smiled shakily, tears filling his eyes. “It feels like my humanity is all that I’ve ever had. You reminded me I was human because you fed from me. Our sex was good and connected me to my own humanity, even if you were a vampire. If I’m not human, then what am I?”

Jules broke down into sobs, his smile fading. “I’m too young to die.”

Fearon stayed quiet, trying to feel out if Jules was going to say anything else. When it was clear that it wasn’t a rhetorical question, that Jules genuinely wanted an answer, Fearon decided to speak.

“I thought the same thing, when Galileo turned me. I wasn’t - it wasn’t something that happened willingly. I was younger than you, Jules. I was twenty-four.” Fearon swallowed. “I wasn’t a good kid, either. The whole reason that Galileo was able to turn me - well, it isn’t much different than yours. My parents kicked me out when they found out that I was a homosexual - I was fifteen.”

Jules’ face rippled with surprise. “I thought you would’ve been killed.”

“I don’t know why I wasn’t. I should’ve been, by all means. Nobody ever knew except them and a boy I was dating at the time. But, it didn’t take me long to die. Nine years.” Fearon looked away from Jules, unable to meet his gaze. “When Galileo turned me, well, I abandoned my humanity. I became ruthless. I did a lot of things that I don’t regret. I’ve hurt a lot of people - humans and vampires. I was a monster.”

Fearon shook his head. “The answer to your question I guess, well, is that undead life is what you make it, just like human life. Humans can be ruthless and awful just like vampires. If you aren’t human, you’re still Jules. You don’t have to abandon yourself just because you’ve become undead. There will be a lot to learn and you might not like all the changes, but you’ll be without pain. I think… you’ll be happier.”

Jules seemed to consider what Fearon said for a while. He kept quiet, even as Fearon turned to look at him. Fearon began to worry that he’d scared Jules, that he’d convinced Jules to die a human. After all, it wouldn’t take much.

“I’m sorry if I said too much.”

Jules shook his head. “Thank you, Fearon. I’ll think about it.”

—

The rest of the night passed peacefully, or as peacefully as it could. However, the next night, early enough that the sun poked out, Fearon awoke to a scream.

Jules had rolled over onto his broken arm. However, his head was also tilted to the side in an awkward position.

“My neck! My neck!”

Fearon immediately sat up and ran around the side of the bed to meet at Jules’ side. He gently moved Jules onto his bed, which earned another scream.

“I heard it snap! I think I broke my neck.”

Jules broke down into incoherent sobs.

Panic filled Fearon’s chest. He felt his body go cold, then hot, then cold again. “Can you feel your body?”

“Yes! It hurts, Fearon. It hurts.”

Fearon tried to calm his nerves. He needed to be there for Jules. Jules needed him.

Fearon went to Jules' neck and put a gentle hand on it. Jules screamed in pain again. The flesh was warm and lumpy under his touch.

“Is this cancer going to take me one bone at a time? I fucking hate cancer. I want to die.”

Fearon went cold, as though he were frozen in time. What was he supposed to say to someone who just broke his neck? There was nothing more he could do other than kill Jules - whether to turn him or to put him out of his misery.

Human life was so fragile - their minds so frail and afraid. Fearon couldn’t exactly blame them, either. Nothing hunted vampires like vampires hunted humans.

“I know.” Fearon looked at Jules. “I can’t take away your pain any other way than killing you. Either I kill you to turn you or I kill you so you don’t have to suffer.”

The thought of killing Jules made Fearon sick. The thought of never seeing him again - the thought of being the cause of his demise. He didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to see Jules suffer through the end of his life when there was nothing that could save him.

Jules’ eyes went hollow, empty. “I- you would do that?”

Fearon felt tears well in his eyes. “I would. I love you, Jules. I love you more than life itself. If you want to die and not become a vampire, I can make it painless. But I’d miss you for the rest of my days.”

Jules went quiet, unable to even look at Fearon.

“I’ll do it,” Jules whispered.

“Do what?” Fearon asked, measured, trying to seem neutral but failing entirely.

“I’ll become a vampire.” Jules looked like he hardly believed his own words. “Just make it quick.”

“It’s going to hurt, because of your neck.”

“I know.” Jules seemed less and less sure with each word.

Fearon was starting to get nervous, starting to believe that Jules would really die without anything afterwards. “Are you sure?”

“Do it before I change my mind and die like this!” Jules begged.

Fearon scanned his face, looking for any insincerity. He found none.

Fearon nodded and approached Jules. With all the care he could manage, he tilted Jules’ neck. Jules cried out in pain, but that was just the beginning of it. Fearon sunk his fangs into Jules’ neck, the venom from his fangs spilling into Jules’ blood soon after. Jules broke down into sobs, but Fearon had to ignore them.

He drank and drank and drank. He focused on putting as much venom as he could into Jules.

Eventually, the crying stopped. Jules went limp on the bed. Fearon immediately panicked. Had he done something wrong? Had he really killed Jules? How long would it be until Jules awoke, if he’d done it correctly?

The worry drove him to things he would never normally do. He stroked Jules’ hair, waiting for his love to wake up. If he woke up. Would he wake up?

Tears formed in his eyes again. What if he really had killed Jules? He took Jules’ hand in his own, rubbed circles into Jules’ cold palm. A sob formed in his chest.

Please wake up.

The answer came when Jules moved to stroke Jules’ face.

Those eyes of Jules’ opened, revealing a deep crimson color.

Jules looked hollow, confused. Suddenly, Fearon remembered that newly turned vampires needed blood quickly. He ran to his fridge and grabbed out a packet of blood - the sustenance he’d been living off of while Jules was ill - and broke it, placing it near Jules’ mouth. Jules drank with the hunger of someone who hadn’t eaten in days.

Fearon knew it would be days before Jules could speak, months before he would heal from the cancer. Until then, he would feed Jules. He would take care of Jules. He would make sure that Jules stayed alive.

“I’ll call you Jules. Jules Fallows.”

Something in Jules’ eyes flashed, but Jules gave few signs of life other than his blinking eyes.

It’s going to be okay. He’s alive.

He’s alive.

Well, Jules wasn’t quite alive, but at least it wasn’t the cancer that had killed him.

Fearon had killed him. In doing that, he’d also saved Jules.

Fearon had done the right thing. He’d saved Jules.

Right?

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Tags: @i-can-even-burn-salad @whumpsday @pigeonwhumps @oddsconvert @sparrowsage @darkthingshappen

#whump #an earthly cosmological redshift #whump writing #whump fic #whumpblr #vampire caretaker #human whumpee #cancer #terminal illness #broken bones #suicidal ideation #emeto #human being turned into a vampire #discussion of death and killing #discussion of humanity #whump community

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fritextramole · 26 days

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leave me standing in the hall or let me enter?

part 5 of a Dan Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Boom Went the Boom ~ Joe Glazer

The wolf don't bother any more He starved to death right by my door

Alien Blues ~ Vundabar

I only talk to dogs because they don't understand me My teeth are yellow, hello world Would you like me a little better if they were white like yours?

Bum Bum Bum ~ Cass McCombs

They say, "Buy when there's blood in the streets Even if the blood is your own" So they employed men far away To turn against their home Centuries in the distant mist But it's not a dream No, it ain't no dream, it's all too real How long until This river of blood congeals?

Brazil ~ Declan McKenna

What have I become? I'm the face of God, I'm my father's son

Hold Me My Daddy ~ XTC

If this means war, why are we in it? Might've fired off a couple of rounds, I didn't mean to begin it. If these are the bullets that every father and son must chew, Well then hold me my daddy, I forgot to say I love you.

Ghosting ~ Mother Mother

I won't make noises in your stairs I will be kind and I'll be sweet If you stop staring straight through me And this is why I have decided To pull these old white sheets from my head I'll leave them folded neat and tidy So that you'll know I'm out of hiding

Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land ~ MARINA

I am not my body, not my mind or my brain Not my thoughts or feelings, I am not my DNA I am the observer, I'm a witness of life

Don’t Shut Me Down ~ ABBA

I'm fired up, I'm hot, don't shut me down I'm not the one you knew, I'm now, and then combined And I'm asking you to have an open mind (and I won't be the same)

Something In My Eye ~ Matt Berry

But here I am Grown I've come so far Alone I count the days Until I see you again

How Soon Is Now? ~ The Smiths

How can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does

My Own Worst Enemy ~ Lit

It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy 'Cause every now and then, I kick the living shit out of me

Freakin’ Out On the Interstate ~ Briston Maroney

I'm walking back to my favorite place And I can feel them staring at me Baby, do you think I'm doing something wrong? And you got a lot on your mind And your heart, it looks just like mine

Kiss Me (I Loved You) ~ Father John Misty

I loved you I heard everything about you And maybe half of it was true

Arms Unfolding ~ dodie

hope i'm not tired of rebuilding cause this might take a little more i think i'd like to try look at you and feel the way i did before.

You Only Need You ~ Tom Rosenthal

You'll get me if you need me and you'll be fine if you don't You said it was arranged by love You have a lot of love to give out

Hello Stranger ~ Julia Holter

If you're not gonna stay Please don't tease me like you did before Because I still love you so

Night Terrors ~ shinigami

Growing up time moves faster than I can Sick and tired of lying to myself I cannot fucking stand this I'm sick of fucking standing On my own, on my phone

Mad World ~ Gary Jules, Michael Andrews

Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me "Hello, teacher! Tell me, what's my lesson?" Look right through me, look right through me

3 a.m. ~ Gregory Alan Isakov

give me darkness when i’m dreaming give me moonlight when i’m leaving give me shoes that weren’t made for standing

Everything Is Free Father John Misty

Everything I ever done Gotta give it away Someone hit the big score They figured it out

Rest Awhile ~ They Might Be Giants

I got rid of my jackets and coats I threw out all of my pants I got sick of my stinkin' clothes I had to get rid of them I'm not yet considering replacing them I'm only glad to be rid of them

Daddy Sang Bass ~ Johnny Cash

singin' seems to help a troubled soul one of these days and it won't be long i'll rejoin them in a song

#gg #ggplaylists #dan humphrey #gossip girl #source: senamarais

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kuwdora · 1 year

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Posting meme- CHRISJEN AVASARALA !!!!!!!!! (from runawaynun)

CHRISJEN AVASARALA !!!!!!!!! (from runawaynun)

Runawaynun your Expanse vids are amazing, everyone needs to watch them!!

Okay I fucking LOVE Chrisjen Avasarala. I love her in the show, I love her in the books. I fucking love where she starts at the beginning of the series and where she ends up—both in the show, and in the books Shohreh portrayed her beyond perfection. Her leadership style makes my eyes pop and I just love how she commands a room and is trying her fucking best despite all the shit happening. Her wardrobe. Her attitude. HER EVERYTHING. *flails a lot*

I watched season 1 of The Expanse and enjoyed it enough to want to read the first book after I finished the season. Just to hold me over until the second season. Well…I read the first book and then gobbled up the second book Caliban’s War. I lost my utter fucking mind when Chrisjen met Bobbie and then spent the rest of the hiatus waiting and salivating for Bobbie and Chrisjen scenes. THEY WERE MAGNIFICENT. Season 2 was incredible. 10/10 amazing stuff.

One thing that was readily notable after I read the first three books and continued to wait for the show to return, is how much cursing they wrote out of her dialogue in season 1. There was a noticeable uptick in her salty language once the show moved to Amazon and for that I am grateful (but still fuck Jeff Bezos, and I know the irony wasn’t lost on the authors that a real-life inspiration for Jules-Pierre Mao saved their show).

Anyway, I love the series but also the trilogies have some AMAZING QUOTES. Here are a few that I’ll share from the books. ItReachesOut compiled most of these on motivational posters which is linked below.

“My life has become a single, ongoing revelation that I haven’t been cynical enough.” ― Chrisjen Avasarala, Babylon's Ashes

“…and a familiar voice was coming from the terminal, "Going to be monitoring anything we fucking say. If you wanted to discuss menstruation at great length and detail, this is probably our best chance. He's always been squeamish about women. And no one likes a Peeping Tom, even if he is Prime Minister.” ― Chrisjen Avasarala, Nemesis Games

“It'd be a better world if there was always at least one right answer instead of a basket of fucked.” ― Chrisjen Avasarala

Realizing you've got shit on your fingers is the first step to washing your hands. -Chrisjen Avasarala

Always good to have a penis in uniform in the room. -Chrisjen Avasarala

I don't give a fuck whose birthday it is, you make this happen before my meeting is over or I'll have your nuts as paperweights. -Chrisjen Avasarala

I have crates of anti-herpes drugs that are more legitimate than you are. -Chrisjen Avasarala

I don't mean that they all fuck men. I mean they're all men, the fuckers. -Chrisjen Avasarala

That man's asshole must be tight enough right now to bend space. -Chrisjen Avasarala

Try not to put your dick in this. It's fucked enough already. -Chrisjen Avasarala

runawaynun's AMAZING EXPANSE VIDS:

Sexy Back (Chrisjen) THIS COVER is fucking brilliant.

Solid (Bobbie/Chrisjen) THEM!! god I love Bobbie.

Poor Atlas (Chrisjen) the lyrics and tone of this song is so devastatingly perfect omg

Thes are all STUNNING incredible amazing frothingly good Expanse vids with Chrisjen! runawaynun also has some delicious-looking femslash fic I have not dove into yet cause I haven't really had the brain to read Expanse fic but OH MY GODDDD. I love Chrisjen Avasarala.

#december posting meme #the expanse #chrisjen avasarala #the expanse books #kuwdora recs #vid rec #my posts #textpost #queuedora

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@claire8216 requested 82! This prompt had a small existential crisis from me that really doesn’t matter but you know! What’s life without a little crisis here and there? 😅 Unedited to keep it real (flashes fake gang signs to look cool)

Pick a number between 1-102 (7, 13, 17, 23, 31, 45, 82, 97) I am working on them slowly so please be patient!

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Luke blinks slowly at the page, his grip on the pen loosening. God, what time is it? Maybe they should call it quits for the night. He looks around but they haven't had a chance to get a clock yet. Tapping his phone screen, nothing happens. Dead. Sighing, he recalls he hadn't charged it last night because the charger was at the bottom of one of his moving boxes. Thankfully he'd spent the afternoon unpacking after he'd gotten off shift at the diner.

He gets up to plug the phone in and Julie only gives a tilt of her chin in acknowledgement that he's moved away, her pen still flying across the page. Smiling, he leans against the wall to wait for the devise to power back on, taking in this gorgeous scene.

Last night the room had felt weird. The walls laid bare, boxes shoved into a precarious tower in the corner, the mattress directly on the floor. His mom wouldn't let him take the bed frame. Something about it once belonging to his great uncle. It was a lot of change and while he's definitely better about it than Alex, he wouldn't lie and say it was the best sleep of his life, finally out of his stifling childhood home. Even if the room still didn't feel like him yet, having gone through the majority of his boxes helped to at least breathe easier. But now, seeing Julie lying on his bed, lost in the words of a song he's sure will win them awards, he realizes how much she's becoming home to him. No matter where he finds himself, he will always be alright if she is right there with him. His eyes drift closed.

The tinny startup sound alerts him that his phone is turning on, the battery finally charged enough. Dragging his eyes open, he checks the time.

Shit! Fuck!

"Shit, Jules, we have to go!"

All tiredness leaves his body as he searches around for his car keys. He'd put them in his pocket yesterday when he gotten in from the last trip of bring things in. Yesterday's pants. Shit, shit how does he already have so many clothes piled on the floor? He scatters clothing around him in a flurry. Not finding them, he looks around trying to figure out where they might have gone. His eyes cross over Julie who hasn't moved, only paused her pen to look at him.

"Don't just sit there, it's after 3! Your dad is going to kill me!"

Ray is a very lenient man but even he has his limits. Luke is frantic as he starts rummaging through the open boxes.

"Luke."

"Where the fuck are my keys?!"

"Luke!"

Her soft hand slides up his cheek and pulls his face to look over at her. She's no longer on the bed, but she's also not rushing to gather her things so he can take her home. Why isn't she rushing?

Laughter dances in her eyes as she calmly says, "We don't have to leave. Did you forget I moved into the dorms last week?"

He blinks at her, still feeling in crisis mode as his brain slowly supplies him with the memories.

"Also, he would've killed me. I take responsibility for myself, thank you very much."

He snorts at that. She does take responsibility for herself. And Ray is notoriously bad at staying mad at her long enough to enforce a punishment.

His arms wind around her waist and pull her to his chest. She's still looking up at him with a soft smile, and he could drown in her eyes. He rests his forehead on top of hers and takes a deep breath, releasing it with a slow "fuuuuuuuuuuck", trying to slow his heartrate down. Her hands slide up his back before slipping into the ripped armholes of his shirt, pressing cold fingers against the skin of the small of his back.

Suddenly, he's aware of the fact that they are alone at his apartment. A fact that he'd been very aware of when he first opened the door to let her in earlier. He'd stared down at her with a goofy grin that she had reciprocated. No parents, no Aunts, no little brothers to interrupt them. No curfew. That's when Reggie's elbow had dug into his pec as he pushed Luke out of the way (read: into a wall) to hug Julie. There were, after all, still bandmates.

But no bandmates right now. And no place they need to be. His nose drifts down her temple as his hand drifts up to the nape of her neck, pulling her into a kiss. Warmth spreads throughout his entire body, set aflame everywhere they touch. The kiss intensifies as she presses closer and his hands begin to wander.

She pulls away all too soon, her hand pushing lightly against his chest as he tries to follow. Breathing hard, he looks down into her eyes which are darker than they were before.

"I have class at 9am. We should probably go to sleep."

A groan leaves his body at the idea of stopping, but he knows school is important to Julie and it's her first week of classes.

"Okay, yeah. Let's go to bed."

A different type of thrill thrums through him. For the first time, Julie is going to sleep in his bed. She will be the first thing he sees in the morning when he opens his eyes. That's something he could get used to. He'd take Julie anyway he can. Tangling their fingers together he drags them back over to the bed. He goes to empty his pockets and he pulls out a car key.

"They were in today's pants??"

Julie snorts from where she is putting on a pair of his basketball shorts. "Did you forget you went to work today, too?" She shakes her head in amusement. Apparently he is more tired than he'd thought.

He lets out a small laugh as he shucks his pants and pulls his shirt over his head before climbing into the bed. (climbing down? it's so close to the floor!) She slides in next to him and he can't help but pull her close for another kiss. Now that he's laying down, exhaustion floods him. He pulls back and she's staring at him tenderly.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

There's a soft smile before she is settling her head against his chest. He relaxes into his own pillow, sleep already trying to pull him under.

"Goodnight, Boss."

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eggseabutter · 2 years

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Tell me anything about any AU. Empty the brain human.

In my Underground Au.

-Sonic is a half-prince (his ma and pa were not royalty) which is why after he meets Aleena again, he doesn’t stick around, because he is not required and he just feels very anxious in the castle.

-Nia is the oldest, meaning that after Aleena (HOPEFULLY) passes away she is going to be the next queen.

-Tails never knew Aleena by face ( as seen in the comic bc he did not know the queen of the Christmas Islands was Sonic’s mother)but with the glimpses of Sonic’s nightmares about an older figure getting mad at him…he suspects of her from the beginning, he never liked her.You will see that in the comic.

TW:Abuse, Body Shaming, Aleena.

-Manic and Sonia are the first ones to see Aleena again after so many years, after they meet up with her, she invents this crap of Sonic being taken away from her and asks them to try and go find their little sibling.

Why? Because the people of the islands would be VERY suspicious about the pure blooded children suddenly reappearing and the half-prince still missing, these people were very fond of Akeno and Jules, they wanted justice for their kid.

So. Manic and Nia do. They go looking for him and seek help of a detective agency. YES the Chaotix who OH SURPRISE they know what blue hedgehog they refer to!

They find him.

Sonic is…wary of them. From what he recalls of them, Aleena always talked about them as if they were dead. But Sonic doesn’t trust his memories from those years (dissociative amnesia) so he goes along with them to the Islands.

Anddddd we’ll get there in the comic.

-Aleena actually takes a whole damn time with humiliating her kids physically. It may not be ‘he r intention’ like she says (bullshit) but she does it a lot.

With Sonic, is his cheeks, she often tells him that they’re chubby and that he should stop eating like a squirrel and other stupid things. That gets him pretty badly because Shadow and Knuckles (he’s dating them in this au) often tell him that they’re adorable so he gets insecure thinking that they only lied about it.

With Manic, is about his whole color of quills, Aleena tells them to dye their hair because it looks ‘gross’ and that is always messy. She asks him A HELLA LOT to wear beanies or hats to cover it. Manic ignores her all the time, because he loves his hair, but he hates when she says it in front of other people, obviously.

With Nia, is not much because she looks a lot like Aleena so her appearance doesn’t annoy her BUT she does tell her what clothes look good on her and which ones doesn’t but like very rudely, she changes her outfits without her consent and forces her to wear stuff that often made her uncomfortable.

-Manic becomes very protective of Sonic and Tails after he gets an idea of what Aleena did to his little brother and what his tiny little brother went through. Nia is in denial about Aleena being a bad mother but she goes through her own process and at the end, stands out for her siblings.

#sonic #ems speaks #sonic underground #sonia the hedgehog #manic the hedgehog #it’s a lot I’m sorry #if you read it all you can have a chocolate

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many-but-one · 2 years

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We want to start unmasking after 27 years of thinking we were just a singlet, but trying to be ourselves when each of us front throws up anxiety, we feel like it’s acting or scripted, because the things we want to do are opposite the autopilot that the body’s been doing all this time following the habits and routine of a person everyone things we are. Family don’t know we’re a system either, but we want to be ourselves not a mask when we visit our partner system this year, we don’t want to waste the trip not being who we really are. Do you have any advice? Or tips?

Hey anon! Jules here. I’m the host of the system. I’m really glad you asked this, because we were kind of in the same boat as you for a while. Several of our parts still aren’t comfortable unmasking and that’s okay! It’s a slow process. It took several months after the diagnosis for our Gatekeeper to finally unmask around our wife (then fiancé) and even more time after that to unmask in front of our therapist. He wouldn’t let anyone unmask even longer after that, until some folks finally did it and he realized it’s really not so bad after all, as long as it’s with people we trust fully. So like maybe 5 people, lol. Our parents know about the system but we still mask heavily around them. They are better than they used to be now that we’re an adult but they used to be pretty horrible to us. This fear that they’ll revert makes us unable to unmask comfortably in front of them.

Meanwhile around the folks we trust, they’ve proven time and time again that they can handle meeting others and are respectful to those that front, and treat them as a person rather than just an extension of me, the host.

Some tips I have for learning to unmask in front of others are as follows:

Make sure the person you are unmasking with is a safe person. Even if you feel like they’re safe to be around, someone internally might think differently. Figuring out what everyone’s feel of this person is important, because if someone is upset by them or nervous around them, you can talk to them about why this is a safe person and explain the reasoning for that distinction.

Inner communication is key. Deciding who is most comfortable unmasking first will be important. These are usually the social alters or the kid alters, but not always. Sometimes those folks that are really going through the wringer just want emotional support as themselves. If you make a decision on who will front in a certain situation, it can create less anxiety and tension in the moment. Having a plan helps a lot, truly! Also establishing rules amongst each other helps. For us, this includes “no kid alters out except at home with the wife and at therapy” and “take turns!” We added the second one because one time so many folks were so excited to see my sister that they all surged to front at the same time and we had a HORRIBLE rapid switching episode that was not a good time and honestly looked quite scary from an external perspective. Felt awful internally too. We now know that we have to take turns and that if someone wants to say something to the other person, whoever is fronting can relay that message.

Remember the difference between possession-type switching and non-possessive-type switching. (I think that’s the terms) Some switches might be more blended, or might be co-conscious rather than full-on hard switches to a completely different person. As a host who is usually co-con except in emergencies, it can be VERY weird to feel someone else take front when you are fully aware, and it sometimes feels like I’m acting or pretending to be this other person, when in fact I have no control over what’s happening. I feel like this is partially a defense mechanism my brain still has, still trying to deny the DID despite there being so much evidence it’s impossible to not have it at this point.

If it makes you feel better, sometimes communicating with the person you plan to unmask with and telling them you are planning to unmask can help too. Having them be aware there could be someone else can sometimes make it less awkward for someone to announce “Hey, this is ___.” Then once they start clocking the different mannerisms (if you have any) they can know you are a different person. Also set up boundaries! Let them know if you’re okay with them asking who is fronting. Let them know if you’re okay with them asking questions about whoever is in front. It can sometimes be nice to have a set of “icebreaker” type questions ready. Stuff like “What do you like to be called? What are your pronouns? Are you comfortable sharing your role in the system if you have one? Are you okay sharing how old you are? What do you look like? Favorite food? Favorite hobby? Etc etc etc!”

And most importantly, if you end up masking, don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s a safety mechanism. DID in most cases is not meant to be detected, and purposely unmasking goes against all of those protocols established as a child when abuse was occurring. It’s scary! And not easy. It was a super slow process for us, and only a few folks are fully okay with unmasking every time they front, and only with our most trusted folks in our close friend and family group.

That’s all I’ve really got. Exercise patience. It’s a scary world out there that’s not really set up for systems. Masking is just another safety precaution that can be hard to shake. Be patient and encouraging to whoever wants to unmask, and always communicate with each other. (Intersystem communication and communication with folks outside of the system.)

Hope that helps! Good luck!

-Jules

#sorry if the spacing is weird #just got a new phone and this formatting is super screwy #jules answers #jules #did osdd #did #osdd #did alters #dissociative identity disorder #did masking #did unmasking #anon #anon answers #anon ask #ask #advice

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Demon world. Inform. Me. Now!

:DDDDDDDD

Okay so the main character (Luka, yes he’s names after me) has always had some connection to the part of him that’s half demon, but this isn’t your normal every day magic, oh no, he has dream-centered magic. For example, he could dream of very specific events and they will happen. Prophetic dreams if you will but they’re usually just small events (what he’ll have for breakfast etc) but sometimes he will have dreams of bigger events (if someone were going to die he would have a very vague dream out it) but he, only being half demon, does not have very strong powers. These abilities are uncommon for him to be naturally gifted with, all other spells he wants to learn will be learned through study.

But then there’s the character that Eva ( @justexistinghere122 ) made for this whole thing named Stefan, he just has demon magic, though he seems to have a talent for memory spells. He is a very powerful demon and doesn’t use his powers for good or evil purposes, he just does whatever suits him.

And then ofc there are demons who specialize in love based spells, Jules is the best example of this. Now someone could look at them specializing in love based magic and think “oh they’re so sweet, and a romantic!” And while yes this specific character is, love in itself is a very very powerful kind of magic. You can make anyone do whatever you want with a simple love spell. Jules chooses to not to control those around them with love spells because they see it as one of the worst things that you can do to a person, but many demons like them will use it for not-so-nice purposes.

And while we’re talking about love-based magic, it is prominently used by succubi (like Jules) and most of them use this magic to do what succubi and incubi do. But there are some like Jules who just want to be happy and want the same for everyone else.

Now we have the demons who do more work in the mind (brainwashing, possession etc) these demons are more likely than not evil, two of my characters (Cas and Rose) have talent in these spells, and while Rose used her powers to find her son (Luka) Cas uses his to control and destroy anyone and anything. Physical and mental torture is what he does to get his way and if he doesn’t get it he kills the poor soul he chose.

And demons with the most potential to be some of the most powerful demons are those who are directly related to Satan himself. Quinn and Lilian are his half sisters, their mother being Lilith. Quinn did not know she possessed such power until she was well into her teenage years due to her not growing up in hell with her half sister (different dads), Lilian, so her powers developed on a small scale. Only having used them two times by accident in her younger years and nearly killing Luka at the age of 15.

Lilian on the other hand who did grow up in hell with full access to her full power throughout her whole life became one of the most feared demons hell had to offer (just below Lilith and Satan)

Lastly, we have humans who happen to have some natural connection to magic, Micah is the only one who spent a good portion of his life studying spells and who now has a gift for protection charms.

Yeah so, that’s most of the types of magic that’s used a lot throughout the whole story. Oh and ofc harming spells but every demon and magic user knows those. I’ve spent a better part of a year tossing these characters around in my brain.

There’s so much romance and tragedy in this, it just makes me so happy. This has been a passion project of mine for so so so long and I can’t wait for it to be finished so I can share it with people. But very select people will be able to read it as it’s being written (maybe)

#this is a very long post #can you tell mh adhd goes bonkers when this is brought up?

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youneedtolookatthis · 6 months

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Wow. Someone tagged me in a thing. That just doesn't happen much. Thanks @jules-of-the-deep!!

rules: list your...

✨️ no°1 team?

The Seattle Kraken. I grew up with the Red Wings and had the largest crush on Sergei Fedorov. I watched that team become the unstoppable machine that it was but as time went off, I fell out with hockey in general. When the campaign to get Seattle a team really started going, I pitched in where I saw the chance. Beating the Avs in the first round last year was extra sweet. Falling into the habit of hating the Avs again is all too easy.

💌 your favorite goalie?

Ever? Domink Hasek. The man had his own MasterCard commercial and he was... amazing. No one has ever played the game like that before or since.

Right now? Probably Joey Daccord. He plays like a soccer goalie - he's the starting point of a lot of plays, he distributes the puck with the thought of starting break outs and rushes. He's a lot of fun to watch. (And I have always loved Flower. He's great.)

🔟what would be your jersey number?

Geeze. I don't know. I've never been in a place to have one before but maybe 78? 23 would be good too.

👯🏻‍♂️what team would you love to play for?

Ha ha ha ha. Me playing is a hilarious thought, though I am determined to skate on that Winter Classic ice at the very least. I will admit, I look for open jobs on the Kraken website now and then...

❤️‍🔥who is your favorite player currently?

Right now? Probably Yanni Gourde. He's a happy, joyful troll and that has always been the sort of player that gets my attention and affection in any sport. Bellmare is quickly rising in the ranks and I really like Dunner as well. Non-Kraken, I've always like Kris Letang, something about Leon Draisaitl has always been fascinating and Dylan Larkin being the current Red Wings captain makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

👀a trade that hurt you emotionally?

Losing Donato and Soucy over the summer hurt but to find something that hurt me a lot you have to go WAAAAAY back. (The Wings have a history of just... awful trades.)

🌈 what is your experience on hockeyblr so far?

It has been pretty great. I have to curate my feed a bit since there is a lot more Omegaverse and such than my demi brain can handle but generally, everyone I've run into has been pleasant and just... cheerful about the whole thing, which is definitely needed these days.

and then tag some mutuals you'd like to know these about ☺️🏒🖤

I don't have a lot of people to tag that haven't been already but I'll add @againstthegrainphoto to the fun. (No pressure to play at all.)

#nhl hockey #seattle kraken #detroit red wings

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Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s01ep10 "Dickens of a Christmas" Review and Commentary

Previous episodes linked HERE

In this episode: A family-togetherness trip leads to prison, pickpocketing, and other fun shenanigans in 1845 London.

We open with Doc doing some work on the DeLorean.

He's frustrated with all the repairs and admits that he sometimes wishes the car had never been invented but that without it, he wouldn't be able to travel back to times before it was invented. This leads him to reminisce about a trip he took with his family one very hot summer day...

Into the cartoon we go! I will point out that we do not see Doc's face at all during this opening live-action portion, which is a bummer. I hope we get to see him at the end.

(I don't think I've previously mentioned that I write these posts as I watch through the episodes—pausing every few minutes to type up anything notable—so you're getting the complete journey here as I take it all in. I did watch the first season a couple of years ago, but I do not remember any of it because my brain decided the experience wasn't worth holding onto and dumped it immediately.)

Let's get back on track. It is a blistering hot day in Hill Valley. The flowers are all wilting, the thermometer on the wall explodes because it's hotter than the device can even register, and everyone is growing cranky. Doc is attempting to install a high-tech air conditioner-type thing he's invented in order to make it more bearable.

Outside, Marty is making his way down the street to the Brown farm. He's ditched the jeans and letterman jacket in favor of more "summery" attire, and is already making poor decisions by not only once again riding his hoverboard in public but projecting a movie in front of him as well.

For someone as prone to falling and who is as easily distracted as Marty is, I don't think this particular decision is a wise one. But that's cartoon Marty for ya.

He does end up crashing, by the way. He fails to see Einstein in the yard, runs into him (Einie is fine) and the two of them smash straight through the front door of the house. He wrecks the kitchen and knocks everybody over. With everyone's nerves already on edge due to the extreme heat, Marty's violent entrance proves to be the last straw, and they all start angrily shouting at each other.

Listen. I don't like to see them all screaming at each other, but. I kind of don't blame them? It's a million degrees outside and also Marty literally broke their kitchen table in half. I think Doc can shout at him a little bit for that. As a treat.

Bonus side-tangent! Can I point out how tiny Marty and Clara look in this shot?? First of all, Clara is not as short as Marty is, so that's automatically off. But also, compare them to Doc. He's actually wearing shoes with like...springs on them or something? That adds to his height, BUT he's also leaning forward a lot, so it mostly evens out. Without the shoes and while standing with better posture, Clara would come up to what—Doc's shoulder, just about? (I'm not factoring in her poofy hair) Something is very off proportions-wise. Take a look, then, at a shot from the very next scene.

I dunno. Someone dropped the ball here. Side tangent over. Can you tell I'm having fun watching this silly show?

Once Doc calms them all down, Clara notes that it's the heat making them so irritable, saying, "Maybe if it wasn't hot as the Dickens..."

This gives Doc an idea, and he decides that a family vacation to somewhere cooler is in order. Doc, Clara, Jules, Verne, Marty, and Einie all manage to pile into the DeLorean somehow and travel to 1845 London just before Christmas. Upon arriving, Doc entrusts Jules to hold onto the DeLorean's key, which means it will get stolen or go missing like immediately.

While admiring the view with Doc and Clara, Marty falls off of a building because he gets distracted staring at a girl.

There he goes. I guess he didn't learn his lesson about flirting with other girls after the whole thing with Mercy Tannen and being tried for witchcraft. Marty's brain does not retain those valuable life lessons for very long.

After safely landing in a pile of snow, Marty follows the girl into a nearby toy store to chat her up and gets promptly slapped across the face. Doc and Clara also go into the store because Doc is enamored with figurines of Dr. Frankenstein and the monster, which he evidently had a toy similar to as a child. While Jules and Verne wait outside, a pickpocket comes by and steals the key to the DeLorean. Jules and Verne take off after the thief, and Doc, Marty, and Einie see the commotion and go after the boys. Clara is left at the store, and Ebiffnezer Tannen soon enters. He's angry that the shopkeepers are late on their mortgage payment (by one whole hour) and throws them into debtor's prison. Clara is also thrown into prison after she rebuffs Ebiffnezer's advances.

Side note: this is the second time so far in the series that a Tannen descendant has flirted with and tried to win Clara's heart—through very unsavory means. The prior instance also took place in England (Lord Biffingham, who had captured both Clara and Lady Jennivere).

After unsuccessfully trying to locate the boys and discovering that Clara has been arrested, Doc and Marty decide to split up. This shows just how desperate Doc is because he should know by now that nothing good has ever come from leaving Marty to his own devices. We go then to the prison, which has a whole gigantic wing built onto it just for all the people Ebiffnezer has thrown in there.

After being tossed into a room with like 40 other people, Clara asks an elderly man if he's been there long. The man replies, "When I first come to this prison, I was wrinkled, I had no teeth and drooled a lot. I was a baby!" As you may imagine, Clara is not encouraged by this response. I however, think this is one of the funniest lines of the episode so far. This man was put into prison when he was a BABY because he somehow wronged a member of the Tannen family.

Here are all the people crammed into one of the cells in the Tannen wing of the prison.

Meanwhile, at the town square, Jules and Verne have been captured by the pickpocket leader and are being forced to learn how to steal things. While they're trying to go along with it until they can get the keys back, Marty is off having his own little adventure trying to get Clara sprung from prison.

Using the hoverboard, he makes a visit outside Ebiffnezer's window, posing as the Ghost of Christmas.

Ebiffnezer's terror abates just long enough to ask, "Past, present, or future?" to which Marty replies, "Uh, all of the above." He tells Ebiffnezer that he's there to save his soul and yanks him out the window and into the night. Their first stop is a workhouse, where children are slaving away. Ebiffnezer starts crying, and Marty is hopeful that he's already having a change of heart. But it turns out that Ebiffnezer is just upset because it reminds him that there's an 8-year-old who owes him money.

Jules and Verne, however, are having more success in their mission after having gained the trust of the young pickpocket who had stolen the keys in the first place. They tell him that if he can help get the keys back from Murdock, they can help him escape and find a better life. They get the keys and all make a break for it (along with Doc who had caught up to the boys).

Marty's next stop on his journey is to show Ebiffnezer another sad sight—a homeless family roasting their Christmas dinner of a few chestnuts over a fire. Instead of being moved by compassion for the family, Ebiffnezer attacks them because he's hungry and wants their food.

Marty angrily flies himself and Ebiffnezer back to the house, declaring that he gives up. As he's complaining, his projector device from earlier in the episode falls out of his pocket and starts playing a Godzilla movie. Ebiffnezer is horrified by the images, and Marty takes the opportunity to tell him that the destruction he sees is the result of people living wicked lives. Ebiffnezer immediately promises that he'll change and free everybody from the prison. The next morning, he's found singing and dancing in the street with a Christmas wreath around his neck.

And I can't help but wonder what the implications would be, if any, to the Tannen lineage, given that Ebiffnezer has such a drastic change of character and goes from wicked and cruel to kind and generous. But alas, the cartoon doesn't care about these things.

Okay, wait, hang on. In the scene that immediately follows, Ebiffnezer sees Marty in the toy shop and recognizes him as the "ghost," which makes him enraged and mean again, so...I guess that whole change of heart is undone pretty much right away. At least he's already freed all the prisoners by that point. Anyway, Clara is reunited with her family, and everything turns out okay.

Also, here is a screenshot of them all crammed into the DeLorean on the way home, which I still do not think would be possible.

End of cartoon portion! Back to Real Doc, who is still under the car and doing repairs. At one point, he reaches for a donut with his grimy, disgustingly dirty hand, which upsets me.

He also ends up dipping the donut into the can of motor oil instead of his coffee. Serves you right, Doc.

And that's basically it for this episode. It's a fun one, but I think there was too much going on. There was the plot with the pickpockets, the Clara in prison plot, and the Marty and Ebiffnezer one. It just felt disjointed and made it hard to write about. But Thomas Wilson's voice-acting as Ebiffnezer makes the whole thing worth it.

Join me next week as we travel to 1926 and meet FOUR-YEAR-OLD DOC!!

#back to the future #bttf: the animated series #btw this is my second attempt at posting this because the first try had my pictures configured wrong AGAIN #so i had to go in and copy & paste into an entirely new post #because it won't let me fix the pictures in the old one #and i still have no idea why and it's making me lose my mind #edit: IT DID IT AGAIN. THE PICTURES ARE ON TOP INSTEAD OF SIDE BY SIDE #if anyone else is having this problem PLEASE reach out to me because it's honestly making me not want to even do these posts anymore

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