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viralhoax · 5 months

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me vs. evan williams vs. elvis

i live off a highway exit with a few gas stations, a pharmacy and a liquor store all within the same vicinity. if they weren’t split by the road itself, they could all share a parking lot. the liquor store is on the right, always my passenger side. and i think about the women that run it, and how kind they are, and how nice it smells, and how one bottle of champagne from there and a couple bottle of orange juices from the gas station might just stave off this sadness for a little longer…

but then the light turns green and i go home instead. but for about five seconds, i have a decision to make that is all my own. i don’t have anyone who has stake in this game like i do. i could fold on this hand or go all in, empty my bank account, bet it all and hope i hit 21 this time. and if i hit 21 this time, i’m done for good, i’m satisfied, i’ll go home, i never need to do it again. but if i’m able to just pull off this one-night-of-fun, i can stop now and never again.

okay, yeah. sure. because that’s exactly how that works. you get one big win and one great feeling and then you never wanna do it again, right? mhm.

i pass the liquor store and go home instead. and the sadness stays, but the sadness would be there whether or not i chugged that bottle or not. as someone who has had clinical depression since age 15 (or prior, but who cares to keep track of points at the trauma olympics?), i know that i will wake up in fear or i will wake up in fear with a headache. i’d rather wake up without the headache.

two years ago, i got drunk at an emo night. and it wasn’t drunk-drunk, really (because we have levels for drunk — there’s buzzed, drunk, drunk-drunk and vodka courtney). i was more regular drunk teetering closer to buzzed. but i remember how little i enjoyed myself. and i remember just wanting to feel sober again, which is something i always remembered wanting to feel in my worst days. the spins, the fear, the lack of control… i wanted it all to be over. and it was, the next morning, until i was plagued by anxiety regarding what i had done, what i had said, who i had hurt, etc. because i knew myself (we’re pretty well-acquainted at this point) and i knew that i was going to start drinking and the shit talk would commence. some of it shitty and gossipy, some of it just venting about my feelings i kept deep inside during the times i was sober. regardless, the damage wasn’t really existent, because i had behaved myself and retained the majority of my memories. but what lingered was the awful, gnawing feeling of “fuck, i shouldn’t be doing this”.

i hit the genetic lottery. i have bad knees, a fucked up back, coarse ass eyebrows and genetic alcoholism and mental illness on both sides of my family. drinking was pounded into my head as a teenager as the worst thing i could do from my mother (next to like, lying and murder), while my father’s family celebrated alcohol in all its forms. the first time i got drunk i was 13 and alone, depressed and anxious over some boy and something stupid he did. skyy vodka vanilla and sparkling blood orange juice. fancy screwdrivers for a little fucking degenerate. i had three and faked being sick to not go to school the next day. i drunk dialed people though, so that was a fun one to have to explain.

i smoked a ton of weed (spoiler: i still do, so i can’t even claim full on recovery or sobriety because i know i have my vices) up until i was 16 and another boy cheated on me and broke my heart and taught me that i am triggered very much by being ghosted. gin and sprite to the brim of a regular kitchen glass. probably 2 or 3 glasses before 12pm because i was home alone. i called said boy who was cheating on me and i don’t remember the conversation except for the fact that i definitely embarrassed myself. i napped, went to work, got too sick to work on the line, lied about being sick, went home, puked, and lied to my mom’s face when she asked if i was drunk. i didn’t start drinking until college intermittently with 19-20 being my kick-off years of drinking alone, drinking so much i puked, crying, and doing a bunch of shit i wasn’t supposed to be doing.

in my early 20s i left one tumultuous relationship where i was drinking a lot for a worse one where i was drinking much more. the difference was is that in the first one, it got called out. i remember my ex looking at me and telling me i was drunk all the time, that i was turning into an alcoholic, that i was never home and always at the bar at the job we worked at. i threw it back in his face because i didn’t want to listen, bitched about how much weed he smoked and made him look like an asshole for showing what was most likely genuine concern (or maybe just frustration, either way, he was right).

when we broke up (jesus, a pattern!) i was drinking wine from the bottle, at parties with people i shouldn’t have been, ending up with scars on my hands from eating shit walking home from the bars or from other people’s houses. i wore someone else’s shoes home once. i didn’t give a fuck about my own well-being. i went to my office job hungover and bragged about drinking evan williams from the bottle. i was behaving so recklessly and i was consistently enabled to behave that way because my friends were already wild and i was the “innocent” one.

we won’t get into my single life, because i barely remember it. and what i do remember, i regret with all of me.

i ended up living with someone who made my substance abuse problems look like they were freckles on the face of mount rushmore. i was enabled a lot, my tolerance for alcohol went up and drinking was one of the few things i looked forward to. we bonded through drinking on the weekends together and listening to music. it felt like the only time i had his full attention after a while. but things turned south once my unresolved trauma i repressed started to leak out of me like a burst pipe. it annoyed him, i could tell, but i couldn’t stop and would work myself into panic attacks almost every weekend. all of the things i let lay dormant came up and it wasn’t something he wanted to deal with. he had his own shit he was focused on.

i don’t want to get into how alcohol almost ended my life one night, so i won’t, but it’s something i live with every day and still have to work through 4 years later.

at the end, i was looking for any type of connection i could find outside of a person i felt like hated me. i bonded with my new coworkers at bars, drinking heavily, behaving recklessly, back to attention seeking behavior and no regard for my own well-being. not eating, not sleeping. just trying to make it through each day feeling as little as possible. the mounting guilt of my lifestyle and decisions were weighing on me and i refused to let myself process any of that. get up, chug caffeine, work retail, eat lunch in backroom, wait all night at shop to go to bar, go to bar, somehow get home. if i ever for any reason had to go straight home, i dreaded it and ended up drunk there too.

that relationship ended and my first healthy relationship started, but we still were drinking to excess. it made me the worst version of myself. it was the only way i felt i could relate to people. i felt stunted — i had no friends my own age anymore after fleeing my past life to try to make a new one. and i know i left hurt in my wake to try to be free, but it felt like it was freedom or death. but i was trying so hard to be relatable, and the only way that i felt like i was worth being around was being the funny drunk who had all the tea. and it made me a bad person. drinking helped me be the worst version of myself.

i think one of my worst points that made me really truly realize i probably had a problem was being so unbelievably high on a trip to see my favorite artists, taking my anti-anxiety meds and then drinking 4 beers and not remembering anything except for what images and videos i had in my phone the next day. i kept fucking up though, because fucking up is easier than feeling all the shit you don’t wanna feel.

so november 20, 2021, i stopped. and i don’t foresee myself ever going back. i woke up the night after emo night and was convinced i had done something terrible. the people i was with looked perplexed and said no, you were pretty normal. i didn’t believe them. the paranoia was so intense, it felt like i was being hunted for sport. so i started a counter and said “i’m never feeling like that again”.

and i know they’re still in there, lurking, this little winged demon, this evil part of me that doesn’t need enabling. this edgy little asshole who needs to be terrible to get noticed. it’s a contest for who can say the worst thing and i refuse to lose. but even stronger than that is the need to feel like i am able to self-govern. and when i get my substances of choice involved, i become ungovernable. my emotions are strong and feel all-encompassing as it is, i don’t need to try to numb my senses even further than i have.

and yeah, i do miss brunch bloody marys. i miss nighttime mimosas. i miss midnight vodka red bulls and weeknight chugging evan from the bottle. i miss being able to relate to other people in a way that felt effortless, in a way that made me open up, in a vulnerable way i felt may be endearing enough to win over people who were never focused on relating to me anyway.

but life isn’t effortless. and sometimes the things that surround us to make life seem a little easier end up making everything so much harder.

i could take the shortcut if i wanted to, but it isn’t worth the reroute.

i could watch the highlights, but i’ll never experience the full flick.

i could take the shot if i wanted to, but it isn’t worth the hangover.

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 6 months

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Tw for mentioning CSA and SA in general

(not really relevant to context, but I am ftm and all the child stuff happened well before coming out; either way they/he if you're gonna refer to me regardless)

I kinda want advice? I think? Or at least others' thoughts on the matter.

Back when I was a kid, I can remember most of my childhood. Like, as far as I know, no big blank spots or anything.

But whenever I was in a class or seminar in college where we had a seminar about SA, I'd get a really physical and emotional reaction. For a while I thought maybe it was just cause I was really empathetic because I am naturally. Now I'm not so sure?

I got diagnosed with antibodies of an std, but no way to have gotten it. Super asexual (mildly sex-repulsed on top) and just no interest in doing stuff that could lead to an STD. No genetic passed along through birth either. We're still looking into if it's maybe a false flag and is actually something else appearing as it. But whether or not that's the case, I still feel off about it.

Like, my mom would ask about certain situations when I was a kid and if anything had happened to me (specifically close family friend we'd have to stay with briefly and if they'd SAed me), which I'd answer no. But now I'm not so sure? Mind you, she asked me years after the fact, so the memories were already fuzzy.

Thing is, I think if it happened, I suspect an ex-uncle (my aunt and he separated). Certain holidays stand out in my mind of him just staring at me across the room. Or even from another room way far away. And after one holiday, I stopped wanting to sleep on my own in a room (cousins were always loud and I didn't like that option either), so I always did my best to stay in the same room with my parents, which bothered my mom a lot, cause she commented on it (more in that she wanted privacy with my dad, which I get, but it was a safety thing, that much I do know).

I dunno. Part of me feels like I'm making the whole thing up in my head to feel better. There's no real evidence, no fragments of memories, really. Just a weird kind of obsession with incest stories and avoiding that uncle a lot. Which isn't totally unfounded anyway. My mom told me a few years ago (around when aunt+ex-uncle separated) that "oh hey, he cheated on your aunt a lot and brought your cousins along (young children at the time) and stuff happened to them."

I just don't know anymore and I don't know how to cope with not knowing. I feel like it would be easier to bear if I just knew "yes, this did happen to me." Instead of forever wondering "did it happen or am I making up false memories?"

Because I just don't know. There are none. It's blank, but not months of time? Just like, part of a day? Hell, I used to sleep like the dead so it could have been when I was asleep, which I did have kinda nightmares about for a while. And now I'm a very light sleeper.

I'll stop rambling now. Just... Help? I guess?

Hi anon,

I think a lot of what you mentioned could be symptoms of some kind of trauma, but they could also be coincidental and explained by other things. Ultimately it's not up for me to say whether or not you have trauma if you cannot explicitly recall anything. It would be unsafe to your mental health for me to speculate. If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist can work with you to explore your experiences and get to the bottom of this.

I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw child abuse #tw sa #tw csa #tw incest

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onesheeptwosheepandachicken · 3 years

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26 Reasons why Qrow is not Ruby’s father and why Taiyang is Ruby’s father

In response to the toxic aspect of the fandom attacking CRWBY and demanding that their desires for Qrow be chosen over canon, or how they feel their theory is more valid than the show itself? I have researched RWBY to make this 26-point Discussion as to why Canon is valid, and fancanon is not when it comes to Qrow Branwen, Ruby Rose, Taiyang Xiao Long, and Summer Rose.

1. “Monty said NO” Most obviously. Monty Oum.

He said in this tweet that ruby and yang are half-sisters…half-sisters, which means they share the same mom or dad…in this case Taiyang….

https://twitter.com/montyoum/status/492070189731565568

Now people have claimed “he obviously meant step-sisters or cousins” Why is it that every time we show the English dictionary to you people or ask you to read it, that you claim you are being attacked or that you claim Monty was misleading us?

2. The writers said NO

Miles Luna debunked this theory on Reddit…

He pointed out that Ruby sees Qrow as a Role model, so she adapts her colors to be similar to his.

And you don’t need somebody to be blood to be your role model.

https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/7x3w4s/crwby_ama_w_miles_luna_kerry_shawcross_and_paula/du5d67g/?

3. “Rooster Teeth said NO” Rooster Teeth even said that Qrow is "Ruby and Yang's Uncle" They also said “Ladies, he’s not your man”

https://twitter.com/RoosterTeeth/status/1067205612331782144

4. “But what if Summer had feelings for Qrow? Why does Qrow Serve Ozpin?” Qrow said in Volume 6 " No one wanted me... I was cursed... I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world... I thought I was finally doing some good... " So he was saying he wasn't wanted, so no relationship with Summer. SUMMER DID NOT WANT HIM. And he was literally saying he served Ozpin because Ozpin gave him purpose. It’s pretty sad how people think Qrow can only be a complex character if he obsesses over another person’s wife and child. What , you wanna make him Severus Snape, the Lilly Potter stalker who insulted a girl’s face and tried to poison a boy’s pet and publicly outed a teacher?

https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Qrow_Branwen/Quotes#So_That.27s_How_It_Is

5, "But Qrow could be lying" Except in volume 6 Qrow literally said "Don't lie...we're better than that"

And in volume 7?

" Long time ago. I just found working alone tends to be for the best "

" Gotta say, I’m still not really used to working with other Huntsmen in the field. "

And finally World Of Remnant on Patch.

" Nice place to raise a family, if you're into that sort of thing. "

https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Qrow_Branwen/Quotes#So_That.27s_How_It_Is

6. “Qrow fans claim that Ruby and Summer form a core part of Qrow’s character and backstory.” WRONG! The main accusation for demanding Rooster Teeth / CRWBY change the backstory for Qrow would accomplish nothing.

Raven already pushed Yang onto Taiyang to raise on his own.

Qrow forcing Tai to Raise Ruby alongside Yang while Qrow could regularly visit, and while Summer lived with Taiyang, Yang, and Ruby?

It would cheapen Qrow’s character….blood isn’t everything. Neither are cliches.

7. “But what if Qrow gave Ruby to Tai to raise after Summer’s death?” Volume Chapter 6, Burning the Candle.

Yang tells Blake that she (yang) and Ruby were raised together by Summer and Taiyang…not by Taiyang on his own, but by Summer and Taiyang.

Yang clearly had memories of being raised by Summer and Tai both, which meant that Summer and Taiyang lived together raising Ruby and Yang for Several Years.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZkN-53h5Os

8. “Does Taiyang care about Summer or Ruby?” Taiyang was noted to have shut down when Summer didn’t come back…. Yang noted this in Volume 2 Chapter 6, and Ruby mentioned in the first episode of Volume 3 that Taiyang missed Summer. Qrow also said that Ruby is Taiyang’s “Special Angel”…. Ruby has also pointed out numerous times that Taiyang is Overprotective of Ruby. In fact, Ruby's conversation with Penny about overprotective fathers.

9. “Qrow knows Taiyang is Ruby’s Father. Taiyang knows Ruby is Taiyang’s daughter. Qrow has referred to Taiyang as Ruby’s father during volume 3 and 7. Taiyang referred to Ruby as his daughter in volume 3.

10. “Why didn’t Taiyang train Ruby in Martial Arts?” Taiyang is a martial arts fighter. Ruby has neither the build nor the personality for ruthless hand to hand combat like her sister… Taiyang would trust Qrow, despite his semblance. Remember how bad Ruby was in v5?

11. “Qrow’s semblance is not what his fans exaggerate it to be”

Speaking of Qrow’s semblance? He was playing video games with his nieces, taught at Signal Academy, and could train Ruby… Clearly, his semblance is not what theorists make it out to be.

12. “Why doesn’t Qrow treat Yang the same way he treats Ruby?”

Yang is the daughter of Qrow’s sister,who abandoned the team.

During a one on one interaction between Qrow and Yang after yang vs mercury, Qrow called his own niece crazy, after she had been framed.

Qrow was not empathetic to Yang.

Qrow may not like Yang’s resemblance to Raven.

Ruby is the daughter of his two closest friends, so of course he’d prefer Ruby over Yang.

13. “Examples of Taiyang caring for Ruby.”

Volume 2 Ruby was excited when Taiyang sent a package in the mail, not even knowing it was Zwei.

Taiyang was at Ruby’s bedside in V3, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

He also tried to bring her breakfast in bed.

Taiyang said he wanted to chase after Ruby, but had to nurse Yang back to health.

During the V8 broadcast, Taiyang was upset when the broadcast was cut.

14. “Genetics research”

Black hair is the subtype of the pigment for blonde hair…

Also, Ruby’s got the same hair strand that Yang and Taiyang have.

Finally, black hair is more dominant.

So Ruby doesn’t need blonde hair to be Taiyang’s kid.

https://askinglot.com/is-black-hair-a-dominant-or-recessive-gene

https://www.quora.com/If-a-jet-black-haired-parent-and-a-blonde-parent-have-children-what-color-hair-would-the-children-likely-have

15. “The STRQ Photo”

The photo....Qrow was with STRQ for four years...do you really think Qrow is not allowed to cry on the photo unless he was romantically involved? Can't a man grieve over the death of a female friend that he was NOT in a relationship with? Or are men not allowed to have female friends? Ichigo and Rukia from Bleach for example...friendship. They were his friends, his family. People seem obsessed with the idea that Qrow cannot care about a woman unless he was romantically involved or unless he's their bastard father.

16. “Men and Women…as friends, platonic” Harry Potter as a book showed that a boy and a girl can interact and still be friends…

Why can’t Qrow be Summer’s friend?

Why does he have to be her lover?

We’ve seen Qrow talk about Innkeeper’s skirt lengths and leer at Barmaids who flirted with him.

Also, he’s shown to be bonding with both Clover and Robyn.

People act like he doesn't flirt with anyone , and yet he does.

17. “Bad Luck Charm” Qrow has spent his whole life with his semblance, named after a Crow.

Raised by the Branwen bandit tribe.

“You and I are not the same, you don’t want the burden of my name” Both Branwen and Qrow are names that Qrow hates due to his semblance and past…

People may think of him as cool, but Qrow suffers from self-loathing.

So NO, the Bad Luck Charm song does NOT in fact allude to Qrow being Ruby’s father, but that Qrow hates himself, hence a major part of why he’s alcoholic.

Proof of which is his volume 6 exchange with Ozpin about being useful, which Qrow disagrees with, leading him to drink further. Yang literally said that she had never seen qrow so drunk before in v6.

And Ruby encourages his self-worth leading him to try giving up alcohol….

His alcoholism is tied to low-self-esteem, not relationships.

18. Manga Anthology

Taiyang was shown in the Manga Anthology to have shut down upon Summer’s Death. That impacted his relationship with Ruby and Yang. Qrow? Is relatively unaffected. The good Uncle helping around the house. Taiyang haters and Qrow stans took this to demand that Qrow is entitled to Ruby, despite Taiyang recovering and doing his best to be a father. Anything Qrow does is worshipped like Mother Teresa, while anything Taiyang does, good or bad, is downplayed and smashed. Taiyang loved Summer so much he was devastated by her death. Qrow was unaffected. Think about that.

19. “I like Brats” Why does Qrow spend time with kids he’s not related to? Because he likes kids. You know how there are adults who enjoy being around brats? That’s Qrow. He didn’t have romantic feelings for Summer, he liked being around her because she was like a kid. Similar to how Blake likes Ruby’s idealism? And trusts her leadership?

20. “Taiyang the 2-timer accusation”

A woman on youtube claimed that Taiyang was a 2-timer who cheated on raven with summer, as there was, in her and her friends’ minds, “no way that taiyang could be with half his team” When asked about TaiQrow as a joke, she was angered that people even ship TaiQrow.

But let me ask you this. Are you the same person you are now that you were 10 years ago? People claim that Qrow was somehow cool in beacon…because he’s cool now. But Taiyang, who raises two kids, and holds a job and a house…cannot be ruby’s father…because he’s not cool? And that somehow he was never cool? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had to be cool to be a parent. I also had no idea people were only allowed to be in one relationship per lifetime. Raven freaking abandoned Tai for the tribe. Summer chose Taiyang over Qrow. People literally make Qrow out to be either an OC in a shipping fanfic, or a Naruto fanfic where Naruto is written to be fawned over by a girl whose canonical spouse, boyfriend, or male friend is somehow rewritten as evil.

1 year…..in 1 year since Raven abandoned Taiyang and Yang, Summer Rose the friend of Taiyang’s who he had known for 4 years, became more than a friend.

So no….Taiyang is not a two-timer…he moved on from Raven.

22. “Why can’t Taiyang talk about Summer?” To WHO? He’s barely got 15 minutes of screentime, and the writers did NOT do him any favors when they had Qrow demand he leave so Qrow could tell Ruby a secret Ozpin trusted him with, before telling Ruby to run away from home leaving only a freaking note. Terrible daughter. Even Yang was prepared to do the same! To a man whose first wife abandoned him! At least Weiss has a legit reason for acting as she does against Jacques, several at least. Ruby? No. Now why would Taiyang talk about Summer’s fighting style to Yang when trying to get her to stop acting like Raven in her fighting style and semblance? Sure if there was more time…but RT at the end of the day isn’t some money-hungry political entity, it’s a startup at the end of the day, they don’t have the ability to do a full anime episode. Also, Taiyang cannot go out on these active missions…he was a schoolteacher who did not do missions until only recently…he was retired, remember.

23. “These fanworks make more sense to me”

Qrow fans have tried using fanworks to justify their theory or ship, the same way Blacksun fans or Adam apologists make similar claims, and even Raven fans try to claim Raven is somehow a good mother. What do these fanworks do? Hate on Taiyang. Dismiss Ruby and Yang being half-blood siblings. Ignore multiple elements of the show or scenes. Occasionally shit-talk the writers.

Every time somebody tries to make a “rwby rewrite” or “rwby alt” or “Qrow is ruby’s father au” they cannot do it without completely rewriting the characters in so many forms and even the show, till Qrow, Raven, Taiyang, and Summer are NOTHING like they are in the show…And ONLY how a shipper wants qrow to be.

Or rewriting qrow to be nothing like he is in the show.

Most Alt or Rewrite consists of making Taiyang abusive, a cheater, or refusing to allow him to interact with Summer, while regularly pushing qrowxsummer at each other.

So no…it’s not that it makes sense to them through some fanart….a headcanon that has been debunked is no longer headcanon. A theory that is shut down is no longer a theory. There’s a reason anti-vaxxers and flat-earthers still exist. Because to them, their theories make more sense than reality. Which is why people still believe Qrow is Ruby’s father the same way people believe vaccines cause autism. Neither are true, and no amount of facts will shut them down, but they’re both popular theories.

24. “Qrow Rings and Cross”

People claim that Qrow was married to Summer or that his cross represents him mourning Summer. Did the STRQ photo, in v3, the same volume as his appearance, not show Qrow with his rings, his cross, and angrily scowling, while Summer was right next to Taiyang?

25. “What about Summer Rose’s choice?”

Remember how I said making Qrow’s character based on solely Ruby and Summer, ignoring everything regarding the tribe and ozpin giving him hope, and the grimm reaper…was bad writing? There’s a reason people hated v5. Raven was proven to be the deadbeat, Qrow was shown to have friends, and that Taiyang knew about Salem, and of course it was confirmed that Yang and Ruby again were sisters by Raven.

Now how about Summer? Team leader….took a man and a daughter who were abandoned by her friend…and made them her own. Yang calls Summer Rose “Supermom” and “Her Hero”…was literally willing to storm a bandit camp so Raven could use her portal to take Yang to Qrow, so she could get to Ruby. And yeah, I know the RWBY critics scream “why didn’t Yang just look for Ruby in Mistral?” It’s a bloody kingdom, and Yang was pursuing a lead, that Tai had given her, and Qrow told Yang he’d look after her sister. Remember that? Oh wait, RWBY Critics forget, my bad. Anyway, she’s more of a sister to Qrow than his blood sister Raven, she’s more of a mother to Yang than Raven, and she’s more of a spouse to Tai than Raven. Good Stepmother. Non-married couple. Relationship built on trust. Blood is not the same as family. (Example Weiss’s remark to her father) (Or Dom Toretto)

So making Summer into a throw-away character who dies so that a brooding jerk of an alcoholic can claim character development? Making a woman nothing except a throw-away for a man to get development is BAD WRITING. For God’s Sakes, even Pyrrha was written better than that! She interacted with team rwby, nora was always helping her out, and so was Ren (though those shakes are a crime against humanity” But when Qrow fans try to demand he’s ruby’s father? Their fanworks make Summer as much of a flat character as Preston Harvey from Fallout 4, where they make Summer unable to do anything but be obsessed with Qrow and having his child, similar to how Preston cannot think of anything other than “Another settlement needs your help, I’ll mark it on your pip-boy”

26. Finally, the accusations that CRWBY are lying.

“You have to be ****** if you believe CRWBY when they say Qrow isn’t Ruby’s father” “CRWBY is lying, it’s what writers do” “It’s okay for writers to lie, it’s good for plot” “I’d prefer it if CRWBY was lying to us” “Monty is dead, the writers should change it now” “Monty is dead, nothing else in the writing matters” “Monty was hiding the truth from us” “CRWBY is hiding the truth about Qrow being Ruby’s father” “It makes sense for CRWBY to lie to us” Look at this…Twitter, Youtube, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit, instagram…. The first quote? Was a woman who was using an anti-autism anti-disability slur defending the theory. Never have I ever seen people so obsessed with a theory that they would deny reality and be rude to the very writers and original creator. But the QrowxSummer and Qrow is Ruby’s Father fandom group has made countless cases of this. THIS is how they defend their theory? And people upvote, like and support these remarks? SHAME SHAME SHAME

Conclusion:

I get how people desire qrow to be Ruby’s father for ships or fanfics.

Even to where they make Taiyang a hated character just for the sake of making sure nobody disagrees with them.

But the attacking of RWBY and CRWBY, claiming that “this needs to be fixed”, or getting angry at RT for not giving you the non-canon ship you want? Claiming that just because you want it to be so, that somehow your ship/theory has “validity?”

That reflects poorly on the fandom and critics.

But then again…. It’s easy to ignore what’s real and what’s a fact that when theorists and ship-pushers and CRWBY Haters on youtube tells you to stop listening to monty and the writers, and instead believe whatever you want and claim whatever you want, Because surely you know what’s better for the show than the people who worked on it, right? Ha ha ha, no. THAT is the ULTIMATE disrespect somebody calling themselves a fan could ever give. And if you think or agree with that type of logic, you should look in the mirror.

I looked for backup sources to defend CRWBY and RWBY, you’ll find them below.

Backup sources include:

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-is-not-rubys-dad/422o_0rbCYuoXj36VoB7obK3MXPZRbPKkz5

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/why-the-qrow-is-rubys-father-theory-is-wrong/z668_nQlIxu0dmRdRpEPxqE3qlWlZEmoE2

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-cant-possibly-be-rubys-and-heres-why/8BB5_LPVCmu2bonkw8eEP3Yokg8m8zJlgNV

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/why-qrow-isnt-rubys-father/lXXx_5QoUQuPVGo3Wgko3wJ52mMBl7644P

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/is-qrow-rubys-father-short-answer-no/422o_0rbCYupDKezxPxpdje7dRn3nB8YvZ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPbft3KJd6o

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-is-rubys-dad-theory-debunk/d33g_pQEcbu1NKQoMEv0kmDpP6N8bmowkkq

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Until the End of the World - 10

Until the End of the World: A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 1801

Rating: E

Warnings: pregnancy

Synopsis: Four years after Steve and Bucky got to the bottom of the HYDRA conspiracy that had led to you and your son being hunted for the first three years of his life, you, Bucky, and Steve have carved out a nice life together. Things are calm and you feel like a family unit. When Geo starts calling Bucky and Steve ‘dad’, a decision is made to try and add to your family.

Things aren’t as calm as they seem. When your pregnancy hits the papers, HYDRA rears its head once again, and Steve and Bucky need to track you down to protect the family they had created.

Chapter 10

The tabloid sites all latched on to the story of you being pregnant very quickly. Due to the fact you were often seen out with either Bucky or Steve or both, there had been speculation about who exactly you were. Theories went from dating one and cheating on them with the other. Being a ‘close family friend’. Dating one and the other being a close friend. Bouncing between them both like a ping-pong ball. Many fans speculated that they were polyamorous. Bucky had even made the mistake of going deep into the ‘Avengers fandom’ and discovered people doing what they called ‘shipping’ the three of you together. Not just the three of you but him and Steve with all kinds of people. He’d stopped looking when he saw people writing stories about him and Tony together. It turned out there were things he was better off not knowing.

None of the tabloids ever assumed polyamory though, and neither he nor Steve was going to confirm it for them. That made your pregnancy the subject of a lot of speculation. Whose baby was it? The most loved version of the story was that it was Bucky’s love child conceived while you were cheating on Steve with him.

It was a little stressful, but Bucky had heard worse. There was still a vocal majority that considered him a threat that should have been tried for his crimes years ago. Bucky had learned a long time ago not to google himself unless he was feeling particularly self-destructive. You, on the other hand, were still learning, so it took some reassuring that this matter was no one else's business.

Besides the ever-present gossip mill, things were going well. Every doctor's appointment showed that the baby was developing well. All the tests you had were coming back fine. You seemed to be full of energy and Geo was starting to get excited about the idea of having a little brother or sister. The new place was nearly finished. Bucky hadn’t been sent on a mission for a long time. He felt happy - and that was a feeling he liked to experience as fully as he could because he knew from experience how fleeting it could be.

The three of you had decided to take Geo along to the ultrasound where you’d be finding out the sex. He had only seen pictures of the baby so far and you’d thought he might like to see them moving around and find out if he was having a brother or a sister. According to you, the baby was kicking a lot at the moment, so you weren't worried about bad news being delivered.

Geo sat on Bucky’s lap while Steve sat beside you, holding your hand as the technician squeeze the gel onto your stomach. “Have they been kicking much?” Brown asked as she began to move the wand around on your stomach. Bucky looked up at the screen, waiting for the baby to come into view.

You smiled and nodded. “So much. The little nugget is going to be a fighter.”

Brown smiled. “Just like it’s dads, huh?” She said. “Has anyone else felt the kicks?”

“Not yet,” Steve answered. “I can’t wait though.”

The baby came into view on the screen. You’d been getting pretty regular ultrasounds with your checkups and Bucky liked how the little blob was getting bigger and looking more like a baby every time. “It shouldn’t be too much longer. I’d bet by the end of the week you get a little flutter against your hand.”

Steve looked at Bucky and grinned and Bucky couldn’t help but lean over and peck his lips. Geo didn’t seem that happy with the action and he wriggled in Bucky’s lap. Bucky chuckled and pulled back. “Can you see the baby, G?” He asked, pointing at the screen.

Geo nodded. “The machine is really cool how it works. It’s using sound to make the shape of the baby inside mom.”

“That’s right,” Brown said. “You’re a smart kid.”

Geo looked up at Bucky and grinned obviously very proud of himself. Bucky smiled and ruffled his hair.

“If you see here,” Brown said. “This is the baby's head, and their spine. They have hands and feet and you can even see their toes and fingers…”

Geo watched on fascinated by the digital image of his new sibling. Not just because that was his new sibling, but because he had a scientific fascination with where it was developmentally and how the machines could show what they show. He asked lots of questions about whether it could hear or see and how it absorbed food. Bucky couldn’t really remember what kids were like, and so he had no idea if this was advance thinking for a seven-year-old or not. He felt like it was advanced though, and he made a mental note to ask you later.

“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Geo asked.

“I can find out,” the tech said. “Is that okay, Captain Rogers?”

Steve chuckled. “It’s not just my decision to make.”

Brown hid her face behind her hands for a moment and shook her head. “I’m so sorry, that is such a default reaction.”

“It’s fine,” Steve said. “Please just relax. We’re just patients. And yes, we already decided we wanted to find out.”

She moved the wand around to get it into position. “Well, bud,” Brown said. “Did you have a preference?”

“I dunno,” Geo said. “I don’t have either.”

“Well you don’t have a brother,” Brown said. “You’re going to have a little sister.”

“It’s a girl?” Bucky asked, looking over at you and Steve to see your reactions. Steve looked like he’d been lit up from the inside, and tears had pricked your eyes.

“That’s right. It’s a girl,” Brown confirmed.

“A little girl,” Steve said, softly.

“Now we have one of each,” Bucky said, and Geo turned around on Bucky’s lap and hugged him. Bucky closed his arms around the boy, hugging him tightly. “You’re gonna be such a good big brother,” Bucky whispered as he hugged the boy.

“Do you want any pictures this time?” Brown asked.

“Yes, please,” you said, quickly.

Brown cleaned off the paddle and pressed the button to print out the photos of the baby. You grabbed some kleenex from the counter and cleaned the gel off your stomach. “You think Morgan will be excited there’s going to be another little girl around?” Steve asked Geo.

“Probably,” Geo said. “As long as she likes robots too. Umm… you think the baby will be able to talk to the computers like I can?”

Steve furrowed his brow as he helped you up. Bucky shook his head to clear it. It was strange, despite the fact that Geo had powers that he’d clearly gotten from you, and the fact both he and Steve had the Super Serum, the thought of a super-powered baby had never really crossed their minds. It was like all that was just such a normal part of their lives now, they didn’t really think about how it impacted things. You didn’t have powers and it was possible the only reason Geo did was that both you and his father had been through experimentation so close to his conception. It could be that those drugs were now completely out of your system, but no one had thought to look into that first.

“You know what?” Steve said eventually. “I don’t know.”

“Probably should have considered that before we dived in with both feet, huh?” You said.

“You could ask your obstetrician about doing an amniocentesis,” Brown suggested. “Then they could do a genetic workup. Check for abnormalities.”

“Don’t they have risks involved?” You asked.

“Sure, but normally it’s one of those things where there are risks involved either way, and you decide which outcome is worse,” Brown explained.

You furrowed your brow and nodded and Bucky wondered what you were thinking. “Thank you, Miss Brown,” Steve said. “We’ll see you next time.”

“Of course,” she said, brightly. “See you.”

The four of you walked out into the ward and headed to the elevator. “I’m sorry if I upset you,” Geo said as the doors opened.

“You didn’t, G. Don’t worry,” you assured him, kissing the top of his head. “It’s just not something we thought about when we probably should have. Because you got your powers from me and your birth dad, but Bucky and Steve have their own powers.”

“Well, we’re enhanced,” Steve corrected them. “Not the same as what you have.”

“I think…” Bucky said slowly, aware that this was not a discussion that should be held in front of Geo, but also knowing that the boy needed to be reassured that his powers were not a negative, nor would he be losing the sister he really only just met. “I think it might be too late to worry about. I mean… what if they do find out the baby is enhanced? It’s not like we would love them any less, or not want them. They’d just be special, like Geo.”

“Of course,” you said quickly. “We would have done this either way I think.”

“So… let’s just wait and see. We don’t want to risk anything bad happening,” Bucky said. “The baby looks normal, so we know it’s not a tentacle beast.”

Geo started laughing. “That would be so cool.”

“She might not be able to talk to computers even if she does have powers though, G,” you said, stifling your own laugh. “When I had powers I could hear people’s thoughts. And your dad, he could run really fast.”

“Wow,” Geo said. “I hope she can fly.”

“Oh my goodness,” you said. “I don’t.”

“Yeah, imagine having to change a diaper on a baby and it’s zooming around over your head,” Bucky said, making Geo breakdown into fits of giggles.

“Alright, Geo,” Steve said. “You go wash up and we’ll have some lunch. Do you want to see if Morgan can come to play and you can tell her all about your sister?”

“Yeah, alright,” Geo said, running off to the bathroom.

Steve turned to you and Bucky and took your hands. “It’s going to be fine,” he said. “We can face whatever happens, I know we can.”

“Let’s just hope they can’t fly,” you joked.

“We’ll handle that too,” Steve said.

“Yeah, we’ll put a little harness on them, and weigh them down with rocks,” Bucky joked and you burst out laughing.

Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled Bucky in close so that all three of you were holding each other. Bucky closed his eyes and breathed you both in, confident that together, you could all handle whatever powers she may or may not have.

// NEXT

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #captain america fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #pregnancy #until the end of the world

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Who’s the father?

I got this silly idea and I had to write it :S Silly, comedy, crack (?) and fluff (?) - and Lukanette endgame, of course.

AO3

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Luka didn't expect to find Adrien Agreste in the hotel room he had been summoned by Marinette. ‘I need to tell you something important’ his wife had messaged him. But why was her ‘just a friend’ Adrien Agreste there too?

Luka greeted Adrien, confused, as he took a seat and looked for Marinette in the vast suite of Chloe’s father’s hotel. She came out of the toilet and turned to face them.

“Luka, you’ve arrived. Now that we’re all here, I have to tell you something…”

Luka gulped, nervous, expectant. Something about this situation felt very wrong, but he couldn’t place what yet. Then Marinette reached her pocket and took a device out of it, showing it to the men before dropping THE BOMB:

“I’m pregnant”

Joy should have been in Luka’s mind after the notice- but that wasn’t the case. FEAR was all he had in his body. ‘Pregnant? Awesome!’ But then again… Why was Adrien Agreste there...? Did that mean Luka wasn’t the father? Or that she didn't know? They’ve been dating for a few years, didn’t they? Heck! They were MARRIED! Then why? Was she cheating on him? He internally asked.

“Am I the father?” Adrien asked, and Luka was SHOCKED. It felt like cold water falling over him. Out of nowhere, more questions joined Adrien’s. “Or I am?” a red haired boy appeared in the room. “Maybe me?” the robot creator said, “Or me?” Kim added. Luka couldn’t believe his eyes. What was going on? Where did all those people come from? And why were they claiming Marinette’s child fatherhood. He was her husband! Shouldn’t he be THE ONLY possible candidate there?

“Is it mine, Marinette?”, “Or mine?” two new voices joined. ‘NINO!? IVAN!? This is so wrong!’

“It can only be from the coolest, and that’s me!” another man appeared in the room, and it scandalized Luka.

‘Oh no, not XY! This has to be a nightmare. Marinette what’s going on?’

“Marinette” Luka finally said, getting closer and holding her arms. He took a deep breath, trying to keep him calm, and gulped. “I am the father, right...?” he finally asked in a threat of a voice close to her ear.

Marinette’s gaze lowered and she chewed her lower lip to finally spill some tears and cover her face with her hands. ‘It can’t be…’ Luka feared the worst.

“WHO’S THE FATHEEEER!?” he screamed in despair.

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Luka woke up covered by cold sweat, and panting, shouting loudly the last sentence he pronounced in his dream.

“See? He’s ok. He only passed out of the shock. Welcome back, Luka”

Luka, still numb, turned his head towards the owner of that voice: Juleka, his twin sister. Who was she talking to? Juleka signaled to her left and there she was: Marinette, with a worried look on her face.

“Marinette! What happened?” he finally asked, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

“You passed out of the shock. Gosh, you’re hilarious! Next time don’t startle your wife like this. She was worried about you” Juleka said, adding a low “Lucky bastard…” and an elbow hit at his ribs at the end.

Luka blinked at Marinette. ‘Wife’ she had said. ‘At least the wife part is true!’ he sighed, relieved. ‘Of course it had to be! What was he thinking about?’ Realization hit him. “Wait- I passed out? Why did I pass out?”

Juleka made a ‘I told you’ gesture to Marinette, and the blushing woman took something out of her pocket: a positive pregnancy test.

His reaction wasn’t not what she had expected, but ‘at least he hasn’t passed out this time’. She sighed relieved, despite her concern and nervosity, expectant for his reaction.

Luka’s mouth fell to the floor and his eyes had never been so opened. ‘What?’ He quickly shook his head and pinched his arm (in case he was still dreaming- which wasn’t the case anymore) and grabbed Marinette’s shoulders first, and then moved his hands to cup her cheeks, staring at her sapphire blue eyes. Marinette jolted at his sudden touch.

“Marinette” he gulped. “Who’s the father?”

An awkward silence followed his question. Marinette was offended, and so showed her face, and Juleka was both rolling her eyes in disappointment and ready to grab some popcorn and enjoy the show to come.

“Are you making fun of me? Because this isn’t funny!” ‘Oh no, she sounds ANGRY’ Luka realized. “It’s obviously you, dummy!” she said.

“No Adrien, no tomato boy, no Kim, or Max or Nino- And please no XY?”

“What-!? NO! HELL NO! What are you talking about? Are you still asleep?” Marinette’s eyebrows frowned, and if she was already offended and angry, now she was also disgusted. “What’s wrong with you? Is this you denying the idea of being a father? If you hate it so much I can-”

“NO! NO NO NO! Marinette, NO! That’s not it! I just had a horrible nightmare and-” she frowned again- she thought he was just thinking of a silly excuse. Oh no. “Marinette. I love you and it would make me the happiest to become the father of your children. Trust me, please” he begged, trying to kiss Marinette on her lips, only to find it rejected. “I was just not expecting that. I’m shocked. You have to believe me, please!”

Marinette finally loosen up at her boyfriend’s desperate begging. She trusted him, after all. And she knew well enough he sometimes short-circuited, like the first time she had kissed him or when she had finally confessed to him after gathering the courage. Marinette giggled at the far memory.

“Luka. We’re going to have a baby. You and me. Me and you. We’re going to be a family of 3 soon!”

“Marinette, Oh my lord! We’re going to be parents! You’re going to be the best mother in the world and I’m going to be a fath-” he paused. “I’ll give it my all to be the best father I can”

Marientte blinked at his sudden change of attitude: from joyful to serious. “Are you ok? Do you need more time to process this? We can still think-”

“No, Marinette. That’s not it. It’s just… I’ve never had a father, you know? I became a little worried, that’s all. But I promise I’ll try to be the best father this child- our child- could ever have. I love you, Marinette. You make me so happy...” he fell into her arms, his joy palpable in the way he hugged her. And Marinette could finally breathe again, relieved and expectant of the new future awaiting for them.

“Oh, Luka! I love you too” she said, moving to eagerly kiss him.

That was Juleka’s curfew to leave the room, dragging her mother- who had been eavesdropping at the door- along and giving the couple some intimacy to process their future to come.

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The parenthood news kept swirling in Luka’s mind. ‘Father’. The word alone frightened him. ‘Could he be a good father when he had no paternal figure all his life?’ Maybe it was time to ask her mother about his roots.

“Mom. Who’s our father” Luka asked after dinner at the Liberty’s deck, to Juleka’s surprise.

“Oh. I wondered when this time would come… It took you longer than expected to ask, son” Anarka said, finishing the last bit of her fruit salad. “Why now? If you’re scared of being a bad father like Gabriel Agreste then you shouldn’t worry, because-”

“No, that’s not it, mom. I never needed a father because you two were enough for me. But if I’m going to be a father, I need to be aware of possible genetic transmitted diseases or other possible alterations my child could inherit” Luka explained.

“I see. You’ll be a good father, Luka. I guess it’s time I tell you about him then...”

Juleka remained silent, just listened, curious, but also scared. She never had the courage to ask about their father in case it made her mother sad or angry, or whatever, despite wanting to know for a long time.

“When I was born it was a stormy day-” Anarka started.

“Mom. Straight to the point, please. Marinette and I have an appointment with the Doctor in less than two hours”, Luka rushed her, knowing she could be talking for hours otherwise.

“Ok, straight to the point, then” she pouted a little in a childish manner. Then she took a deep breath and gave them her answer. “I don’t know”

“Wait, what!?” The twins asked in unison.

“I don’t know, that’s it” she shrugged.

Juleka and Luka were staring at each other and looking for traces of joking in their mother's face. But nothing. She really didn’t know.

“You can’t be serious. Was it a stranger? Someone you don’t know?” Anarka denied it with her head. “You should have an idea then!”

“There are three possibilities…” she tilted her head in a remembering gesture.

“Oh, no. This is reminding me of Mamma Mia...” Juleka rolled her eyes, making Anarka chuckle a little at the comparison.

“Ok, tell us. I still want to know. “Luka demanded. “You want to know too, right?” he added, turning to Juleka, who nodded in agreement.

Anarka raised her arms, disarmed in front of her dearest children. “Ok, ok. I get it…. This is going to be surprising... “

“Just tell us! Do we know them?” Luka asked.

“You do” Anarka nodded. “First is… Agent Roger”

“AGENT ROGER!?” the twins yelled in panic, exchanging panicked looks.

“Oh no, mom! What were you thinking!?” Juleka asked.

“I wasn’t thinking, that’s the problem! We were drunk, I was in prison, he was on watch. It just happened, and swore to forget it and never bring it up again”

“We may have a sister, then? Sabrina…”

“Impossible! it has to be someone else…” Juleka refused to believe. She still was her number one enemy- Chloe’s- best friend, after all. “Who else, mom?”

“Bob Roth…” she bluntly stated.

Luka’s face turned blue in horror for the idea. Juleka turned as pale as a ghost in disgust.

“Oh, no! Not him! Just- NO! What’s wrong with you, mom!? I can’t stand either him or his son! And the sole image of having XY as a half-brother…? ABSOLUTELY NO” Luka said in denial.

“Well, it’s not like I’m fond of that, lad… Mistakes happen, even I make them” she shrugged.

“That’s not what I would call a mistake… this- is something beyond a mistake…” Juleka mumbled, gaining Luka’s energetic nod in approval.

Anarka shrugged again. “Past is past. And what’s done is done. There’s no point in lamenting now, anyway. Not after 24 years…” Luka and Juleka kept their disgusted faces on, so Anarka decided to move on with the candidates. “Anyway, the last one is the most likely candidate…” she paused.

“Who is it, mom?” the twins demanded.

“Is… Jagged” she finally said.

“Jagged...? As Jagged Stone!?” Juleka blinked.

“Are you sure, mom!?” Luka stood up, palms still on the table.

“He’s the most likely, yes”

‘Was that a blush on his mother’s face!? And a faint smile?’ Luka thought, with mixed feelings.

“Jagged Stone and I played together for a while. We were comfortable with each other and sometimes it happened. You know- excitement and adrenaline from the shows, alcohol, emotions while composing…” Anarka was smiling at her memories, while Luka and Juleka thought they had heard enough.

“I don’t know what to say...” Luka sat back down. “Jagged seems like the best option out there but still…” Luka sighed. “Could we get a test done?”

“If you manage to get a hair, or saliva, or skin, or anything with DNA then yes, I guess it can be done” Anarka’s words sounded more like a challenge than anything, and it set Luka’s determination up, and Juleka launched a knowing glare towards her mother. She had always been good at manipulating her son.

“We’ll do it!” Luka yelled, rushing to meet with his wife.

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It wasn’t easy, but the twins finally managed to get the DNA needed for the test (with Marinette’s help, of course). They collected some of Sabrina’s and XY’s hair (easiest choices since their parents were bald) and Marientte managed to get Jagged’s hair too.

Luka took them to the laboratory to get the DNA test done. ‘For my girls’ he thought, delighted about finding out they were going to have a daughter after their last visit with the Doctor. Oh, and he planned to spoil her so much! He would daydream and grin at the thought, hugging his wife’s belly in joy.

Finally, some days later, the test results arrived at the Liberty. Anarka had the letter on her hand, while Juleka, Rose, Marinette and Luka gathered to hear its content. Anarka ripped the sealed envelope and carefully unfolded the letter and proceeded to read it. He stared at the note, in silence, re-reading it and making faces. She was testing their patience and Luka’s nervousness peaked.

“I see… that’s it then...” Anarka mumbled.

“WHO’S THE FATHER!?” Everyone present yelled in demand.

Anarka smirked teasingly at their reactions- just as she wanted.

“Mom please!” Luka begged.

She was tempted to say Bob Roth just to tease them, but it seemed too cruel to her children to even joke about it, so she opted to tell them the truth.

“It’s Jagged”

Luka sighed in relief, as well as the rest of the family. Marinette caressed his arm a little, before he stood up and took the test results out of his mother’s hands to read it from himself. Not that he didn’t trust his mother but with Anarka, you never know. Juleka approached to read its contents too.

Sabrina - Not a sibling. Xavier Yves - Not a sibling. Jagged Stone - 99,9% Positive

Luka was relieved to finally know (mostly because the results discarded the worst two possibilities). Later, Marinette contacted uncle Jagged to let him know the news. After some dramatic performance, the rock star cried tears of joy from the discovery of having children (and grandchildren soon!).

And maybe it wasn’t what Luka expected (what was he supposed to expect, anyway?) but the idea of having a father didn’t feel as bad anymore.

From then on, Jagged, Penny and their newborn son became part of the Couffaine family, and Luka kept his promise to Marinette to be the best father in the world, and he spoiled his daughter (and her siblings) with everything he got.

He was the father, after all.

#lukanette fic #my fic #airipyon #airip4 #Don't take this too seriously #it's just a silly fic #I wanted to draw a comic...#I tried and it didn't work out #so no comic sadly #Can someone write that Mamma Mia AU tho??

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a-student-out-of-time · 3 years

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Mod, I just want you to know that your recent updates gave me a heart attack, and I am currently thanking God for the wonderful existence of Ayame Hatano. That is all. Now, back to our regularly scheduled line of time.–Timeline Anon

May 29:

The Warriors of Hope see Iroha outside Hope’s Peak Elementary, and Jataro recognizes her from the park. Monaca Towa also notices Nikei, who uses a skeleton key on the school’s security door so that he and Iroha can enter later.

Chiaki tells Hajime about her past mistakes. He tells her that it’s okay, that she’s obviously improved, and that she’s one of the best people he knows. She kisses him on the cheek. It’s decided that she’ll be the one to talk with Ruruka. Also, she asks what she did as a Remnant of Despair, but Hajime still can’t bring himself to tell her the truth. They share a hug, then immediately get reprimanded for PDA.

Mikan tells Seiko her story in order to advise her not to push herself too hard for people who aren’t appreciative of her. Seiko also tells her story: her family is genetically predisposed to sickness, she got into medicine in order to help them, and Ruruka is the first and only friend she’s ever had. She helps Ruruka to make up for not being able to eat her sweets, and even though she knows that Ruruka is taking advantage of her, she can’t say no. Mikan offers to be Seiko’s friend, and she promises to help both Seiko and Ruruka.

Chiaki tells Ruruka her story, but Ruruka thinks it’s all fine because Chiaki’s a better person now. Ruruka thinks highly of Seiko, believes she can do anything, and doesn’t seem to understand the issue of having Seiko make things for her all the time. When Chiaki asks about Ruruka’s life before Seiko, Ruruka becomes visibly distressed and refuses to talk about it.

At night, Nikei and Iroha sneak into Hope’s Peak Elementary. They plant a hidden camera and a mic, but when they run into a security guard, Nikei holds him at gunpoint and forces him to take them to the security room. There, they find the security cameras’ footage from the previous week…which features many terrible scenes of child abuse. This absolutely enrages Nikei and Iroha. They shoot the security guard unconscious with a rubber bullet, download the footage onto a USB that Nikei brought along, and leave.

May 30:

Chiaki encounters Nagito telling Ruruka and Seiko about his upcoming surgery with Kanata. After Nagito leaves, Ruruka invites Seiko and Chiaki to help her make Nagito some cookies mixed with medicine so that he can heal faster after his surgery. The baking session goes well at first, but when Seiko tries to talk with Ruruka about their issues, things turn sour fast, especially when Ruruka refuses to understand why Seiko can’t just make something that will let her eat her sweets. Oh, and Ruruka’s mom is brought up, which just makes things worse. Eventually, Ruruka storms off in a rage, leaving Chiaki and Seiko with no other option but to go to Miaya about the problem.

Hajime commissions Aiko to make some Usami dolls.

During the meeting with Miaya, Seiko reveals Ruruka’s backstory. The short version is that Ruruka’s mom was a garbage human being who treated Ruruka coldly, cheated on Ruruka’s father, threatened Ruruka with a knife after Ruruka discovered said cheating, and then skipped out on the family. Ruruka’s dad took his frustrations out on Ruruka because she looks like her mom, and the whole mess has left Ruruka terrified of being hurt and unable to trust anyone besides Sonosuke and Seiko (who had always been there for her). Miaya decides to talk to the headmaster about the mental health crisis at Hope’s Peak Academy. She also agrees to help Seiko and Ruruka.

Nikei sends Hajime the footage of Hope’s Peak Elementary. Hajime, Chiaki, and Mikan are absolutely disgusted and vow to make Hope’s Peak pay.

//Understandable : P

#mod talks #a student out of time #submission

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crystallic-moon · 3 years

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I’m reading Blood Like Magic so here’s my live comments

There will 100% be spoilers

Is she sitting in a pool of blood?

A lot of blood.

Ok but the whole Voya not being able to make a decision thing is exactly like me.

Fuck Uncle Cathius.

“And so humble” I LOVE KEIS BEING ABLE TO HEAR HER THOUGHTS

Wait- Alex’s bleeding came from her eyes and ears, but it was said that that’s how it is for the guys since they don’t have a period. Soo.. is Alex trans?

ALEX IS TRANS I LOVE THE REPRESENTATION

Aww i love what Voya’s mom said to her when Voya was becoming insecure about her hips.

Luc may be mean but he sounds hot ;-;

Holy shit- Mama Jova’s scars— my heart hurts for what she had to go through

Holy shit I think we’re watching how Mama Jova died

The year 2049, I’d be 44 years old in this story

Nooo Eden 🥺

Ok but maybe Mama Jova didn’t mean kill him? But also I get why she’d want bloodshed because of the way she died...

Voya just exposed Luc :0

Omg why am I starting to like Luc

I’m a Luc simp but I shouldn’t be

I suck at remembering to write in this. This whole mystery with Auntie Elaine is confusing.

I also loved that scene at the Night Market where Luc gave her a temporary tattoo. It felt like their first real raw bonding moment.

I wonder if Lucs secretly a witch. Like what if he is but he doesn’t know about it.

Aww Luc called over Voya while he was workinggg she’s growing on him.

LMAO DENNIS BEING LIKE HOW TF DID U GET LIC TO TALK TO YOU

Priya holding Edens hand hurts because she’s probably scared it may be the last time she might get to.

AHAH- LUCS LIKE U SURE UR MOM WOULD LET U HAVE A BOY IN UR ROOM, AND VOYA FREEZES AND HES LIKE DIDNT THINK ABOUT THAT DID U

Why was that cute omg

Oh they’re definitely starting to like each other

*clears throat* Lucs letting her get into his personal space

Justin did something to Elaine I know it.

I think Elaine had something to do with Justin discovering the genetic modification thing.

I like Luc and Alex kinda bonding over both being trans.

Are they really talking about her when they know she’s in the house or near it?? Y’all are witches I’d assume you’d be a bit smarter about this.

Omg he went after her crying, my heart.

HE OFFERED TO HUG HER

AWW HES SO AWKWARD IT HURTS

Dammit she has to kill him.

“‘I think you make him flustered.’” MHM YES SHE DOES

I feel so bad for Alex she didn’t deserve to find out that way.

I don’t know if I love or hate that Voya said yes to dinner.

“Every day, more and more cracks in our family get exposed” - my theory is that the whole ‘destroy your first love’ thing is about her family. Voya’s family is her first love and the has to destroy its secrets.

Can we not kill Luc please

Oh shit she killed Juras-

Oh he survived

*cough* they definitely like each other

Man, fuck Justin.

YES GO BE SPONTANEOUS

Peptalkpeptalkpeptalk

“If I give it back, what excuse will I have to keep inviting you places to return it?” STOP HES SO CUTE

I really love the representation of both Luc and Alex being trans. And Keisha being a lesbian.

He’s definitely given her profile more than a ‘glance’

I know I’ve said it before. And it’s probably getting repetitive. But I love the trans representation in Luc.

I feel like Luc is being more soft with Voya, when Voya was like examining his body cuz he told her about how often he eats, he awkwardly was like could u not examine my body. But like with other ppl I feel like he wouldn’t been more snappy with it, cuz as we’ve seen he’s not afraid to be a little mean.

Honestly I get Lucs thing about speaking Spanish to his family and being told he has an accent every time. Happens to me a lot, it’s irritating but I try.

Yes u like him and he likes u it’s so obvious now kiss.

THEY KISSED OMG

They are so adorable please don’t make her kill him.

I am so worried about her watching this.

JOHAN OMG

stop the man was wipping them like how Mama Jova died is that meant to be a sign???

Luc came to see her???

Okay okay but how tf is she supposed to explain to Luc that she got whipped by a magical man or whatever that wat because she wanted to watch a ritual so she could prepare to kill him?? - not even the killing him part, how is she supposed to explain the some magic dude whipped me part?!

No it’s a vision girl don’t believe it.

ITS A VISION STOP IT.

Omg can this girl catch a break she just got badly injured and almost died she doesn’t need this.

WAIT LUC WAS ACTUALLY THERE

WAIT THE THING SHE SAID IN HER VISION DID SHE SAY THEM OUTLOUD?!

CUZ IF SHE DID SHE MENTIONED HURTING JURAS SO LUC WOULD KNOW SHE DID SOMETHING TO JURAS.

NOOOO

I’m upset.

Watching Voya and her dad bind is bittersweet cuz I know he still hurt her despite this bonding moment.

Mama Jova better have a good ass lesson to teach Voya with this task cuz girl is going through it.

I want to see Luc again.

I am so anxious to keep reading cuz I genuinely don’t know what’s going to happen.

I feel like Lucs gonna show up to her cooking competition especially since he can easily find her location.

I WAS RIGHT HE SHOWED UP

Fuck Justin man.

At least he’s the successor

Ok I get Voya wanting to be honest but why would admit that he still considering killing him ;-; for all you know he could be recording this and take it to the cops.

“Are you breaking up with me?” STOP STOP RIGHT NOW

I hate that he blocked her but like -he has a very very valid reason. Surprised he didn’t get a whole restraining order.

Wait wait since Voya broke the circle when they were casting the spell to protect caribana that means there will be no protection and that has to mean something??

I’m betting that something bads gonna happen at the Caribana

I feel like her mom told her until to stay until they got back for a good reason

YAY SHE PASSED BUT WAT DID SHE ASK FOR

Omg I thought Voya got shot—

Ok yes technically Voyas partially to blame for breaking the circle but it’s not entirely her fault

No no no u could’ve just gotten rid of her internship or something but trap her in the house forever? Sorry girl I wouldn’t forgive u either.

I like that Lucs back but it hurts

Holy shit things have gone very south

Ofc he was gonna trap u in glass cage with Eden what did u expect Luc ;-;

Mf I swear to fucking god if u kill granny

Aww Luc and Voyas little moment through the glass. I can tell he feels guilty and still loves her...

He’s still trying to protect her.

Oh shit he’s known since before Luc and Voya even met

They’re not a legitimate genetic match-

THEY STILL FELL FOR EACH OTHER WHO CARES.

I like Voyas thing about him thinking what he had with Elaine was love, because wat they had wasn’t love if he expected her to do anything he asked just because she loved him.

Granny to the rescue

Granny is not to the rescue.

Yes Luc he’s a lying cheat.

Please I thought Luc was destined to die, not Granny 🥺

“Who will by my grandma is she’s gone?” STOP IT RIGHT NOW

“Does it also not matter that I can’t even have a conversation with my parents without arguing? That I’ve forgotten how to speak my own language because you told me it wasn’t important? If the outcome of good, are the consequences irrelevant?” STOP LUC MY BABY DOESNT DESERVE THIS.

Stop that actually hurts cuz Luc sees how great of a relationship Voya has with her family and he’s just there without a relationship with them besides shared genes.

Yes Luc argue with the asshole.

Even tho u were once an asshole.

Edennn 🥺

Omg u love Luc fighting for them

Like I love how Luc fought for Justin to let Granny hug her granddaughter goodbye. It shows he cares and how this really does hurt him especially the way Voya described him wiping away his tears and screaming.

“Granny puts Eden back down on the chair and pauses to stare at Luc. ‘Thank you. ‘Please don’t,’ Luc croaks. ‘Too bad. I already thanked you.’” - Luc probably feels like this is his fault, that’s why he doesn’t want Granny to thank him.

:0 granny was the one who saved Luc from Voya stabbing him in her vision.

I like that Granny respected Voyas wishes of not killing him by saving him herself.

Keis is eternally trapped in the house for nothing.

Seriously.

I mean I’m glad Eden was saved by that but still.

“Why would you tell me this now? Why would you make me sparked as shit with you right as your about to die?” 🥺

She regrets not trusting Voya 🥺

AWW STOP “That means you can’t die. You have to make it up to me. Borrow someone else’s gift. Fix this.”

Granny was always planning making Voya the matriarch.

STOP SHE WONT GET TO BE A MAMA

Omg omg omg it’s Auntie Elaine.

Wait that’s so smart, turning him into the prototype

Omg her killing his body’s was intense—

“Why couldn’t you listen to me? Why couldn’t you find another way?” Luc still cared about Justin but of course he did, he wasn’t the best but it’s still the man who basically raised him.

Aww he tried to save Eden regardless

Omg she almost collapsed

Oh shit. “It’s the Luc I imagined once he knew the truth. That hateful twist to his mouth and narrowing of his eyes.” He hates her.

Wait that’s so sad, him only having the bionic lenses to remember Justin by.

“‘For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. But don’t forget that we both lost someone today.’ Luc shakes his head. ‘You lost someone. I lost everyone.’” - Stopp that’s so sad. Voya lost her granny but she still has her family, but Luc doesn’t have anyone else. He’s absolutely done with Voya, he doesn’t have any other friends, his sponsee siblings seem to hate him, and he argues with his family. Justin was all he had and now that’s gone too...

Sorry I’m mad a Voya too for trapping Keis in the house.

AWW LUC CHANGED THE CHROMOSOME ID THING

“Alex said that now her ID brings up XX the way it should.” I LOVE IT

“I like to think it’s because he’s better than that.” I think he hasn’t threatened or punished them for what happened because deep down he still wants to protect Voya and he’s aware they did it to save themselves and their family.

Woahhh Justina dads death

“The ancestors must love irony.” 💀

I guess she sort of did listen to Luc cuz she’s interning at Roti Roti for Johan.

I hate that Granny’s gone :(

Voyas showing Rena, Lauren’s mom, how she died 🥺

Wait I love that.

“I bring the intent. They bring the blood. We both pay for the gift of magic.”

This was a good book.

I loved the different genres blended together. I loved the magic side of it, it’s witches, and how they had this whole system with a matriarch, and a whole community. I loved the sci fi parts, with the genetic modification and this huge new company NuGene. I loved loved loved the romance between Voya and Luc and how they didn’t get their traditional happy ever after, and how they also weren’t a legit genetic match but they still fell for each other. And I loved the mystery side with figuring out who Mama Elaine was and what important role she played.

I’ll admit the story felt slow in the beginning and I almost decided to turn around and return it for another book but I’m so glad I didn’t because it was a good and eye catching book. But it does upset me and Keis really got the short end of the stick, she spent the whole book working to get a NuGene internship only to end up trapped in the house by the person who pushed her to get the internship.

This was a good book tho I do recommend.

Also Luc never returned Voyas food container.

4/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Finished July 15, 2021 at 2pm

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #445

“you’ve got a lot of nerve, but not a lot of spine”

Have you ever created a fake internet persona for yourself? No. Do you enjoy going to weddings or showers? What is it that you like or dislike about them? Not... really. They're triggering for me. And I don't use "trigger" lightly. They legitimately, deeply affect me. It's part of the reason I've lost a lot of interest in being a wedding photographer. Is there a person in your life whom you support by showing up for the sports games, concerts, or other performances? This question, uh... sucks. Because I'm that awful aunt that doesn't go to her nephew's t-ball games while everyone else does. It's the heat that does it, but still... it shouldn't. How many video games do you have? A lot. We have a big case of them. Why did you take the last pill you took? My heartburn is especially awful today. Has a girl ever stayed up with you all night? A guy? A girl, uhhh... maybe? Idk. A guy, yeah. Do you think guys look good with makeup? Hell yeah. How long would you wait to become sexually active with someone you’re dating? That would just depend on how quickly we deeply bond in a relationship. I wouldn't go that far before I knew I was in love with them, though, so it definitely wouldn't be quick. Do you enjoy a good debate or prefer keeping the peace? klasd;jkla;jfklwdj I HATE confrontation, so I strongly prefer to keep that peace. Debates rarely ever stay civil, anyway. Can you ever see yourself and your ex back together? One, easily. The other... I wish. But it won't ever happen because I fucked that relationship up way too much. Are you thinking about anything that’s upsetting right now? Yeah. My PTSD is being really bothersome. Would you ever want to ride in a canoe? Yeah, sounds fun and peaceful. So long as I'm not rowing, ha ha. When did you last see an attractive member of your preferred sex? Did you speak to them? Do you think you’ll see them again? Two days ago. Yeah, 'cuz he was my personal trainer. I don't plan on quitting the gym, so I'll probably see him around there now and again. Have you ever tasted baby food? How about pet food? Save for when I was a baby, obviously, no. I once tried a guinea pig yogurt treat, ha ha. How many times have you had your heart broken? Once romantically, twice overall. Actually, no, four. Quite a jump, I know, but Teddy and Jason's mom both dying was nothing short of heartbreaking. Think of the person you fell hardest for. How many people has he/she been in love with, besides you? One, before me. I don't know about since. Find 5 people on your Facebook friends list, whose names begin with K. Who are these people, and how did you meet them? Katherine: an online friend. We met on YouTube. Kim: she's my stepmom. I met her through my dad, obviously. Kelly: a high school friend. We met in art class. Katelynn: was Jason's old friend's former girlfriend. We met through said friend when we all hung out together. Kieley: she's the wife of who I call my "big bro," a close gaming friend. We met through Sam, the aforementioned friend. Sometimes do you wish you lived in a fantasy world? Yeah, who doesn't? What would you say if the ex who hurt you the most told you they hated you? "I don't blame you" or something to that effect. Have any of your friends dated an ex/previous crush of yours? I don't think it's accurate to call her my "friend," but Jason's first girlfriend and I are friends on Facebook. I'd love to get to know her better and actually be *real* friends. One word to describe the last person you kissed? Strong. Has anyone ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend with you? You could say that. Does your hair have layers? No, not anymore. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom. Have you done something recently that helped someone else, in any way? I don't know. Which Disney princess do you think is the most beautiful? Why? Probably Jasmine. I just think she's really pretty. If you’ve had a bad experience in a past relationship, did you find that you were scared to get into another relationship, in case the same thing happened again? I'm terrified to this day to start new romantic relationships. I had so many panic attacks about losing Sara when we first started dating. If you were going to buy a present for the person you love/like, what would you generally choose? Absolutely something Frieza-related. If you met the celebrity that you most admire, what would be the first thing you’d say to him/her? Probably just "oh my god, thank you" and start crying lmao. Is there something you generally always ask for help with? I'm sure there's something, yeah. When was the last time you cried? Today. Do you like sausage? Yep. Ever held a newborn animal? Kittens, yes. Do you know anyone with a dual citizenship? Uhhhh maybe? Have you been called a bad influence? Yeah. Like she had ANY room to talk. Do you get stage fright? Yes. Would you be excited or annoyed if your favorite book was being made into a movie? Both of my favorite books are also movies, and they're wonderful. Do you need structure in your life or do you prefer to just go with the flow? I require structure, for sure. Without it, my anxiety goes rampant. Change is something I do not cope with well. Post a picture of you from one year ago. No. Have you ever written a fan letter? If so, who was it to and did you receive a response? No. What trait(s) would you not want your children to inherit from you? My mental illnesses, primarily depression. I have A LOT of reasons for not wanting kids, and my poor genetic makeup is even one of them. I don't want to pass on all the shit I deal with. What is the worst place you’ve woken up? Waking up in a shitty bed at the ER while waiting to be transferred was never one of my favorite things... Are you the type of person who has to study to make good grades or does it just come naturally to you? Aha... I was lucky in that once I heard something in school, it had a tendency to stick. I didn't need to study very much at all - usually. When on YouTube, what types of videos do you mainly watch? Mostly let's plays. What was the last conversation you had with someone about? Sara and I were kinda fangirling over how cute Maieykio and Rumours are, ha ha. Do you have any currency that’s not your native country’s? No. Can you describe your father in one word? Complex. Do you still watch movies intended for children? Yeah. Hell, I probably tend to prefer them. Who is your favorite stand-up comedian? That's living, probably Gabriel Iglesias. What is your strangest phobia? Probably whale sharks. Which part of your state/province do you live in [upper,lower,middle]? I live on the eastern side. Who in your life can you count on the most? My mama. Would you rather eat your pizza cold or hot? It depends on what I'm up for. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? No, I'm not a fan. Last thing you drank? Pink lemonade. Have you ever thought you were going to marry someone? Sure did. The belief was clearly mutual. But I ruined that. Who are your favorite people to talk to when you’re down? Sara or my mom. Have you ever thought you liked someone, and then found out that you really didn’t? See: Girt. Describe the last dream you had that you can remember. It was actually... really fucked up, so the squeamish beware. I don't remember the details, just the shocking part: a little bird flew into me, and I thought it was a bug, so I crushed it in my hand. Heard and felt the bones break and it was just... ugh. It's nauseating to recall. I'm sick and tired of dreaming of only awful things. Any current family issues? Not any big ones that include everyone. The only "issue" that really exists in my family is how my mom feels like Ashley (my older sister) avoids her, and therefore Mom doesn't see the kids nearly as much as she wants. She feels very overlooked. Whose room of the opposite sex were you in last? When? Uhhh, probably my nephew's? Sometime when I visited my sister's house, idk. The last movie you watched with a friend? Elf, I think. Have you ever played with fire? Uh no, because I'm not keen on being burned. What industry do you want to be a part of when you’re older? Art, in some form. Who do you usually text the most? Since Sara and I started chatting mainly on Discord, definitely my mom. Have you ever been surprised with breakfast in bed? No. Llamas or sheep? Sheep. Have you ever seen anyone famous in the street? No. When do you plan on moving out? Whenever I'm in a long-term, stable, happy, and healthy relationship. I really don't at all think it would be healthy for me to live on my own. What’re you going to be for Halloween? I'd actually love to dress up this year seeing as I've really been feeling the holidays, but the money to like... make a recognizable costume isn't really with us. So I'll ust answer as if I had it, in which case it would be a handmaid from The Handmaid's Tale, but with fake blood splattered over my stomach region. Will you buy a cake for your next birthday? We always do for b-days. Do you like brownies? BITCH I love brownies. Have you ever dressed up as a witch on Halloween? Yeah, as a kiddo. Have you ever been to a masquerade? No. Do any girls like the last guy you kissed? Maybe, I don't know. Do you have a second mom? I have a stepmom, if that's what you mean. When a bee is coming close to you, do you stand still or run away? Ngl, I gtfo. Do you ever hang out with someone of the opposite sex? I haven't hung out with Girt in around a year. Really need to change that. When you go out to eat, what sides do your order with your food? Fries. What is your winter coat like? ... I actually don't know if I have one? Did you do well at fitness testing in grade school? I did fine. Are art museums interesting or boring to you? Interesting. Inspiring, even. Do you know how to use an ATM? ... No. :x How about write a check? uhhhhhhhhhhh... Are you Italian? Not to my knowledge, no. We don't know my dad's heritage. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings? I commented on one of my sister's Facebook posts earlier. Are you interested in photography at all? Very much so. Do you own an acoustic guitar? I don't believe so? Ashley had one when she was waaaay younger, but I haven't seen it in forever. I think Dad might have it. Can you talk to your parents about anything without them judging or bickering at you? Because you said "bickering," no. Mom knows how to pick fights on a lot of things... Who was the last person you took pictures with? My sister when she came to visit a few months ago. What is the wallpaper on your best friend's cell phone? I'd be willing to bet it's either her and Jem or Frieza. Do you melt butter to put on your popcorn? No. We get the movie theater butter kind. Do you consider flirting cheating? Sure do. Have you ever been on probation? No. What is normally on your Christmas list (if you celebrate it)? A tattoo and meerkat stuff. Do you like KoRn? They're one of my favorites! When you were little, did you pick up worms? Do you pick worms up now? Ha, I did. I would sometimes dig just to look for them, especially if I knew Dad was going to take me fishing later that day. I don't like touching worms nowadays. Would you ever go see a stand-up comedian? Yeah, I think it would be fun. Do you have any best friends that you only know online? BEST friends, not current ones, anyway. I've met my current best friend. Have you ever gotten into a physical fight? Nope. Do you have a problem with swearing? No. What do you do when you see a spider? My reactions vary. If it's a tiny little thing, I tend to ignore it. In most cases, admittedly, I get my mom to come kill it. :x I really, really want to get on a level where I can just cup the spider and take it outside. I want a few types of spiders one day (tarantulas, jumping, and velvet), after all, so I really should get used to interacting with them. I know in my gut they're nowhere near as dangerous and scary as your head makes them seem, but it's so instilled in you (most "you"s, anyway) from a young age to stay away from spiders, so it's fighting almost like instinct. Do you have big dreams? Meh... When is your father’s birthday? Sometime in April. The 16th, I think? Maybe. Are you interested in anime? Yeah. They can have some great stories. Do you eat three meals a day? Most days. Are you part German? German and Irish make up most of my heritage, yes. Do you dream of being a porn star? Uh, I can confidently say no. Have you ever been on a farm? I have. What is your favorite type of muffin? Blueberry, I think. I like the moisture it adds to the muffin. What is the last type of salad that you ate? Just your normal one with iceberg lettuce and ranch. What do you usually put on your waffles? A layer of peanut butter and then some syrup. You NEED to try it. Would you rather have a cottage on the beach or in a forest? A forest! Name all the people that you talked to today. Online, through texts and in person. Mom and Misty are all, I think. Do you know a schizophrenic person? My half-sister. Did you ever watch Sailor Moon? If so, who is your favorite? I did. I don't think I had a favorite character. Name the last 3 people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. Sara: she's very loyal. Girt: he's funny as hell. Tyler: he, uh, cares a lot, I guess? When was the last time you felt EXTREMELY depressed? Why is that? Yesterday, actually. I was passively suicidal just over... a lot of things. Would you ever dye your hair pink? I want pastel pink hair anyway.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''true friends'' by bring me the horizon

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Callis was Gavaldon’s first witch gynecologist and here’s why

Okay so, in this post we’ll be discussing topics such as sex, contraception, and some religion in the context of it being used as a mean to control people sexually.

If you’re younger than 13, honestly, this post isn’t for you.

If you’re unlucky, like me, and your school didn't give you proper sex ed, I beg you to ask someone about it. Your older sibling, your mom, someone, okay? Ask google. It’s important stuff you need to know.

First of all, for composure’s sake, let’s all pretend I didn’t start thinking of this due to me writing a smut fic. At 4am, on my tablet notes. On my defense, tho, there’s an astonishing lack of E-rated fics on this fandom and someone ought do it, okay? Moving on.

So, where shall we start?

Let’s get context out of the way, welcome to my analyses, the actual headcanons are here, I promise, let me just bore you to death first:

The SGE book series overall is set in fantasy fairytale land (The Endless Woods), with the exception of Gavaldon, aka, the reader village. Due to this, there’s not really a time period liking the SGE world to ours, neither can it be presumed by the world building, as Soman mixes traditional medieval elements with modern elements, which I know bothers some of you too, it ain’t just me, but nevermind that right now.

The point is, the arguments I’m making on this post are based on aspects mentioned in the books, but I’m also going to draw some information from the real world.

A big chunk of the first two books rely on the world the existence of a patriarchal structure in that world, as do some plot points during the rest of the series, but if I were to dive into that we’d be here all night. Talking about the Endless Woods social structure is very complicated, specially with the ‘no labels in the woods’ stuff combined with the misogyny. It’s messy.

Thankfully for this post, we’ll only go into Gavaldon, because I feel things there are more… explicit (pun intended).

So here’s what we know of Gavaldon’s social structure pre-book 1:

It’s a decent sized village with no official government. There’s no political figure of power, such as prince or a mayor, as they eventually get in QFG. There also doesn’t seem to be an actual economic class distinction between the people of Gavaldon, other than mentions of beggars (pretty sure it’s just one tho, but I might be wrong). Everyone works and trades amongst themselves, with people having more or less the same things (except for Callis and Agatha, due to them being social outcasts).

Who has power in Gavaldon?

The Elders Council. They make the laws, they are respected, they have influence, and therefore they have power. These dudes stopped people from selling food to Stefan’s family during book 2, and threatened his new family in front of everybody during book 3. And everyone in Gavaldon loved that man. Why are they powerful tho?

Power is born out of inequality. If you have what we have not, we follow where you lead. Gavaldon has no nobles and no bourgeoisie. Geez, I wonder which powerful class we’re missing.

The clergy.

Personally, I hold no love for the church. I’m an atheist, but, as this post is about SGE and not religion, I’ll try to be as neutral as possible, as the point is not to offend or disrespect anyone. When I mention ‘religion’ or ‘clergy’ from this point on, I’m talking about religion as an Institution. As in the Medieval Catholic Church (which if you don’t agree was at least kind of very evil, I don’t know if I want you reading my posts anyway, so feel free to leave).

Most likely, the members of Elders Council of Galvadon were linked to its Church, whatever religion they may have. I can’t see any reason why they would have so much influence otherwise. Who appoints new men to the positions once one of them dies? I’m gonna guess the remaining members of the Council.

And no one said anything? For centuries. Okay. Corruption? Never heard of her.

Also, burning unmarried women as a way to solve problems claiming they were witches? Wonder where I’ve seen this before.

The fact they’re men, should get mentioned too, just in case you forgot. I bet there are women just as old and wise, if not wiser than the members of the council. Hm, wow why they’re not part of the council.

This hypothesis ties in with the fact that the education given to the kids is limited to the local school, which, given the lack of government and simplicity of work relations, is probably funded by the clergy. We don’t see any proof of this, but again, if we’re comparing Galvadon to a medieval village, it would make sense.

What is even taught at this school? Math and whatever language they speak there, sure, but like they have little to no history that we know of, geography would be pointless, there are no foreign languages, science who, and with these clowns running the village I’ll bet there is no philosophy or social studies and... Doesn’t matter, let’s not do this right now.

Callis briefly mentioned that all girls in Galvadon must marry before the end of their school education, or they are deemed witches. The Elders Council even chooses the matches, in case those aren’t naturally formed or if they disagree with pre-existing ones. These kids are what,15,16, maybe younger?

(this makes me so mad, you have no idea-)

ANYWAY. They form these child marriages, for... look I’m gonna presume is because of population reposition. They need an average of 2 kids per couple or they’ll have more people dying than people being born. Let’s just presume it’s because of this because if it’s because of some tradition stuff I’ll scream, okay?

Maybe they have a low life expectancy in Gavaldon (which is another evidence for the case that the elders are part of the clergy, they probably don’t work, so they live longer).

So have them teenage girls poping them babies, I guess.

Also, a miracle they have survived this long, because the genetic pool for Gavaldon must be the worst ever, everyone is related to everyone, ew. At least, in theory, there would be no STIs.

In theory.

Ahem… During the middle ages, all forms of birth control tended to be frowned upon, at least here on the west, including coitus interruptus (aka, pull out method), (tho it depends of who was the pope at the time, some of them were cool with this one if you already had too many kids and was like super poor), because sex was supposed to be about procreating, so a marriage with no kids was ‘pointless’.

(hear me raging in the background, this context is stressing me out, i just wanna get to the headcanons-)

We can assume this view is probably compatible with the Elders Council mindset, as they are marrying CHILDREN.

If there were any available contraceptive methods, you can bet they weren’t teaching this stuff at school. They probably have no sex ed, and if they do, it’s going to be just about periods and vague stuff. Gotta love them church schools (I never went to one, officially, but honestly, I live in Brazil, what even is Secular State).

(“Don’t have sex before marriage, you’re gonna get pregnant and die”, - one of the teachers at the Galvadon school at some point, I bet)

Let me also mention that there is an specific Gavaldon law that states that if a girl is pregnant she is going to marry the boy who knocked her up. Which, specially in Vanessa’s case, makes no f-ing sense. Could she prove it was Stefan’s? Did she sent it to a DNA lab? If Stefan was the Elders favorite why would they not take his word?

I digress, let’s say Stefan didn’t deny sleeping with her and only said he was under a spell, which, hm, how dumb do you have to be to do that, it’s lying 101, Stefan c’mon, but okay, you do you.

So they are probably super “moral” in Galvadon. You know, the kind of moral who just swipes stuff under the rug. Like, yeah, Stefan you’re now doomed to marrying Vanessa, but ain’t nobody gonna say a thing if you cheat on her as long as you don’t do it during plain daylight.

(The amount of closeted gays in Gavaldon is probably astronomical, can you imagine?)

And then you have Callis. Whom I think is probably responsible for the introduction of birth control in Gavaldon. We have arrived at the headcanons. Hear me out:

After Stefan saved Callis, she was deemed a witch. She’s a ‘witch’ doctor for the town. Only the most desperate of people seek her out.

That means she normally wouldn’t get a lot of patients. Like, Idk about you, but Gavaldon doesn’t seem big enough for her to have people looking for her everyday. And she probably had to feed Agatha somehow.

But, while her being a doctor for normal diseases wasn’t really working all that well, everyone knew she had a hand in Vanessa’s miracle child. So ‘infertile’ women and women who had been getting sickly during pregnancies start looking for her, asking for her to help them.

Callis obviously doesn’t use her magic, but as she can’t say she used magic for Vanessa, she gives them generally good advice about herbs and stuff they can add to their food to make it ‘more likely’, aka stuff that reduces stress, telling them how to eat better, stuff they should avoid, etc. She’s no big expert, but at least in the Endless Woods they had sex ed and she was witch, she just knows stuff.

So she becomes this sort of witch gynecologist for Gavaldon’s desperate women.

It works for a while, but then people eventually share these tips amongst themselves to avoid going to see her. Then, it’s back to slightly starving herself so baby Agatha could eat.

One day, a teenage girl arrives at her doorstep in the middle of the night, trading food for her help. If she could ‘make people more fertile’, she could surely make them miscarriage. Maybe this girl got pregnant by sleeping with someone the elders didn’t aprove for her to marry, maybe it was something else a bit darker, but we won’t talk about how that could be common, given you could literally force someone to marry you if they had your child.

Callis panics, because she wasn't ‘making anyone more fertile’ really, she was making them healthier and therefore more likely to have a healthy kid. If she were to tell her to do the reverse of what she told the others, not only it wouldn’t work, but it would actually harm the girl’s health.

At first she’s like, “I can’t help you…”, but then she hears baby Agatha crying, poor thing, so hungry all the time. So Callis decides, “you know what, might as well”.

There’s probably many potions made with magic one could take to not have a baby in the Woods. Even ones that cause abortions with no side effects or danger to the woman. But there also more natural ways, ones that maybe aren’t 100% effective, but would work, tho it had some side effects.

So Callis, makes her a potion to take. For real life comparisons, let’s say she used Queen Anne’s Lace, which works a bit like Plan B. The girl is thankful, and goes on her way.

Soon enough, everybody knows Callis can do these potions. You have girls sneaking to Graves Hill in the middle of the night to get help in exchange for food and while the elders know something is fishy, they can’t do much anything about it. They ask Callis what is up with that and she’s like ‘nope, just ya know, helping them have babies, plan b who’.

She tries to introduce a variation of the potion, one that acts as birth control, because it would stop people from being irresponsable all the time, but the Plan B one is the one every girl wants, because well, it’s easier. You can be unsafe and then take a potion and it’s fine. Soon, it’s not just girls. There’s full grown women there too, who should really know better.

She is pissed, so she says she won’t make them any more potions unless people stop being so careless.

Someone tries to make a knock-off potion, but it ends tragically, because people don’t really know what Callis puts in it. And well… you know what looks a bit like Queen Anne’s Lace?

F-ing Water Hemlock, that’s what.

After that incident, people listen to Callis when it came to ingesting stuff. And thus, birth control culture is born in Gavaldon. Other people started trying out other things to avoid dealing with Callis, like animal-based condoms, pull-out method and inserting acacia gum into your vagina before you had sex,but she had a good clientele overall.

The Elders? Pissed. But since they couldn’t just prove this was her fault, they just kept on hating on her from a distance.

After Agatha has her first period, Callis sits her down and pretty much gives her the talk. Agatha doesn’t really see a point to it, boys are gross, but she listens nonetheless.

Callis gives Agatha the best sex ed homeclass ever, you can bet she will teach her correct anatomy, debunk myths the school told her about both periods and her own body and even promised her to teach her how to make the birth control potion once she got older.

Again Agatha doesn’t see a point, but okay.

When Agatha comes home with Tedros, years later tho. Callis is... worried.

She tries to ask Agatha if she’s being safe but her daughter just... stops functioning. Blushing like crazy.

(“We just kissed, like, once, mom.”)

That being said… Callis doesn’t live long enough to teach her how to make the potion.

So when Tedros and Agatha’s relationship starts to progress (hm… if you wanna read something about it, maybe wait a couple of days, I might or my might not have a sin fic in the works, it wouldn’t be one of my posts if it had no self-promotion, I’m my own sponsor after all) she’s unsure of who to ask about this.

And it makes her extra sad about her mother’s death, so that’s great.

I honestly don’t know who she would ask. If you have any ideas, please tell me. Because I’m kind of inclined to think that maybe Merlin might have predicted this and handed a recipe to her as a semi-joke, but idk. Maybe Uma?

But yes, Callis was totally Gavaldon’s first witch gynecologist. And after they made Stefan mayor, I want people to remember her for the absolute legend she was, okay?

#school for good and evil series #school for good and evil #sge #Callis of Netherwood #Agatha of Woods Beyond #gavaldon

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thesodafloatzel · 3 years

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> Universal Collapse

When the cocoon was breached by the soda floatzel, closely followed by a yellow-green light that cast a silhouette of six wings, its inhabitants had no idea what they were dealing with. The Legendary responsible, the resident Kyurem, wasn't necessarily wounded... but two eevee, of all things, were the ones standing before him with fangs bared and fur fluffed.

The expression on the floatzel's face cycled through ugly emotions, five stages of one in particular included. Phenos' eyes closed, his stance went limp, and his paws came up to rest over his face.

Breathe in... breathe out.

"Hey, kids. You wouldn't happen to know-" Phenos' voice cracked. "...where your mom went, did you? Where Nova is?"

"...Phenny?"

"Okay... okay, okay, okay look- your dad is doing everything he can to keep this place held together for as long as possible, but he needs to stop so he has the energy to move and we can get you out of here-"

"Uncle Phen what-" <Phenos what->

<Fuck me,> Phenos thought. Loudly. The necrozma and one of the eevee twins jolted in place, smothered by the amount of emotion infused in those two words. <This is why I held onto the Age.>

<Please, explain. Quicky.> Jyotis approached, compressing himself down a little further in size so as to put the eevee twins more at ease. The oddly-colored eevee twins that bore resemblance to both umbreon and kyurem, even though one of them seemed to be actively listening to their mental conversation.

"Kyares, Azura. It's me. This is Jyotis, good friend. Necrozma. Ignore the name and how it sounds he's actually nice and the key to getting us all out of here. Kyu, you awake?"

<...>

"...Jyotis. I've known you for eight months local time. Do you trust me enough to ask you for a favor?"

"Unlike the Sun and Moon friends, Wuji is going to be difficult to sustain a fusion with unless you focus on the relationship between ice and mirrors. It's not going to be self-sustaining unless you can trigger Kyu's Z-power and ride on that, but if you do-"

<...whatever you plan... do it now. The sky is crumbling.> And as if on queue, a sound not unlike glass breaking inside plastic wrap reverberated not just through their location but through the five 'mon there. Phenos, being attuned, brought a paw up to his mouth and only barely choked back a retch. They had to do this quickly.

#ic #story post #phenny #jyotis #part 1 of 4 #this is canonized adaption of an old RP I did almost 10 years ago today #blue if you see this I miss you

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outlandishly-explicit · 4 years

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Things I learned about my job on the first day of states reopening.

While there are still guidelines as to how many people are allowed in at a time, my owners will not enforce it even if asked to by concerned employees/customers.

We have signs posted everywhere asking to practice social distancing but they have not configured the store in a way that allows for that space. It’s a small store to begin with so you can’t walk shoulder to shoulder with anyone anyway. If there’s more than say 15/20 people inside at once they’re standing on top of each other.

Guidelines here are by sq ft of business space and apparently the bosses have listed the entirety of the 2 city blocks of open greenhouse space and as their business so the people/sq ft rule is useless due to straight up cheating. Each greenhouse/gift shop is its own separate enclosed space and extremely small. I couldn’t take two steps to complete a task for someone before another group of people were in my face.

On a similar note. Reduced hours are supposed to be a thing as well and while my boss did post shorter hours, I was reprimanded for trying to lock up and told that even if no one is in the store and I’m the last person here I am not to lock the door or tell anyone we’re closed. This is until EVERYONE HAS GONE. So if someone comes in right as I’m about to escort the last person out I have to wait again. This often goes on anywhere from 30 minutes to another hour and a half. If I feel unsafe counting money at the register two feet next to the unlocked door, I can go to the separate office which still leaves you completely exposed. Only now you can’t hear when someone comes in. If you’re thinking to yourself “hmmm this sounds like a great way to get away with staying open full time without the city knowing” then you’re right.

With a lot of employees voicing concerns over safety issues, some even saying they don’t think they can come back, you’d assume my employers would adjust the way things are done to retain staff right? Nah, they hired two new people who were in desperate situations after being laid off from other closed jobs and told current employees to go home if they felt unsafe. I can only assume they’ll do it until there’s an entirely new staff.

I’m sure you’ve heard about how the choice of “stay and risk your health and safety for minimum wage” or “go home and file for unemployment” isn’t really a choice considering they leave folks like me high and dry but now unemployment isn’t even an option. We were told that now since they’ve legally opened (because we’ve been doing it illegally for the last 1 1/2 weeks) if we were to opt out of working over safety concerns we would be forfeiting any unemployment. Yeah texas is doing that now. If you choose not to go because you’re afraid you might die then your only other option is still possibly dying, just penniless this time

We were told to make sure folks have masks on but if they don’t we aren’t at liberty to make them wear one or ask them to leave the store. We are however able to offer them one, something that resulted in either people being greatly appreciative and apologetic for forgetting or me getting straight up yelled at. Again if this happens I can not ask them to leave and I am reprimanded for inconveniencing the customer.

We are expected to be twice as busy tomorrow as we were today, a prospect that literally makes me feel like I’m gonna throw up.

In conclusion: I am bitter

No but seriously. This whole situation has taken a massive toll on me. Its been three days since they’ve had me back and each day I come home and just cry for a second. My family has pretty much stopped interacting with me because we’re all high risk (mom and grandma have auto immune diseases that are genetic) so I can’t even rely on the people I live with for support. If I go in I’m, either yelled at by rich people who absolutely NEED they’re 7 different $400 pots or reprimanded by the owners for fearing for my safety. I am immensely glad not to be worrying about coming up with money for food, transportion, bills etc but if it’s at the cost of me and my families well being then well... I don’t know.

#venting #vent post #coronavirus #covid 19 #workers rights #capatalism #capitalism kills #im mostly trying to chronicle #how all this has been effecting me #so apologies in advance #do i stay home and not possibly kill my entire family #or do i continue being the only person physically able to go to work #and possibly kill my family #i miss hugging my grandma fam #thats what really fuckin me up #at times like this shed twist my hair and tell me itll work out

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ms31x129 · 5 years

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Chimera

Woohoo! Time for Chapter 2! I had to make a DJ! I felt compelled! @cultureisdarkbeer @monikafilefan @today-in-fic

Chapter 1 - Courage to Jump Tumblr LINK or if you like AO3 it is HERE.

Chapter 2: Luck of the Irish (Click on the name for AO3) or if you like Tumblr just clickity-click on the Keep Reading link below.

{Summary: Months after watching the death of his adoptive parents and Mulder and Scully’s tearful exchange on the pier, Jackson decides to take the risk and head back to his home. He is in search of answers left behind and possibly something worth keeping as a remembrance before the house is sold and all is lost forever. In the attic he finds a letter from his birth mother and as he reads each line, the power and love each word possesses causes his mind to connect with the letter's past, one that he shares, and through visions he relives each moment including an answer to a familiar quarter that his birth grandmother would later carry on a simple chain around her neck only for his birth mother to do the same after his grandmother’s death.}

"My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel--it is, before all, to make you see." -Joseph Conrad

The handwriting drew him in first—elegant and delicate. The shapes of the letters remarkably strong, written with expertise and confident symmetrical lines. Beautiful strokes, both straight and curved, the letters flowing into one another with care and precision. His own handwriting was jagged: no artful roundness or discernable style. Sometimes his Os looked more like As and Ys like an S. They did not have that in common. With a deep sigh he dared to plunge forth, to jump and read the first line.

One day, you’ll ask me to speak of a truth of the miracle of your birth; to explain what is unexplained.

He paused at the word “unexplained” . Something within that word haunted him. His heart inexplicably raced, vision blurred and his mind blazed. Like a great rush of water, the memory returned as if he entered a time machine.

February 5, 2002 - "Handle them carefully, for words have more power than atom bombs" -Pearl Strachan Hurd

Silver. A quarter.

The delicious smell of something baking in the oven. A smile came into focus that was highlighted by lines and age. Security and warmth when he was cradled within her arms. She was an older woman, holding him tenderly with dark hair and a glimmer in her hazel eyes that matched the shiny quarter she had retrieved from her purse. After setting him down in his bassinet, she displayed it in front of his eyes. The woman flipped the quarter over like it held pure magic. As if she had never seen one before. Her features cracked into a familiar grin.

“This is luck, William. A coin in a baby's hand means they will never want for money. It’s an old Irish tradition. I put one under your Uncle Bill’s pillow when he was a baby. Same with your Uncle Charlie and your mother.”

Baby William grabbed hold of the coin. Jackson recalled the feel of it in his hand. Cold metal, yet warm in places where she had touched. With both small hands he tugged the solid object from her grasp.

A worried look clouded over the woman’s brow as she stroked his fluffy hair.

“William, I know you are special, but you will always be my grandson. You will grow to do many great things. Change the world in ways only you can dream. Always remember my dear, sweet grandchild, you can survive the unexplained—survive anything if you feel loved… and I do love you.”

The older woman with the hearts in her eyes took one last heavy breath before reasserting her smile. Even at his young age, her eyes and mind communicated to him and the words resonated making him bubble with laughter and kick with joy. The woman let out a laugh, loud and beautiful. Her face was aglow with new beginnings of a world he was ripped from and would never get to see. Their moment was interrupted by the front door and a familiar voice: Mother .

Her face bright and cheery as she finally came into view. “Mom, watch so that he doesn’t put that in his mouth.”

Mother knelt down as she took the quarter from his fisted baby hands and it angered him. He began to fuss and kick, desperate to feel the coin’s texture against his skin again.

“Shh, look,” she soothed while she held the quarter near his face. He let out a laugh as he reached for it, only to make it disappear. Jackson felt himself frown as baby William. Then his mother squeezed his button nose and out popped the quarter. She then held it out in the center of her palm for him once again, and a squeaking giggle rumbled out of his little chest as she laughed along too."Your daddy showed me that trick," she said and smiled so bright it warmed his body from his tiny rounded toes, to his now drooling, smiling mouth.

“I was going to place it under his pillow. Give him some Irish luck,” the woman answered softly while coming back into his vision, drinking from a steaming cup.

“You know I don’t believe in superstitions, Mom, but I guess it would be alright.”

His mother’s hand gently stroked the swell of his cheek with her thumb and her bright blue eyes danced between his, connecting. A quick electric-like spark ran through him as if he were shocked. Her eyes narrowed onto his at the realization of the connection made while her hand jerked away from the softness of his face.

Jackson’s head snapped back and he found himself staring at the attic’s wooden ceiling, inhaling the musty oak while the past scent of his mother mingled with the present. He gripped his thighs and forced his breathing to slow.

“What the fuck?”

The length of the memory freaked him out. He had experienced snippets or clips of what he knew to be memories of his life as a young boy, but never to this amount of detail, and not even close to lasting that long before. His mind had never worked in a manner that society had deemed normal and this was just another example shoved in his face of how screwed up his head really was.

He scoffed and kicked the box next to his foot, angry as he glared at the letter that had floated to the floor.

“Why am I even doing this? I’ve lived my past and it certainly wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine.” Jackson shook his head and stood to pace the floor, tucking his chin to his chest as the low beams brushed along his wild chestnut hair.

Questions overwhelmed him.

“Who am I really?” he huffed, biting his lip and running a hand down his face. “Jackson or William? Some kind of freak with alien DNA? A Changeling? A Chimera? And do I even wanna find out?” Truth was he did. He wanted to know who he was and get his life back, take control of what could happen in the future. But in order to do that, he knew he had to look to the past no matter how painful it may end up being.

Overall his life was a happy one, for a kid who felt like an alien in his own skin a little more as each year past with no idea as to why. He’d laughed, played practical jokes, had friends, took family vacations, and learned life lessons. But, the bad soon followed the good.

At times, it certainly wasn’t the happiest of childhoods and sure as hell wasn’t normal; the unexplainable powers he’d just happen to acquire growing up put a wrench in the standards of normalcy. Beyond that aspect, his parents loved him and they showed it. Sometimes embarrassingly so. Perks and downfalls of adoption, he supposed. But after shit hit the fan as his powers grew and was forced to switch schools, he utilized his above average intelligence to hack into the State of Wyoming’s county birth records. That had only spurred his curious mind into overdrive. Searching high and low for clues within the confines of his bedroom, where is parents hovered less often, was his only real way to find his own answers. The answers that his parents nor doctors could ever truly give him.

The only way to find the truth was to seek it. And seeking it through unauthorized channels, after finding out his genetic material was not shared with his parents whom were raising him, was his only choice to answer the questions firing through his mind every hour of every day and throughout each night laced with dreams he couldn’t explain.

“Follow the breadcrumbs, Jackson,” Mrs. Wilson told him as she leaned over his desk, thumbing through his advanced science book. “There are always clues left behind to help guide you when you lose your way. No matter how small they may seem or how cloaked in misdirection they are, the truth is out there.”

And that is exactly what he was doing now: searching for his truth.

An average day in his grade school science class had turned into a room full of shocked classmates and a seriously freaked out teacher calling his parents to pick him up when he had hatched an egg out of thin air. Jackson cringed at the memory of being picked up from school that day and seeing the look of what he now knows to be apprehension plastered across his mom’s face. That incident only spurred his parents into action, calling the genetics specialist at the Children’s Hospital of Wyoming to make yet another appointment.

Jackson stopped pacing and slammed his eyes shut, recalling the very occurrence that flipped his childhood world upside down and had finally given him his very first breadcrumb he was unknowingly searching for already.

“Come on, come on, Jackson! Get your long legs moving!” his dad teased as he ran ahead through the reeds of the waving grass.

“You cheated!” he hollered, his golden brown hair that frizzes in humidity flopped into his eyes with each pound of his foot into the ground.

He was taller than most kids at age eight but still hadn’t honed his ability to use the length of his legs the way he wanted. The new spring sun shone brightly into Jackson’s eyes as he ran through the rolling hills of their farmland behind the house.

The competitive side of him ached to catch his dad laughing at him from the bottom of the hill and a sudden surge of anger rushed in as he picked up the pace. He was known for his swift shift in temperament recently and had even unintentionally shattered the sliding glass door after his mom had scolded him. That same anger resurfaced and Jackson stretched out his limbs as he raced down the steep hill, leaping over a branch only to fly awkwardly through the air and land crushingly hard on his arm.

“Jackson!” He heard his dad yell and run towards him. The pain shooting through his forearm was overwhelming and when he looked down, he saw the bone had broken and was protruding out jaggedly beneath his skin. “Oh, my God! It’s broken, Son.” His dad gently touched his wrist and told him he was going to get help.

No tears came while his dad disappeared into the house. He only stared hard at the bone and endured the pain as he narrowed his eyes, focusing on just making it go away. “Please go away, go away, go away…” As soon as he chanted that, a searing sharp pain lanced through his head and down to his arm, heating and mending the break right before his widened eyes.

Jackson sat in the grass, covered in damp smelling dirt while he watched the bones in his arm straighten back out in utter shock. It was like nothing ever happened. He had done it. He had just healed himself; and he felt completely alone.

Even as his parents arrived and hovered over him, shocked and confused, Jackson had never felt more different, alien—knew in his intelligent mind that his life would never be the same again.

And it hadn’t. Not one day since then. That was the day he had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones through the doctor’s door at the Children’s Hospital, telling them that more testing should be done since his birth parents might hold the detailed answers to their son’s medical history and the key to his future health.

The rest of his life had been spent rebelling and testing his powers in some sort of weird competition with himself. Jackson had been trying to fill in the gaps on his own and it just wasn’t cutting it anymore. He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask his mother, questions to which they needed to find the answers. There was only one way to get them now.

The question still remained: was he ready to receive them? And was she?

A loud bang and muffled noises caught Jackson’s attention and he moved to the attic’s window.

“Shit!” He jerked away from the glass and gasped as he saw two men in suits walking up the driveway.

Closing his eyes as he listened to the sounds and movement of the men outside, he heard the “For Sale” sign creaking in the wind again. An idea struck. He fisted his hands and scrunched up his face in concentration. In a matter of seconds and an exhale a breath, he was now the man shown on the sign sporting a fake smile and a bad haircut.

The front door rattled and Jackson knew that the men in black weren’t going to give up until they did a full sweep of the home. He moved to the doorway of the attic but just before he exited, he looked longingly at the letter written only for him. The decision to take the letter with all the beautiful words of nearly two decades ago etched into it with him, or let it collect dust and age without knowing every single word his mother had meant for him to read ended up being an easy one for him to make.

He lunged down and snagged the letter, folding it up in his pocket just as the back door flung open and smashed into the wall.

Using his illusion, Jackson stood before the surprised men and asked, “what can I help you with? If you’re here to see the house, another walk through is happening in a couple hours.” His voice was deceptively calm since his heart was pounding in his ears. The fact that he could easily kill them where they stood didn’t mean he wanted to do so. He felt like a monster enough already.

“You’re the realtor?” The man with thinning hair and glasses asked as he palmed what Jackson assumed was a gun at the spine of his back. “No one else has been here?”

“No, but who are you?” Jackson made his way casually to the front door and narrowed his eyes at the man’s hand. When he got no answer he unlocked the door and flung it open. “You should leave before the authorities notice that piece behind your back. And since you’ve basically broken into a home up for sale, I think they’d have probable cause to search you.”

The men shared a look and stiffened at his icy tone. Silence hung in the air until the decision of whether to explain anything to him finally came.

“We’ve been monitoring this place since the event of last year for classified reasons. No need to waste your time on a worthless phone call.” Spinning around in place, they stared up toward the landing on the second floor, as if they expected him to just pop out of his room and wave. “Seems hard to believe a house like this is still on the market,” he chuckled and nudged his partner with a smug expression. “I guess the multiple homicides might turn people off.”

It took all of his strength to not beat the hell out of these assholes standing in the exact spot where his parents’ killers stood, aiming their murder weapon at his own head from the stairway.

“Then go,” he sneered. “Unless you plan on buying?”

Attitude and rage oozed from his teenage mouth and he didn’t give one shit. His control was waning at a faster rate than he had anticipated and if they didn’t leave soon, he could only imagine how the entryway walls would look with a fresh layer of red blood painted across its pristine eggshell white.

The taller man took the hint and made one final glance around and nodded for his partner to follow him out the door and down through the front lawn. They slowly got into their car and drove off, but not before tossing out a look that could kill. And Jackson had no doubt that the men had done just that multiple times before.

He slammed the front door and locked it. His head banged against the heavy wood.

“Jesus,” he exhaled as he dropped the illusion. “I gotta get out of here.” He ran a hand through his longer hair now and slid his fingers in his pocket, brushing them along the letter he had yet to finish. “That’s just it, man… you never finish what you start,” he laughed, annoyed and frustrated with everything including himself. “But maybe now, it’s time to try.”

#today-in-fic #xf fanfic #xffanfic #the xf fanfic #the xfiles fanfic #chimera #msr fanfic

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kiss-my-freckle · 4 years

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Locked-door mysteries.

Like that thermos of sperm. And Liz’s second memory manipulation. My Keenler baby - Rederina - Minister D theory/prediction.

Victor: Hey. How’s it going under there? My boss ordered me not to kill you, but he didn’t say anything about messing up that pretty face. Ressler: You owe me.

It’s all about Ressler’s pretty face because he saved Tom’s.

Ressler: Yeah, I know I'm pretty, but you're not my type.

Ressler’s “type” pushes to the end.

Red: Donald, I’m gonna quietly cross my fingers before I ask, but what blood type are you?

Because it’s all about blood panels, Keenler baby, and Rederina.

Cooper: You’re asking if we should look the other way. Ressler: Yeah. Again.

Red: About my chart. Ressler: I didn’t look at it. Red: Why not? Ressler: Because sometimes you’re supposed to look the other way. It was a pretty thick file, though.

Liz: Have you looked at my life?

Liz: I mean it. Have you looked at my life? I mean, really taken a close look.

Ressler: But the truth is, when I was in Stark's lab, I saw Reddington's medical file. Liz: What did it say? Ressler: I didn't read it. But it was ‭the size of a telephone book, and clearly he didn't want me to see what was in it. I let it go, but if he's thinking about his successor, my guess is that's why.

It’s about Ressler letting it go or finding a ghost.

Ressler: Look, I know you were asking me not to pursue this, and if you’re pissed at me, I get it. But I felt like I had a right to know. My only regret is that I hit a dead end.

Ressler: It’s no skin off my nose one way or the other. But I’m pretty sure honesty really is the best policy.

From Ressler finding Dom to Ressler finding Katarina.

Ressler: And my file? You had it removed from Prescott’s records before they were taken into custody. Well, I won’t trade being under his thumb for being under yours. Red: Sins should be buried like the dead. Not that they may be forgotten, but that we may remember them and find our way forward nonetheless. I hope this will help you do just that. Besides, after today, I’d have no reason to think you’d respond to threats. And blackmail is such a nasty business, particularly among friends, don’t you think?

From Ressler’s file to Katarina’s. Blackmail to blackmail.

Liz: Katarina Rostova gave that to you, didn’t she? She took Zachary from you. Minister D: You found the tape. Liz: You blackmailed the wrong person.

Red: And blackmail is such a nasty business, particularly among friends, don’t you think?

From business among friends to Family.Business.

Ressler: Don’t worry, I’m still bringing you back to prison. But, first, we have some unfinished business. You scrambled my brain, and I’m here to make sure that you never do that to anyone else.

Because Ressler is Agnes’ father. Insert the blood panels.

Dr. Swanson: Listen, we got the panels back, and I just wanted to put your mind at ease. Everything looks great. Agnes has a clean bill of health.

A call made by force before the doctor was shot dead.

Red: You haven’t mentioned my blood panel results. Stark: We’ve been too busy. Red: Not for good news.

Insert reason to look at Red’s file. Good news to bad news.

Liz: Because it's like I'm in the middle of a monsoon that's constantly threatening to drown me in bad news. And somewhere in the middle of that FEMA disaster of a life...somewhere is just a tiny island of calm.

It’s ENTIRELY up to Ressler. Her tiny island of calm.

Red: Because I honestly don’t want her to worry. Whether she does or not is entirely up to you.

But Red has no idea Ressler is the father.

Red: Sometimes, things happen for a reason. And sometimes I just don’t know what that reason is.

Insert Liz’s second memory manipulation.

Dom: For most people, baptism comes early.

Red: And to harm him would be to harm her. A mortal sin.

In order for Tom to save Ressler’s pretty face from fire.

Ressler: And no one's the wiser because dead men tell no tales. Even about their seed. Liz: We should tell the widows their husbands didn't cheat on them. Liz: I'm a widow and a single mom. A marionette with a high-functioning sociopath pulling my strings.

Insert The Deer Hunter.

Tracy: I mean, from - f-from beyond the grave, he still pulls the strings.

The difference between Red and Tom.

Red: Pull strings, call in favors to discreetly smooth the path.

Because Tom is the one pulling her strings.

Liz: I learned that from you, how to prey on the emotions of those that love you most.

Insert the locked door mystery.

Major: I don’t care if she’s Queen Elizabeth and screwing her made you king.

Add in Red’s successor.

Red: There are quite a few people to be taken care of. Dembe and others. It's a fairly substantial list, but arrangements have been made. Protocols put in place. Most things ‭will take care of themselves. But there are a lot of assets. Billions of assets. Of which, to a great degree, you'll be in control.

>>>Of a criminal empire? I'm an FBI agent!

And Marvin Gerard.

Julian Gale: Did you tell him he could walk? Ressler: Yeah. For the keys to the kingdom.

Red: He's the man with the key to the locked-room.

From Tom close to killing everyone with the suitcase of bones.

Tom: Yeah, well, hold your judgment until you’ve tried it because I might end up killing us all. Liz: “Us all”? What’s going on?

To Ressler saving everyone with Red’s medical file.

Saving Red by informing Liz the woman is an imposter. (Without revealling Rederina)

Red: [Knocks on a wooden table] Hands.

Katarina: And I think the outcome is in your hands.

Saving Liz’s life and soul by helping her make the right choice.

Red: Because where she's going, she'll need it. Marvin: And where, pray tell, is our plucky heroine going? Red: To a very dark and dangerous place.

Ressler: Hello. Now, who’s this? Pastor Darvis: This is my child. Luke. Ressler: All this to hide an unwanted pregnancy? Who’s the mother? Red: Don’t just go off and hide in the dark. Wherever you go, look for some light.

Because Luke means light giving.

And saving Agnes by giving her a genetic donation as Red couldn’t.

Red: Stark’s treatment was ineffective.

The double unicorn foreshadow.

Liz: I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently, and, uh - I don’t think I know what “family” even means. Before we had Agnes, I thought Tom and I were gonna adopt, that family had nothing to do with biology.

When genetic donation has everything to do with biology. Keenler baby reveal to Rederina reveal. The future in-laws. Ressler isn’t Arturo Ruel’s type, but he’s Agnes’ lol. Why Red’s medical file is so thick. It’s not for one, it’s for two. Revealing Keenler baby first.

#Rederina #Anti-Tom Keen #Anti-Keen2 #Keenler baby theory

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Let The Rain Fall - Two

Summary: After an interesting and eventful first day at school, Elena returns home and decides to explore the woods behind her house. But she doesn’t know just how dangerous those woods can be and what is lurking in them Warnings: None in this chapter, some anxiety attacks throughout the series Pairings: Jasper x OC (Elena) Genre: 17+ | Fluff Word Count: 3084 Author’s Note: Let me know what you think! I am always open to feedback to better my writing ♥

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My house was only a 20-minute drive from the school. I was pulling up our driveway noticing my mom’s car was still there. I parked my car next to hers and got out going up to the house. It was a small two-bedroom two bath house, perfect for just the two of us.

I could hear she was on the phone, I stopped at the front door trying to listen to the conversation. Yelling. No, Screaming. It’s dad. I opened the door loudly shutting it, so she knew I was back. She poked her head out of the kitchen giving me a small wave hello.

"I don't want to hear it, Tom! She doesn't want to speak to you!" She yelled into the phone going back into the kitchen. I sighed walking down the hall going into my room. I was still unpacking so most of my stuff was still in boxes scattered around the room.

When I moved into the room it was painted this light mossy green, my mother offered to paint it, but I told her it was fine. It fit with my stuff well enough. I dropped my backpack off by the door shutting the door leaning against it. I silently thanked my mom for not making me talk to him.

After I found out why my parents were getting divorced, I wanted nothing to do with him. My dad had always been an ass especially as he got higher up in the business world but never did I think he would cheat on my mother.

I pushed myself off the door grabbing one of my boxes off the floor labeled hiking. The rain was more of a mist now so going outside wouldn't be too bad. I grabbed my boots and rain jacket out of the box putting them on by the front door.

"Mom, I'm going for a walk!" I yelled before exiting the house. I walked to the back of the house admiring the thick forest. Behind our house was the national forest which was convenient for someone who likes to be outdoors. There was a small trail going into it that I followed. It was quiet in the woods and everything was so green. Almost too green.

"Well, it’s not called the evergreen state for nothing," I joked with myself. The ground was mushy and wet, but my boots were keeping my feet relatively dry. I don't know how long I walked for, but I was deep into the woods now not even able to hear cars drive by on the road. I looked up towards the sky and noticed through the small gaps in the trees it was starting to get dark. I decided now would be a good time to turn around and back to the house but then I heard a branch break. I stopped my eyes widening; panic starting to rush through me, my heart began to beat faster. When I was looking into the area before we moved just to see what was around here, I had come across some articles regarding animal attacks and two of those attacks being fatal.

I looked in front of me scanning the tree line. Nothing. I gulped letting out a breath trying to calm my breathing as best as I could, I turned around slowly trying to make as little noise as possible and looked. Nothing.

"Okay... it was probably just a deer. Just. A. Deer." I whispered trying to calm myself down. I looked back up and that's when I saw it. Two yellow eyes maybe twenty feet to my left. I stopped breathing the hairs on my arms beginning to stand up as I stared directly at the eyes and them back at me. It was panting heavily and whatever it was it looked mean and tall. Like HUGE. That's when I heard the howling breaking my stare to look around me not sure where the howl came from because it didn’t sound like it came from where the eyes were. I looked back at where the eyes were to now see nothing.

All those things I read in articles on what not to do when in this situation, went right out the window and I did the one thing you don't do; I ran. I ran as fast as I could hearing its paws hit the ground behind me Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Agh!" I cried in pain as I fell to the ground my foot caught on a root that was sticking out of the ground, I quickly unhooked my foot feeling a sharp pain shoot up my leg when I moved my ankle. I sat up and listened. Too afraid to move. It should have caught up to me, but it was quiet again. I looked ahead of me and thanked God under my breath because I could see my house. I waited before pushing myself off the ground to make sure it really was quiet.

After a few minutes of silence, I decided it was gone. I hobbled my way to the front door unlocking it and walking inside slamming it shut and locking it. My mom was gone now off to work at the hospital noticing her missing car from the driveway. She was a nurse and worked nights at the local hospital. I was kind of glad because I really didn't need her hovering over my ankle.

I sat down on the couch leaning down to untie my boots to look at the damage. It was sprained. The bruise was already apparent. I cursed myself, I really didn't want to deal with this. I hobbled my way on one foot back to my room to get my brace. Sprained ankles weren't uncommon for me. I put it on and got dressed in my pajamas before getting in bed I threw one of my pillows to the end of my bed to elevate the foot.

I looked out the window and I swear I saw Jasper. I sat up and turned to turn on my lamp but when I turned back, he was gone.

"Too much. This is too much, I need sleep." I fell back onto my pillows exhausted deciding it was the adrenaline making me see things before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

I called Bella in the morning asking for a ride to school.

"You sprained your ankle?" She was trying to hold back laughter after I explained why I needed a ride, I sighed completely embarrassed by my klutziness.

"I said I hike; I didn't say I was good at it." She laughed and said she would be right there; I sent her a text with my address. I got up from my bed and jumped in the shower before she got there. It wasn't raining today so jeans and a sweater would do fine but grabbed a rain jacket just in case the weather decided to change. I had to loosen one of my vans for my brace to fit in it. I reached into the closet grabbing my crutches I had decided to keep a few years ago from another sprain accident.

I opened my door and peered into my mom’s room. She was asleep still in her scrubs, I smiled before grabbing her door to shut it. I heard a rumble outside, and I looked out the living room window. It was Bella in an extremely old truck. I exited the house and Bella got out to help me into the truck.

"So, " she began pulling out of the driveway "How'd you do it?" She was getting a kick out of this. I smiled looking out the window.

"I was out in the woods and ran into an animal, except..." I trailed off deciding whether to tell her about the wolf or not, I turned to face her, she would probably know more, "do you guys have wolves?" I asked, her body went kind of tense and her face seemed strained like she was trying to hide her emotion back.

"Why, did you see one?" She asked looking at me, her face looked as if she was trying to hide something, but her eyes were filled with concern.

"I think so, well I know I did." We were pulling into the parking lot now. Edward was already there, and his face too seemed worried but stern kind of like he was listening to someone speak but no one was around him. They were defiantly hiding something.

Bella parked her truck in the back of the lot and Edward came and opened the door for me offering me a hand. I took it giving a small thanks as I grabbed my crutches from the truck bed.

"Well Bella, it looks like someone might be more prone to accidents then you," Edward joked, you gave him a small push

"Shut up, I was almost viciously eaten." I laughed, he looked over at Bella, like he was looking for confirmation from her over something that I couldn’t give. "I swear I saw a wolf last night in the woods while I was out walking, but it was, it was strange because I mean it was HUGE. Taller than any wolf I've ever seen."

"Maybe it was just a bear Elena," Bella suggested as you walked to the school, I shook my head, I know what I saw and heard. There was no doubt in my mind that it was a wolf. But what kind? There were no species of wolf that I could think of that would get that tall. Not without some sort of genetic mutation but that would have to be done in a lab it wouldn't be out in the wild.

The rest of Edwards family pulled up in a silver Jeep parking toward the front. Jasper got out of the car and looked over at me noticing the brace and crutches, he frowned. He raised his eyebrow at me as if he was asking what happen. I gave him a shy smile before going into the school grounds. I'd explain later, maybe he would believe me or give me a better idea of what it could have been.

"No, " I shook my head. The body was two thin for a bear and the howling there was more than the one I saw. Remembering the howl sent shivers down my spine, I shook them off "It was a wolf."

"Elena?" I jumped startled by the new voice; I turned my head to see Jasper was next to me. I looked at him confused. There was no way he could have gotten here that quick from his car. We were on the other side of the campus now.

"Oh, hey Jasper." Bella and Edward said bye so they could head to their class, Bella looked back at me with a grin spread across her face. I shook my head trying to ignore her "How are-"

"What happen?" He cut me off, I sighed getting ready to explain my accident again.

"Oh, just my stupidity in the woods last night" I chuckled trying not to act as nervous as I was. He was so intimidating but not in a bad way he made me want to just tell my entire story to him. My hopes, my dreams my struggles. Everything. "There was a wolf in the woods last night and I tried to run away from it and well roots," I explained lifting my foot to show my brace.

"A wolf?" His voice was concerned, and his face was stern I was a little taken back, I mean I had just met him so it was confusing as to why he would be so concerned. I was flattered though; I knew I had feelings for him, but I didn't know if I really wanted to pursue them. Yet. I shifted beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Umm yeah, a wolf, but uh I need to get to class so I'll see you in history, okay?" I tried to avoid eye contact with him as I began walking to my next class. I was much slower with the crutches.

I couldn't help but think about how they reacted to my injury or more my reasoning. It WAS a wolf. I was positive. Jasper was outside each of my classes today helping me with my books and backpack. It was sweet and I was grateful, moving around became extremely difficult but more importantly, it allowed us to talk more.

"You rode horses?" he asked surprised looking down at my foot. I laughed and jokingly hit his chest.

"I may be clumsy, but I can ride horses," I said as we continued to my fourth-period class. "I competed a little too, plus the horse does most of the work, I just tell it what I need it to do."

"You competed?" He was clearly intrigued, and it made me smile.

"Not often but sometimes, it was kind of my town's thing. Horse riding. Almost everyone was involved in riding," I said as we got to my fourth class. He opened the door for me, and I waved goodbye as I entered. I looked up and Bella had this huge smile on her face she was seeing something I wasn't. I sat down next to her trying to avoid her gaze. She wanted to talk it was obvious. I wasn't used to having someone like her around. Someone to confide in. It was a new thing for me, but I was starting to like it.

"So," she was clearly giddy about me talking to Jasper, I had run into her a few times in the hall today with Jasper and every time she would give this weird cheesy grin. I didn't understand why. We were just talking but maybe it looked different from an outside perspective. Whatever it was, I didn't mind.

"So?" I looked at her questioning what she was trying to say, she shrugged as the teacher walked in, she clearly wasn't going to drop this. The nice thing about Bella is we were similar. She was just about as awkward as I was when it came to conversation. It made talking to her easier because she just understood.

"Jasper seems to have taking a liking to you," she whispered, we were watching a movie in class today. I looked over at the teacher and he was playing solitary on his computer clearly not paying attention to the class.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about," I whispered back keeping my eyes on the screen. Jasper and I were just talking, I have no idea why he would take an interest in me. Especially since he was gorgeous. He could have anyone in this school and there were way betting looking girls than me.

"Maybe you don't see it, but I do." I shook my head and continued watching the rest of the movie in silence. The bell rang and I got up from my seat, Bella handed me my crutches and we both walked out of the class to head for lunch, Jasper was waiting for me in the hall.

"Hey Jasper, are joining us for lunch today?" Bella asked with a smile, I elbowed her trying to get her to stop.

"If that's okay with Elena?" He gestured toward me and I nodded not seeing anything wrong with that. We got to the table we sat at yesterday and I plopped down in the chair except I missed and hit the edge and hit the floor with a loud thump. Jasper was next to me instantly, I looked at him grimacing in pain, my foot hit the table leg and pain was shooting up my leg.

"Are you alright?" That voice again. He was worried, I could see it in his eyes, he was very open with his emotions. I felt a calmness run over my body again like that first day in class and the pain in my leg was barely noticeable now.

"Um yeah, yeah I'm fine, thanks." I grabbed the edge of the table trying to lift myself back up, he offered his hand for support and I gladly took it. This was pathetic.

"Elena at this rate we're going to need to put you in a bubble." Edward joked walking up to the table grabbing my crutches out of the way of my seat and setting them down next to me. I gave him a joking smile while getting situated in my seat.

"I would just pop the bubble." He scoffed at my response before taking his seat next to Bella.

Lunch was awkward, to say the least, Jessica and Angela were clearly uncomfortable with Jasper at the table. From what I could gather, he never broke away from his siblings much. I looked over at the table with the rest and noticed the blonde was staring at me clearly pissed off. I looked over at Jasper and he was staring off lost in his own thoughts.

"Jasper?" He looked over at me hearing my voice, "Is your sister okay?" I asked gesturing over to the blonde. Edward and he scoffed. I was clearly missing something.

"Rosalie is just like that, don't pay attention to her," He mentioned pulling his attention back to the table. I heard a tray slam startling me a little, I caught myself before falling out of my chair again. I looked up noticing it was Rosalie, she was fuming. Her heels clicked echoing through the now silent cafeteria. She walked right past the table glaring before storming out of the cafeteria. The dark-haired guy from yesterday was over at Edward whispering something to him before going after Rosalie.

"Uh will you excuse us, Jasper and I have to deal with something," Edward said getting up from the table kissing Bella on the head before following the other two out. Jasper got up clearly annoyed on whatever was going on. He grabbed my hand and my cheeks were instantly on fire, I looked up at him confused about what was going on. He just gave a soft smile and squeezed my hand gently before following Edward out. I stared at my hand not sure what to think. I looked at the door they had all walk out of and over at Bella who was quietly eating her salad now. What in the world was going on in this town, or more specifically this group?

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Serendipity (C.B) | Chapter 20

Summary: Serendipity: (n) the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way

Popular youtuber Isabella Hart, known as Bella to her audience, bends over backwards to separate her youtube life from her private life. Known for her overall clean content and her bubbly attitude, Isabella has a wild side to her that only those inside the youtube community know about. When Bella meets Colby during one of the trap house parties she finally meets someone she can be her genuine self with. When trouble arises after their meeting, will Bella be able to hand the pressure or will she destroy her relationship with Colby as well as herself in the process. [This starts in 2018]

Written: 2019

Word Count: 2,069

Warnings: swearing and fluff

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"Holy shit, what happened to you?" I turn around and see Jake staring at me.

I woke up this morning and Colby was gone. I had to use the bathroom and after a bit of hobbling, I made it. But then I got bored just waiting upstairs. How I made it downstairs with a broken leg and crutches is a mystery. I made it down and just decided to just chill on the couch, where Jake found me.

"Exploring a haunted forest gone wrong. Turns out I'm a bigger dumbass than you." I finish sending a text to Colby asking him if I should order breakfast or if he was going to bring something back.

"Someone's grumpy," Jake disappears into the kitchen and then returns with some snacks.

"You know, just because my leg is broken it doesn't mean I won't fight you."I kick Jake with my good leg causing him to drop his chips on the floor.

The front door opens and a few seconds Colby walks in. He walks into the kitchen without saying anything. A few seconds later be backs up and then locks eyes on me.

"Please tell me Jake helped you down here." He looks between the both of us hoping that he's not imaging what we both know happened.

"Uh... No, he didn't. I managed to get here myself." I grab a pillow and try to hide behind it.

Colby mutters something under his breath and walks back into the kitchen. Jake looks at me and gets up to leave. I try to grab his shirt but I miss. Jake runs back upstairs to his room, probably to hide from the awkwardness between Colby and I. Nothing is going on with us. Last night we aired out a few things in the hospital room. But there are things that I wanted to talk about and I know there are things that Colby wanted to talk about.

I guess that's what we do. Both of us pour ourselves into our relationship and yet we both bottle things up until the bottle burst. The first time the bottle broke was when Colby got drunk and accused me of cheating. The second time was after I got disowned by my family. The bottles aren't broken again, but they're both overflowing. One of us is going to crack, and if I'm correct, it might be Colby.

We still haven't talked about what happened when he got arrested. That was over a week ago. I asked Kat if she and Sam talked about it and she said they did the night he got back. I'm trying not to push, I'm hoping he'll talk when he's ready. I've seen how Colby gets when people make him uncomfortable. I don't want to be one of those people. If I do I honestly don't know what will happen between us. I don't want to think about it but it keeps me up at night.

"Here," Colby walks back in with a bag of food and two drinks. He hands me the bag and a drink. He sits down next to me and takes a sip of his drink.

"Thank you. Where did you go this morning?" I dig in the bag and take out two breakfast burritos. I hand Colby his.

"Thanks. I went to fill your pain pill prescription. How do you feel?" Colby pulls the pill bottle out of his pocket and shows me.

"I'm fine. I'm sore and my leg hurts but not enough to need something. Listen, can you take me home? I have to call my manager to postpone a few projects. Also, there may or may not be a party tonight that I wanted to go to?"

"Yeah, I'll take you home in about an hour. You really want to party tonight? You literally just broke your leg."

"It's not a party, party. My manager wanted me to go to network. It's a work thing really. Can you take me please?"

"Okay. Eat your breakfast, you dork. And no more going up and down the stairs by yourself. I mean it." Colby kisses my cheek before going back to eating.

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Colby and I barely got home from the party five minutes ago. I feel bad for having Colby driving me around all day today. I know he has things to do. He's extra tried because he woke up earlier than he normally does, and considering we got home super later the night before doesn't help. Because he insisted on dropping me off at my apartment, I convinced him to spend the night. It's safer and he won't have to worry about me hobbling around on my own. It's a win-win situation. After this morning, he doesn't trust me to be in the trap house where I will go up and down the stairs on my own.

However, because of the pain medication, I'm also exhausted. Honestly, I'm so tired that I don't care about taking off my make up. I mean, I do but it'll be too much work. Colby, being the lovely boyfriend that he is, offered to do it for me. I think he feels bad still that I got hurt during his video. I had to keep telling him throughout the day that it wasn't his fault. But he had this sad look on his face every-time I winced in pain or he looked on my leg, so I just let him do whatever he wanted to make him feel better. I'm the one with a broken bone and I'm comforting him. I'm so headass in love with this idiot.

"Hey guys, long story short, I am heavily medicated on pain medication and too tired to take my make up off. Colby here has offered to do a nice thing and do it for me and I thought it would be funny to film it." We set up a camera in the bathroom too, might as well kill two birds with one stone and get next week's video out of the way. My whole video planning schedule is off because of my leg. I have to plan some sit-down videos for a while.

"You just want people to see me fail," Colby says as I grab my makeup wipes from under the sink.

"Or, you know, maybe I want you to be everyone's boyfriend goals."

"Goals? More like boyfriend standards." Colby jokes. He changes quickly off-camera and tosses me an extremely large shirt. I'm going to have to wear these to sleep every night now until I get my cast off. I can wear shorts if the leg hole is wide enough. I somehow manage to take my dress off and slip the shirt on. For the life of me, I can't manage to unhook my bra.

"Baby, can you—" Before I could even finish asking, Colby's hand snakes around my back and he unhooks my bra in one fluid motion. He didn't even look up from opening my wipes.

"See? Boyfriend standards," He says while looking at the camera after realizing what he did.

"I can feel the demonetization that's going to happen just because you unclasped my bra with one hand." We both laugh for a few seconds before going back to the video.

It's suddenly tense. Colby gently turns my face towards him and pulls a makeup wipe out. He scans my face, trying to figure out where to start. His eyes stop on my cheek and starts clean it.

"Wait! I know you've seen me without makeup loads of time, but I'm actually really nervous." I grabbed Colby's hand to stop him.

"Baby, I don't care if you'll look like Fiona under your makeup. I still love you. Besides, if I haven't broken up with you after seeing you when you've just woken up, nothing will scare me away."

"Cole—"

"Kidding! I'm totally kidding. I'm sorry, I saw an opportunity and took it. But on a serious note, you're beautiful. So let me take your make up off so I can see your face and we can go to bed."

Colby goes back trying clean my face. He moves gently at first. So gently that I'm positive he hasn't taken a single particle of makeup off of my face. I put more pressure on his hand to let him know that he won't hurt me.

While Colby works, we talk about everything that happened last night in the forest. I don't know how the final edit of their video is going to come out. I told Sam that they can use my footage, including the part when I got hurt. After we got out of the hospital we filmed little updates. Even though I said that they can use everything, I know that Colby has half of the final say and on this matter, Sam won't argue with him about it. It's not like Sam is dying to use the clips of me getting hurt in the video. It'll be fine without it. Even if he just uses that parts before that when I got lost. Even if Colby allows me getting hurt to be a part of the video, they have to consider how the fans might look at the situation. The part that could make the video even more interesting, could backfire on them. Regardless of what they put in their video, it doesn't mean we can't talk about it on my channel.

Colby stops for a second, "Oh wow," he mutters under his breath.

"What?" I turn to the mirror to see what could have made Colby stop. Most of my face is bare. The only place with makeup on it is my eyes.

"You have freckles. I can't believe that I've dated you for so long and didn't realize that you have freckles." My hands fly up to my face and cover my face.

"Oh shit, I forgot,"

"You forgot you had freckles?" Colby pries my hands from my face and forces me to look at him.

"Of course I didn't forget that I have freckles. I forgot that you didn't know. You never noticed because I would cover them up with makeup. I would wake up a little earlier and hide under the covers before bed. I hate them. My brothers and I are the perfect mixtures of our parents. The best features from our Haitian dad melt with our very Irish mother's best features. But I was the only one to be genetically cursed with my mom's angel kisses. Except, on her, they actually look like angel kisses. On me, they just plague my nose and cheeks."

"Isabella, calm down. I love you and your freckles. You're perfect and if I hear you put yourself down one more time, we're going to fight." Colby kisses my nose before going back to wiping my make up off.

After a few eye-poking mishaps and Colby's fascinating discovery of my false lashes, he's finally done. I take the wipe from his hand and clean any parts that he missed; which isn't much. I throw away the wipe and turn to Colby. He has a dopy look on his face. His mouth smiling but his eyes look dazed.

"I prefer this Izzy. You're beautiful. You should go without makeup more often. Or at least wear less if you do have to wear it." Colby strokes my face and kisses my forehead.

"I-I legitimately don't know how to respond. T-thank you? Look what you're doing to me. Let's wrap up the video and go to bed." I quickly peck Colby on the lips before going back to face the camera.

"Wait! What about your nighttime face routine?" Colby goes under the sink and grabs all my face washing stuff.

"Colby— No, you're tired. You went to bed late and woke up early. I don't even think you took a nap when you said you were. We're going to bed."

"Trust me, a few more minutes of being awake won't kill me. I'll even sleep in tomorrow if that makes you feel better." I stare at Colby for nearly a minute. He already has all of my things out and he looks excited.

"Fine, but if you wake up before me, you're in trouble," I say as I put my hair up. I look annoyed but on the inside, I'm screaming at how cute this all is.

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