#but. but so much kenny content. SOOO much kenny content!!!! he talks so much!!!!!! i gotta memorize it all!!! adhd brain says so!!!!!!!!

[pepsitwist]

yes my college semester officially starts today HOWEVER i am incredibly busy both thinking abt and rewatching bte all day so really if i don’t get the work done i don’t think it’s my fault

#so busy rn these professors don’t even KNOW!!!! #disclaimer. i WILL get the work done this is a joke trust me i just paid my tuition yesterday and im not wasting that much money #cant be both broke AND kicked out of class now that would just b unfair #but. but so much kenny content. SOOO much kenny content!!!! he talks so much!!!!!! i gotta memorize it all!!! adhd brain says so!!!!!!!!

[levmada]

God damn, is there a reason why Wit Studios cut so much from the Uprising arc? ; - ;

There’s so much stuff happening in there that’s just watered down or straight-up removed it hurts my soul

i really honestly don't know!!! :((( as a result re-watching the uprising arc is always a bit disappointing because it feels more barren in comparison?

i don't approve at all the way wit stripped EVERYTHING down. ik ive been posting about levi a lot, but it's really most everyone. levi's character, mikasa's character, historia's character, even kenny and erwin.

did you know that historia actually has a reason to punch levi in the manga? it's because he was rough with her during that confrontation where he told her she had to be queen, and reeves told her to get back at him when she IS queen.

i understand why wit would cut out sannes' torture scene. but we learn so much more about why the MP do what they do to quash rebellions and such in extended monologues

everyone is mad at levi after he was rough with historia, and mikasa was the only one who defended him.

there's an important scene in the manga where (during the part where armin and jean are pretending to be eren and historia) armin is basically violated by one of the captors. later he tells armin that he used to be normal, but now that he knows armin is a boy, it's his fault that he's perverted. when he's already perverted for violating what he thought was a young girl. that's a major tipping point pointing to as to why in my mind armin had the guts to kill a person, and come up with a disturbing plan to get the wall citizens on their side during the revolution

kenny and levi have a longer conversation during the chase scene where they end up fighting in a bar. kenny talks about how they're both alive because they found something they "like to do". kenny has nothing against levi, but they took different paths in life. this adds IMPORTANT nuance to their relationship in my opinion

oh my god all the funny cute moments :(( like hange's knitting comment, mikasa getting snippy at armin because "i didn't raise you this way", the experiments with eren's titan had a part where he built a cabin in titan form just LOOK

erwin's conversation with nile where they talk about how important risking all their lives are. erwin saying how making gambles are the only thing he's good for, nile disagreeing because he values his family the most, the reveal that erwin DATED nile's now-wife but "he chose titans over marie"

AND JUST... THE ICONIC "MAYBE I AM" SCENE IN THE FOREST INCLUDES MORE IN THE MANGA AND ITS SOOO....

god i know im biased but im so mad that wit cut out SO MUCH levi content in the anime. this is a MAJOR supporting character (so much so hes usually included with EMA on merch and promo material) and now the time has come where we learn how he, hange, erwin, all ways the "old generation" thinks, as that's a MAJOR theme with the progression of the story. the young paying for the older ones sins, the young making better choices (how hange and levi are willing to brutally torture a man with the 104th readily against it; levi willing to be violent with historia if it means it'll save their world when he's arguably wrong for forcing that).

but also, COMPLETELY remove the fact that these inclusions would've made every major character amazingly complex and more interesting, levi specifically. levi is unarguably a popular character, but SO MUCH was cut. why NOT include more of him for the ratings? i really don't get it.

and i don't get why isayama would sign off on all of these things. ahhhhh i hate it

#shirtless levi and erwin aside #what i hate most about wit and what disappoints me the most about the anime is the way the uprising arc was handled #so much wasted potential #kane has mail #opinion #aot

[sheinthatfandom]

I think I need to follow some more wrestling fans that are poc but I’m having sooo much trouble finding them rip

Anyways my opinion is that I hate the way a lot of wrestlblr talks about Japanese wrestlers! Takeshita and Yuta (cute and sweet) but the way some people infantilize them is so annoying and weird. I don’t like the way people only mention Kota unless it’s in relation to Kenny or GL or as Kenny’s bf… he is so much more than just Kenny’s partner. And it irks me how so much of the content from Japanese companies are just of the 3 white guys who wrestle or have wrestled there! How are you gonna ignore the roster like that 😭

I don’t think this is cancellable for you though it will definitely be controversial but if you’re seeing people treating wrestlers a certain way due to racial biases then yeah it should definitely be called out.

Verdict not cancelled come off anon and come be friends with me I wanna learn more

What wrestling opinion would get you fandom cancelled

#loren gets mail #anonymous #ask game #tw racism #possibly

[maxphilippa]

I've lost interest on AAF and Cookie Run for a while, sooo i've been watching South Park and decided to do an AU.

"Hopeful Park" I think it would be called??? Basically these bitches go to therapy and learn to heal + heavy angst but eh

It kinda goes like this:

- Butters gets adopted by PC Principal at first since he only found comfort on PC Principal and after a lot of stuff, he gets adopted by him and is pretty much having a nice life. When PC Principal met Strong Woman and then started to date her, Butters was really happy about it, both of them are great parents to Butters, and Butters is being very loved and comforted, but emotional scars are still there.

- Pip doesn't fucking die. Or well, he does, but Jesus decided to give him another chance since he had a lot to do and was actually really worried about Damien. Both of the guys are working their relationship bit by bit, Pip being a lot more calmer and caring of Damien, Damien learns about friendship (and maybe how to love even...) thanks to Pip. Pip may be alive, but he still has the little crown angels have and big wings, his body full of scars due to his cause of death.

- Cartman goes to therapy and actually gets better and learns more of himself. He apologizes to his friends, he apologizes a lot to Kyle now cause he can see that he was pretty fucked up and needed to be better, of course he would react like the old ways sometimes but he is getting the help he needs and understands everything better. He spends most of his time alone though or working on himself since he wants to prove to his friends and to himself that he can get better. Eventually stuff gets better with them and with Eric.

- kids go to therapy and start to actually have healthy relationships but it's difficult and so are the adults.

- Tweek is also going to therapy and he no longer takes meth on his coffe ever since his parents told him the truth. He's healing slowly and is pretty pissed. Craig's there to help his bf.

Those are little things of the AU but im still working on it, lemme show you some sketches of it too!

Butters gets glasses from PC Principal due to his scar on the eye, he wears them most of the time since that's the first gift PC gave him when he legally adopted him.

Pip has lost a eye due to his death, most of his body is basically filled with burn scars. Damien and him are very close, Damien being more chill whenever Pip's close to him. Even if Damien is Satan's son, he seems to be kind to Pip, since he was the first person who treated him like an actual person and not mocked him.

And they get eachother.

Pip tries to hang out with most of the kids, slowly building up friendships, but the first one he got better on terms of relationship was with Butters. They tend to talk time to time and Butters seems fond of Pip since they have "matching scars".

In other hand...

Cartman apologized for everything he did. Kyle did not forgave him, neither Stan, but at least Stan gave him one last chance to be better. Kenny seems unsure of this so called change of heart. Cartman seemed to be really changed thanks to the therapy cause finally his mother realized that what she did was wrong and decided to help her child get better. Cartman doesn't understand at all how his actions affected his friends and doesn't comprehend most of feelings, but he's learning and trying, he knows he doesn't deserve to be forgiven. He just wants to be a better person for, well, everyone. Later on they would get better but it took YEARS to do so.

Cartman is actually getting better with people. Pip and him talk sometimes, just casually, no malice intented. There's probably hope.

Will probably do more content about this thing.

#hopeful park au #south park #south park au #damien south park #pip pirrup #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #butters stotch #pc principal #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #strong woman sp #pc principal and strong woman adopt butters #that's great good for them #south park fanart #cartman goes to therapy #good for him #tweek tweak #craig tucker #damien thorn #angel pip pirrup #pip pirrip

[kuphulwho]

Ben 10 Fandom: Watch Out For Emma, AKA Llamalover

CW: PEDOPHILIA

I’m not usually one to make callouts, but this absolutely needs to be said. This is an important message for the Ben 10 fandom, especially those on Discord. Take a good, long look at this:

This is Emma, AKA Llamalover. She is a notorious pedo in the Ben 10 fandom. Here, she is actively targeting a person who was one of her victims. You can read the testimony from said victim here. Emma is incredibly dangerous, and I will be giving examples of her vile behavior below. In the meantime, preemptively block her on Discord, if you have one.

ADDITIONAL CW: THERE WILL ALSO EVENTUALLY BE MENTIONS OF FETISH CONTENT OF A CHARACTER WHO IS A MINOR, RAPE, AND INCEST.

For starters, to clarify, Emma (user number 1343 on Discord) is currently 26 years old, and about to be 27. This is an important thing to remember. I will mostly be covering things not mentioned in the above linked testimony from one of her victims.

According to one response in said testimony, other younger fans have been coming forward about Emma’s behavior. Here’s another example of a testimony of her inappropriate behavior with minors:

According to this user, this occurred four years ago, which means that Emma would have been no younger than 22 at the time. And here, we have snippets pieced together of an extremely inappropriate DM between her and a user who was very much a minor at the time:

On the date that this took place, she was no younger than 24. A transcript of her messages, seeing as they might be hard to read:

“-giggle- And I’m the one with B/C racks #causeimcool” “Yeah, I once tried my mom’s swimsuit which is a dark purple. That attempt? The racks ended up popping out LOL. Although my ass looks good in it anyways. Guy better have a nice ass IMO.”

“I saw Ghoulseye is your fave, mine too!!! He is! And so worth lovin #likepinmedownandshit (excuse you, I’m a crazy chick). In fact, Ghoulseye is like 50 Shades of Twilight to me.” “Yes. Because look at those tags. #sorry I’m fucking impatient #looking forward to that shit #sooo want him to take on me. #like pin me down and stuff. #mmmm... LOL #that creator better not see that shit here. #creator don’t like my shit? Then GTFO.”

“Like I died laughing. And yeah, that thing can cream me TBH too. Totally for sure. I’m such a dirty bastard (his face is plastered on my phone too).”

Also, at one point, she ranted on her Tumblr about why she left the Ben 10 subreddit’s Discord server. Here’s why that was:

While it is not specified what exactly it was that she posted, we know that it had to be bad if someone called the cops over it. Observe how she shifts the blame on minors for being understandably uncomfortable with inappropriate content being posted publicly in an all-ages server. She was no younger than 25 when this happened. Here’s an example of the inappropriate things that she tends to post publicly:

Again, she is no younger than 25 here. Now, we’re going to get into her creepy obsession with various underage characters. Her biggest fixation is Kenny Tennyson, Ben’s son in the future, who is no older than 14.

She is no younger than 22 here, posting drooling emojis in response to artwork of Kenny. And in this one, she is no younger than 23:

More on the “old goat” comment:

But that’s not all. Kenny isn’t the only underage character that Emma has had a thing for. Observe:

At the time of these three posts, Emma was no younger than 20. And now we need to talk about the NSFW ask blog that she had for Ben’s aliens.

She even piggybacked on Pride Month to promote said underage NSFW ask blog!

Here, she is no younger than 24. Note how these posts are tagged as both “Ben 10″ and “Pride Month.” It is also worth mentioning that the icon for the blog is Reboot Rath, which is 10-year-old Ben!

(RAPE MENTION STARTS HERE)

As a result, minors 100% had to have seen them. And while we’re on the subject of said side blog...

She reblogged noncon and dubcon prompts to this blog, you know, rape. Again, there’s a really significant chance that minors saw this!

(FETISH CONTENT OF A CHARACTER WHO IS A MINOR AND INCEST MENTION STARTS HERE)

Before proceeding, be aware that the following posts are going to contain adult/minor shipping, fetish content of a character who is a minor, and incest. There is no nudity or anything, but the subject matter still warrants a BIG content warning. This is necessary to paint the entire picture of Emma’s character.

Now, with that being said, here she is having knowingly reblogged fetish art of Ben because it was #relatable to her. This appears to have taken place in June of 2019, which makes her no younger than 24 here:

Transcript: Anon- “Are you aware that you reblogged like... a fat fetish post? Nothing wrong with that, I’d just like to know.” Emma- “I’m aware of that but for me, this is what my life is mostly like as a woman right now LOL. (yep, getting older is bullshit)”

I also want you to observe what she said in her header. She claims to “not support toxic or disgusting relationships.” If that’s the case, then what’s this?

Here she is, in 2020, no younger than 25, openly shipping Tetrax/Ben and Reiny/Ben, while using Reboot Ben, 10-year-old Ben, for the picture! Side Note: Some parts of the image are censored due to containing someone’s OC, as well as someone’s photo. She also claims to “not support incest” in that header. If that was really the case, then why could she be seen liking a bwen post here?

And why could THIS be seen in her DeviantArt favorites?

This one in particular is a double whammy. For context, that’s Drew Saturday, from The Secret Saturdays, and Zak is her son. So this is both implied parental incest and pedophilia!

Now, to wrap this all up, here is where she admitted to having legitimately sent unsolicited nudes to someone who was 14 at the time, the victim whose testimony is linked at the beginning:

For clarification, the 14-year-old that she told her cup size to is not the same person in the above linked testimony. And that person is also not the same person in the DM from earlier. These are three separate incidents. Here’s the cup size incident:

And these tendencies of hers? They’ve been known about for a while (note the statement of her age and the “IT’S FICTIONAL!!!” excuse).

Overall, the takeaway here is to not let Emma convince you that she is the victim. If you can still defend her after seeing this post, do NOT interact. Block me. I want nothing to do with you!

#ben 10 discourse #long post #knowing what we know about her #that 'hey kid' gives me the shivers

[clydesdonovan]

Not to be a NUISANCE but I'm legally required to ask for ur opinion on kevlly (also karen/tricia or kenrietta if u so choose dgnngxngd)

👀👀 yes

kevlly:

I actually didn’t see a lot of kevlly before I started following you lol, so I will always associate it with you. It was definitely a ship I stumbled onto a few times back in the day but it didn’t seem to be very popular :( so I’m very glad it seems to be more loved now!

Kevlly is so so so cute. All of the fanart I see is so adorable. Shelly deserves to just be happy after everything she’s been through and Kevin deserves to just have more moments to shine because he’s such an interesting character, and I want to see him be happy too.

Since they have very minimal (re: none rip) canon interactions and content, I love the fact that everything is fair game. People can (and do) create literally anything they want for them and it always ends up super cute!! Like that one post that was Shelly’s journal and cheesy romantic things she hated before Kevin, and it was Kevin doing these cheesy things with her that made her love them. And there’s also your art with them as a married couple with their kids 🥺 it’s adorable and the possibilities for stories and ideas is endless. There’s so much to be created with them and every thing I’ve stumbled across is always adorable and sweet and so wholesome and I love it!!

kenrietta:

yesss I love kenrietta!!! I think @friendstildeathcomic (shoutout to them again) is the reason that I love it so much because it wasn’t something I saw a lot of before I read their comic, but it did me in. Their partnership in tfbw was really cool too, and I liked seeing a little glimpse into a possible friendship between them!

A lot of my views on them definitely spawned from that comic tbh, but I love the idea of them becoming friends because of Kenny’s crappy Cthulhu curse. Kenny confronting her (and the goths) and asking for help, and Henrietta being like “… okay, that’s weird as fuck but I like it, let’s talk” appeals to me sooo much. And then Henrietta and Kenny becoming friends and getting closer through all of that as they bond over it is just !!! so good. I love it so much. There’s a lot of untapped potential there imo and I’m lowkey obsessed with all of the possibilities!

As for Karen/Tricia, I unfortunately don’t know enough about them or have enough of an opinion to actually talk about them fjsjdj the idea of it by itself sounds cute tho, I always want Karen to be happy 🥺

#asks #songofassandfire #ask game #both of there are underrated ships I adore tbh so I loved filling this out 🥺

[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

Not Me

ICBeing The Elite Part 4, click HERE for previous parts

Pairings - Chuck Taylor x OC, Adam Page x OFC, Marq Quen x OFC x Cash Wheeler

Category - A bit on the angsty side today folks, still some fluff, comedy and a BIT of sexual content

Warnings/Promises - Cussing like always, crying?

Word Count - 2234

Summary/Desc - Gabby and Kenny argue, like always. Bri and Cash continue to meet up, but do they get caught? Parker and Chuck get into a huge argument, will it effect their relationship?

This chapter will not feature any BTE segments due to this is a VERY important part today.

ALSO, today we’re featuring @kploveswrestling​ ‘s OC, Alex Hawthorne!!!!! This is really exciting and I hope I used her well!

My (little bitty) Tag List - @neversatisfiedgirlfics​​

“Please Parker! That would be so cute if we were out there together!” Parker had heard it all week, Alex trying to convince her to go out and be at ringside during The Best Friends match. “Alex, you can support your man, I’ll support mine backstage.”

Alex shook Parker’s shoulders, “Pleeeeaasseeee?” Parker took her hands, “How about, you go find your man Trent, he probably has Sour Patch Kids waiting for you...and a kiss.” Alex rolled her eyes as she turned away, “Way to make us sound cheesy, Park.” “You’re welcome!”

She was suddenly startled when she felt hands snake around her waist, she turned her head to see her boyfriend, Chuck. “Hey stupid.”

“Hello bighead.” He returned. “Are you ready for your match tonight?” He put his chin on her head, still hugging her, “Yeah, you should be at ringside with Alex though.” Parker tried her best to put on a genuine voice, “Maybe next time. We’ll let Trent and Alex get the cute couple spot this week.”

Chuck spun her around, “You know that we always have that spot.” Parker grinned, “Oh stop it.” Chuck just smirked looking at her, “You’re so pretty when you smile.”

Parker looked down and hid her face, “I am not.”

The mood suddenly changed, especially with Chuck, “You gotta stop doing that.” Parker looked up, brow arched, “Doing what?” “I don’t know, dodging all the compliments. Suddenly feeling weird whenever I hug you. And just not being confident with yourself or the relationship.”

Parker suddenly got angry, “Well I’m sorry that I can’t control it! Why don’t you focus on your match in 10 minutes instead of me!” Not too far away were Gabby and Bri, watching the situation unfold.

“It’s just, it’s like you don’t even want to be with me!” He argued back, Parker just shook her head, “Why does it matter? You’re gonna get what you want from me then leave!” “What?!”

“Gabby what’s gonna happen?” Bri whispered. Gabby shook her head, worried look on her face, “Something tells me that Parker is gonna do something stupid.”

“Parker, all I want you to accept is that I want to be with you and you’re beautiful! But you’re too fucking insecure to admit that!” Chuck yelled, finally stating his mind.

Tears brimmed Parker’s eyes, fists clenched, “Y’know what? Fuck this. I’m done.” She walked past him, fast and angrily. “So this is how it’s gonna end?” Chuck called out.

Gabby grabbed Parker’s arm while she was walking, “Parker wait-” “Get the hell off me Gabby, I’m not in the mood.” She said fast, pulling her friend's arm off. “What’s wrong with her?” Bri questioned, watching Parker leave. “I don’t know. At all.”

Gabby was standing around backstage after the incident when she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Gabby?” Said Anna Jay, in ring gear. “Hey!” “Hey! So I’m coming out with Dark Order tonight and I thought it would be cool if you came out with Adam and Kenny.” That night Adam and Kenny had a title match against Brodie Lee and Evil Uno. “Omg I love the idea. I’ll for sure ask Adam.” Gabby said with excitement in her voice.

The fans knew about her from BTE and from Adam posting them every once in a while, so it would get a Twitter pop. “Ok cool. Hope to see you out there!” Anna said before walking away.

 20 minutes later

 Gabby walked into Adam and Kenny’s locker room, hair in a half up half down tied up with a blue ribbon, Kenny and Adam’s merch on with blue jean shorts matching it with her Doc. Martin boots. “Damn bae.” Adam looked her up and down while in the middle of lacing his boots. “Look babe, Anna had this amazing idea that I came out there with you guys tonight, and I’m already ready sooo-“ Gabby Motioned her hands down her body showing off her outfit. ”Yea whatever. Bring yourself over here.” “Gladly.” Gabby smirked.

 10 minutes later

 “I’m nervous Adam.” Gabby shouted over Dark Order’s entrance music. Her anxiety was starting to come but she wouldn’t let it stop her for once in her life. Adam pulled Gabby in, hooking his hand around her waist, something he knew calmed her. “You got it, just go and ya know, be yourself.” Adam smiled. Not even 7 feet away, Kenny was standing there with a confused face, wondering what the fuck gabby and Adam were talking about. Shortly after Hangman’s music hit, Adam walked out 1st, then Gabby. She saw Joey out in the crowd which calmed her anxiety the whole time. Then Kenny’s music hit and the match started.

 After Match

”Man what the fuck was that?” Kenny spat out. “Was what Kenny?” Adam was confused by his problem. “Y’know, ever since Gabby’s been around you’ve been different, like no one thought to tell me she was coming out?” “Well my bad Kenny, geez I don’t know what your problem is with me!” Gabby shouted. Kenny let out a light smile “You don’t know my problem? Bullshit Gabby! You and I both know what my problem is!”  “Um, is there anything I should know?” Adam looked at them both concerned and confused. “It’s not even like that Adam. Fuck this I’m going to go find my friends.” Gabby angrily walked away, not wanting to hear anymore of Kenny’s complaining.

 “You know I have to go find Marq.” Bri mumbled against Cash’s skin. “Or you could stay here. That’s possible.” Bri stood up, putting her shirt on, “He’s gonna be looking for me. And we can’t keep doing this. Backstage at least.”

 “I mean, we could. But if it means I get more time before the show or after the show, I’m fine with it.” Bri rolled her eyes, looking towards the mirror to touch up her makeup. Cash appeared behind her in the mirror, kissing her neck. “Cash...stop. I gotta find Marq.” “One more round?” She smirked, and shrugged her shirt off, turning back to Cash.

 He backed her up till she fell back on the couch, before he climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply. They were so in the moment that they almost didn’t notice her phone ringing, she looked at it when her eyes widened and she pushed the man off her, “It’s Marq!” She stood up and answered the phone, “Hey cutie.” “What’s up gorgeous?” “Oh uh, nothing much. Where are you?”

 “Precisely, Isiah and I are about two turns away from the hallway where all the tag team locker rooms are.” Bri freaked out hearing that sentence and blurted out, “Oh! I’m uh..right by there! I’ll see you in a sec!” She hung up the phone without any other word. She ran towards her shirt, put it on, quickly fixed up her hair and wiped away any smudged makeup.

 “Catch you later hot stuff.” Cash called out, “Bye handsome.”

 She had walked out in the hallway and sat in a chair like she had been there for a while, she heard the familiar voices of Marq and Isiah in the middle of conversation. She stood up and plastered a smile on your face, “Hey you.” Marq pulled her in for a hug, when Isiah stared daggers at her from behind his back.

 They pulled away when Marq kissed her, “Is that new chapstick?” “Uh, yeah.”

 “It tastes great,” He looked Bri over when he asked, “Why is your shirt inside out?” She looked down at her shirt when she looked back up at Marq with a confused face, and Isiah with an expression that said ‘you’re a cheating bitch’. “Oh uhm, Parker spilled her blue slushie on me, so I just turned it inside out. It’s velvet on both sides anyway.”

 Isiah scoffed, “Oh yeah, Parker’s always spilling something. Unfortunately not secrets.”

He looked Bri up and down before walking away. 

“What’s his deal?” Bri asked, trying to pretend she didn’t know. “I don’t know. Maybe a bad Vodka Cranberry.”

« »

The day ended for everyone at Daily’s Place. And one of the first two people to leave? Adam and Gabby.

“So Gabby.” Adam said, hands on the steering wheel. The couple were heading to the hotel for the night. “Yeah Adam?” “What was up earlier, y’know with Kenny?” Adam asked. “I don’t know what’s up Adam.” Gabby said, irritated that he was asking her and not Kenny. 

He grabbed her hand holding it in lock while driving with one arm, “Gabby I love you, so much. And I’m hoping you're not hiding something from me.” Confused Gabby let go of his hand “The fuck you mean by that, whatever your tryna say here I don’t get it!” She shouted.

“Babe I’m not tryna say anything, calm your ass down.” Adam said in a demanding tone, something he knew Gabby liked. 

He followed up with “You looked fine as hell out there tonight, and I don’t want you mad. So don’t be, please?” Adam reached for her hand again. Being the clingy person she was, she didn’t push back. she held his hand tighter in comfort, “I fucking adore you Adam. Don’t ask me dumb stuff anymore though. Because then I’ll have to fuck you up.” she smiled at him. 

“Not like I’ma fuck you up once we get to this hotel.” Adam smirked. She rolled her eyes at him, “Too tired for your needy ass, a lot happened today.” He placed his hand on her thigh sending a message only Gabby would understand. “Bet.” Gabby smirked at Adam as their car ride continued.

Back at the arena many people were still packing and some were starting to leave. One person, Parker, was yelling at the Lyft driver for being 20 minutes late. And already fragile from the night's previous events, she couldn’t help but cry while doing so, “I just need to get to my hotel!” She paused listening to the person on the other line, “Y’know what, have a good fucking night, sir. I hope you drive your car off a pier!” She hung up the phone, and paced back and forth, wondering what she should do next.

So she did the first thing that came to mind, and that was to kick a street light, with her slides on.

“Fuck!” She screeched, holding her foot. “Parker?” She looked over at Alex and Trent, all their bags in hands, looking at the person in front of them like a psycho. “Look, if you’ve just come to question me about my fight with Chuck then just leave okay?!” Alex walked towards her and put a friendly hand on her shoulder, “Hey, it’s fine, we know it was...intense. Do you want a ride? It’s Chuck free.” Alex smiled lightly at that last part, trying to make her friend laugh.

Parker nodded and she gathered her stuff, walking towards their car.

Parker knew that if she even started speaking, she would break down crying. So for most of the ride she just sat looking at her knees, numb look on her face. The car came to a halt when Trent looked back at her, “We’re here.”

They all walked in the lobby and Alex turned towards her before heading to the check in desk, “If you need anything, room B145. As long as it’s not at 3 am.” They smiled at each other before the two walked away.

She now had nowhere to stay for the night, so she texted a friend, hoping they would agree to sharing a room. She saw a figure standing in front of her, and she looked up, seeing Chuck.

“So what? Are we done?” He asked, still confused.

She held back tears as best as she could, “Look, you need someone who will know that you love them, who will accept your compliments. That’s not me.” “But if that’s what you’re worried about then we can work on it, just please...Parker,” He held up a hand to put on her cheek but she stepped away. “Chuck..you’re perfect. And there are beautiful women and handsome men all over the world. One of them is for you. A person who can’t even handle being called your “whatever” isn’t for you.”

“You are for me! Why are you second guessing it?” “Chuck...you said it yourself. I’m too insecure.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” “Yes..yes you did. What’s gonna happen when you first say you love me? You probably couldn’t even say it without me refusing to believe it.”

Chuck didn’t say anything, he just stood there, sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Chuck. I think it’s just better for both of us if we aren’t together.”

She walked towards the elevator to go up to her friends’ room. Tears spilling out her eyes the whole way, yet still staying silent. Parker knocked on the door, it took a second and the sounds inside stopped suddenly, but when Marko opened the door and Austin looked out from one of the beds, they were not expecting a wreck.

“Woah, what happened?” Marko asked, letting her in. She shook her head, Austin appeared next to the two, concerned about the situation, “You gotta tell us, man.”

Parker blinked and took a deep breath, and said a sentence she never wanted to say.

“We broke up.”

Bit of technical difficulties today folks! But we got it out!

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Unfold; [01/??]

Pairing(s):Poly!JiKook x Female OC

Genre :Angst, Smut, Pining.

Warning(s): Homophobia (in later chapters), Violence (in later chapters), Mature Content, Vaginal, Anal, and Oral Sex (Later Chapters)

AN: Sooo it’s finally up! I hope it meets yall expectations, feel free to leave CONSTRUCTIVE Criticism. If you don’t like my writing, keep that to yourself babe. If you genuinely have some writing advice than I’m all ears babe. Here’s a life hack; if you can’t think of anything nice to say, than don’t say shit! 

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jungkook stood dumbfounded and bordering on irritated as he tried and failed for the 5th time to unlock the door to his rental. Sighing, he reached into the pockets of his grey sweatpants, searching for his cell phone. Pulling it out, he hit the speed dial number for his landlord Kate, waiting rather impatiently for her to pick up. 

The older woman had certain disliking for Jungkook; it was something he knew from the minute he signed the lease. He never really paid any attention to her pointed glares or the snide comments she made about him, because it was something he was used to.

Most people didn’t like him based off his looks; the colorful tattoos that decorated his arms and neck, the black jewelry that pierced through his lips, ears, and tongue. To him they were art, created and perfectly drawn by one of his brothers, a constant reminder of his life and the love he had for his family. To others it was trashy and disgusting.

Jungkook didn’t care what those people thought though, especially not Kate. She didn’t have any right to say shit to him, especially since he followed every stupid rule she placed and paid his rent on time, sometimes even early. 

Honestly, Kate had no right or reason to lock him out, but Jungkook knew that the older woman was gonna find a reason. After what seemed like hours, Kate finally answered and Jungkook had to restrain himself from going off on the woman.

“What do you want Jeon?”

“Why did you change my locks, I paid the rent!”

 “I told you I didn’t want any drugs going on in my rental and you brought that brother of yours over!”

 Jungkook stood there in confusion which quickly turned to anger. She had been referring to Hoseok. Yes, his brother was a drug dealer, but they never did anything in or near the rental for this specific reason. Jungkook knew there was no way he was convince the woman that he had did nothing wrong, and knew this was the opportunity she had been waiting on to kick him out.

“Will you at least come unlock the door so I can get my shit.” Jungkook asked, placing the phone on speaker so he could text his brothers for help. It wasn’t like the rental was even nice to began with. It was pretty shitty in comparison with his brothers’ homes, but Jungkook wanted to live on his own, prove to his brothers that he wasn’t a baby anymore and could take care of himself. 

Now he was gonna have to crash at one of theirs and it was already fucking with him. He knew the six older men would drop anything and everything he needed them, but he was adult now; he should be able to take care of himself.

“You have one hour to get your stuff,” Kate’s voice came through Jungkook’s phone speaker, knocking him out of his train of thought. “and then I better not see you on my property again!” With that, she hung up, stating she would be there when she felt like it to unlock the door, leaving Jungkook to stand in the empty alleyway that lead to his home.

Sighing, he plopped down in front of the door, leaning his head back against the cold metal door. The young choreographer, ran his inked fingers through his black hair. He watched as his brothers began to respond. He tried to respond but they were all asking him questions at the same time. When he was finally able to answer the questions they bombarded him with, explaining the situation at hand, he rested his head back against the door, waiting for someone, anyone to arrive. It was cold in the city during this time, and he didn’t think to bring a thick jacket, because he was literally indoors sweating all day.

Jungkook cursed silently to himself as a chill came over him. He reached into his pockets to pull out some headphones, so at least he wasn’t sitting in complete silence by himself. Just as he plugged in his headphones, his phone began to ring. He couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto his face when he saw the name “Mini-Hyung” pop up on his screen. Jungkook wouldn’t say he had a favorite brother, he loved all of his brothers, but he was closer to Jimin.

 Jimin, or Mini as he used to call him, was the first person to talk to him when Jungkook was placed in the orphanage they grew up in. Back then, Jungkook wasn’t the tall, muscular, tattooed covered man that most people feared, he was a small little boy who cried a lot and was scared of almost everything.

 Jimin had saw that the then 6-year old Jungkook was being bullied by one of the other kids in the orphanage and the 8-year old defended him, breaking the nose of one of the kids and scaring off the others. It was that moment that bonded the two of them. Jungkook was Jimin’s baby boy and no one messed his with baby boy. At first, Jungkook hated the nickname, it felt unfamiliar and weird and the kids used to make homophobic remarks and slurs towards the two males.  

Jimin didn’t mind the comments,”They’re just jealous that you’re not theirs.” He would always tell the boy, ruffling his hair. As they got older, Jungkook grew to love his nickname from Jimin. He knew that he was loved and after 15 years of being called “baby boy”, it felt weird for Jimin to not call him that. No one but Jimin and his girlfriend Kennie called him “baby boy”. It seemed like their was an unspoken rule in their little made-up family that they were the only ones allowed.

“Where are you baby boy?”

Jimin’s raspy voice filled the young man’s ear, unexpectedly sending shivers through his body. He could hear the anger laced in his words. He wasn’t angry at him, Jungkook knew that. In the 15 years that they knew each other, Jimin had never once been angry at Jungkook. Jimin would often joke about how he couldn’t stay mad at his baby boy, even if he tried. He knew the anger was fueled towards Kate.

“I’m sitting outside my door, waiting on the bitch to come unlock the door.”

“She’s putting you out?”

“Yeah, she’s giving me an hour once she gets here to get my shit out.”

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

Before Jungkook could even reply, Jimin had hung up the phone, so he sat there and waited.

 Kenari sighed happily as she eased her sore body into the large tub of water. The scent of lavender filled the dimly lit bathroom, her bathroom playlist playing softly in the background as she let the hot warm ease and relax her sore muscles. With her hair in a messy bun, she closed her eyes, enjoying her bath. Between Jimin and work, Kenari or Kennie as she preferred to be called, she was amazed that she could even move a muscle.

 To be fair, she was the one who egged Jimin on most of the time, begging and damn near demanding him to “ruin her” as she so eloquently put it. It wasn’t like Jimin was bad in bed, on the contrary, he was the best she had ever had and while Jimin did and could give Kennie the rough sex she enjoyed so much, he preferred to be the slow and steady approach to sex.

 It was fine from time to time, but when you work with your boyfriend who happens to be very attractive and amazing with his hips, by the time they got home (sometimes before they even make it home) Kennie was ready to be ruined by him

Most people who saw the couple thought they were dating to boost their view on Youtube, stating that the choreographers wouldn’t nearly get as much attention if they weren’t dancing together, and while that was partially true, that wasn’t why they were together. It was true that they worked better together, but it was because of their chemistry and love for each other. Dancing was one of the passions that they shared. They both had genuine love for the art form, it was how they met.

They two had felt a connection instantly. Although it was purely sexual at first, the two quickly realized that they both wanted more out of the relationship, and two years later here they were, still going strong and living together. Jimin had even introduced her into his brothers, the only people Jimin loved, up until he met Kennie of course. 

Yes, he had some girlfriends and boyfriends, but none of them met his brothers and vice verse. He didn’t feel comfortable letting them get to know his family, knowing that the relationship wasn’t going to last, but with Kennie, it only took two months of dating before she was sitting on his lap at one of their weekly family dinners, laughing with his brothers.

It was also during this dinner, that Kennie met her best friends, and the women she would later call her sisters, Zazi, Honey, and Joie. Zazi and Kennie clicked almost instantly, having grown up in the same neighborhood. Honey became a big sister to Kennie, helping her figure out the dynamics and background of the family created. While Joie wasn’t officially a part of the family, she was still pretty close to them. There was something going on between her and Namjoon, even though neither one of them acted upon it.

Dating Jimin gave Kennie things she didn’t have before; A Family that loved and protected her, friends that were loyal and honest, and happiness that she didn’t know existed. There were other perks too. She got into “Black Dragon” which was a club owned by Seokjin, the eldest brother of the family for free and never paid for drinks, even though she tried to the first couple of time. She also got the “family discount” from Hoseok, even though she didn’t normally smoke or do drug. Kennie even got free work done by Namjoon, who did most if not all of the tattoos and piercings for the family. She got her makeup done by Honey, and would be invited to all of the parties the family threw.

Honestly dating Jimin felt like she was apart of an exclusive club, and while she enjoyed the perks of the family, she mostly enjoyed their acceptance of her. Growing up, Kennie had both of her parents, but they were never there. They worked all of the time and at first Kennie believed it was to make sure that they could take care of her, but as she got older, she realized that neither one of them wanted to have anything to do with her.

It was when she was 9 that she learned that they only married because their parents forced them to when Kennie’s mom was pregnant with her. It was during a drunken rage, when Kennie’s dad told her to her face at the age of 11 that she was a mistake,the product of a one night stand gone wrong.

 Her father never loved her or her mother. So it was at age 12, when Kennie ran away, staying with her friend’s family after her parents willingly signed her over to them. Now they no longer had to be together or deal with a child they didn’t want.

While she was loved by her friend’s family, it wasn’t the same. It never felt right when there was family events and she was the only one who wasn’t family. Her new family tried to make her feel welcomed and loved, but the damage had been done and when she was 17, Kennie moved out on her own, having saved up enough money to get her own place, but ended up couch surfing until she was 18.

The only thing that kept her sane in her childhood was dancing. She had watched music videos and seen the pretty dancers on the TV and wanted to be like them, so practiced day in and day out. Dancing was all she had, it was the one thing she could turn to express how she was feeling.

 Eventually, she started to take classes at school up until she graduated High School. Through the years, she had met a lot of other dancers who helped her hone her craft and even let her sleep at their place when she was on her own. It was during one of her dancer friend’s classes that she would meet the love of her life.

Kennie smiled fondly as her mind wondered to thoughts of Jimin. He had given her everything she could ever want. He had let her cry and be fragile and open around him and in return she did the same. She was the only one he had told about his not so little crush on Jungkook, the youngest of the family.

 Jimin had told her about ever fantasy, every sinful thought that came to mind whenever he was around the young man. While at first, the love he felt was strictly that of two friends, it quickly and almost out of the blue turned into an unquenchable lust for the younger man.

 Jimin told her all of this one night when he caught her practically undressing the man when he was helping them teach a class. At first, Kennie was sure that Jimin would be angry, but when he began to whisper in her ears all the things he would do and let Jungkook do to him, Kennie found herself squeezing her thighs together. She didn’t think she would be into something like that, but the idea of Jimin pining down the younger man and begging him to fuck him, drove her crazy. 

That was one of the moments that sealed their bond, their mutual lust over Jungkook. Over the years, that lust turned to genuine love for the man and the couple had even discussed how to get him to join their relationship without scaring him off. It never felt like right time and they were both afraid of ruining the family.

Jungkook was a sweetheart underneath all those tattoos and piercings. Even when he tried to seem intimidating, the two of them could see past the rough exterior to the adorable guy he truly was. Jungkook was goofy and sent the most random text during the middle of night which would normally irritate the couple, because sleep was a rare commodity for them, but when it came to Jungkook, they let it slide. He was their baby boy.

Kennie felt her body shiver as the realization that her once steaming hot water was now cold, and quickly released the stopper before. She climbed out of the tub, wrapping her fluffy black towel around her body, before she grabbed her cell phone and made her way to the bedroom she shared with Jimin. 

With the towel still wrapped around her, Kennie laid out of their bed, scrolling through the comments that were left on the latest video she and Jimin posted to Youtube. The positive comments outweighed the bad, even though the mean comments never got to her. She didn’t care if other people didn’t like her, her family loved her, Jimin loved her and that was all she needed.

Once she finally reached the last comment, her phone began to go off with the ringtone she set for Jimin. She smiled as she answered the call, ready to greet him when he spoke first.

“That bitch kicked baby boy out!”

Kennie sat up instantly, not caring that her towel fell off her body. She grabbed her phone, placing it on speaker, and headed to their closet, trying to find something to put on.

“Where is he, where are you?” She frantically asked, knowing that it was quite cold outside and Jungkook had a tendency to not bring a jacket because “I’m inside most of the day, so why bother” as he liked to say. Kennie threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top as Jimin spoke. “He’s waiting for her to come let him in, so I’m heading to his place right now, the guys are meeting me there to help him get his shit outta that place.”

Kennie could hear the frustration and anger in his voice and she didn’t blame him. That woman had it out for Jungkook from the beginning. Jimin and Kennie had offered for him to live with them in the guest room of their home, but he declined. Kennie and Jimin had kept their guest room ready for whenever the young man was too tired to go home after class, but now he was finally going to be staying with them. 

Kennie felt guilty for being so excited that he had gotten kicked out, and Jimin most of noticed by her silence. “I know what you’re thinking baby,’ He teased, his voice getting deeper with each word. “and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy about this too.” Jimin chuckled through her speaker. “Everything happens for a reason though baby.” He stated as Kennie sat on their bed.

 “Maybe this is the opportunity we’ve been looking for.”

 “I don’t want to scare him away Jimin.”

 “We won’t, let’s take it one day at a time.”

 Kennie nodded, even though she knew Jimin couldn’t see her. She knew Jimin had a plan and she also knew Jimin would never force Jungkook to do something he didn’t want to do, but what if he rejected them. She knew that this was something that could make or break their relationship and she didn’t want to lose the family she had longed for, for so long. 

Sighing, Kennie stood up from her spot on the bed and made her way to the room that Jungkook would be living in. She knew that they didn’t try then there would always be that regret and so she made up her mind, that this was something that they would slowly work on together. They weren’t going to force Jungkook into a relationship but they weren’t about to sit around and do nothing either.

 “Alright, one day at a time.”

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[sparkles-and-trash]

Some thoughts on South Park, the characters and the fandom

So, yesterday I had a chat with one of my more... academic (brainiac) friends, about South Park, and I’ve been dying to share some thoughts from it.

So, the thing is, my friend also loves South Park, but most for the satire, which I 1005 relate to, as that was my own way of enjoying it until like, this December when I fell face first into the fandom. 

But what we talked most about, is how the fandom constantly have these little discourses and disagreements when it comes to how we view these characters and why that is. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been a fandom bitch since 2005, and I’m aware that this occurs in all fandoms, but I’ve never, ever, seen it as much as I do in this one. 

Why? 

Well, let’s start with the obvious. For one, there is so much content to pick from. 22 seasons, over 20 years of evolving content, characters and creators. People come into the fandom at different times, which no doubt has some effect on how they view the show and the characters, because the show surely have had a bunch of shifts when it comes to writing, focus and overall mood. 

Also, this is a show who focuses a great deal on real events, so the way the characters respond and acts according to these things is bound to have an effect on how the viewers feel about the real issues themselves, and therefore, how they feel about the characters reactions and actions. 

That all makes a bunch of sense, and is not a new idea to me, and probably not to you guys either. But the next part was certainly not something I’ve been giving any thoughts, and that’s why I wanna talk a bit about it. 

So, South Park is a satire, focusing mainly on ongoing issues in America, but also the world as in general. We all know that. 

That means South Park is a plot driven show, rather than a character driven one. I believe this might be the key to why there are so much stuff about the characters the fandom disagrees on. 

When a show is plot driven, it has a tendency to use it’s characters as plot devices, and South Park is no exception. If anything, I think they do it a lot more than many other shows and stories, simply because it’s South Park. The tagline of the fandom is “They make fun of everything!” and yes, that includes themselves, a great deal actually. 

When characters are used as plot devices, their characteristics may sometimes be a little compromised. Like, for example, Geralds whole deal in the 19th season, where he suddenly became a horrible internet troll, driving people to suicide, when he had never before shown any signs of having a mean streak, for the sake of the story. 

That’s just one example of so, so many, but it’s the most prominent and most recent one that comes to mind for me, personally. 

I’m not, in any way what so ever, saying that this is a bad thing. Because it’s not, and Matt and trey usually handles these things with humor, insightfulness, clever writing, and most importantly, a whole ton of self-awareness. 

Where it can go a little wrong, however, is when the fandom culture comes into it. When people become very passionate about these characters, and want to create their own content, like fan art and fanfiction, and they start to fill in the blanks themselves. 

Those of us who’ve been around for a while usually call them headcanons. 

Headcanons exists in every fandom, but the difference here is that the canon we bade it on, isn’t always a constant, as a more character driven show would have. 

Of course, I’m not saying that the characters doesn’t have canon personality traits or are written badly, because that’s so not the case, at all. 

But when characters show a side of themselves only sometimes, or once or twice, and in certain. situations to drive the plot some of us are bound to disagree on how big part that actually is of the characters personally. 

Some might even want to use those things as the base of the way they see certain characters, based on how strongly they feel about it, or if they started the show when that character was in a special place.  

A few examples of things that are, or once were, canon, but the fandom tends to make the main part of these characters personally, while others absolutely despise them are: Stan as a depressed alcoholic, Kenny as a promiscuous pervert, Kyle as a self righteous, angry nerd, Butters as a tiny soft, nervous uwu boy, Wendy as a selfish idealist who keeps breaking Stans heart, Craig as an emotionless and apathetic mess, and the list could go on and on. 

I would like to be clear that I’m not saying any of those things are bad to do. I’m just using them as examples I hope some of you recognize. 

Sooo, what did I really want to say with this long ass rant? 

Basically what I always preach, lol. That we need to remember what this show actually is, and that we should never let that stop us from enjoying it and it’s character in any way that makes us happy and inspired. 

But we also need to remember that everyone has a different opinion n these characters, and that in a fandom this big, and this divided, it1′s super important to respect each others opinions and passions. Don’t start arguments where you have no other goal than to point out that your way is better than someone else’s. 

Is there any trope, any ship, a character that you really dislike and feels like it ruins part of the joy for you? Block the tag(s). Seriously, it helps a lot. 

And on that note, remember to tag your stuff, so the filter actually work. Some might find too much tags annoying, but if that’s a problem, try politely explaining that it’s to be considerate of people who might want to avoid certain characters, ships and themes. If they don’t listen, YELL AT THEM. 

Jk, but seriously, that’s their problem, not yours. 

TL;DR/Basically, be considerate of either peoples opinions, discuss away, but don’t ridicule people for having different opinions than you, and just fucking enjoy this shitshow. 

And, for the love of god. remember: 

#South Park #South Park fandom #fandoms #trash talks #feel free to tell me your thoughts on this!!!

[buckyscrystalqueen]

What Happens Next: Part 2

Pairing: Chibs x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, SOA canon deaths, angst, fluff

Word Count: 5,652

Part 1

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You and Lyla stood in your new large kitchen that over looked your mis-matched furnished living room (thanks to the open floor plan) as the guys unpacked the two moving trucks full of four different houses of stuff. You had a mix of everything, from Gemma’s long family dining room table, to the entertainment center from Jax’s house. You also donated the bed from your dad’s master bedroom to Ellie and took Jax and Tara’s for yourself. Couches and chairs from all four houses decorated the wood floor of the living room to make room for your massive family and your guests.

“I can’t believe we pulled this off.” You said as you unpacked stacks of colorful kids cups into one of the cabinets. You heard Lyla giggle as she stacked kids plates in the cabinet next to you; designating these two as specifically for the kids.

“I honestly thought I was gunna be stuck in the same room as my step daughter for the rest of my life. Not that that’s a bad thing but still.” With a giggle, you glanced over at her and nodded.

“God, I know the feeling. The idea that I was gunna have to raise four kids in my dad’s house.” You shuttered at the thought and laughed. “That house barely had enough room for me and Tara growing up.”

“God, I remember that.” You nodded as you took a step back and pulled out the drawer there for kids silverware. You let out a sigh as you simply dumped the rest of the contents of the box in the drawer.

“How do we already have so much shit? I thought we went through all this when we packed.” She took the empty box from you and tossed it toward the back door with a shrug.

“Five kids and four houses.” You nodded as the sound of heels on your wood floor caught your attention.

“Well look at you.” Venus said sweetly as she headed into your kitchen. You turned around with a smile as she paused in front of you and gently put her hands on either side of your belly. “You look…”

“Huge. Like I should be ready to pop but instead I have sixteen damn weeks to go.” You interjected with a laugh. “I don’t know where all this weight came from but it just keeps going straight out.” You swung your hands forward along your sides and made a rocket sound, causing both girls to laugh.

“You carry it well, sugar.”

“Yea, I’m jealous.” Lyla interjected as she grabbed the two of the last boxes you needed to unpack up on the counter. “I felt like I gained everywhere.” Venus giggled as she walked over and grabbed the last box marked ‘spices and shit’.

“My friend was the same way. She gained it all in her hips and ass and girls…” She looked over her shoulder on her way to the walk-in pantry with an almost evil smirk. “She already had a planet ass.”

“Who’s got a planet arse?” Chibs asked as he came in with another kitchen box. “Certainly not m’wife, aye?”

“Venus’ friend.” You said as you took a step over to take the box. He quickly lifted it up over your head and stepped around you. “I can help, ya know.” You sassed as he set the box on the ground by the cabinet marked ‘pots and pans’ and pulled the box open. All three people in the kitchen started protesting at once.

“Not carryin’ boxes, ye don’t.”

“Not with a whole house full of men.” Venus chimed in.

“We’re basically done in here.” Lyla said as she tossed the empty box with the rest and grabbed the last one marked ‘plates’.

“Go make sure Tig an’ Quinn ‘ave the bed where ye want it, luv. Careful on the steps.” You rolled your eyes and threw your hands up in the air.

“Cops are here.” Happy called out from the foyer as he headed up the stairs to the third floor, where Kenny and Piper’s rooms were.

“Fuck does this bitch want?” You grumbled as you headed through your living room and to the foyer, dodging Kenny on his way to the stairs. “You all unpacked, sweets?” You asked as he darted around you.

“One more box.” He called out as he dashed up the stairs. You nodded at his retreating back as you glanced in at Montez and Rat, who were turning the office into Lyla’s bedroom, and paused in the front door doorway. You cocked your eyebrows as Althea and one of her officers, Candy Eglee, who was an old high school acquaintance, came up the porch steps.

“What do you want?” You asked as you leaned against the doorway, blocking her entry into the house. She gave you a nasty look as she tucked her thumbs into her belt.

“I’m looking for Filip.” You cocked your eyebrow at her and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Why?” You glanced over at Candy who simply rolled her eyes.

“I need to bring him in to ask him a few questions on a drug case I have.” You pursed your lips and nodded as you pushed off the door frame.

“At the end of the day on a Friday, I’m sure you do. He’ll come down on Monday with our lawyer.” You watched Candy’s lips twitch into a small smile as you stepped back into your house and grabbed the door. “Anything else? No? Didn’t think so.” You waved at your friend and closed the door with an annoyed huff. You turned on your heel and jumped when you saw Chibs leaning on the back of one of the couches watching you across the entry.

“Wha’ she wan’?” You rolled your eyes and rested your hand on your bump.

“Bring you in for questioning on some drug case. You being good?” You asked him as you stepped over and stood between his feet. He put one hand on the side of your bump and crossed his heart with the other.

“Cross m’eart, luv.” You smirked and nodded as you moved your hands to his shoulders.

“Well one way or another, she can wait until Monday to talk to you. I’ll call Lowen tomorrow.” He nodded and pulled you toward him. He looked up at you with so much love and adoration, you thought your heart would explode.

“This was a good call, m’luv. ‘avin’ them move in wit’ us.”

“I know.” You teased as you twirled a lock of his hair around your finger. “I’ve always got the better ideas.” He huffed a laugh and brushed his hands across your 22 weeks along bump absentmindedly.

“I’ven’t seen those kids this ‘appy in…” His words were cut off instantly as one of the twins, his son kicked his left palm for the first time. A choked laugh escaped his lips as he moved both his hands to the side. He poked gently twice before your son kicked back again.

With tears in his eyes, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your bump and said something softly in Scottish Gaelic. You felt a kick of the other side from your daughter and you reached down to move his hand to that spot. Tears filled your eyes as you poked at your other child through his fingers and received an immediate response.

“Little luvs.” He whispered as he went back and forth, gently poking at his children. You kept your hands half on his and half on your stomach as the world around you disappeared. Neither of you could hear the boys all the way up stairs yelling at something or Lyla yelling out for them to behave from the first floor landing.

You didn’t hear Quinn or Montez complaining as they carried your old, heavy dresser up the stairs to Thomas and Abel’s shared second floor bedroom. You didn’t even hear Lyla asking you directly what you thought about just ordering pizza for dinner; the only thing you noticed in that moment was your little family. After a few minutes of interaction, your kids seemed to get tired of being poked at, stopped kicking back and just settled in to wiggling around to find a comfortable spot once more.

“So perfect.” He said softly as he ran his calloused hands over your bump. “So, so perfect, m’bairns.”

“Sooo, are you two gunna feed the workers or just stand there all day?” Tig said. You both looked over at your friend, who was standing on the back porch, smoking.

“Shut it, Tigg’a.” Chibs snapped as his hands slid to your hips to move you back a step. “We’re feedin’ ev’ry one but ye now.”

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“Hey look!” You said playfully as you awkwardly tapped your feet on the dash of your SUV. You glanced over at your boyfriend. “I do still have toes.” He chuckled as he stopped at a red light and reached over to rub his hands over your thirty-one weeks along bump on the way home from your appointment. His son instantly kicked back. Since the first time the twins kicked, he had always been the more active one. You let your feet fall back down and shifted a bit on the passenger seat.

“I told ye, luv. I didn’t paint yer ankles las’ nigh’.” Your face deadpanned only slightly as you looked over at him.

“You’re so funny.” You mocked as he started driving at the green light. He chuckled as you laughed a fake laugh when the glint of a flashing blue lights caught your eye. You turned in your chair slightly and groaned. “Is she fucking serious right now?”

“Fuckin’ gash.” With a few choice swear words, Chibs pulled over to the side of the road.

“Driver, turn off the car.” Jarry called out over the patrol car’s PA system.

“Is she fucking kidding?” You asked as Chibs turned off the car.

“Swear ta Christ, we’re filin’ a law suit.” He said as he tossed the keys on the middle console.

“She’s gunna end up like Roosevelt soon, fuck a law suit.”

“Driver, step out of the vehicle.” You both rolled your eyes as you both reached down and unbuckled your seat belts. Chibs got out of the car with his hands over his head as someone tapped on your window. You looked over at deputy Ramon Martinez and he gestured you out of the car.

“You’re fucking kidding, right? I’m fucking pregnant. Where the fuck am I running to?” You watched him heave a sigh.

“Come on, (Y/N).” He said as he opened the passenger door. You shook your head as you reached out to take his hand for balance.

“This is such fucking bullshit. Why are we being pulled out of the car?” You watched him glance back to where Althea was putting Chibs in cuffs.

“Anonymous tip of drug possession and trafficking.” You looked over at him in stunned silence and he nodded. “Yea, I know.”

“Martinez, where’s that scale?” Jarry asked as Martinez put you into loose cuffs and helped you walk back to the cop car.

“It’s in the trunk.”

“Get those fuckin’ ‘andcuffs off my fuckin’ wife!” Chibs roared as he tried to get off the hood of the car. Jarry slammed him back down against the metal as Martinez purposely let you lean on the hood next to him.

“Leave it, Filip.” You hissed as Althea headed back to the trunk to get her scale. You glanced over at the small box of rolled joints on the hood from Chibs’ kutte beside his wallet and phone and you thanked God he didn’t bring his gun to the appointment. You glanced down at your boyfriend as he took a step over and leaned against your side.

“’s’all right, luv. Jus’ call Lowen for me an’ Tig ta come get ye. This’ jus’ bull shite.” You nodded at him as you reached over and ran your fingers through his hair. You both looked up at Jarry’s huffed and cocky laugh.

“1.2 ounces. That’s officially over the legal limit.”

“’s’mine. ’s'all mine.” Chibs said immediately with a sigh. He looked up at you and shook his head against the hood. “She didn’ know I ‘ad it.” You physically bit your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything to the contrary as he pushed himself up off the hood. He gave you a chaste kiss before Jarry came over and yanked him away from you.

“I love you, baby.” You told him sadly. He nodded as she unlocked her car and opened the back door.

“I luv ye, too baby girl. I’ll be ‘ome soon.” You nodded as Jarry forced him into the car.

“Don’t count on that.” She sneered. You met her eyes as Martinez uncuffed you.

“You’re the dumbest bitch…”

“Watch it, (Y/N).” Martinez snapped so you wouldn’t get arrested to. “You want me to call someone?” You shook your head as you walked your giant baby bump toward your trunk.

“No, just give me his phone. I’ll call Tig.” He nodded to you as Jarry called in to the county jail to let them know she was bringing someone in. He grabbed the phone and wallet, showed them to Chibs through the front window of the car and gestured to you. With a small nod of confirmation for your boyfriend, Martinez passed them over to you to take with you. With a soft ‘thanks’, you sat down in the trunk and called Tig.

“Yea?”

“Tiggy? I need you to come pick me up ‘cause I can’t drive. I’m in front of Floyd’s…”

“What? What happened?” You rolled your eyes and glared at Althea as she leaned against the car to talk to your boyfriend… who was completely ignoring her and watching you to make sure you were OK.

“Fucking gash arrested Chibs for possession. Bullshit pull over.” You heard him move the phone away from his mouth and talk to one of his brothers before coming back to you.

“We’re coming, sweetheart. Venus is gunna ride with me to drive you and I’ll call Lyla and let her know that I’m sending Rat and Brooke to go get all the kids from school in the van.” You nodded to yourself as you kept your eyes locked on Chibs’ through the windshield.

“Thanks, hun. I gotta call Lowen…”

“You good here?” Jarry asked. You ripped your eyes away from Chibs and looked at her incredulously.

“You’re fucking kidding, right? You’re gunna leave a fucking seven months pregnant woman on the side of the fucking road after you arrest my husband for some bullshit, trumped up charge and ask if I’m OK? Who the fuck…” You heard Chibs, Tig and deputy Martinez shout your name and you scowled. “Yea, I’m fucking fine.” She gave you a smug smile and signaled to her partner.

“Have a good day, ma’am.” You ground your teeth together as she got in the car without a care in the world.

“Just get here, Tigger!” You snapped as Jarry pulled away from the curb and drove off. You growled and snapped the phone closed as you pushed yourself out of the trunk. Floyd came running out of his shop and helped you to the passenger side.

“If you need witnesses, you let me know, darling.” You gave him a small smile as he helped you into your SUV.

“Thanks, Floyd.” He gave you a reassuring smile before heading over to the driver’s seat and turning the car back on for you. With a shake of your head, you rested your head on your fist as tears began to slowly fall down your cheeks.

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“Docket ending 4973: People verses Filip Telford.” 

You sat up a little straighter and your grip tightened the slightest bit in Venus’ hand as your orange clad boyfriend was carted out of the back temporary holding cell in full transport restraints. Like a magnet finding its match, his eyes met yours for as long as he could before he was forced to turn away to look at the judge. The man up on the bench didn’t even look up at your boyfriend as he flipped through Chibs’ extensive file.

“Arrested for misdemeanor possession of marijuana, how do you plea?” You looked over at Chibs as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Not Guilty.” Ally Lowen, the club’s lawyer said confidently. The judge still didn’t look up.

“Prosecution on bail?”

“Remand, your honor. Defendant is the President of Sons of Anarchy motorcycle gang with ties to Ireland and Scotland as well as other various states and the means to flee.” As if she knew you were going to object, Venus reached over and grabbed your upper arm.

“Your honor, my client and his wife, who has no other family and has sole custody of her two nephews, are expecting twins in October. The weight of the marijuana he had in his possession was within the legal limit and the added weight was the papers the marijuana was rolled in.

There is documented distaste for my client by the Charming police department and the San Joaquin sheriffs department because of his known associates; however, he also hasn’t had any official criminal based interaction with the police for the past eight years. Also, there was no reason given when he was pulled over other than a personal vendetta.” The judge sighed as he flipped the file closed and looked at Chibs and Ally. You stole a half second glance over at Althea, who was absolutely fuming along the wall with her arms folded over her chest.

“There was no given reason when you were pulled over?” Chibs shook his head and your own head mimicked his.

“No sir.” You saw the judge, who must have seen your head shaking, look over at you with his eyebrows raised.

“I take it you’re the wife.” Your head instantly changed direction to a nod as Venus stood and helped you to your feet. The judge’s eyes widened as he got a look at your massive bump (thanks to your children laying right in front of each other) as you held onto the wood divider in front of you so gravity and your bump wouldn’t pull your small frame over in your short, kitten heels.

“Yes sir.” He nodded and pursed out his bottom lip then shook his head and waved his hand toward your boyfriend.

“Go home, Telford. Stay out of my court room otherwise I’ll tack on this case to the next one.”

“Yes sir. Thank ye sir.” Chibs said happily. The judge called for the next case as Althea growled and stormed out of the court room. You could see the officer hesitate as Chibs dipped away from him to give you a pecked kiss before he pulled him back to the holding cell. Ally turned toward you as Venus grabbed both your purses and helped you down the isle.

“There’s four more dockets today which will take about an hour.” Ally explained as the three of you stepped out of the court room. “Once he’s back at the jail, it’ll only take a couple hours to get the paperwork sorted. I’ll call you the moment he’s clear.” You smiled at her with tears of joy in your eyes and gave her an awkward hug.

“Thank you. I’ll write you a check and bring it to the jail…”

“Don’t worry about it. Open and shut case; this one’s on me. Consider it a baby gift.” You smiled at her as she quickly walked away to head to the jail.

“See, honey. I told you justice would prevail.” You looked over at Venus with a smile as she handed you your purse.

“Thanks for keeping me calm today.” She smiled as she held your arm so you wouldn’t topple over when you wattled in your insensible shoes.

“That’s what friends are for, sugar. That and premeditated murder.” She glanced over at you with a wink as she hit the button. “Alright, let’s go get little Abel from school and Thomas from the sitter and head to the jail so we can get your man home.”

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“Do ye think she thinks we don’ know she’s stalkin’ us?” You shrugged as you glanced over at Althea’s personal car, which had been parked a half block away from your house for at least an hour a day for weeks… even though you had spent the last four days in the hospital delivering your kids. You looked into her car from the back seat and huffed as she tried to hide herself in the front seat by bending down and pretending to look for something in her car.

“Did I tell you that I put a camera in Piper’s bedroom window facing where she always parks?” He chuckled as he pulled up to the gate you had purposely installed to keep the Lieutenant off of your property. He glanced back at you as he waited for the iron gate to swing open.

“Smart luv. But now tha’ ye’ve ‘ad the babies, I’m concerned she’ll come afta ye.” You smiled brightly as you looked over to your right at Shiloh Jackson, your first born son.

“Yea, I dare that bitch to try.” You glanced up at your boyfriend as he pulled past the gate and made sure it closed behind you. “Now that I’m basically allowed to stress out again, I’m calling that DA that used to jam you guys up.” Chibs groaned as he pulled around to the garage and pulled into your spot.

“Luv, jus’ let it go.” You looked up at him through your lashes as he put the car in park.

“No! She chucked you in jail for no reason and is parking outside our house… our house where our children live. Our four, young… impressionable… innocent children that are being stalked because that woman has some crazy obsession with MY husband.” He rolled his eyes as he turned off the car and got out.

“I can ‘andle ‘er, m’luv.” You looked over at him as you unbuckled Shoshana Grace’s car seat.

“Then handle it. Six feet under, handle it.”

“Daddy!” Your smile faltered slightly before growing tenfold.

“Did he just…?” Chibs nodded with the brightest smile you had ever seen as he turned and picked up Abel.

“Aye, boy-o. Mommy an’ daddy are ‘ome.”

“Did you bring the babies, too?” You giggled from inside the car as you unbuckled the belt to Shiloh’s carseat.

“No, we’ve left the babes a’ the ‘ospital.” Abel frowned at him and pouted as he looked in the car.

“Mommy did you leave the babies?” You smiled and shook your head.

“No Abel, daddy’s kidding.” The little boy looked so relieved as Chibs shifted him on his hip so he could see into Shana’s car seat. You looked over as the door behind you opened and smiled at Lyla.

“We had a long, long talk about mommies and daddies last night. Like how it’s OK for some people can have two mommies and two daddies if one set goes to heaven… just like Kenny and Ellie do.” Your heart soared in gratitude as she smiled and grabbed the handle of Shiloh’s carseat. You slid out of the car beside her and gave her a hug.

“Thank you. I didn’t even know how to have that conversation with him.” She nodded and kissed your cheek.

“That’s what friends are for. Now come on, we have to get these babies to their own party.”

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“Wow. She is relentless.” Tig said as he watched Jarry drive past your house in her cop car later that night. Chibs nodded as he ran his fingers lightly through your hair as you dozed in his lap. He watched the cop car from the shadows of the unlit front porch as she slowed in front of the gate for a moment before taking off down the street.

“We need ta do sum thin’ bout ‘er.” Chibs said softly so he wouldn’t wake you up. Since you got home from the hospital, all you had been doing is running around the house, making sure your kids and your party guests had everything they needed… despite the fact that the party was for you. “She’ll go afta (Y/N) now tha’ she’s not pregnant an’ I can’t ‘ave tha’.” The members of SAMCRO nodded as they smoked cigarettes, all watching the tail lights of the cop car drive away.

“Want me to handle it, Prez?” Happy asked as he leaned on the rail and stared at vanishing tail lights.

“We can’t take out another cop.” Tig said quietly as he looked over at the front door to make sure none of the kids were awake. “Not since that DA bitch knows Juice was responsible for the last one.”

“(Y/N) wan’s ta call tha’ DA so she can sue the county ta make a point. Let the dirty work fall ta the ‘ands a’ the inmates.”

“They’d just put her in PC.” Montez said.

“Yea but how many times have we taken care of shit in PC?” Quinn asked. Chibs sighed as his fingers moved from your hair and began absentmindedly dragging up and down your side.

“At this point, I don’ think we’ve another choice. One wrong move an I lose ev’ry thin’. We either send ‘er in or she destroys m’family.” He shook his head and very gently kissed the top of your head. You shifted the slightest bit in his arms and he paused to make sure you didn’t wake up. A smile stretched across his face as you gripped his kutte in your fist and nuzzled your cheek against his chest. It was little moments like this where he remembered just how much he truly loved you. He shook his head subtly and looked up at his club.

“And I won’ let ‘er destroy m’family. We do this smart; let m’wife go first. Hap, ye’re second option, aye?” The men all nodded as they turned to watch Jarry drive past one more time before she actually had to go to work. With a sigh, he took the last drag of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray. He put the two baby monitors onto your lap (one for Thomas and Abel’s room and one for the twins’ nursery), slid his arms under your thighs and cradled you to his chest as he stood up. “Nigh’ lads. Last one in, lock the door.”

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“Ms. Patterson?” The ADA, Tyne, looked up at you with her eye brows raised as you walked into her office with your three youngest children in a stroller. You gave her a small smile as she gestured to her assistant that you being there was OK. She stood up from her chair with a smile as she stuck out her hand across her desk.

“Ms. Telford, how are you today.” You huffed a laugh as you took a seat across from her.

“Mother of four and three of them are under two years old; I’m tired.” She laughed with you as she closed the file on her desk and nodded.

“I do not miss those days.” She folded her hands on her desk and looked at you expectantly. “So what can I help you with?” You grabbed the file of information and photos you had against Althea from your diaper bag with a smile and handed it over to the ADA.

“I want to file a lawsuit against Althea Jarry for harassment, false imprisonment and stalking. I also want to file a restraining order against her for myself, my children and my husband.” Tyne looked at you, curiously as she pulled out the stack of papers and photos.

“I wasn’t aware that you two officially got married.” You rolled your eyes as she flipped through the time stamped photos of Althea parked outside your house for the past couple weeks.

“Despite the fact that I legally changed my name six years ago, we didn’t and we never will officially be married since he’s still technically married. But after 10 years of standing by his side no matter what, I think I have to right to call him my husband, don’t you?” She nodded slowly as she picked up the court documents from Chibs’ most recent arrest.

“I think I would agree with you there.” She glanced through the paperwork with a sigh and shook her head. “This can all be considered circumstantial, Ms. Telford. I can issue a restraining order but…”

“You feel like going for a drive?” You interrupted with a tight lipped smile and a nod. “I feel like going for a drive. Best way for me to prove a point, after all.” Her eyebrows cocked as you simply stood up and pushed the chair you were in closer to the desk. You smiled at her and nodded.

“Yea, I’m 100% positive that she followed me here. I watched her the whole way here. I know she knows I’m here to talk about her so when I leave, I know I will be pulled over for no reason and arrested since I’m not pregnant any more. I have Lyla on stand by a few blocks up the road to pick up my car and my kids.

So, my three week old twins, my two year old nephew and my five year old nephew, who just started calling me ‘mommy’, will have to go a week with ANOTHER parent that is disappearing for no reason. And I will have an even stronger case against you for deliberately not doing anything to stop this injustice from happening.” She nodded as she grabbed a tape recorder from her desk drawer and her purse.

“Lead the way.” You smiled at her as you backed your stroller out of her office.

“Thank you for your time.” As the two of you headed out her office, she told her assistant to grab a video camera and follow her. The three of you rode the elevator down to the garage in silence as you made faces at Thomas, who was sitting right in front of you. He giggled contently as he waved his stuffed elephant at you.

“He looks so much like his father.” Tyne said softly as the elevator doors opened in the parking garage. You nodded as you stood up straight.

“He looks more like my sister.” You led the two women to your SUV. They helped you get the three kids in the car and Tyne opted to sit in the back so Althea wouldn’t see her because of your tinted windows. She traded her assistant, Marie, the tape recorder for the video camera.

“So just drive like you normally would.” Ms. Patterson said as you got in the car beside Marie. You nodded and buckled your seatbelt as Tyne did her little introduction for the two recordings. You could see Althea waiting for you down the block as you pulled out of the parking garage and you barely made it three blocks away to right where Lyla was waiting before the red and blue lights started to reflect in your mirrors.

“Driver, please exit the vehicle with your hands in the air.” You huffed as you glanced in the mirror at Tyne.

“Three blocks. I made it all of three blocks. Can you do something about this, now?” She nodded as Althea called out for you to get out once more.

“Stay in the car, (Y/N).” Tyne said as she stood up awkwardly and walked between the two seats.

“Driver, last warning. Step out of the… shit.” You glanced out the side view mirror with a laugh as Tyne headed back to the cop car. You rolled down the window and grabbed your cell phone to record the confrontation.

“I want you, in my office, now.” Althea took a step back and shook her head as she pointed to your car.

“She… s-s-she…” You snorted a laugh as Lyla came over to get your kids. The two of you looked at each other and burst out laughing as the ADA began reaming the Lieutenant out.

“Serves her right.” Lyla said as she leaned against your car to watch with you. You nodded as Althea ripped off her badge and slammed it into Tyne’s hand. You and your best friend laughed even harder as the badge was passed over to Candy, who put Althea into cuffs and escorted her to the back of the squad car. Tyne came over with a smirk.

“You’re free to go, Ms. Telford. I’ll have that restraining order drawn up and sent to you but I don’t think you’ll need it where she’s going. I will need you and your husband to testify.” You gave her a small nod as you stuck out your hand and shook hers.

“Just let us know when. We have a whole list of witnesses available. Thank you, for all your help.” She gave you a small nod and walked away while telling Marie to get her a car. You glanced over at Lyla with a smile. “Go celebrate at Red Woody?” She nodded as you saved the video to show Chibs and the boys.

“I think it may be the first party SAMCRO throws where we are on the right side of the law the whole time.” You laughed as she headed back to her car. You took one last glance back at Althea in the back of the cop car and laughed to yourself. You pulled back into traffic and looked up at Thomas, who was in the far back seat.

“Looks like mommy wins again!” You both cheered as you headed toward the Stockton ports with a victorious smile on your face.