#ch: crazy jane

[bethanydelleman]

Northanger Abbey Readthrough Ch 30

Despite having ten whole children, Mrs. Morland notices that Catherine is acting oddly and is concerned about it. She waits a few days before talking to Catherine, which honestly sounds very wise, kudos to her. Then she gets it into her head that the high life at Northanger Abbey has ruined Catherine for home. She's wrong of course, but she is trying her best. How often do parents understand their kids anyway?

I think Jane Austen gets a kick out of bringing in a hero, unlooked for, mid paragraph. It happens here with Henry Tilney, who shows up during Mrs. Morland's search for an essay, it happens with Mr. Darcy turning from the stables at Pemberley, and with Captain Wentworth's arrival in Bath!

I just love this so much:

He was not ill-inclined to obey this request, for, though his heart was greatly relieved by such unlooked-for mildness, it was not just at that moment in his power to say anything to the purpose. Returning in silence to his seat, therefore, he remained for some minutes most civilly answering all Mrs. Morland’s common remarks about the weather and roads. Catherine meanwhile—the anxious, agitated, happy, feverish Catherine—said not a word; but her glowing cheek and brightened eye made her mother trust that this good-natured visit would at least set her heart at ease for a time, and gladly therefore did she lay aside the first volume of The Mirror for a future hour.

Henry can't talk, Catherine is just sitting there all heart eyes. It's so cute! It's so real! I love it so much. I can't even.

Mrs. Morland runs out of things to talk about and Henry finally lightbulb-moments his way into a walk to the Allens. Which Sarah ALMOST RUINS! Thank you, Sarah. Oblivious younger siblings remain a timeless problem. But Mrs. Morland luckily catches on and sends them on their little solitary walk. Mrs. Morland's "silencing nod" seems to be much more effective than Mrs. Bennet's winks at Kitty, by the way.

Such a short proposal description, but it's so lovely:

Some explanation on his father’s account he had to give; but his first purpose was to explain himself, and before they reached Mr. Allen’s grounds he had done it so well that Catherine did not think it could ever be repeated too often. She was assured of his affection; and that heart in return was solicited, which, perhaps, they pretty equally knew was already entirely his own

Now, a lot of people hate this:

I must confess that his affection originated in nothing better than gratitude, or, in other words, that a persuasion of her partiality for him had been the only cause of giving her a serious thought. It is a new circumstance in romance, I acknowledge, and dreadfully derogatory of an heroine’s dignity; but if it be as new in common life, the credit of a wild imagination will at least be all my own.

I have already talked about why a girl liking a boy first is bad (stupid notions of female modesty basically), but I don't understand why people dislike this so much. Yes, it wasn't love at first sight, but there is nothing wrong with liking someone because they like you first! That is literally what happened with Elizabeth Bennet! And it's not like that is the only reason Henry proposed, he realized that she is awesome! It was the regard for him that made him take notice, but that isn't why he defied his father, rode over, and proposed.

I love this, what did the Allens think of them? A very short visit to Mrs. Allen, in which Henry talked at random, without sense or connection, and Catherine, wrapt in the contemplation of her own unutterable happiness, scarcely opened her lips, dismissed them to the ecstasies of another tête-à-tête

Am I saying I love too many things? I WILL KEEP LOVING THINGS! This book is the best! I love it with my whole heart.

Here is a nice rendering of Henry's conversation with his father if you like fan fiction:

In Just Defiance

Now the crazy thing is how important John Thorpe was to the plot. His bragging about Catherine's wealth is the whole reason that Catherine was able to visit the abbey and probably secured her relationship with Henry Tilney, Thorpe's second interference has her sent home in disgrace, the catalyst for Henry's proposal. I don't even know if Henry and Catherine would have got together if it wasn't for that stupid idiot Thorpe! What a weird story!

I love John's lies though, exaggerating wealth and then poverty:

The expectations of his friend Morland, therefore, from the first overrated, had ever since his introduction to Isabella been gradually increasing; and by merely adding twice as much for the grandeur of the moment, by doubling what he chose to think the amount of Mr. Morland’s preferment, trebling his private fortune, bestowing a rich aunt, and sinking half the children, he was able to represent the whole family to the general in a most respectable light.

and then

They were, in fact, a necessitous family; numerous, too, almost beyond example; by no means respected in their own neighbourhood, as he had lately had particular opportunities of discovering; aiming at a style of life which their fortune could not warrant; seeking to better themselves by wealthy connections; a forward, bragging, scheming race. The terrified general pronounced the name of Allen with an inquiring look; and here too Thorpe had learnt his error. The Allens, he believed, had lived near them too long, and he knew the young man on whom the Fullerton estate must devolve.

"lived near them too long" is a great way to describe neighbours who have grown tired of each other.

It says that John is, "spurning a friendship which could be no longer serviceable" which makes me think that he actually ended things with James, not the other way around. Come on, James!

I love Catherine's ultimate conclusion about General Tilney, because I'm totally with her! He's the worst:

Catherine, at any rate, heard enough to feel that in suspecting General Tilney of either murdering or shutting up his wife, she had scarcely sinned against his character, or magnified his cruelty.

Oh the romance of it all, and the first time Henry defies his father:

The general, accustomed on every ordinary occasion to give the law in his family, prepared for no reluctance but of feeling, no opposing desire that should dare to clothe itself in words, could ill brook the opposition of his son, steady as the sanction of reason and the dictate of conscience could make it. But, in such a cause, his anger, though it must shock, could not intimidate Henry, who was sustained in his purpose by a conviction of its justice. He felt himself bound as much in honour as in affection to Miss Morland, and believing that heart to be his own which he had been directed to gain, no unworthy retraction of a tacit consent, no reversing decree of unjustifiable anger, could shake his fidelity, or influence the resolutions it prompted.

I do think it's a sign of Henry's growth that he finally defies his father, but I also get the feeling he's just never had any reason to go against him. It's my impression that he mostly maintained a civil relationship with his father so he could keep visiting Eleanor. Catherine is just the first thing to be important enough for him to fight back. *heart eyes*

IT'S ROMANTIC YOU HATERS!

#almost there! #northanger abbey readthrough #northanger abbey #so much work!

[kayssweetdreams]

A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 21

Meanwhile, Back on the Island...

The kids looked on in horror at Kaylo's change. "OK. This has Crazy Madame Prim WRITTEN ALL OVER IT." Leo yelled, making wild gestures at the girl. "Now Leo, it's improper to shout after all. Especially for a young gentleman." Kaylo said in a scarily calm voice. "But-I-HOW?!" Emma asked, horror in her voice. "I don't know. But we have to get help." Lora said. Unfortunately, they were surrounded by Ka Lā's security.

"You ain't going nowhere missy." One of them said, just as the kids all felt jabs at their necks. The last thing that Lora saw was Ka Lā holding one finger underneath Kaylo's chin. When the kids woke up again, they found themselves inside of what appeared to be a cold, metal, cell. Scrambling to their feet, Leo immediately ran to the door "HEY!! LET US OUT!!" He yelled, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Not a chance boy. You ruined everything last time, I won't let you do it again." Ka Lā said from the other side, glaring daggers into the kids. "Prim! But how?! And where's the real Ka Lā!" Mei yelled, shocked at how the same woman that was arrested on live TV was in front of them. "That stupid tropical harlot is currently taking my place in my little padded cell." Prim sneered, her eyes cutting at Mei.

"What did you do to Kaylo?! I know that we destroyed your purifier!" Rebecca asked, remembering how the Yuri, Kaylo, Dolly and her friends destroyed the Purifier back at the old school. "Oh yes. I haven't forgotten how you completely corrupted my daughter, and destroyed everything at my school. But luckily a...acquaintance of mine has decided to help me get back what I lost. Starting with returning my daughter to her former glory. And reversing the corruption in my former "students"". Prim explained.

It didn't take Trisha Jane long to figure out what Prim was going to do. "Don't you dare hurt Dolly! Or our friends!" She shouts. However, Prim just smiles "Oh don't worry Tracey Jones. You'll be joining them in the ranks of perfection too. Once Thea performs to the world and my acquaintance drops a special "gift" on your little town, Sweet little Timeville will finally become PERFECT! PERFECTVILLE!! Hmm...Has a nice ring to it." She said, an unhinged smile upon her face, making the group shrink back in horror.

However, her 'happy' mood was spoiled by another employee, who looked like he had been beat by a shoe scurried into the room "It's Thea! She won't go on! Unless you undo what happened with her daughter-" Prim glared at him "Thea WILL go on stage. One way or another. Her daughter is not getting in my way this time. I don't care if you have to drag her kicking and screaming. She. Will. Perform." Prim growled, scaring the employee. "HA! Good luck with that! Thea loves Kaylo, she won't sing a single note without you undoing what you did!" Mei shouted.

Prim glared back at the kids "I'll deal with you little delinquents later. Right now I have a imperfect diva of a singer to control." She seethed, stomping out of the room. The kids paled. Prim wasn't holding back this time. She. Wanted. PAYBACK. They knew that Prim's Purifier had a way to reverse the effects...but they didn't know how to reverse what Prim had done to Kaylo now. Especially since they had no idea WHAT it was she did this time. However. Before they could deal with anything, they had to escape first.

"There has to be someway out of here." Emma said, leaning against a wall. "Well...unless you have like a backup key or a way to pry the door open, I have a feeling that we're not going anywhere for a while." Lora said, looking out the window of their cell, hoping to see anything they were missing. "I wouldn't bother. I tried everything already." An Australian voice said. "Who said that?" Mei asked out, looking as much as she could in the cell. "Over here." The voice said again.

Mei looked to her right, and saw another cell, this one holding a teen with blue hair and a pair of goggles on his head, his blue eyes almost having a faint electricity to them "Who are you?" Leo asked, surprised to see another person in there with them "G'day. The name's Jett." He said from inside of his cell. Looking a little closer, Rebecca could see that he had a strange looking cuff around his neck. "Um...Not to be rude, but why do you have a cuff on your neck?" She asked.

Jett looked down at the cuff with distain. "Oh. That. You can thank the stupid muscle men that work with that woman. They put this demon-proof collar on me to keep me in here." He said. That got the kids attention. "Wait...did you just say Demon-Proof?" Rebecca asked. "Yep." Jett said simply, popping his P. "W-Why would you need a demon-proof collar?" Leo asked, his voice shaky. Jett looked them dead in the eyes.

"Because I'm a demon."

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker

Jett belongs to @jettthespeeddemon

#Balan Wonderworld #Leo Craig #Emma Cole

[colormetheworld]

Does Tricks have a back story that I missed?

I saw your update, and because I love your works, I hurried over to AO3 to check out the story. I read all the parts of the story, but I still feel like I started in the middle?

In one of the chapters, it’s mentioned that Maura pulled a knife on Jane when they first met and I have looked through your stories and I can’t find any prequel. It’s driving me crazy. Please help?!

And thank you so much for continuing to write for this fandom and keeping it alive. Your untitled story is one of my all time favourite works of fanfiction and I have read it multiple times over the years.

The original two stories are on FF. The story is called “Treats”

[astarsol]

ch. 6 - call me keiji

    "mr. akaashi, ms. y/n, it's such an honor to meet both of you and it's great to have the two of you hosting your meet and greet here. as requested, the bookstore is totally yours for the next hour until it begins. feel free to browse, buy, whatever you'd like to during your time here. and if you have any questions, i'll be at the front desk," the manager of the shop holds out her hand, shaking the two of yours. 

  you give the owner a warm smile, your eyes already looking around the store, "thanks for having us. i will probably buy one or two books from you guys! now, akaashi, i have to show you some of my favorite series."

  with a grab of his hand, you pull him towards the romance novels. whether old or young, you couldn't help but read a good romance novel to gain inspiration, ideas. when you reach their romance section you already become overwhelmed. it's filled with nearly all of the classics. 

  pamela: virtue rewarded, arguably one of the first novels ever written (and arguably an awful one at that), pride and prejudice, jane eyre, romeo and juliet, and anna karenina. all classics, all novels you could never live up to. but you can't help and indulge in just how beautifully written most of them are.

  "oh look at what i've found," akaashi pulls your attention away from all of the novels you love, moving you until you see all of yours sitting on a shelf.

  sitting there are your own novels in different languages, mainly italian and english. they're highlighted with a little description of each book. and sure you've seen your own novels in bookstores but for some reason it's different. "this is absolutely crazy," you cross your arms in front of your chest, your sitting open. 

  "you know it'll be your name on the front soon, have your own book," you look over to your editor, his eyes rolling as you nudge his shoulder. 

  akaashi looks back at you, shrugging, "sure. i'm sure it'll reach the heights that your novels do. i mean the amount of people waiting for your current one is absurd. and not in bad way, it's just crazy that so many people are urging for another book."

  you nod, completely understanding what he means by that. that it'll never be a feeling you'll be able to get over. and maybe that's why you've become so tuned to him. you're just so similar and so different at the same time that it's easy to talk to each other. 

  "they will for yours too, akaashi-" you grab your book, your finger running along the edge of it as a pleased smile overtakes the previous pain of never believing you'll make it. 

  "call me keiji, i think we've known each other for long enough. if you want to of course," akaashi looks over at you, his hair falling forward slightly, his hands squirming awkwardly at his side.

  you turn to look at him as well, his eyes glistening. a pinkish hue somehow overtakes his face, replacing his paler complexion. "alright... keiji, and you can of course call me y/n. i know i've always been pretty loose about it due to other cultures' impact on how people refer to me. but it means a lot, really, keiji."

  "you don't have to say it constantly though-"

  "keiji, it actually is a very nice name. keiji, keiji, keiji."

  "i'm revoking your ability to say my first name, this is awful," keiji shakes his head, his hands coming up and covering his eyes. 

  you set down your book, grabbing his shoulder with one of your hands. "alright, alright, i'm sorry. why don't you show me your favorite book during our time here. maybe whatever interests you will help me finish my novel."

  keiji uncovers his eyes looking over at you, his head tilts as he thinks for a moment. then, as if he decided suddenly, he takes your hand from his shoulder and pulls you towards the sci-fi and fantasy sections. maybe you just hadn't thought of it before but you never considered him a fan of either genre. 

  "how about we sit down and i explain why they’re my favorite…” he starts ranting about the different genres and how his favorite are undoubtedly the best. and it’s in this moment that you think you could listen to him talk for forever. maybe this should be implemented into the ending… no, it’s far too cliche.

masterlist / previous

synopsis: you’re struggling to write a new book for your publishers. especially since it’s a romance novel, and you’re short on romance. what’s even worse is that your editor is terrible at communicating. so your boss sends the two of you on a ‘vacation’ of sorts. get the two of you to work out your differences and get you writing. what’ll happen to the two of you and how will your friends react through the short bursts of information you give them?

fun facts; - he ended up finding out you took that photo of him - that’s why it’s his instagram pfp - akaashi is VERY conflicted on if he wants to go or stay - the pressure is now really on and the two of you have been watching a movie every evening to calm down some - this smau ends on ch. 10, meaning we’re nearing the end…

taglist (open): @merofvenus, @existential-traveller, @kurenix, @reveusecherie, @thechaosoflonging

#amorist duos smau #amorist duos #haikyuu smau #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu x reader #keiji akaashi x fem!reader #keiji akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 14: Disagree

Carlos’ POV

I gotta say, this is probably the best party I’ve ever been to! Seriously, how many dances end with a splash fight? 

“I didn’t know you could dance!” Jane giggles as we dance to the fast tempo.

“I’m more than just a crazy dog person!” I tease. “VKs know how to dance!”

The night goes by way too fast, and soon enough the attendants start ushering everyone off the barge. Mal and Ben walk off to speak with Ben’s parents about enforcing security, and Evie goes off with Doug. Jane says she needs to help her mom clean up, but will meet me later in the courtyard. I look around for Magica, but am unsuccessful. Where did she go? I thought she’d be happy about Ben allowing more VKs into Auradon.

“Dude? Where are you?” I search for the troublesome canine and find him trotting down a dirt path. “Where were you?”

“I followed Binx,” he says nonchalantly. “Magica was having a moment.”

My thoughts fly. “Magica? Where is she? Is she ok?”

He scoffs and perches next to my feet. “As if you’d even notice, loverboy.”

I frown and tilt my head. “What do you mean?”

He shakes his head. “Ugh, never mind. If you wanna find her, she’s in the school garden.”

Magica’s POV

“And you’re sure you want this?��� Binx asks.

After I retrieve the Sanderson’s binding book from its hiding place I decide to walk through the gardens for one final goodbye.

“Yes. I’m positive.”

“But that means-”

“That I’ll officially be an outcast? I know, Binx.”

What he’s talking about is my plan to leave my final mark on Auradon Prep. I’ve let my flames spread over the hedges and singed the words ‘never forget’ as my message. I’ll never forget what they did to me, so they best not forget who I am. Sandersons have a way of holding a grudge.

“I’m guessing you’re going back into hiding?”

A new voice startles me and I spin around ready to spell the intruder-

“Carlos?” I blink in response to his appearance. “What are you- How did you know I was here?”

“I told him!” Dude speaks up.

By now Carlos has seen my message on the hedge. “What’s that?”

Lingering emotions beg me to apologize and forget the whole thing, but that part of me is dying. I’m sick and tired of pretending everything is fine!

“You saw how everyone reacted at Cotillion. They still see me as a wicked Sanderson witch. Why live among them and bother trying to shift their stubborn minds when I can be myself where no one’s watching?”

Carlos’ face falls and he gets defensive. “Magica, if you’d just stop running away from your problems then you could show people you’re not evil!”

My anger spikes and I flick sparks at his feet, causing him to jump. “Do not lecture me about hiding my feelings, De Vil!” 

He gasps. “But I’m your friend! And I can’t allow you to burn the garden!”

I snicker. “That’s pretty sad coming from you.”

“Says the witch who nearly just set the garden on fire!” He gets agitated and starts gesturing to the hedges. “We do harmless pranks. This is an act of anarchy!”

I knew it. If I act sad and distant, people see it as pitiful. Once I change to be angry and disagreeing then they try to control me again.

“I’m going away, Carlos.” I bring a hand to his cheek and he flinches away, but I remain calm. “Don’t try to find me. Tell Mal that if she needs me, I’ll find her. But unless Auradon is willing to look past its stubborn and selfish ways then they should keep their corrupt business out of mine.”

“Seems to me like you’re just as stubborn and selfish,” Carlos murmurs. “What happened to the kind white witch who helped everyone?”

My attempts at a peaceful parting wither away and I see there’s no changing his mind. I give a heavy sigh and walk off to the garden’s exit.

“She’s gone. Replaced by someone wiser, and more aware of what kind of a world we live in. I’m sorry Carlos, but I’ve exhausted my efforts of trying to be someone I’m not for far too long.” I look back one last time, almost crushed when I see the disappointment in his eyes. “I wish you only the best, Carlos. Maybe someday our paths will cross again under different circumstances.”

Binx jumps up onto my shoulder. With one final flash of purple flames, I use my new-found transportation magic and we vanish.

I’m no longer doing this for you. It’s time to forget being perfect and finally put my own interests at heart.

#descendants carlos #carlos descendants #carlos de vil x reader #carlos de vil #mal descendants #evie descendants #jay descendants #ben descendants #doug descendants #jane descendants #audrey descendants #uma descendants #harry hook descendants #gil descendants #binx hocus pocus #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #mary sanderson

[tuiyla]

So I found someone who counted how much screentime each Glee character had during season 1A and season 4, please take a look: cometsweepandleonidsfly(.)tumblr(.)com/tagged/screen%20time

cometsweepandleonidsfly(.)tumblr(.)com/post/58969910312/screentime-on-glee-in-season-4 (make sure to change showthemwhat to cometsweepandleonidsfly in the episodes' links if you want to see the stats per episode)

Do you have any thoughts on these numbers?

✨Stats time!✨

Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention Anon, and thank you to @cometsweepandleonidsfly. Please read the OG posts for more info on their methodology, limitations and all that. Of course I have thoughts, all of which I will cover but first I'll do what tuiyla does best and take this dataset and turn it into something visual. Or at least try.

So to start us off, main characters' screentime in the OG 13 episodes:

I was surprised to see Will come in with over 40% of screentime and decidedly more than Finn or Rachel. Rachel "only" being third is a surprise in and of itself but the favouring of the three "pillars" is clear. The drop between Rachel and Quinn is not insignificant and it reminds me of how big the difference between singing stats often was. Quinn coming in ahead of Kurt and Puck is somewhat surprising, as is Emma and Sue being so low. But compared to a lot of the ND kids, they had significant roles in their scenes. All in all this deffo confirms my view that there was way too much Will early on and the show was too heavy on its three mains.

Season 4 is looking more evenly distributed even if there's quite the drop between Blaine and Marley. Blaine's lead might seem crazy, but he's in just over 29% of the season compared to Will's well over 40% for the first 13. We have more characters but only three more than what I counted for the previous chart so not too bad distribution wise. What's surprising is the newbies, at least the triangle being so high up and Tina and Artie lagging so far behind Sam. Rachel being in the middle is shocking, of course, but keep in mind she fully missed a few episodes and when she was in a scene chances are it focused solely on her. Kurt being after Kitty is more surprising to me, as is Santana being so far behind. Granted, she missed a lot of episodes but my heart weeps anyway. She's still far ahead of Sue and Emma and I'm once again astonished by the mark Jane Lynch and Jayma Mays leave. I wish we had the numbers for Quinn, Mercedes, Puck and Mike here but oh well.

I love that we have a Lima vs NYC stat because it really puts things into perspective:

Wow. Where's the "too much NYC crowd" now, huh. Of course, this explains why even Rachel is relatively low on the list and how the newbies had so much screentime.

What's interesting is the difference in distribution, i.e. season 4's being imo so much better. In many ways it had to be but still. I tried visualizing it via two pie charts of the percentages but they're not that obvious and so I cba to colour them properly.

Instead, I took those percentages and compared the season 1 characters with the season 4 ones. So the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and etc. characters compared would look like this:

That was a nonsensical sentence but what I mean is, red zone is OG 13 and green season 4. The closer the line is to 50% the more the two seasons are alike in how much they feature characters, and the line generally being over 50% in season 1's favour tells us that the main chs there had more screentime. Again this is partly because season 4 had a bigger cast overall; it featured characters not accounted for within the data. But I'd also argue it distributed the more or less same screentime more equally so that's why Blaine's lead isn't the same as Will's in the OG 13. By the way, ignore the names on the line google sheets just didn't let me delete the redundant labels.

Something hopefully a bit more demonstrative: I divided the OG 13 by, well, 13 and multiplied by 22 to "get a full season" from those stats (notably these are not the full season 1 numbers) and compared those minutes with the season 4 ones. This shows you the difference even better even if we only compare the top 5 characters of each season:

Again ignore the labels, they're the season 1 top 5. Will's screentime projected to 22 episodes is waaaay more than what Blaine got in season 4 and this gap really only starts to balance out once the season 1 drop happens with Quinn and Kurt. Even then, comparatively, they were better featured than their season 4 counterparts, Sam and Ryder. To be fair, I'd much rather watch Quinn and Kurt than Sam and Ryder.

And finally, what I love the most: singing stats and bubble charts! The most I could possibly bring to this conversation is adding singing into the mix and see how that compares to the characters' screentime.

See this reddit post for some background on my singing stats database. What you need to know for this is that I have a system for different types of songs not just the number of songs the given character was featured in, so I give point totals and hope it's a more accurate reflection of how much people sang. And how does that compare to their screentime? Well.

Note that this first chart is a character's OG13 screentime compared to their overall season 1 singing.

Rachel sang the most, unsurprisingly, so her and Finn singing that much more than Will while appearing less created this interesting contrast. All three are waaay ahead in screentime as this perhaps demonstrates better than previous charts, and we see that compared to her screentime Mercedes sang quite a bit. But the difference between our 1%-ers and the proletariat is clear and we see how little Kuinn's screentime mattered, in a sense. Sue and Emma are basically nonexistent on both fronts when compared to others, so much so that even Santana with her back 9 songs almost catches up to the crowd. Make of the rest of this what you will.

Since I realized while writing this that I should have probably looked at how much they sang in the OG 13, here's that chart:

Now this looks quite different and is perhaps the better chart to analyze. Finn is further behind Rachel and her lead in singing is undisputable, whereas Mercedes stays between Finn and Will with singing. Sue didn't get a song in the OG 13 and, sadly, neither did Santana so they're missing entirely. Emma is barely there with her one solo but still ahead of Kurt, who had the screentime but evidently not the songs. His sole entry is the Defying Gravity duet. Quinn had comparatively more in the first 13 and that elevates her above Puck and Tina but I still wouldn't exactly say it's proportionate to her screentime. It's quite all over the place, particularly when compared to season 4:

So season 4 follows more of a trend and what would be expected. Meening, no huuuuge outliers and less of an upper 1% feel, though Blaine is clearly "winning" in terms of both singing and screentime. Marley is second in both regards and we see a more or less clear pattern of singing and screentime collating. Tartie sing somewhat little compared to their screentime but most of it checks out as realistic. How the mighty have fallen with Will being last in terms of singing. But then, of course, we have Pezberry, the only two who I'd say are not following the established trend. Both sing more relative to their screentime than most characters, with Rachel almost being up there with Marley and yet being in the middle with her screentime. This isn't a huge shock or anything. But then we have Santana, who's well behind Will in terms of screentime and yet sings as much as Kurt and is in the same ballpark as the likes of Unique and Tina. This means Santana's time on screen in season 4 was well spent, with the likes of Girl on Fire, Nutbush, Cold Hearted and, of course, Mine. A stark difference to season 1.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

A bit baffled by the decision to include chs like Kent and Brad in the OG 13 post but not the alumni in season 4, but hey I'm not the one doing the research. I ignored non-mains for my OG 13 visualizations.

I would LOVE to see this done for the whole series but obviously it's not like it could ever be truly representative and it would take soooo much effort. I'm grateful for this glimpse at screentime distributions.

I know not all of this was super clear and detailed so please feel free to let me know if I should clarify anything. Like I told another Anon, you will be seeing more stats from me because I do love this sort of stuff and this was really fun to explore. Again much thanks that this dataset exists and I hope I could offer something new and interesting with it.

#glee asks #anon #glee singing statistics #glee screentime statistics #glee stats #this was fun to do i hope it's fun to read too #i need to put more effort into analysing bubble charts they tell SUCH a story

[stargirllshh]

Ch. 3

Angela woke up with a slight gasp, she quickly silenced herself and sat upright. Her eyes widened, and she was still breathing heavily. She’d just had the worst dream in a long time.

“You okay?” Stacy asked tiredly, causing Angela to let out a yelp, as she was unaware that Stacy was even awake.

“Jeez! You’re really on edge this morning, huh?” Stacy teased.

“Sorry…I didn’t know you were awake.” Angela sighed stressfully.

“Are you alright? What happened, bad dream or something?” Angela nodded. “Did it have anything to do with your…memories?”

Angela responded, “I think so.” Stacy nodded, wanting to know more but the longer she looked at Angela’s face she knew she wasn’t going to tell her, and she’d have to pry it out of her. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy.” She commented.

“Well. If you’re crazy, then what am I? It’s crazier to not be crazy.” Stacy spoke to lighten the mood, seeing that whatever was happening obviously bothered her. She smiled at the blonde. Angela couldn’t hold back a smile now. She quickly turned away from Stacy to hide her flushed cheeks and laid back down. “Well, are you gonna tell me about the dream or not?” Stacy laughed.

“Oh, well, I suppose…” Angela responded. She turned back towards the other girl. “I was in the same place as last time I’m sure, and I was in the room with the Rainbow, and I guess I was playing with something, like a toy. Then…there were these kids…with..I think buzz cuts...?” She questioned herself.

Stacy tilted her head in confusion but let the girl finish. “I think some of them were older, and some could do things without using their hands…like in Carrie. But it was real.” She remembered the part that scared her. “It was scary because, all the other kids were there, and then...they weren’t, like they disappeared. The wall was cracked behind, like a glass screen and covered in...vines, there was blood everywhere...I don’t know it was just the regular room, but everything was broken, like maybe a fight had happened. There was another kid there, she was bleeding from her nose and from her eyes.” Angela finished, remembering what she could from the dream. “There was like, a red... place behind the wall.”

“The kids had telekinesis? Well, that’s unrealistic, so that could make sense it was a dream. And the blood too.” Angela kind of stared at her blankly.

“It was like a memory in a dream, I felt like it really happened. Except for the blood part...that part...it felt like I wasn’t actually there when it happened but...more like a spectator, like I just watched it...but I was never there while it was happening.” She barely understood the words coming out of her mouth. She knew what she meant but she couldn’t put it into words. Angela never remembered much about her childhood from before she was around seven. She knew many people who didn’t remember much from their early childhood either, but she remembered nothing except for what she was ‘remembering’ now.

“Why are you just remembering these things now? You’ve said you never remember anything from back then.”

“I know it’s…god, something really weird is going on right now.” Angela groaned.

“I wish I could dig what you’re talking about, but what if...if you were there too, before the fight I mean, maybe you have powers too. It’d make no sense for you to be there around other powered kids, but not have powers.” Stacy commented, it felt weird saying it. They wouldn’t have been caught dead talking like that back at school. That was when Angela remembered Jane, and how she screamed and threw her arm out like that. That was weird, but now when she thought about it, it looked like she could have been trying to use her powers. If she had powers, because that's absolutely ridiculous. Then she recalled the girl in her dream.

“You know...what about Jane Byers?” Angela brought up.

Stacy looked at her in confusion. “What about her?”

“When she freaked out on the day before Spring break. She screamed and pointed her hand at me. And... come to think of it...she looks a lot like the girl in the rainbow room.

“Really?” Stacy asked slightly surprised.

She said, “Yeah, but I feel like there’s no other way to explain it. I don’t know. There’s definitely a logical explanation, we’re just talking a bunch of bullshit.” She tried convincing herself as she sat up again.

Stacy thought about what her mom had told her a few days prior about one of her classmates. She was missing. Her family was worried sick, and no one had seen her since she and her boyfriend snuck out to go to a party. “Ange, did you hear about Julia Rich?”

Angela responded with a sigh “uh...no?”— she ran her fingers through her hair. “What’s up with her?”

“She’s missing, her parents are offering a shitload of money for whoever finds her.”

Angela cocked an eyebrow and smirked “What? You wanna look for her?”

“I didn’t say that, but...we’d be getting money for it...so...” The brunette shrugged.

The girls finally decided on it. They were going to go look for Julia Rich. They hurried to shower and get ready for the day they’d be having. Angela packed one of Stacy’s old backpacks with things she thought they might need. Stacy’s mother had already left for work, which meant the girls were on their own and would have no one wondering where they were until around 8’o clock. Essentially, they had the entire day to do whatever.

They headed out of the house, Angela reminding Stacy to grab her house keys. They finally got out of the house when Stacy was struggling to lock the door and Angela swore under her breath.

Stacy questioned, "What?”

“How are we supposed to get there? Like, we don’t have a car..so…?”

“Uh…bikes I guess,” she said as Angela frowned slightly. “Oh come on! It’s not that bad, the whole ride should be mostly flat.” The brunette smiled, resulting in an uncertain look from the blonde.

Angela put on the backpack, the thoughts of how hard it’d be to ride with the density of the backpack weighing down on her shoulders, troubled her mind. Eventually they got on their bikes and began to travel to the last place Julia was seen. On the way there, Stacy told Angela the ‘story’ Julia’s boyfriend had told her parents. Angela didn’t admit that it freaked her out a little. He claimed that they were walking through the woods to the party and Julia was paranoid, her head was on a swivel the entire time until she screamed and when he turned around she wasn’t there.

What made Angela’s uneasiness worse was the fact that where they were headed wasn’t far from her neighborhood, though she still had no conception of where Stacy was taking them. She just followed along.

“So, where exactly are we going?” she asked observantly, looking around at their surroundings.

The brunette answered swiftly, “twelfth street.”

Angela chuckled. “You’re joking...twelfth street is where she went missing?” Stacy nodded as they turned a corner, leading to the woods. Stacy spent the rest of the time it took for them to get there trying to convince Angela that twelfth street wasn’t as bad as it seemed. The girls pulled up in front of the trees and got off their bikes, dropping them off by a specific tree before walking inside of the forest.

“Do you think it’ll actually rain today?” Angela spoke, in reference to the weather reporter predicting rain that weekend.

“What?” Stacy questioned, having completely forgotten about the weather and not paying enough attention to fully hear her. It was bright and sunny outside until they had walked into the woods. Angela sighed with a small groan, slightly annoyed at Stacy’s inattentiveness. “I’m sorry.” Stacy apologized seeing Angela’s reaction.

The blonde felt bad. It was just a sigh, but she wasn’t used to ever being upset with Stacy, even a little, and she didn’t plan to keep it that way. “You’re fine, I’m sorry, I just asked if you thought it’d rain today, the weatherman reported it earlier this week.”

“Oh! Yeah, I don’t know. It’s fine by the way, I should’ve been paying more attention anyway.”

“It’s okay. What were you thinking about anyway?” Angela looked around, nearly forgetting that they were looking for someone. Stacy got quiet, trying to avoid the question or at least come up with a lie. The truth was, she just wasn’t listening to her as much as she was thinking about her. She could’ve sworn she was crazy for that blonde. That blonde that was her best friend. That was it. Her best friend. Of course, Angela didn’t feel like that towards her, Stacy thought. She looked over at Angela, who was walking, looking down at the ground, wearing a Queen crewneck sweatshirt over another band shirt.

“Just...it’s crazy that Julia’s missing, you know?” She responded, without thought.

“Eh...I mean...is it really?” She smirked.

“What do you mean?” Stacy chuckled, grinning widely.

“Come on! She’s always been like, a total wastoid. I mean, she and her boyfriend just skip class to smoke and stuff. I wouldn’t put it above her to run away or something. Total bitch too.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but she’s been gone for a few days, and she left her boyfriend here.”

“Damn, all by his lonesome.” Angela responded cynically. The two shared a laugh before returning to discussing Julia. “I don’t know, if they decided to sneak through here.” She looked around again. “They must be absolutely mental.”

“Ange, these woods are not that bad!” Stacy laughed. “You’re just paranoid.”

“Do I not have a good reason to be?” Angela asked her with a slight smile. She really thought heavily about what they spoke about that morning. She had started thinking that her weird memories had been from before she was adopted. Well obviously, but it was weird because after she’d have the dreams, if she tried to remember things from before she was adopted, what she remembers is being in that ‘lab’ with the rainbow room. She wanted to tell Stacy about her thoughts, but it was hard. She didn’t want to mention her adoption and then let it bother her. It bothered her because the only time she’d talked about it with Stacy was when she first told her that she was adopted. Stacy had shown support for her, and they never spoke of it again. That had to have been around five to six years ago.

She thought about the power thing again. “Stace, what’d you mean when you said I might have powers?”

“Well, maybe the place you are is like…a place made specially for kids with powers, and if you were there, maybe you have a power too but just forgot it…you know? Like maybe after you were adopted by your parents it just…went away.” Stacy suggested. She spoke before she thought and when she finally realized what she said, her heart dropped.

“Yeah, maybe—”

“I’m sorry, Angela…I didn’t think.”

“Sorry for what?” Asked the shorter girl. She hadn’t paid attention to the part Stacy was apologizing for.

“For mentioning your…adoption.” Angela had never actually said that she didn’t like people bringing it up or talking about it, but Stacy assumed it to be a sensitive topic.

Angela looked down at the ground again and sighed. “Stacy, it’s fine…it’s not like it’s bad to talk about.”

“But I know you don’t like it, you haven’t actually said it but I can tell.” The brunette informed her. Angela didn’t even try to deny it.

“I just don’t talk about it often.”

“Does Jake know?” Asked Stacy. She focused on Angela as she waited for her response.

The blonde sighed. “No. And I will never tell him.

“Why’d you tell me then?”

“Cause’ you’re different, Stacy.”

“How’s that?” Stacy kept asking questions. She didn’t even know why. It felt like she was trying to seek out some kind of answer to a question she didn’t even ask.

Angela slightly side-eyed her. “What are you trying to make me say? You’re different cause’ we’re best friends, and I actually l—” She spoke in almost an accusing tone before cutting herself off. Cause I actually love you. Is what Angela wanted to say. But no, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything about it.”

“Stacy, I’m not mad at you, or upset with you at all. I’m sorry if I said something. It just got me thinking…about my biological parents.” Angela responded.

“Do you know them, or have you met them?”

“No. But, I could go…look for my files, I just don’t know where my mom put them, she keeps everything though.”

“Do you want to know?” Angela nodded.

“I guess.” She spoke with an uncertain tone. She wanted to know, but she felt like if she knew she’d never be the same.

Can I ask you some things, Angie?”

“Sure.”

“Did your parents tell you that you were adopted?”

“No. I was seven when they adopted me. So I knew.”

“Do you think…like I said about the powers, maybe if you have powers then your mom, well your biological mom might have them too?”

“Stacy, that’s a lot to think about and I don’t know.” Angela said through laughter.

“Wait, if you were adopted when you were seven, do you remember her?” Angela shook her head immediately after Stacy spoke. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ange.” Stacy spoke, walking closer to her.

“It’s fine, it’s doesn’t …I don’t know, it’s just fine.” Angela replied, also moving closer to Stacy. Suddenly, the woods went quiet and the birds flew away. “Woah, woah, hold on, what’s this?” Angela crouched down and pointed at something.

“It’s a pack of cigs..?” Stacy said, questioning why Angela would point out something like that.

“It’s Newport, Stace. All Julia does is smoke Newport. I bet she smoked a few on the way.” Angela said.

“Oh! You’re right, how’d you find that?” Angela shrugged.

“I just looked at the ground—” she stopped as if she heard something.

“What’s wrong?” Stacy asked worriedly as the sky darkened and thunder began to crack. Rain started dropping from the sky as she shook Angela to get her attention. “Angela!”

She turned slowly; her eyes wide like when she woke up from her dream that morning. Sticks and small branches cracked behind them. “Stacy, we need to go now!” She had the strongest feeling of dread that she’d ever had in her life. She found herself grabbing onto Stacy’s hand and pulling her back towards the bikes as the rain poured onto them.

“Angela, wait, stop!” Stacy demanded, letting herself go from Angela’s grip, as much as she didn’t want to. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“Something else is here.” She responded, looking into the trees behind the taller girl. “Here, take this.” Angela told her, taking off her sweater and handing it to Stacy so she wouldn’t get her hair wet. Stacy thanked her before branches snapped once again, and the two turned towards the sound. Angela pulled a flashlight from the backpack and clicked it on, pointing it to the sound. A screeching sound came from behind a tree before a grey, alien-like figure, walking on all fours, and didn’t have a face. It growled as it ‘looked’ into the bright flashlight.

The girls were scared stiff and had no idea what to do. “What the fuck is that?!” Angela exclaimed.

“I don’t know, but we need to get outta here! Let’s go!” Stacy told her, this time she was the one dragging Angela to leave. Angela looked behind them and saw the creature again.

“Stacy, it’s following us we need to run!” She told her, before they both let go and ran back to their bikes at full speed. They didn’t stop once they got back onto their bikes. They still had to make it back to Stacy’ house.

They were lucky the house wasn’t too far from the woods, but it had Angela scared for when shed had to go back home. Stacy struggled unlocking the door as she did to lock it earlier. They were obviously still shaken up, but they’d forgotten that they’d still have a few more hours by themselves. They mostly spoke about the situation to try and make some sense of everything, but they had to mutually decide that after what they saw, the telekinesis stuff wasn’t too far off. In the meantime, Angela had spoken about ending things with Jake the previous night and Stacy had allowed her to invite him over to do so. Of course, he was mad at her, but she knew he’d be over it in no time. It was for the best anyway.

“It was for the best anyway, were gonna be going into our sophomore year, I’ll find someone else.” Angela told Stacy after the breakup.

“Yeah. Plus...I told you he was an asshole anyway.” Angela nodded and sighed. It felt like a huge weight being lifted from her shoulder. The problem was that she had no way to hide now. Again, she tried convincing herself it’d be fine because she and Stacy were just best friends. There was no way Stacy felt that way either.

(@thatonesongyouretryingtoremember)

#stranger things #angela is jane #angela ives #fanfic #angela stranger things

[hardly-an-escape]

tagged by @valeriianz :D

You know the drill: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I just want to preface this by saying that I think I've said this but I have a real hard time titling things, mostly the idea comes first and I have to pry the title out of its cold dead fingers. so that's why this list looks like such a mess haha. usually all my WIPs are literally just "untitled xyz" until something better comes along.

Untitled Immortal Throuple

Untitled Dreamling

Halloween Birthday

'cause every Dreamlord's crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man (ch 2)

Dreamling Jane Eyre AU

shapeshifting ficlet

conversation starter

Clintasha Station Eleven AU

Something Like Falling (ch 9)

Sentimental

MFMM reunion

drabbles 2004

there are a couple of DEEP CUTS in here friends so good fucking luck... okay uhhhh I actually get real in my head about tagging people in these (even though I love being tagged in them??) ~because aanxieetyy~ but I will tag @wizardofgoodfortune and @karalynlovescake and @five-and-dimes :):)

#my writing #wip title tag game

[jedinerd27]

I flirted with the Lord of Dreams in my Dreams... Turns out he's Real: Part 1/?(Short series) Morpheus x GN! Reader

Summary:

You always had strange dreams. You could never really control them, the passage of time, nor the direction they took. So, when you end up in a library looking at stories lost to history and unfinished novels, you bump into a handsome man. A man who quite literally is a man of your dreams.

A/N: Cross posted on my AO3

Word Count 1242

Neil Gaiman please do not read or interact! You may be a huge influence and inspiration for my writing, but I am begging you to please skip over this!

Dreams, something magnificent but also something terrifying. Something that can make sense but also something that can be utter bat shit crazy and doesn’t seem to make any sense.

Your dreams often were the latter, the most chaotic. Never a concrete story line or anything. One moment you would stand in a hallway, the next you're swimming down to the bottom of an ocean. You're walking through a city, next thing you know you can fly, and when you go around the block, it’s a different street. Everything changes. nothing stays the same.

Now whether that’s your subconscious trying to tell you something about yourself, something to do with understanding, or you just had a weird mind.

You have to admit, walking down a bridge into a castle was fantastic. There was even a dragon flapping its wings on the middle spire.

“That’s amazing!” You whisper to yourself as you feel yourself continue to walk towards the castle, and after what felt like a second, you were standing in the middle of the main entrance.

Oh, how your dreams loved to mess around with the passage of time. They were making everything so trippy.

Because what should have taken minutes to walk through the halls to find a library in a massive castle, but you just walked through one set of doors, and you are transported there.

How magnificent the library was, it seems that there are endless levels and shelves of books. Glass panned windows, and an arched ceiling that seemed to have fluffy white clouds wandered through the air.

AS you walk past the books, bound in leather, paperback and hardback, you read off the names of the books.

  Sedition by Jane Austen, Love's Labor's Won, The Dark Tower by C.S. Lewis, Great Gatsby by Zelda Sayre…  

Your eyes wander about this brown mahogany bookshelf, as you look confused. You were no Library, but you did love stories. And these stories were lost, never finished, or the last one had the actual Author’s name.

“What the hell” You swore, your hand instantly reaching for the Jane Austen title.

“Pardon me Mx. but are you interested in more unpublished novels or literature?” A woman’s voice echoed behind you.

Turning your head you saw a woman in a three-piece suit, shaved head, elf ears. She peered at you with utmost politeness and a little bit of curiosity

“Um, Hi” You waved politely, but a bit nervous.

“Hello.” She smiled. “Are you interested, in such books?” She pointed out the one that lay in your hands. “We have plenty more, and stories that have never been written down.”

“Oh, I wish this was real,” You sighed. “Any chance you got the little Iliad? Oh, what about anything from the library of Alexandria? House of wisdom? God, I wonder what my mind can come up with.”

“Right this way Mx. “ The Librarian turned and started to walk down a section between the tall shelves.

AS you follow after, the architecture changes. A more modern library and then as you pass another shelf it has Egyptian pillars with hieroglyphs, with scrolls in the shelves and flickering flames of lamps.

“Alexandrian Literature would be in here, and a few other books will be down the hallway. If you are looking for anything else just ask for me. My name is Lucienne, I am the librarian of the Library of the dreaming.”

“Library of the Dreaming? Wow, what did i eat to Dream of this, hah. Thank you so much!” You cheer smiling before you extend a hand, which Lucienne shakes. She watches as you run off and instantly reach for a scroll. As you unravel the  scrolls, watching as the hairy Greek letters change and shift into something you could actually read.  

“Lucienne?” A voice rings out. Turning your head you watch as a man in all black enter the room, as Lucien was organizing a shelf.

“Right here, my lord. Just helping another Dreamer” She walked over to him, having two books in her arm.

“A dreamer?” The man turned towards you. An unreadable expression upon his face. You wave awkwardly before you go back to reading the scroll.

  The sound of your voice is sweet

  Full like the taste of date wine

  And I, a drunken girl in a tangle of flowers

  Live only captive to hear

A love poem, how quaint. It was cute and sweet.

‘Oh, that one was not lost '' Lucienne said as she noted the scroll in your hand.

“Lost?” The man asked as you rolled it back up.

“I can put it back, right? I don’t want to mess up the organization.” You noted.

“Yes, you can just place it back there. What do you need Lord Morpheus.”

“You're looking at lost literature ?” HE asked me to take a few steps over.

“Uh, yes. I mean, however, my mind wants to create it in my mind.” Your laugh. You had to admit this was the first time in your dreams that a handsome man that was your type had appeared. Yes, wet cat emo-looking man was a type you appreciated.

“Hmm. Interesting.” His eyes scanned over you, and you felt heat blossom upon your cheeks. “Do you enjoy books?”

“Stories, but books fall under that category.” You smile, as you look fondly at the shelves, peering backward you look back and see the bookshelves you passed. “Always wanted a library for me, guess that's why my dreams are trying to tell me.

“What are your dreams trying to tell you?” He chuckled at your admissions. He leans a bit forward with dark eyes that seem to drink in every inch of you.

“I don’t know. Some physiological bullshit? Recreate the type of guy that I am into?” You confess, not using a filter you would have when awake.

The man in front of you seems taken aback, as he flinches away, with wide eyes, taut lips and creased brows.

“What?” You at first though he sounded offended, but the look upon his face was more of shock.

“Thank you brilliant mind of mine” You sigh fondly.

“This dream is over” The man, Morpheus, raised his voice as he raises a hand, swiping the air like a cat.

Next thing you know, you are in your bed.  The room is dark, but you can hear the busy city streets outside. You can here the familiar noise of a local drunk singing at the top of his lungs.

“Back to real life then” You mutter to yourself, wrapping your arms around your front as a way to comfort yourself, but you clutched something in your hand.

A scroll.

The Scroll from your dream.

In the palm of your hand.

“What the actual-”

“WOOF!” came from your closed bedroom door. “WOOOF!”

Your eyes swipe back and forth, between the scroll and your bedroom door.

“Damn it, Achilles” You muttered as you pushed yourself off the bed and palace the scroll upon a night table. Exhaustion washing over you. As you open the door, your golden retriever rushes in and basically throws himself onto your bed. "C'mon boy, not tonight.”

Your dog lets lets out a pleading whimper, tilting his head at you. As you let out a deep breath, your realized your dog has won.

You lay down in your bed as Achilles lays over your stomach and you try to sleep.

You don't dream for the rest of the night.

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[kayedium-writes]

Last Line Tag/Heads Up 7 Up!

I was tagged by @oceangirl24 for a last line, and @late-to-the-fandom tagged me a couple days ago for Heads Up 7 Up that I can't remember if I did - so I'm gonna do them both now haha

Tagging: @mrsmungus @mikaharuka @justadmiringanakin @tsunderewatermelon @alonelyturtle @alpaca-clouds + open tag for whoever would like to share something!

I've been bouncing between projects like crazy, so I'm going to drop 1-2 lines from several things just to switch it up!

From ch. 22 of Friends of the Bride & Groom:

Padmé laughed, shoving him away before he gave her one more reason to not get up. “We are not using our babies that everyone doesn’t even know about as an excuse just because we suddenly can’t keep our hands off each other. Now, go. You first so I can have my coffee without you breathing down my neck.”

From A Series of Firsts (an unposted Anidala fic):

He’d gone from her kindergarten friend to someone that made her heart speed up and her mouth go dry. And she didn’t have any idea how to stop it.

From a Fluffbruary prompt fic Drabble for Steggy:

“Care for a dance?”

From Meet Me in Colorado (my ScarVis fic that finally got a title!):

“And where are you from?”  “Southern California,” he said with an affirming nod. “Naturally.” She stared at him for a beat before his resolve cracked into a smile and she found herself laughing alongside him. 

And, from an untitled Bruce/Jane fic in my draft folder:

“Would you get it together?” Tony asked, leaning on the other side of the bar. “You spend every day in that lab together. What’s a single night? Have a drink. Relax.”

#heads up 7 up #last line tag #open tag #fanfic snippets

[bethanydelleman]

Let me take a crazy perspective and have some sympathy for Lady Catherine.

Back in Ch. 30, we hear that, "though this great lady was not in the commission of the peace of the county, she was a most active magistrate in her own parish." This is a sad joke, because as much as (we assume), Lady Catherine owns Rosings and is one of the most powerful women in Jane Austen's works, she has no real power. She controls a vast estate, but as a woman, she cannot be the magistrate.

She wants to be revered, but she has failed as a woman, wife, and mother in the eyes of the world. Lady Catherine has produced only one frail daughter, no male heir, no second son to take the living at Hunsford (lucky Mr. Collins). She tries to control everything in her sphere but she can't control her nephew, she can't force him to marry sickly Anne.

Lady Catherine's life, from this perspective, is kind of tragic. She has achieved nearly the highest status a woman can, but she's almost completely impotent. Her careful plans for life are completely falling apart and she lashes out. It's nasty, but it's not beyond compassion. Even a wealthy woman cannot determine her own fate.

#pride and prejudice #lady catherine de bourgh #I am told I sympathize a bit too much with the negative characters #that's fine #I don't think Lady Catherine is a monster #she's just a person who has never been told no for way too long #she has her whole life planned out #and it's not working #she's gotten a little irate

[kayssweetdreams]

A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 38

Moments Later, The Inhabitants (who had all been giventge pill again.), Wonder Stars, Thea, and Jett stood in Prim's office, their arms restrained. "So. You thought that you could escape could you." She sneered, making Thea's blood boil. "Says the woman who drugged an entire island!" Jett yelled. Prim rolled her eyes. "Oh what's a few broken eggs on your way to perfection!" She said, as if she were a saint.

Leo rolled his eyes "Oh yeah. Sure. You might as well throw in a dash of 'Crazy Woman' while you're at it." He said, his words OOZING with sarcasm. Prim glared at him "I should have drugged your foul little mouth when I had the chance." She said, making the boy shrink back in fear. Lora struggled against her restaints "Leave him out of this!" She growled "Hush! It's improper for a girl to speak out of turn" Prim threatened, as if she was scolding a 3 year old child.

The former headmistress then took a deep breath. "Oh well. On the bright side, You'll get to see Thea as she finally performs the awaited stunt. And this time...You'll ALL be perfect." She said, insanity in her voice. Everyone in the room that hadn't been drugged paled in terror. It was the end of the week...it was time for Thea to sing.

And this time, she COULDN'T run from it.

"Put them in holding cells and make sure that THIS time. Our dearest guests don't escape again." Prim commanded, dismissively waving a hand at them. The group struggled as they were pulled out of the room, getting one last angry glare at the woman before they were forced down the halls. Prim waited to hear the sounds of stomping fade into nothing. Prim narrowed her eyes before she checked back in on her 'Daughters'.

Luckily they haven't been exposed to anything yet other than the pill and Thea's singing. She'd have to keep them as far away from the accidentally discovered cure as possible. Even if that meant abandoning the entire island once this worked.

Later, At the Pools...

Thea grimaced as she made her way on stage. This was it...once her voice rang out, there was nothing she could do...but she was now stuck doing this against her will. Her heart sank when she saw her drugged up friends and family. The original staff from when Ka Lā was originally in charge were also dazed out in the many tables that sat in front of the stage.

The poor woman also gave a silent glare when she heard Prim impersonating her friend once more, saying how she was 'Ready to open the PERFECT' Getaway for all of the lucky souls out there, that deserved a PERFECT vacation. But a single tear dropped from her eye as she saw Yuri, Dolly and Kaylo, sitting properly at a table in center of the crowd, their faces devoid of any emotion whatsoever.

Oh what she wouldn't GIVE to just call the whole thing off and hold her daughter in her arms once more. But the guards that were stationed to watch her made any chance of that impossible. "It's time Mrs Bruno. Knock them Dead." A guard said, almost mocking her situation. After ever so subtly Flipping off a guard, she made her way up to the stage, the blinding spotlights waiting for her voice to wipe the slate clean...for everyone...

She really hoped this worked...

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Jett belongs to @jettthespeeddemon

Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker

#Balan Wonderworld

[patrineptn]

Far From Home

Summary: Kagome is never too far from trouble, it seems. After moving to America to start over, she ends up in Hawkins just as strange things start to happen. Fandom: Inuyasha x Stranger Things (Ch 4) Crossover

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Chapter 05

Max got antsy as the time passed. She avoided everyone and kept to herself, only glancing through the window as Steve drove. Kagome, Eddie and Lucas tried to give her space, even if it meant being squeezed on the other side of the backseat. Being smaller, Kagome ended up sitting on her side, with her legs crossed over Eddie's knee. He kept a hand on her waist for stability and to avoid pressing her back against the handle. When Steve stopped by the cemetery, Kagome released a breath - her hips were starting to cramp and her back had seen better days.

Kagome didn't look around much. Graveyards always housed spirits that needed guidance or that were still tied to the living world and wanted to share some words with anyone capable of noticing their presence. She wouldn't be able to help them at the moment. They also held a heavy grievance atmosphere that dampened her mood. Westerns had a different way of dealing with death and she was still getting used to it.

From a distance, Kagome worried about Max. Her aura was turning sour. Dustin told her the short version of what happened in the previous summer - about Max’s step-brother’s death saving her and Eleven, and how it caused her mother’s divorce and made Max much quieter and withdrawn. Dustin also disclosed to Kagome and Eddie the events around Eleven's arrival and Will’s abduction, which included Barbie, Nancy's best friend; the Demogorgon, Demodogs, and the Mind Flayer; then finally about the loss of Bob and Hopper. All of it left a tear in the group as Joyce moved away with Jonathan, Will and Eleven/Jane to try starting over somewhere else.

Kagome’s heart grew heavy. These kids were so young and fought for their lives and their friends' safety not only against monsters but also against the government and people with selfish and evil intentions. It gave her a sense of proudness for their courage at the same time it felt wrong for them to be in such danger. She wondered if that’s how her mother felt every time she came back from the past having to replenish her first-aid kit and covered in cuts and bruises. She tried hiding the worst injuries but her mother always knew. Ms Higurashi would often reassure Kagome how proud she was of her daughter, but deep inside she probably hoped it would end soon.

“You’re quiet,” said Kagome to Eddie. "What's bugging you?"

“It all happened right under my nose, under everyone’s nose. If I hadn’t seen Chrissy… breaking like a straw doll, I’d think you’re shitting me.”

“No wonder no one mentions it, duh,” mocked Steve. “It’s so crazy that I still cannot believe some things I’ve seen. And I was there!”

“Without your friend, Eleven, do you think we have any chance against Vecna?”

“Probably not, but I’m not going without a fight.”

“And we have Kagome now!” said Dustin. Kagome felt Eddie shift and stand closer to her. “Vecna cannot enter her mind. If her powers work against him as they did with demons, he will regret ever coming back to Hawkins.”

“GUYS!” Lucas screamed, “MAX ISN’T ANSWERING!”

Kagome, Eddie, Steve and Dustin ran to Billy Hargrove’s grave. Max’s eyes were wide and her blue irises turned white as she looked at nothing. Her face twitched but there was no indication she heard them. Lucas and Steve squeezed her shoulders and yelled her name. There was no response other than the tremors over her body. Lucas looked at Kagome, pleading with her to do something. Kagome already had Max’s hand between hers.

“It’s different this time. I can’t find Max, as if she's out of my reach. I think Vecna isn’t letting me get in.” 

Kagome pushed more of her power into Max. Her hand stung as small cuts appeared, feeling as if she was clutching barbed wire. Sweat rolled down her face as her breathing became ragged.

The screams stopped. Everything near Kagome was frozen, including her own body which was still kneeling by Max. She tried touching herself, but her hand passed through her head - not even a strand of hair moved. Kagome looked around, but no matter the direction, it was all covered in a dense fog.

Kagome walked away from the unmoving group, following her instincts rather than any logical sense. Her surroundings changed colors. She kept her march, not seeing an inch in front of her until the smoke dissipated. She found herself inside a house. 

The wooden floor, dated furniture and floral wallpaper gave the place a vintage air. She stood in a corridor, with a staircase on one side and an archway on the other side. The only source of light came from a door in front of her. Kagome tried turning the knob but it was locked. The stained glass of the door didn’t let her see through it but sounds of steps came from outside. Vecna’s voice filled the room, taunting Max. Kagome punched the door and yelled the girl’s name.

“You cannot save Maxine.” Kagome gasped. The door opened to Vecna’s gruesome face looking directly at her. The door closed again. “Who are you, Kagome Higurashi?”

Kagome put some distance between them, never losing him from her sight. “Why are you killing these people? What are you trying to achieve?”

“You’re not like us.” His head bent to the side. “Yet I cannot enter your mind.”

‘Us?’

Vecna’s figure vanished as Steve, Dustin and Lucas’ voices came calling for Max along with the melodious singing of Kate Bush. Meanwhile, Eddie’s voice entered her ear. Kagome inhaled. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the cemetery, with Max dropping by her side right after. The group rushed to check on Maxine, who finally reacted to them.

Vecna’s aura still lingered, like a shadow on the corner of the eyes. Kagome expanded her aura, not really expecting to find anything. Only the wildlife answered her call. She finally noticed the pair of arms surrounding her. 

“Welcome back.” He winked. Kagome smiled before the tiredness took over and everything was black.

In the dreamland, Kagome was back in the old house. The adjoining rooms were still dark and the light still came from the stained glass. However, this time the door was open. She crossed it to a world covered in red.

Bricks floated around while several buildings falling apart decorated the surroundings. Totems with corpses of people she never met emerged from the ground. Their faces contorted in pain and fear. Their eyes were hollow. She found Fred and Chrissy and her heart constricted. Their expression of pure horror brought tears to her eyes. 

Creatures lurked around, following her every step. She felt but couldn't find Vecna. He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Kagome walked aimlessly, aware that it was happening outside the physical world. Somewhere else, her body was safely tucked in warm arms.

A creature got closer. It was the size of a large dog, without any recognizable facial features. It crawled behind the covers, but Kagome noticed its presence long ago. Not for the first time in her life, Kagome was saddened for not having a complete priestess training to create a proper barrier or summon shikigami like Kikyo did many times. She brushed the feeling away. The last thing she needed now was a breach of her mind protection.

More creatures arrived as she walked. She must be getting somewhere important, she thought. That's when tentacles appeared. Several of them went in the same direction.  Kagome quickened her steps. The creatures got agitated. They no longer tried to stay in the shadows. 

Vecna stood above the ground, connected to the tentacles. His eyes were closed and he didn't seem fazed by her presence. Kagome tried getting closer but the creatures jumped on her. At the last second, she closed her eyes and severed the connection.

Kagome almost fell from the couch when she woke up. Had it not been for Eddie's arm around her shoulder keeping her in place, she would be kissing the floor. He didn't stir when she removed her head from his lap, and neither did the other occupants of the basement. 

Not long after, Nancy came down the stairs with Dustin, announcing they were going to the Creel’s house. They asked Kagome how she felt after being out cold for so many hours, but she didn’t find the right words to comment on her thoughts yet. There was too much and too little information to work with.

“Are you sure you were here?” asked Eddie once they separated into groups of two. 

Stained glass with roses. Creel’s house front door. Kagome gasped when they mentioned it. She recalled the previous day; seeing Vecna, hearing Running Up That Hill, then walking through that red-painted world. The same locations Max described Kagome have been at. Now everything clicked. Somehow, when Vecna was trying to absorb Max, he found a way to block Kagome from reaching the girl, but the path was left open once Max got away. 

“Yeah, it’s exactly the same, minus all the dust,” she answered. 

Eddie removed a spider web from a door before Kagome crossed it.

“That, my friend, is bait. Vecna is trying to bring you to his realm where he has the upper hand. Hear me out: you are the wild card in his game. He wasn’t expecting that someone could sense him, much less someone that isn’t scared of him or affected by his powers. He’s either trying to figure you out or removing you from the picture.” Eddie stopped and turned to face Kagome. “I don’t wanna see you getting hurt.”

“I could feel you." Kagome smiled. "When I went back to Vecna’s domain, I could feel your hand on me. I just know that if something happens you will be able to pull me back.”

“You shouldn’t put so much faith in me.”

“Why? Will you leave me behind?”

“No! Never.”

“Then I have nothing to worry about. Anyway, you shouldn’t be worrying about me when you have Jason and his minions hunting you down. My powers don't work on humans.”

“He will have to find me first, princess.”

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter)- Ch. 16: I'm In Love With A VK

“Rise and shine, Magica!”

Sunlight floods into my dorm and I yank my blanket over my eyes. “Tiffany, the reason weekends were invented was because people actually want to sleep in! Shut the drapes!” Also the fact that I was up at 5 a.m. doesn’t help.

She just waves it off and fetches a new set of clothes from my closet. “Come on now, sugar. The big game’s today! Show some Auradon spirit!”

“I will when I actually care,” I grunt.

“I made scones!” She drawls in a sing-song voice.

With new-found energy I hop up and start bustling around. “Why didn’t you say so?”

Once I’ve gotten dressed and Tiffany has paid me in delicious scones, we make our way to the lockers hallway to meet up with the other students. When Audrey rounds the corner, her preppy grin melts into a disgusted grimace.

“You’re still wearing that? It was a joke!”

I take off my new hat and dramatically examine it, holding it out for all to see. “Had a change of heart. Evie helped dress it up a little. I think it’s elegant.”

Rosaline sniffs. “Isn’t that the kind of hat witches wear?”

Even Jane starts to share their distaste. “Yeah, Magica. It’s a bit… goth.”

I let their snippy insults wash over me and I continue to walk with Tiffany, head held high. We meet up with Ben and Chad, and (of course) Audrey has to follow us.

“Ready to win, Brother Ben?” I give him a playful punch to the shoulder.

“I’m a bit nervous, actually.” The future king gives me a nervous smile.

Just as I’m about to suggest a positivity spell, Jay and Carlos walk past to join Evie and Mal at their lockers. Jay’s got a crowd of giggling girls following him, while Carlos looks as if he’s about to die of boredom.

“Ugh. How can they stand to fawn over that- that villain brute?” Audrey rolls her eyes.

“Better him than dim-wit Chad.” I point to the retard royal.

“Just give them a chance, Audrey-” Ben tries to reason.

“But did you hear about the spells Mal’s been using for those girls’ hair? Gateway magic, Ben! Soon everyone else will look good and then… where will I be?”

“On the same level as everyone else, sweet pea. It’s so humbling!” I cackle as I go to lean on the lockers next to Ben.

“By the way, nice new hat, Sparks!” Ben gives me a thumbs up.

“Evie can work wonders!” I laugh as I twirl the gorgeous hat in my hand.

Audrey just scoffs and plants a sappy-looking kiss on Ben’s cheek. “I will see you tonight after my dress-fitting for the coronation, ok Bennie Boo?”

“Bye,” Ben says with false anticipation.

When Audrey’s gone I give him a look. “Brother Ben, here’s my next piece of advice: get rid of her! At least find a girlfriend who’s tolerable-!”

“Hey Bennie Boo! I just made a batch of chocolate chip cookies, you want one?” Mal calls from her locker.

I shrug and look at Ben with raised eyebrows. “Better her than Audrey! I can see you’re needed elsewhere, my liege, so I will bid you adieu!”

But Ben just shakes his head and holds a hand up to Mal. “Oh, thanks Mal but I’ve gotta get to the tournament. Next time, next time!”

She tilts her head and, am I crazy, or is she really putting out the ‘I’m innocent’ look?

“I completely understand, be careful of treats offered by strangers, right?”

“No, no! I mean-” Ben holds his hands up.

“No, I get it! You’re cautious, that’s smart! Oh well, more for me I guess…”

I sigh. “Ben, it’s a cookie! The most you’ll get is a stomach ache.” I take a closer look and frown when I start to see a strange magic radiating off of them. Are these the cookies they made last night? “I will admit it’s a friendly gesture, but on second thought-”

Mal groans. “Oh great, Queen of the Killjoys. Guess nobody wants a cookie-”

“No, you know what-” Ben swipes a cookie and pops it into his mouth. “I’d love one! Here, Sparks!” Ben takes another cookie and shoves it into my mouth.

“Ben! Muphhh-!” I try to talk as I chew the pastry, but soon a new, warm feeling begins to melt through me and I start chewing slower.

“How are they?” Mal asks.

“They’re great! Y’know, they’re chewy, soft, warm… sweet… Mal, have you always had those little gold flecks in your eyes?”

Huh? I try to make sense of Ben’s new liking to Mal, but at the same time can’t stop looking at Carlos….

He’s standing by Jay, and when he sees me looking my instinct tells me to look away, but… this new feeling has me wanting to keep looking. It’s like every time I see his soft, brown eyes I get drunk on- what is it? Love? But that’s impossible… Witches aren’t supposed to fall in love. Villains never get a happy ending, yet all I can think about is how much I want to spend time with Carlos.

“Carlos… I know I’m staring, I’m sorry. It’s just… you have such cute freckles, and soft eyes…” I walk over and grab his hand. “And you’re always so nice to me.”

Carlos gives me an odd look, but when he sees the cookie crumbs on my face he looks over at Mal, horrified.

Carlos’ POV

“She ate a cookie? Why did you let her?” I ask frantically.

“What’s wrong, Carlos?” Magica speaks up and I freeze. “You’re too cute to look stressed.”

A blush spreads over me and I stare at my feet. “You don’t mean it, it’s just the cookie talking.”

She shakes her head. “Of course I do, silly. I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it.”

God, this is a tough situation!

“Ben, we gotta go!” Chad calls. I never thought I’d be so grateful for him to interrupt.

“Um, ok… See you later, Mal! You’ll be at the game, right?” Ben says with a dopey smile.

Mal smirks. “Sure will be.”

“See you after the game, champ!” Magica kisses my cheek and skips off to join Ben and Chad.

But as much as I appreciate the kindness, I can’t accept her affection when I know it’s all fake.

“Carlos, it wasn’t my fault. Ben just shoved one in her mouth!” Mal hisses.

“B- But I wanted her to love me without being spelled! How do you break it-? Wait, no! If she finds out she’ll hate me! What should I do?!”

Jay comes over and pats me on the back. “Enjoy it, bro. You just got yourself a girlfriend without trying.”

“What? No! I’m not gonna take advantage of her like that!”

“Would it help to know that she likes you back?” Evie tries to help.

“No, she doesn’t! She always flinches and shies away when I’m around and never once said anything about liking me.”

“That’s because she thought you’d never like her back, Carlos! Magica’s never even had a boyfriend!”

Wait- never? Evie’s words leave me wondering how on Earth a girl as beautiful as Magica hasn’t ever had a boyfriend. She should have boys crawling over each other just to look at her!

Magica’s POV

I feel like I’m walking on air! I don’t know why, but after eating that cookie it’s like someone ironed out all the wrinkles of worry in my brain! And Carlos… He’s like a drug! All I can think about is how happy he makes me… I knew I liked him, but now it’s like my love is magnified. I can’t put my finger on it, but I can tell something’s off-

“It’s time for the game to start!” Tiffany drags me to the bleachers, and if it weren’t for wanting to cheer Carlos on I wouldn't ever think about attending such a crowded, noisy event. When the game starts the announcer’s voice gets muffled out by the screaming students, but when I see Carlos start to sprint across the field the whole crowd gets drowned out.

Look at him… What is it about him that makes me feel so funny? I guess it all started when I- When I ate that cookie. It must have been a love potion of sorts. I was right! The VKs were planning something! But what…? A love potion isn’t exactly a big, evil scheme. If anything it helps Ben get rid of Audrey.

While I’m thinking of possible motives, Jay and Carlos are distracting the opposing team to let Ben through- and score the winning goal!

“And it’s the new guys, Jay and Carlos, who set up the prince for the win! What a victory!” The announcer shouts.

“Go Carlos, go! Great job, VKs!” I cheer while I pump my fist in the air. I expect the team to go off to celebrate once Ben’s been handed the trophy, but I’m proven wrong when the future king (still with a stupid smile on his face) gets up and takes the mic from the stand. He starts getting the crowd to chant Mal’s name, which has me puzzled. But then I see Carlos coming off the field and I blank out.

“Hey, Carlos!” I wave and climb down from the bleachers. “You were fantastic!”

The freckled VK lets out a big laugh and goes to hug me, but then freezes up and backs off.

“Thanks, Magica! I was so nervous about that last round, but I actually helped! Ben said if it weren’t for me then we never would’ve won!”

My smile turns into a frown. “Speaking of which, what is up with him? He’s acting all lovestruck-crazy for Mal. I’ve never seen him like this!”

Carlos gets slightly jittery and tries to avoid the topic. “Uh I dunno… Maybe he’s tired of Audrey?”

“If that’s the case, I’ll be so happy!” I roll my eyes. “That drama queen’s been driving me up the wall, and this’ll be one very painful thorn in her side.”

Just then we both turn to see Ben climbing up to Mal’s seat in the bleachers, with sweat still pouring down his face.

“I love you Mal!”

Mal, on the other hand, tries to look like she cares, but I can see in her eyes that it’s all a hoax. Everyone else is buying it though, because a very pissed-looking Audrey pushes through.

“Chad’s my boyfriend now!” She pulls the Charming moron over and hastily gives him a kiss. Done with one prince, onto the next.

It washes over Ben like nothing, and he looks back at Mal. “Mal! Will you go to the coronation with me?”

She pretends to be flustered and excitedly shouts into the mic: “Yes!”

“She said yes!” Ben cheers.

Ben hops off to join the rest of the tourney team’s celebration, and Carlos gives me one last goodbye wave before following him.

Evie’s face falls as Chad and Aurdey wander off, and I go over to give her hand a quick squeeze. “Like I said, a royal fool. It’s for the best, Evie. My advice is to never rely on anyone but yourself. The less people you have in your life, the less chance for disappointment.”

She attempts a sad smile, but still seems discouraged. Mal starts giving her a pep talk so I let them be and start back to the school. While I’m walking I keep thinking about those cookies. Why would the VKs want Ben to change relationships? Carlos sure is cute… Does Mal really like him, or is this a part of something bigger? Does Carlos know I took the love potion-?

“Ugh! Fight the potion and stop thinking about Carlos for two minutes!” I argue with myself when I get to my dorm. “You don’t even know if there was a love potion in that cookie!”

“What happened?” Binx asks from my bed.

“I… I… I think I took a love potion.”

Binx hops up. “What?! When? Who had it? Are you alright?” 

“No, I’m fine. Just… very hazy. All I can think about is Carlos. Mal gave some cookies to Ben, and he stuffed one in my mouth when I tried to warn him. Afterwards my mind went all fuzzy and I suspect it was drugged with a love potion. I- I think I have the right ingredients for an antidote, but it will take until midnight to properly brew.”

I stumble over to the dresser to dig mom’s spellbook out, and Binx jumps up on the shelf.

“Ok ok, calm down. The love potion’s making you drowsy, and you need to start mixing it now or else it’ll get stronger. What do you need?”

“Uhhhh,” I drone as I scan the shelves with droopy eyes. “Wiggentree twigs, castor oil, gurdyroot, and rose thorns. First I chop the gurdyroot and let it simmer, then add dried wiggentree twigs until it turns black. That is if I can stay alert for that long.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you focused. Step by step, ok? First get the cutting board…” 

The next hour goes by in a slow blur and contains Binx batting my head every five minutes to keep me going while I drowsily prepare the antidote in my small cauldron. Once the gurdyroot and wiggentree twigs have boiled I then add the rest of the ingredients, allowing the brew to turn pitch-black and start smelling like black licorice.

“It even smells bad,” Binx says with a scrunched nose.

“Um… Do I really want to do this?” I ask with uncertainty as I ladle some into a goblet.

“What do you mean? Do you want to spend forever being on this manipulative potion, unable to think clearly?”

“But it lets me be with Carlos… It means I can be happy! Once I take this then I’ll go back to being distant, angry Magica, with my temper hanging on by a thread. Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Not as dangerous as letting your emotions be manipulated.” Binx puts a paw on my shoulder. “As much as you might think you’re better off with it, it’s best to take the antidote and take control again.”

Sadly, deep down I know he’s right.

“Well… here’s to feeling sad and lonely again.” I bring the cup to my lips and down the antidote in one quick gulp. After waiting a few moments I think I messed it up, but then I start to feel something. It’s like the warm feeling I’ve had the past few hours is draining out of me. I don’t feel sick or disturbed, and yet… I feel very alone. As if I will always be cursed to carry out life by myself. Like coming off of drugs or alcohol, love potions can manipulate the senses just as harshly.

“Did it work?” Binx asks anxiously.

I nod and look away, not wanting to tear up in front of my feline friend. “Yes. It worked. It was a love potion.” I look over at the leftover antidote in the cauldron and fetch a small vial. “I think I’ll save this just in case Mal’s plan for Ben gets too out of hand.”

“Why don’t you tell him?”

I wipe a small tear away. “Because maybe Ben and Mal will be good for each other. I’m not one to play matchmaker, but I’ll see what happens.”

Binx jumps down and struts away from the foul-smelling cauldron. “And what about Carlos?”

The past few hours come rushing back and I smack my forehead. “Dear God- How am I going to be able to face him? I made such a fool of myself! But… I think I really love him, without the potion. I’m in love with a VK…” My gaze drifts off to stare at the wall.”

Binx shrugs. “If he feels the same, he’ll show it. If he doesn’t say anything then just go along as if it never happened.”

Just disappear into the background, be normal… I guess that’s something you’ve had to do your whole life. Why change now?

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