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youaremysunshine-court · 2 years

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Tldr; the wwdits writers know a thing or two about depression and being tired of life, nandor is a prime example, allow them to bring about his character arc in a natural way

Nandor's 'I'm whispering bc I care about marwa and don't want her to know I'm about to replace her' gives me hope and much food for thought. Excuse the rambling because I'm fleshing this thought out as i go.

Because he's just self aware enough to know when his actions are making people sad. It means that he knows when he's doing/ done something wrong, and actually, I was super mad about this episode be guillermo and marwa and freddie deserved better, but now that I'm thinking more clearly, the writers have been leading up to this.

Everytime nandor does something wrong, he does notice. A lot of it is stupid dumb shit like getting locked in a cage at the rescue shelter. But when he pushed guillermo off the balcony during their fight, he has a millisecond of hesitation before he says OOPSIES. Likewise, when he's discussing the freddie fiasco, he considers for a moment that he's doing something wrong, then very deliberately glosses over it like it's nothing. (For more, see nadja figuring out he pillaged her village, leaving benjy alone and hypnotised, turning Gail without her consent, etc)

I believe the reason for this is a very specific turn the writers want to take with nandor as a character. It's a fact that nandor hasn't been happy for a long time, but this fact only becomes evident from the latter half of season 2 onwards. This is also when he starts fucking up more, and instead of taking responsibility the way he did with Sean and the brain scramblies, he starts to write things off like they don't really matter.

Had the vampires not stated clearly that he was going through vampire depression, it would have been evident from the way he just... stopped caring about everything and everyone. Compounded by guillermos apparent betrayal in 3×10, I believe he just kept sinking into these feelings, until he became the nandor we see in s4.

I know in a previous post i said they'd just made him into an asshole incel (which btw I do still think), I believe its a mask for the terrible depression he's going through. He's a lonely lonely vampire who wishes he could be human, who wants a lifeline so badly he'll cling to one made of gum and feathers at this point, and he's been in this despairing state for a while.

First, he clutched onto guillermo, thinking if he made him a vampire then they'd be happy. Then, he decided a wife would fix him. But she didn't, so he thought she needed to be changed. All this while he's struggling both with depression and buried feelings for guillermo. Which means when guillermo and freddie show up, happy and gay, he is intensely envious and immediately latches on to "what he's been missing".

Freddie. Freddie is the stand in for everything nandor wants but can't have. A human, slightly nerdy boyfriend, who dresses like the pits of fashion and knows enough about nandors niche interests to be interesting. He's the "perfect fix". Until he isn't.

This episode made a lot of people, including me, very very angry. But I think we need to look past this to what nandors really struggling with and allow the writers to let him grow without praising them for some episodes and cursing them for other, heartbreaking but necessary ones.

Honestly I'm pissed about the ending they forced on marwa, because yes she deserved to stab him at least once. But once again, I think that last shot of them together just highlights how far gone nandor is. She looks miserable, because he IS miserable. Marwa doesn't like him because he doesn't like himself. Marwa doesn't like living because nandor doesn't like living.

Sure, he smiles and laughs with freddie, but he's uncomfortable not knowing human jokes. Even the second time around he looks deeply unhappy when he's laughing at the roomba joke. He wants to be a part of this little clique humans have SO SO badly, but at the end of the day he is other.

And finally, that shot at the end where nandor cries after leaving freddie on the train. Is he grieving leaving freddie or is he grieving the travels he could have had with guillermo? Is he really crying or just scrunching up his face for the cameras? It all comes down to the original question: does he care? And the answer is, no, not anymore, not for a long time.

In conclusion, this has been long and rambling, but I can't wait to see how far he has to fall before he hits rock bottom, or if this is perhaps rock bottom. At that point I would like to see if he wishes to become human, or wishes that he'd always be happy. Or, my favourite option, I would like to see who the writers bring in as the person who shows him how to heal himself. Either way, the writers have brought the show this far without ruining it, and I trust them with this episode and the bigger picture, and I can only hope that they follow through on that.

#wwdits #nandor the relentless #not tagging this as nandermo bc it isnt #as someone who went thru a period where i literally did nothing beyond lying around and crying and not being able to stop crying #i can see a bit of myself in nandor #i fucked up a lot in that time and i just couldnt bring myself to care #i said some really insensitive things and then brushed them off and moved on #it wasnt my proudest moment but i yanked myself up and i hope nandor cam do the same #anyway character growth uwu good writing uwu nandor character development U fucking WU

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Hello ! Can u write an imagine where Arthur s/o kills Micah and she is banned from the gang. Would Arthur follow her ? Thank u :)

Man, I have been in the biggest writing funk for the first time in like nine months but I finally got this one done! Here you go, Anon! Sorry about the wait.

(Author’s note: Arthur doesn’t have TB) (BTW, Arthur is husband material and no one can change my mind)

It’s already been a long, exhausting day and it’s not even midday yet. You hate it here, always will without a doubt. Beaver Hollow is just a complete shit show and the gang has seriously deteriorated.

You miss how things used to be. You can remember how everyone was: Mary-Beth and Tilly giggling over romance novels, Sean bragging about how tough and smart he was, Uncle’s jokes, Hosea’s stories about his past and how he always added a note of wisdom. Oh Hosea. He was just another casualty of Dutch’s plight against modern America.

Everything’s changed since Hosea died and the boys returned from their tropical trip. Javier doesn’t sing or play the guitar anymore, no one laughs, people fight constantly. It’s a burden and a pain to be in the camp nowadays, and you hate it. The person who’s changed the most though is Dutch. He’s not the caring, almost paternal figure who was just struggling slightly to help everyone get back on their feet like he was right after the Blackwater mess. Now he seems to be on a suicide mission and intent on taking everyone in the gang with him.

The worst thing about the whole situation is Micah. He’s always known how to butter Dutch up but when Hosea was around, he kept himself in check. Now that Hosea’s gone, he’s been in Dutch’s ear the whole time and you haven’t liked it. You’re not the only one; Arthur and John have been suspicious about the whole thing.

Arthur’s faith in Dutch has been severely shaken. He questions Dutch much more than he ever used to. Dutch doesn’t like it, and he keeps on lying, saying he’s going to get everyone out. All he’s done is killed Cornwall, blown up a bridge, brought Pinkertons closer to camp than ever and used the war between the army and the Wapiti into his favor, even getting the chief’s son locked up during a feud.

Arthur walks over to your tent after donating a deer to Pearson, who’s drunk again. He’s been coming to you to talk a lot more lately, though you’re not sure why. You’ve had a crush on Arthur for ages but never acted on it. You two have been friends for what seems like forever and you refuse to destroy that over some silly feelings you have. You’ve wondered if Arthur has a crush on you too. It’s just the way he acts sometimes, things he says. The way he wanted you to come with him to tell Mary he didn’t want to be her errand boy anymore. The way you catch him staring at you sometimes. How he always wants you to go off hunting with him but won’t invite anyone else.

Just as he’s about to say something to you, Dutch calls him over. Arthur gives you a yearning look and then turns around to go see him. A few moments later, someone catches your attention, pulling you away from your work, with their voice. It isn’t Arthur, though or even John or Mary-Beth. It’s Micah.

“Ah glad to see you’re putting an effort into keeping this place running. We can use all the help we can get,” he simpers.

“The fuck do you want, Micah?” you snarl.

Micah’s always been a pebble in everyone’s shoes but now with Hosea out of the way and Dutch going crazy, he’s been acting like he’s in charge of things. He keeps badgering people to do their chores (which most of them have been) and that everyone needs to pull their weight. This doesn’t bother you, what does bother you is the hypocrisy of it all. He never does a damn thing. The last job he helped with was murdering Cornwall but you felt he did it out of a personal interest and less of a needs-to-be done basis.

“Always gotta be so bitter,” he says, smiling. “You know, if you were a little nicer, people might actually like you. Too bad nothing can be done to make you pretty though. Unfortunately you’ll just have to stick to nice but ugly.”

You throw down the sewing you’d just been doing and stand up, marching over to him. He wisely takes several steps backwards as you whip out your pistol.

“Give me one more goddamn reason, you cockroach,” you hiss. “I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

He whips out his own gun and points it at you. “You don’t have the guts, little girl.”

“Wanna bet? You ain’t the first person I killed, though I’m not sure I can really define you as a person.”

By this time, your argument has attracted the attention of many of the others. They form a circle and watch, but no one dares interrupt. You get the feeling that most of them want you to kill him. The majority of them have had problems with him too.

“Woe!” Dutch says, walking over with his hands in the air. “There is no need to have guns drawn in camp. Both of you fools, put them away.”

He stands next to Micah and glares from him to you. Arthur stands a few feet behind him and shakes his head at you, clearly trying to stop you from doing something reckless.

“She started it, Dutch,” Micah says, his gun still drawn.

“Bullshit! You’re the one going around insulting everyone. Trust me, if I don’t shoot you now, someone else will. Like Lenny said back in Colter, when you fall there’ll be a party.”

“Watch your mouth,” he growls. “Keep flapping your gums and you’ll end up just like Lenny and Hosea. Better yet, maybe you’ll get your head shot off like good ol’ Sea-”

Before he can finish, he’s silenced by your bullet slamming into his neck. He sputters and drops his gun, grabbing at his gushing neck. People start yelling and Javier and Bill grab you, making you drop your gun.

“Let go of me!” you scream as Micah falls to his knees. Dutch glares at you, clearly shocked. As Micah slumps down onto his stomach, he stomps towards you. Javier and Bill hold your arms tight and you can’t fight them off.

“You know the rules, Y/N,” Dutch says quietly. “There’s absolutely no reason to shoot anyone in camp unless they’re traitors.”

“How do you know Micah wasn’t a traitor, Dutch?” you snarl. “Ever since Guarma, those damn Pinkertons have been nipping at your heels more than ever.”

Dutch lowers his brow. “I’m going to give you five minutes to get away from here. Never come back, Y/N. I never want to see you around here again.”

Javier and Bill let you go, but you look around, silently pleading with the others to help you. No one does and your eyes finally fall onto Arthur. His mouth is partially open but his eyes say he wishes you hadn’t done it. He says nothing though, and you feel your stomach drop. Of course he’d choose Dutch over you. He’s known him for twenty years and Dutch saved his life. You’ve only known him a few years and maybe helped him get out of a few scrapes. You’ve got nothing on Dutch when it comes to Arthur. You don’t blame him either. No matter what kind of mess Dutch has gotten everyone into, Arthur’s been doing his best to keep things together. All you’ve done is create a bigger mess for him to clean up.

You know it’s time for you to leave. There’s no doubt in your mind that Dutch is just crazy enough to kill you, and the clock is ticking. You push your way between Tilly and Karen and go to your tent, packing everything up quickly. You feel everyone’s eyes on your back until Grimshaw barks at everyone to get to work and for Charles and John to get Micah’s body taken out of camp. You throw everything onto your horse and then run off down the path, feeling your heart break. You’ll never see any of them again, not even Arthur. Your best friend and the man you love will never be part of your life again.

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It’s been three weeks since you were forced to leave camp. You’ve gone back west, back to where you’ve always belonged. You’ve found a small cabin not too far from Aurora Basin in Tall Trees. When you first arrived, the cabin had clearly been abandoned for a long time. You cleaned it up and made it habitable. You’ve decided to hang up the hat on being an outlaw. The Pinkertons won’t be coming out this way looking for the Blackwater robbers, not when they know exactly where Dutch is, so you’re safe out here. Besides, you weren’t even involved in that mess, so no one will associate you with that.

It’s been lonely but peaceful out here. No more having to rob people, no more feeling like you’re chasing your own tail in Dutch’s crazy schemes. No more having to worry about anyone else besides yourself. You’ve missed them though, all of them. You miss joking with Tilly and Karen, discussing books with Mary-Beth, listening to Javier’s stories about Mexico. Even Pearson’s cooking since you’re not much of one yourself.

More than all of that though, you miss Arthur. You miss the sound of his voice, the conversations you had during long hunting trips. He was the only person you could tell anything to. There were many nights you spent under the stars with him and even a few curled against him to keep out the cold. You miss the way he smelled, the way he’d hesitatingly touch you. You two were a perfect hunting team, you were able to track and kill prey without hardly saying a word. You try to settle with the idea that you’ll just have to reminisce in the memories of him but to forget a future with him in it. Not that you had much hope for that before. Arthur may have told Mary to take care of herself from now on, but you always knew he;d never go for you.

You’ve been fishing in the lake for some time and gotten hardly any luck. You sigh and decide to call it a day, collapse your pole and pick up your almost empty bucket. You head up the road, feeling lonely and missing the company of your family. When you round the bend leading to your cabin, you look up and see a familiar face.

“Arthur?” you say quietly, not sure if he’s really there or not.

He rubs his jaw and looks at you, clearly searching for the right words. You stop and look for him, your stomach clenching. Has Dutch sent him? Dutch said you only had five minutes to get out of camp, but not that he wouldn’t hunt you down. The only reason you can think that Arthur’s here is because Dutch told him to find and kill you. You hover your hand over your gun, hoping you won’t have to use it.

“Arthur, please let me explain,” you say. “You know Micah was just making things worse. Let’s just put this all behind us, okay? Just tell Dutch you killed me, at least do me that favor.”

“Dutch didn’t send me, Y/N,” he says softly, his hands on his gunbelt. He takes a step towards you but stops when you back up, clearly worried. He raises his hands. “I ain’t here to hurt ya, darlin’.”

Darlin’? He’s never called you that before. He’s always addressed you by your name. If you didn’t know Arthur, you’d think he might be lying and pretending to be harmless, but you know him too well. He doesn’t lie.

You blink heavily, feeling your eyes water. “Why else would you be here, Arthur?”

He sighs and takes another step towards you, his hands still up. “Y/N, I ain’t followin’ Dutch no more. You said it weeks ago, he’s gone crazy. He didn’t get better when you left either. Micah might not have been around to stir him up, but he’s just gone worse. He was real angry when Charles and I went and broke Eagle Flies out of jail, tryin’ to clean up his mess.”

Arthur goes on to say how the army tried to kill Chief Rains Fall for the oil on his land and how the gang went to help try and save Eagle Flies as he went to get revenge for his people. By the end, Arthur got trapped beneath a soldier and nearly killed. Dutch had been the only one there and could have easily saved him, but chose not to. When Arthur confronted him about it, a huge fight broke out between them and Arthur decided he’d had enough. He snuck John, Abigail and Jack out that night and then decided to find you.

“I knew you’d come out west, Y/N. You’re too much like me, this is where you’ve always wanted to belong.”

“But why would you want to come after me, Arthur? I understand why you left, but why come after me?”

He lowers his hand and walks up to you until he’s only a couple feet away. “Because I care about ya, Y/N.” His gruff voice is soft, sending shivers down your arms. “Because you’ve always tried to help me. If you’d been there, I know you woulda saved my life, not leave me to die like Dutch did. I did everything I could for him, even almost died for him multiple times. I gave him everything I had and got nothin’ to show for it. I’m done, darlin’. I want to be with you.”

Your entire body is shaking as he talks. He closes the distance between you and wraps his arms around you. What little strength you had holding you together crumbles and you sink into his chest, tears leaking out of your eyes.

“I’m sorry I weren’t there for ya when you killed Micah,” he says, rubbing your back. “To be honest, I was happy when you killed Micah. He’s been a giant thorn in my side since he showed up and I’ve wanted to shoot him myself since Sean died. I was just shocked that you’d done it so quickly. I shoulda gone with you when Dutch forced you out.”

You shake your head into his shirt. “No, it’s good you didn’t. If you’d left with me, Dutch would have hunted both of us down. He knows how essential you are to everything, he wouldn’t like it if you left with me.”

He sighs and leans his cheek against your head. “Well, I’m here now, darlin’. If you’ll have me, I’d like to stay with ya as long as I possibly can. You’re my best friend and…” He pauses so long you look up at him to find his cheeks red. “I gotta be honest, Y/N, I’ve been sweet on ya for years.”

It’s your turn to blush and you smile. “Really? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We had things so good, Y/N. We been friends so long, worked so well together, I didn’t wanna ruin that. Besides, I know you wouldn’t have feelings for me. I’m just an old, dirty outlaw. I ain’t worth no one’s time.”

You grimace at him. “Arthur, I hate how poorly you view yourself. You wanna know what I think about you?”

“I suppose, though I doubt it’ll be anythin’ good.”

You sigh and stretch up, placing your lips against his. They’re soft, though slightly chapped. He tenses up when you touch him but after a second he responds. His lips move with yours and you trace his with your tongue. After a moment, you pull away. He’s cheeks are darker but he’s smiling.

“That’s what I think of you, Arthur. I’d love it even more if you decided to stay with me. I’ve been sweet on you for the longest time, it’s been so hard for me to keep it out of our relationship. I just didn’t wanna ruin our friendship.”

He smiles in and leans in to kiss you again. You feel the first surge of excitement and happiness since you got kicked out of the gang. You can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you now.

#arthur morgan #red dead fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #awkward asks #arthur morgan x reader

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somedayonbroadway · 5 years

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After a few more weeks of intel gathering, the three are snatched and held for interrogation. They're forced to lead everyone to the base which turns out to be under an actual juvenile jail called The Refuge. The three sneak in and do their best to lure Snyder out but he already knows they've been followed so there's no way he's leaving. There's a standoff considering how many kids are in there and the only three with knowledge of the whole place are also being held captive. (Final) ~ Newsie Ano

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TW CHILD ABUSE

Someone tell me why I love this so much.

Okay, so yes!

I’m thinking Weasel got custody of Morris and Oscar when they were little and their parents died, and he sort of just didn’t want to take care of them so he’d hand them over to Snyder. And Race’s dad is out of choice and rather than be a father and protect his son at all costs, Snyder suggests that to settle his debt he lets him have his only child and Race’s dad lets him.

It’s horrible.

When they first meet, Morris is ten, Oscar is seven and Race is four. Snyder keeps them in a locked room at night, but lets them stay together.

Morris and Oscar are there before Race for maybe a year or two. And when this tiny child is thrown into a room with them, screaming and crying for his papà, they immediately rush to try and calm him down. And Race (who’s love language is touch, btw) would be clinging to Morris and sobbing, because he’s just a little baby who’s been taken away from home and has no idea what’s going on.

As they get older and as Snyder trains them, they form a sort team. Oscar’s the techie, Morris is the bronze, and Race is the con/thief. Basically, Race is the youngest Delancey brother. (If someone wanted to draw this team, i would not be opposed 😂)

As they grow up they are treated poorly. Snyder beats them anytime they get something wrong. Morris would often take the blame for a lot of it, trying to spare his little brothers, but Race and Oscar would still get hurt very often and anytime they did get hurt, Morris would do his best to take care of them, but one time, when Race is a little older, maybe ten or eleven, Morris gets really hurt and Oscar is taken to another room because they’d almost gotten caught stealing something, so Race has to patch Morris up and it sort of just becomes the thing that he gets good at.

They are only allowed to have one first aid kit to take care of themselves they hide it to make sure it won’t get taken from them whenever Snyder gets angry with them.

I’m thinking Racer is the dreamer of this group. Morris is the realist and Oscar sort of drifts back and forth between both. Race desperately wants to find a way out of where they are. Morris is the one that believes they’ll be stuck their forever and Oscar sometimes thinks maybe it’s a possibility that they’ll be set free one day but also whenever Morris just has to be negative and unleash the reality of their situation on his brothers Oscar is always more okay with it than Race is.

Morris has made Race cry on several occasions by telling him that they had to accept that this was their life and they weren’t getting out.

Race desperately wants to just be normal. He tells Mo and Os that he’d rather his father had just given him up for adoption than send him here and that he’d be okay with just pretending for a day that he was free and able to live life like any other person (🎶JUST ONE MORNING OUT THERE, LIKE ORDINARY MEN...🎶 whoops, sorry... did I sing that out loud?) But then when he’d start to break down and realize that that may never happen, Morris would kind of just drop whatever he was doing to hold Race and tell him that at least they were together and as long as they were together Morris would make sure he was alright.

That would happen when Race is about thirteen. He’d start to kind of accept that he was meant to be Snyder’s theif after that, even though he hated it.

Also, did I forget to mention that Race has ADHD, a photographic memory and is hyper observant. Oh... and also, he always forgets to eat. Because... why not? And Morris is dyslexic and chews on his tongue when he gets nervous, sometimes drawing blood. And Oscar is OCD and has anxiety. He suffers from many panic attacks that Race gets very good at calming his down from. And Oscar hates that because he always wants to be the big brother for Race and not the other way around.

But anyways...

The cops don’t get involved until Race is fifteen, meaning Oscar is eighteen and Morris is twenty one.

Detectives Jack Kelly and Sean Conlon are partners who finally have a break in a case that they’ve been working on for months. A con artist described as young and blond and charming has been wrecking havoc all over New York, stealing quick cash, hacking bank accounts and stealing identities. He’s known by many aliases and no one knows his real name.

Eventually, they’d get a tip about where the next hit was going to be. And they’d stake out the place and Spot would make sure to distract their perp while Jack slipped a tracker into the guy’s burn phone.

They just hadn’t expected him to be so young. So after Jack planted the chip on him (a mix of a tracker and a bug) they’d let Race go, after all he hadn’t committed a serious crime, not that they could prove anyways. And they’d already be bending the rules by bugging his phone.

When they got in the car to tail him, Spot would tell Jack it couldn’t be him, because he had to just be a teenager. But Jack would say that he had this gut feeling that they needed to pursue this, so they would.

And after they followed Race to this juvenile jail, Jack would recognize it. And he’d tell Spot he’d been here as a kid (Jack was an orphan. I’m thinking he was kind of stuck there, not because he’d committed a crime, but more because they had nowhere else to put him). And he’d remember thinking the owner (Snyder) was really sketchy and was never kind to him, sometimes making him go without food and locking him in his room at night, not to mention beating him every once in a while.

They sit outside the place and listen.

Nothing happens for a long time. But then they hear people start talking. They hear someone gasp and start rummaging around for something.

Inside, Race finds Oscar laying in Morris’s lap, pretty beat up, with a decent cut across his side. And he rushes to start helping to clean up his brother. He’d run back out of the building to find the first aid kit that they’d buried outside in the back of the building. And Morris would come out behind him, carrying Oscar in his arms and Oscar would be crying on his shoulder.

Jack would move to help but Spot would stop him, telling him that there wasn’t anything they could do at the moment and that if they gave themselves away now, they wouldn’t be able to do anything later. So Jack would comply.

They’d watch Race patch Oscar up and hug the other two boys and then they’d just listen to them. Race would calm Oscar down by talking about how one day they were gonna get out of here and Morris wouldn’t disagree with him, just because he wanted Oscar to calm down.

That’s when they’d start talking about Snyder.

Spot would literally start hitting the steering wheel and scream because he was so happy they’d finally heard the name of The Spider in New York. The Spider has a web of different organizations throughout all five boroughs and they had never been able to pin anything to him. But they’re getting somewhere.

Jack and Spot would go back to the station with pictures of the three boys and they’d try to figure out who they were with facial recognition. But there would be nothing. But Jack would have a hunch. And he’d estimate their ages and ask for missing kids cases from years and years ago and that’s when they’d find them.

It would be three weeks before they were able to make contact. They’d follow Race and Morris and Oscar to a club in downtown Manhattan and they’d arrest them.

They’d separate them. Race in one car and Morris and Oscar in the other. But Morris would be fighting against them and telling them that they couldn’t separate him from Race and Race would only look borderline scared. But he’d be terrified on the inside.

When they got to the station, they’d all be separated.

And Jack would ask to be the one interrogating the youngest of all of them. And they’d let him, because they knew that Jack was good with kids whereas Spot wasn’t really. At least, not with teenagers.

Jack would buy Race a candy bar and hand it to him when he went in to question him. Race would refuse it at first but Jack would tell Race that he was shaking and that when he got hungry, his body would start shaking too instead of his stomach growling. And Race would take it. And Jack would start asking him basic questions.

Five minutes with him and Jack would know that he had ADHD and that he was hyper observant. He’d give Race a report to read and he’d watch Race read the same sentence over and over again. But Race would note that Jack was an artist and that he favored inks over paints just by a few drops of ink on Jack’s wrist.

Race would ask if his brothers were okay. And Jack would ask them if they were really his brothers and he’d say they were the closest thing he had to family. That they had been looking out for him since he was four years old. And Jack would ask him more about that.

Rather than press on who Race worked for or on what he’d stolen, he’d be trying to get to know and understand this kid. Jack would notice that Race was having trouble sitting still. He would notice that Race wouldn’t look him in the eyes. He’d notice that his nervous tick was picking at the hem of his pants.

Eventually, after talking to Jack, Race - who is still this kid who is pretty touched starved and longing for some kind of affection from someone he thought of as a father figure - would kind of just get attached to Jack. He’d start to tell Jack about Snyder a little bit. But then he would go off onto a tangent about how he’d gone into the club that Spot and Jack had been staking out and intentionally let them hug his phone in hopes that they’d get them all out of there.

Jack would ask him how he knew and Race would say that the short angrier cop (Spot) had a specific stance that gave him away. And Jack wasn’t as good a pickpocket as he was. So Race would give him a few pointers.

Jack would be amused.

Meanwhile, Morris would be demanding to be able to see his brothers. There would be a beat cop in the room to make sure he didn’t try to leave. And he’d keep trying to march out, but the beat cop, De La Guerra, would keep getting in his way and eventually have to cuff him to the table. And he wouldn’t respond well to Spot when he tried to question him.

Oscar would be a disaster in the other room. He’d be hurt from the last beating he’d had from Snyder.

He’d be crying i think. Silently, but he’d still be crying. He’d ask for Morris over and over again and ask if Racer was okay. The beat cop in there, Kasparzak, would try to calm him down.

Eventually they’d realize that Oscar needed medical treatment and would have to move him to a hospital. He had a few cracked ribs and the cut on his side hadn’t healed right.

Race would hear some commotion outside and ask Jack what was going on and Jack would tell him not to worry about it, to just stay in this room and with him and Race would hesitate, but he’d do as he was told.

Morris would break out of the room to see Oscar being wheeled away though, calling for him. And Jack would hear that and rush out to stop him and that’s when Race would see what was happening.

When Morris saw Race he’d try to rush to him, Jack would hold him back and Race would fight against Jack to hug Morris.

Jack would tell them they were still in their custody and couldn’t go with Oscar. And Race would say that he wasn’t letting go of Morris so Jack would cave and let them both stay in the same room.

In order to get a deal of any kind for all the crimes they’d committed, according to Spot, they’d have to give up Snyder. And Race would say he’d do it before Morris said he wouldn’t let him.

So they’d end up going together, wearing wires and cameras. And Jack would know it was risky to do this but they’d send them back into the Refuge and Race and Morris would trying to get Snyder to give something up.

When Snyder figured out what was going on, he’d immediately go for Race and hold him to his chest with a gun at his head and Morris would start begging him not to do anything.

Jack and Spot would rush in and other officers would rush to get the kids out of the Refuge. They’d end up in the basement where Snyder was holding Race with an arm around his neck and pointing a gun at Morris’s head.

Jack would have gone into the room alone. He’d discretely ger Snyder to turn his back to the door so that Spot could sneak up on him and he’d grab Morris as soon as he could and pull him behind him. But Snyder would go to shoot Race and Spot would have to shoot him from behind.

They’d end up getting out of there. Snyder would be taken to the ICU and Race and Morris would be allowed to see Oscar in the hospital who would jump up and hug them the second he saw them.

Being that they were forced to commit all these crimes against their will, they would be on parole. They’d have mandatory court appointed therapy sessions. Race would be told he’d have to be put in the system and he’d get upset and start clinging to Morris when they tried to tell him he wouldn’t be able to stay with them.

So Jack would end up taking him in.

Also, if anyone is asking:

Crutchie is forensics in this one.

Davey is a lawyer.

Katherine is still a reporter.

Pulitzer is the chief of police.

And Medda is Jack’s adoptive mamma.

I. Love. This. So. Much.

It’s brilliant. Thank you so much, Newsies Anon!

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Cali; the salsa capital

Stop #10, February 11-17

We landed in Cali late Tuesday night and got to our hostel, The Pelican Larry. Our “private bedroom” was awkwardly filled with one queen bed and two sets of bunk beds… and a bunch of skeeters!

Wednesday we walked around, ate a delish vegetarian lunch, and attempted to go to the river to cool down. After traveling about 45 minutes by bus, we waited for next one we needed to take, but it never showed. There’s a chance this bus only ran on Saturday’s but honestly we weren’t too sure. It was already 4pm by the time we decided to turn around, since we were warned to leave the river by 5 for safety. Even though our plans for the day totally failed, I still thought the bus system here is actually pretty impressive.

Back at the hostel other travelers, including 3 German girls traveling on their gap year, invited us to visit Cristo Rey to watch the sunset. We ended up being a group of 8, taking two cabs to get there. We enjoyed the views and the sunset, then Sean, myself and two others went for a vegan dinner in town that was cheap and yummy.

That night several of us played games at the hostel around a big table and eventually got ready to go out for salsa. We went to La Topa Tolondra, a famous salsa club. I thought I knew some salsa from when I traveled in Peru but Cali salsa is so different!!! I knew almost nothing of the dance moves. Cali is known for salsa and their nightlife so even though Sean and I are early birds, I did my best to embrace this. Sean wasn’t thrilled to go out, especially for salsa, but he came for me.

The next day we slept in late missing the free (and basic) breakfast by the hostel. I spent all day working on some applications for jobs while Sean did Duolingo for hours. I didn’t know it until later but he was very determined to exceed my XP. Only duolingo-ers will understand that reference (Sue gets it)! The rest of the day was spent working on extending our travel visa and participating in an interview to volunteer at the spanish school we went to when we first arrived in Colombia. In the evening I joined the free intro to Cali Salsa dance class offered by the hostel. It was actually pretty fun, and a nice way to meet other travels too. And after learning all the basic steps, of course I wanted to go ahead and practice what I learned!

Later that night many of us went out again, and since I felt safe to go with this group of people Sean stayed back since it was not interesting to him. The salsa bar we went to this night was called Tintindeo and was so much fun! I enjoyed it much more than the other salsa club because it felt more like a bar you could hang out in and also dance salsa with a lot less intimidation. The salsa club from the previous night was slightly awkward in that you were either dancing salsa or awkwardly watching along the side lines. Tintindeo has fun lights, and all of the salsa teachers were there (probably to encourage people to purchase private salsa lessons with them) and they were amazing to dance with! Of course they know you are learning, but some are better than others in leading and two of the teachers in particular made me feel like I knew what the hell I was doing!! By the end of the night I was super sweaty; I knew I had tried my best!

Around 1 am the bar came to a close and the group I was with wanted to head to a raggaeton club nearby. Since it was considerably early I went along, but when I got there I felt like it was sketchy and the best of the night was behind us. I’ve learned that usually “the next place” is never as good as the first when the first one was a blast. So why stay out? I decided to leave, and so a friend put me in a cab to assure I’d get back safe. During the ride I followed the blue dot on my phone on google maps to ensure the driver was taking me to the right place. All was good, and even though Sean locked me out of the room on accident, the 24 hour host was able to let me in.

There had been a lot of talk about ELN, a guerrilla group still remaining in Colombia, engaging in a violent protest from Friday - Sunday, February 14-16. Talk was that the cities were safe, but the small towns outside the city were not. We heard of tourists being told not to take busses between cities for their own safety. Afraid of this threat, we decided to extend our initial 3 day visit to Cali into a 6 day visit. We changed hostels on Friday and stayed until Monday morning, when it was reportedly safe to travel again.

This next hostel, Green House, was very quiet and relaxed. There were only 3 other tourists staying, 2 of them being Israeli’s on their gap year after the army. I love meeting Israeli’s because I feel like I have so much to talk about with them; being jewish, my family in Israel, and having visited the country many times. Usually when I travel to Central or South AmericaI meet many Israeli’s, but being there for 2 months at this point, these two were the first ones we met!

After attempting to cook some version of the delicious lentil patties we’ve been eating (total fail btw) we got ready to go out to experience another club, this time not for Salsa. After reading a lot about Cali I understand now that their nightlife really is the main attraction of visiting Cali, and so this would be my 3rd night in a row going out! Sean was being a trooper and coming along with me. I had hoped the lack of salsa would make it more interesting for him.

I had a few drinks with the Israeli’s while we talked a bunch. Sean didn’t feel like joining the conversation even though I tried to include him time and time again, as did the two Israeli’s, he didn’t budge. Sometimes it’s hard because I absolutely love socializing (when I actually like the people), and traveling as a couple makes it slightly harder to socialize than when I had traveled alone in the past. Anyway, Sean and I eventually went out to La Pergola which had a $20.000 cover (about $6). Even though this is quite expensive, we weren’t buying drinks there and were really going for the experience. As we approached the club in our cab we could hear the music from down the street. There was a long line to get in that moved surprisingly quickly. The club was huge and completely open having great views of the surrounding city. There were 3 floors playing different types of music, and really was a sight to see. It was especially fun when a very popular latin song came on and everyone in the club sang it together. We stayed until 1am before hopping into a cab back to the hostel.

The rest of the weekend, we spent our time just hanging out trying to avoid the serious heat of this place. By 1pm it gets so hot, all you can think about is swimming. By 2pm we left for a cab to Acuaparque de la Cana to spend the late afternoon in a children/family water park. We felt like teenagers having fun on all the watersides, walking around in our swim suits, eagerly checking out the next fun thing to do. One of Sean’s favorite was the zip line where you hung (together) on a bar that zip lines above a pool. You have to let go before it reaches the end plopping you right into the water! We did this one several times throughout the day.

We did other rides as well including a high and long waterslide. Sean and I went on a slide, side by side, and my slide gave me a huge wedgie just before it shot me into the pool. Sean loved that one too, but I could not handle that level of discomfort again and so I chose to pass on repeating it. Another fun one was the toilet bowl (or at least that’s what we called it when we visited waterparks at camp)! We rented a two person tube that shot us through a tube spitting you out into a “bowl” that you flung around and around until you made it to the bottom. That one was super fun :) The last ride of the day for us was the wave pool, since it was 5pm and everything else was closing. It was fun and enjoyable until Sean realized how dirty the pool was and how much hair was in the water (LOL).

Our last day in Cali we waited for the heat to pass before heading out for a bite and some walking around. We walked through the [very strange] cat statues, as well as a lovely park for people watching. Our time in Cali was fun, but now it’s time to leave (hopefully to somewhere less hot)!

Thanks for reading fam, love you all.

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