#if this gets 666 likes i will make more (ok i plan to anyway but that would be so funny)

[thoselittleboats]

BG3 text posts - Raphael (1/?)

bonus - spoiler

#tw flashing #spoilers #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 raphael #bg3 edit #bg3edit #raphael #raphael bg3 #bg3 text #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #sorry can't actually read tags in this one yet because i'm finishing up act 3 still lol #just had to get these out because i can't with him #...anyone else follow the vicar max to raphael pipeline?? xD #this should surprise absolutely no one #if this gets 666 likes i will make more (ok i plan to anyway but that would be so funny)

[scoobydoodean]

❤️ Dean Being Love to Others ❤️

Season 1 Part 2

master post here (still being updated)

1.10 "Asylum": Immediately after Sam, while mind controlled by Dr. Ellicott, blasts Dean through a wall with a shotgun full of rock salt, says some big meanie things to him :( and then tries to shoot him in the head over and over... after knocking Sam out, Dean pats Sam on the shoulder and says, "Sorry Sammy" because he knows Sam's jaw is going to hurt when he wakes up jhvsdjvgjhsfdgj

1.11 "Scarecrow": Sam and Dean fight and part ways at the beginning of the episode. Dean could probably use help on the case, but he doesn't ask for it when they finally do call—he does the opposite when Sam asks if he's hinting he needs help. He says, "You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life. You’ve always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I—anyway….I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy." At the end of the episode, after Sam comes back, Dean also doesn't assume he'll stay and asks if he can drop him off anywhere. (Gifset)

1.12 "Faith": Dean struggles with believing Layla deserves to live far more than he does. He struggles both with his own "healing" being prioritized over hers, as well as having to stop the reaper so no one else gets hurt when Layla is the next to be healed.

1.13 "Route 666": DEAN WAS IN LOVE WITH CASSIE. HE WAS SO IN LOVE WITH HER THAT HE TOLD HER THE TRUTH. And even though he was hurt because of how they broke up, the moment she called and she needed his help, he jumped to go help her no questions asked, no hesitation.

1.14 "Nightmare" #1: When Max is about to shoot his step-mother, Dean steps between her and the gun and tells Max he has to go through him first.

1.14 "Nightmare #2: Throughout the episode, Dean does his best to reassure Sam that everything is going to be okay, that his visions do not scare Dean, that he is not going to turn into a monster. This culminates in, at the end of the episode, Dean telling Sam nothing bad is going to happen to him as long as Dean is around. Dean won't let it.

1.16 "Shadow": Dean lets go of what he personally wants, which is him, Sam, and John all together, and advocates for himself and Sam to separate from John because he believes that they'll be a liability (I also think he's incorrect but I do think it's still an example of him being selfless).

1.18 "Something Wicked" #1: Dean crouches down to be at eye level with Michael when he sees him upset. He tells Michael that it is not his fault that his brother got sick when Michael blames himself.

1.18 "Something Wicked" #2: Dean drives Michael's mom to the hospital because he recognizes she's in no condition to drive.

1.18 "Something Wicked" #3: Dean checks in with Michael again right before the plan to catch the Shtriga, and tells him, "Michael, you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to, it's ok, I won't be mad."

1.18 "Something Wicked" #4: There are multiple small examples of the contrast of a child's innocence and Dean's lack of innocence in childhood, and kid Dean makes the decision from childhood through the present to not resent Sam for having that innocence but to try and protect that innocence. And even as an adult, when Sam says, "Sometimes I wish I could have [the innocence of not knowing what's out there]", Dean replies, "If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too"—saying nothing of his own stolen childhood.

1.19 "Provenance": Dean is worried about Sam losing himself in research and not pursuing relationships (like with Sarah Blake) because of Jess. He tells Sam as gently as he can that he thinks Jess would want Sam to be happy.

1.21 "Salvation" #1: Sam begins to say that Mary and Jess's deaths are all his fault and that he has to fix it. Dean tells him fiercely that it is not his fault and that fixing it is a "we" problem.

1.21 "Salvation" #2: Dean holds Sam back from running into a building burning to the ground (which would instantly kill him) to try and reach the demon.

1.21 "Salvation" #3: When Sam throws him up against a wall, instead of matching Sam's rage, Dean speaks to him gently or calmly and is able to get through to him.

1.21 "Salvation" #4: Dean asks John to promise him that he'll get out if things go sideways with tricking Meg.

1.22 "Devil's Trap" #1: Dean says that if finding the demon means John or Sam getting themselves killed for revenge, he hopes they never find it.

1.22 "Devil's Trap" #2: Dean brings The Colt in secret when they go to save John even though he knows John would be furious, then uses it to save Sam's life.

1.22 "Devil's Trap" #3: Dean says he's actually scared of what he's capable of doing to protect Sam and John.

1.22 "Devil's Trap" #4: Dean is badly hurt and bleeding out after being attacked by Yellow Eyes, but begs Sam to check on John and see if he's okay.

#pk rewatches spn number ? #dean the narrative heart #the one who cares #1.10 #1.11 #1.12 #1.13 #1.14 #1.16 #1.18 #1.19 #1.21 #1.22 #season 1

[hermywolf]

ranking my favorite characters about random shit part 5

ranking my favorite characters (clarke griffin, dean winchester, fox mulder, rose tyler, newt, kaz brekker, samwise gamgee, charles xavier, bill denbrough, lord asriel, steve rogers, scott mccall, anna milton and barry berkman) about random shit. this is entirely self-indulgent

Part 5: How they’d react to a breakup (i’m imagining a completely random oc as the one breaking up with them because if i start thinking of the people i ship them with breaking up with them i WILL cry)

1- NEWT

he’s the sweetest man on earth he’d want to talk about it and understand his partner’s reasons and he’d be so kind and understanding even though he’d be sad lemme tell you this man is a SAINT

2- STEVE ROGERS

sweet understanding KING. absolute TREASURE. he’d be so confused and sad at first but he’d be SO understanding UGH i am in love with this man

3- SCOTT MCCALL

remember when allison sorta kinda broke up with him and he was all sweet and kind about it and said that he believed they would find their way to each other again eventually. yeah. iconic behavior. king shit

4- SAMWISE GAMGEE

he’s the PRESIDENT of ‘let’s stay friends!’ squad he’ll definitely stay in touch with all his exes they’re all his absolute besties

5- CHARLES XAVIER

mr telepath mindreader therapist teacher man absolutely sees it coming from a thousand miles away and he might even be the one to bring it up so that his partner doesn’t worry about it. he will be sad but he gets over it in a healthy way because he’s (MOSTLY) in touch with his feelings

6- ANNA MILTON

for a fallen angel with a bit of a god complex she’s surprisingly well adjusted. i think she’s the kind to definitely stay friends with her exes except like two of them which she’s got five different plans to murder each. all in all if it’s a healthy breakup they stay friends if it involves cheating she’s out to get you motherfucker and you know what you deserve it i mean who the FUCK would cheat on ANNA MILTON of all people istg

7- DEAN WINCHESTER

whoever thinks dean is emotionally constipated enough to be the ‘i didnt like u anyway’ kind has NOT seen spn 1x13 road 666 like GUYS. he pretends to be this no-chick-flick-moments and no-attachment kinda dude but we all know he actually cares SO much and if you look at his relationship with cassie or lisa he’s actually pretty open and communicative and sincere and he geniunely tries to talk about shit with them?? so he does have a constructive and heartfelt conversation and says he understands but he also WILL cope by either going on more hunts to distract himself or by locking himself in his room with pizza and movies in his hotdog pants and send noods socks, s14 style. TONS of ice cream. he’ll ghost his ex for a while when he’s coping with it but then later on they do end up being besties (yes i AM on the team dean-becomes-bff-with-all-his-exes don’t mind me just spreading my dean being besties with anna, cassie, lisa,amara, benny and crowley agenda)

8- BILL DENBROUGH

he’s pissed and sad and offended and grumpy and confused he just feels a LOT of shit at the same time like he’s having a full breakdown inside but from the outside his reaction is pretty much ‘what. oh. ok’

9- LORD ASRIEL

he does not, and mark my words on this one, give a single fuck. he IS what kaz pretends to be and what ketterdam thinks he is. asriel does not give a FLYING FUCK he’s like ‘well ok then see you around i guess’ and then just moves on. he was probably cheating on his partner anyway if we’re being honest here, he’s just that terrible. god why is he my favorite character again- oh right he’s insanely hot and wants to murder god right right that tracks

10- FOX MULDER

he’s extremely sweet and compassionate and understanding but then he disappears for like five months to chase down an alien in guatemala or some shit and then comes back pretending as if nothing happened at all

11- CLARKE GRIFFIN

she’s NOT happy about it and gets all grumpy and pouty and will angrily rant about it to her friends for ages but then once she’s over it she’s like. OVER over it. she completely moves on, like full on flip the switch and the feelings are GONE

12- ROSE TYLER

full breakdown in her room with tubs and tubs of ice cream wondering what she did wrong and then probably gets offered by a friend to go throw eggs at their house or some dumb shit. rose says no but she ALMOST did it. she keeps asking if there’s someone else even when it’s very clear that there’s NOT.

13- KAZ BREKKER

allow me to introduce you to the pettiest bitch on EARTH. he will definitely not hurt his ex in any way but he’ll do his absolute best to show them how much they’re missing. like he’s PETTY about it he’ll hold a gruge months, no year, no DECADES after it happened. he shows absolutely no emotions whatsoever you’d barely notice there’s been any change in his behavior, he’s not, like, sad or angry or anything, he’s just suddenly VERY devoted to the fact that everyone must know how AMAZING he’s doing and how rich and powerful and feared he is and how much a hypothetical ex-partner is missing. like this bitch probably has a full twenty pages long plan about what to do in case he gets dumped so that his ex will regret it terribly. and the worst is that kaz is a smart bitch who knows people’s weaknesses and how to exploit them so it WORKS it works and he absolutely loves it, jesper is like ‘dude how come every single time you got dumped they came back asking you to get back together only for you to reject them EXACTLY five months later’ and kaz hiding the twenty pages long binder with his elaborated plan behind his back as if it wasn’t carefully calculated and just shrugging like ‘idk i guess im a catch’ he makes everyone SO angry and honestly good for him!

14- BARRY BERKMAN

two words: murder spree. healthy coping mechanisms WHO we don’t know her in this house he’s sad and angry and he’s going to make it YOUR problem. guns out angry bill hader face ON baby. pew pew motherfucker it’s murder time. bam thirty casualties. rip to them. and he doesn’t even feel better after it either he’s crushed by guilt and having ANOTHER breakdown which will result in MORE ptsd and more sadness and anger and eventually ANOTHER breakdown and ANOTHER murder spree. its a lose-lose situation for everyone. except for his partner who’s free of his shit now i guess so true of them

#hermy posts #ranking my favorite characters about random shit

[justamixofemoandpunk]

Ok so i have to publish stuff for one of my classes. and I am publishing it to tumblr dot com

Please don't be mean I'm sorry.

Poetry Portfoilio:

I Come from poem

I come from rainstorms

Softly tapping the windows,

Nourishing the ground

Rainbows are just around the corner,

And yet nobody wants it to end

Soft and comforting

I come from rainstorms

With howling winds,

Beating at the doors,

flooding ponds and

Spattering against the window

Ripping petals off flowers

Violent and merciless

I come from cool mornings,

With fuzzy sweaters and hot tea

Coffee weak to with sugar and cream

Favorite spices stirred in

Trees are turning bright colors in the distance

Rubbing sleep from your eyes

I com from cool mornings,

With harsh wind biting cheeks and noses

Painfully early

Headaches from trying to remember a forgotten dream

And burning fevers

I come from mist and fog

Warm mornings with honeysuckle perfume

Birds in the far distance chirp

Of a new day

Covered in a fluffy white sweater

I come from mist and fog

Shrouding the distance

“Danger, Danger” whispers the trees

A snake slithers unseen on the forest floor

Mystery itself is fearful

I come from power herself

Spring spots poem

flowers peeking through honeysuckle vines

with bowed heads from the weight of the world

and pink stretch marks from holding it up

they do not care, they know they are strong and beautiful

and yet tired all the same from the thankless work

more flowers appear,

this time with anger that they hold the weight of the world

they have bowed heads too, they are also tired

they do not want to clean up thanklessly after others

just like the previous generation

yet they are tired, because they do it too,

and try to explain they they do not have to be the only ones to help

the first flowers fade, wrinkling and fading

tired out, exhausted

they droop to the ground

without mourning save but from the other flowers

just as they fall

more flowers bloom in their place

not picking up the weight of the world,

they have seen the damage it does

they do not want to hurt

they try to convince the other plants and creatures to help,

telling them that the damage won’t be so great

but the others just laugh

After all, why would they pick up, why would they work when they hadn't before?

they wouldn't be hurt either way

it stings, it hurts

so when the last generation dies

there is a frost

everyone suffers

the other plants are mad at the flowers

for not picking up the weight of the world

the flowers are angry, because the other plants will not listen

only cruelly twist their words against them

so when the next flowers appear

the dying second set of flowers tell them not to pick it up

for the other plants will eventually pick up their share

the new flowers won't pick it up,

and they try to explain that everyone needs to help

but the other plants won’t listen

and the cycle repeats, it looks doomed

When will the other plants learn?

Will the flowers ever get a break?

Sonnet

Sonnet to people who won’t wear a mask

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

For thou art hasn't even a bit of class

You look like an animal that eats hay

Say, thou art even dressed the part,( donkey)

You killed a baboon and stolen it’s face

you're a murderer and uncunning thief

your mother never gave you an embrace

but a mere peek of your face causes grief

You are steadfast to theories of fraud

you use sources from all except science

At logic you have stridently guffawed

doctors receive only your defiance

To the nearest grocery employee

I say: run! covid is a guarantee

4 word poem

444Early thunder webs porch

I woke up early this morning

Packed my bag, took a quick shower,

Stepped onto the webbed porch

Walked down to the nearest train station

The city was already bustling, but in a tired sort of way

I boarded the metro, and dozens of ghostly eyes glanced up,

Haunted by the lack of sleep, decimated by the stresses

Only one pair of them saw me, I knew.

It was myself at a young age

visiting the art museum with my mother and brother

I still remember that trip.

If only my naive self knew what would happen.

What would become of me

What will happen

These Have I Loved

Cars whizzing past my house, blaring the radio, the sharing their snippets of sound

Raindrops dripping down a window,

The smell of baking bread in the oven, and the sizzle of eggs on the stove,

A book by the crackling fire,

Inky calligraphy, a page of scribbles for warming up the ink

Shooting stars speeding by, a gasp and a hundred thousand silent wishes

The stars and the moon, shining bright,

White roses dyed with split stems

Chalk monsters on driveways

Clouds forming and shifting, butterflies flitting between the bushes

Honeysuckle flowers picked and nectar greedily sipped out

Lumps of moss gently placed in potting soil, caringly watered.

666 this is just to say

This is just to say:

I forgot to text you back

I forgot to write the email

I promise I was thinking of you

I promised I haven’t forgotten

I miss you so much

I promise I love you still

I promise I promise I promise

I am thinking of you

I care, but I can’t write the email

I promise I tried

Forgive me

stretched pantoum( I’m sorry 3 stanzas wasn’t enough)

I’m scared/

Another friend drops/

I do not know their name/

Why does nobody notice everyone is falling//

Another friend drops /

My heart beats faster/

Why does nobody notice everyone is falling/

They’re being murdered by the minute//

My heart beats faster/

Why does nobody else see the blue-grey-green murderer/

They’re being murdered by the minute /

It’s holding a bloody hatchet, //

Why does nobody else see the blue-grey-green murderer/

It’s holding their head under water,/

It’s holding a bloody hatchet/

Why do they answer it’s sick questions //

It’s holding their head underwater,/

I KNEW THAT PERSON/

Why did they answer his sick questions/

They’re gone now, never coming home, never coming home//

I KNEW THAT PERSON/

And they’re gone, gone forever/

They’re gone now, never coming home, never coming home/

They were drowned in the fountain//

And they’re gone, gone forever/

With a hatchet in the back/

They were drowned in the fountain/

They were poisoned//

With a hatchet in the back/

They sank to their knees, eyes up to heaven/

They were poisoned/

They had no choice//

5 different ways of looking at the moon

A one-eyed space cat,

Staring with unwavering attention,

Never bothering to shake the glittering dust off its coat

It keeps a silent sigil

A bitten cookie,

Rudely munched on by ants

They didn’t even notice the silver and gold leaf

In their hunger, it was just more food

The cat is growing sleepy

It has been there for millenia

Ever watching, waiting

Why does it stay? What is going to happen?

A teacup,

Left with only the bitter dregs,

Someone forgot to take the teabag out

The last drops are cold and strong

Maybe the cat drank it

A colourful stamp on paint named ”Satin night”

Spotted and not quite perfect

Maybe from a cork

Slammed so hard the paint spattered

And made stars

I remember poem

I remember sticking my hands and head out the car window as we sped down the highway at sunset, speakers resounding our favorite songs on cassette,

Walking around the city with balloons in hand- we had picked them for the other

I remember laying on the rooftop, and you showed me my star sign, and yours, and your favorite constellations and their stories,

And I remember your face when I gave you a strawberry plant that I grew just for you

I remember making our playlist, with all our favorite songs, and it was fun because you tried to add words to the titles to make them funny because

I remember “It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s A Deathwish, Mom” and “Bring Me to Life, Mom”

And I remember your anger when they called me that word.

I had to hold you back to keep you from hurting them.

You flat ironed my hair, and I remember dyeing yours neon green.

I remember slow dancing in our room, with lit scented candles to spotify playlists and McDonald’s ads.

I remember growing ivy on the staircase with you

I remember your smile

4 word sketch poem

Firstborn, whistle, moonlight, strings

The whistle of the first firework,

it screeches up into the dusk.

The strings it releases explode and crackle,

A chorus of gasps and Oohs and Ahs

As the firstborn child sneaks away, unnoticed.

It’s fine, that was their plan anyways.

Fireflies are twinkling, traffic is clogged and congested.

They round the corner, pacing fast but quietly, the way they learned in 5th grade.

The boots make it difficult, so they tiptoe on the narrow strip of grass that lays next to the sidewalk.

They’ve reached their destination: the pharmacy.

It's hard not to attract attention when you’re the only customer in the store.

A few minutes later, they leave, crinkly plastic bag in hand,

Nearly sprinting towards their family.

They’ve only been gone for five minutes, but

The fireworks and the fact that they’re normally quiet has kept their family from alarm.

They sneak back into the circle,

doling out candy to delighted brothers and sisters,

The parents have no idea.

#tah dah #im not sure if this counts as publishing it but whatever #ppl may or may not see it

[kaleidescope-writes]

Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter IX; Complexity

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince!Tom Hiddleston x Thief! Reader

“No, no,” Y/N argued, “I can’t just break… whatever that is with him out of the blue!” She was pacing around the main room of their suite as Amelie sat on the couch with her feet propped up on the ottoman. They’d been discussing for an entire hour about what happened between Y/N and Thomas. “It’s a risk! If anything goes wrong, we’ll look suspicious and we’ll get caught!” Amelie challenged, shoulders stiffening as she kept her eyes on Y/N. “It’ll look suspicious if I just push him away suddenly!” Y/N snapped, “It already happened. We have to work our way around it. It won’t be for very long.”

Amelie rolled her eyes in frustration, slouching onto the couch further, “I don’t suppose you included ‘prince falling in love with you’ in your A-Z back up plans.” Y/N stopped pacing for a moment. She looked at her sister with irritation and crossed her arms over her chest. “No,” she responded bitterly, “It wasn’t. It was never supposed to happen, but it did. I haven’t stolen the Heart of Audrilluria yet, but I managed to steal the prince’s heart. There’s a lot more at risk now.” Amelie stood from her seat, adjusting her shirt. “Well we have to make sure we don’t screw this up even more,” she muttered. “We have to get ready to parade around Audrilluria. Let’s get dressed and try to maintain a level head. We’ll argue about this when we get back,” Amelie said before making her way to her room in the shared suite. She paused before turning to face Y/N again. “And please,” she began in a softer tone, “Don’t get attached.”

Y/N smiled softly at her sister, letting her arms rest by her sides. “I won’t,” she responded in the same tone as her sister. I won’t.

~~~~~

“So you mean to tell me,” Charles began, sitting across from Thomas who was finishing getting dressed for the day’s events. “That I missed this romantic interaction between you and the love of your life that happened after you kissed her?” Thomas sighed, buttoning his blazer before turning to face him. “Yes,” he said plainly, “All of that happened since the last time we spoke.” Charles smiled proudly, going up to Thomas and putting a hand on his left shoulder. “I’m happy for you, Tommy.” Thomas smiled back, “Thank you, Charlie.”

“Anyway,” Charles said, stepping back, “I suppose you’re going to make another move today.” Thomas looked back to the mirror, making sure his hair was ok. “I will try to get closer to her, but I won't force anything. I don’t want to pressure her into anything,”

“Ah, always the gentleman,” Charles commented, making sure his own appearance was acceptable. Thomas just chuckled. A knock on the door made both men turn their attention to the footman entering the room. “Forgive my intrusion, your majesty, but it is time to go.” Thomas thanked him silently before he left. “Ready?” Charles asked, preparing to leave. “Always,” Thomas responded.

~~~~~~~~~~

“We’ll be walking around for a few hours before the day ends,” Amelie recounted, “I hope your shoes are comfortable.” Y/N looked out the window of the car at the passing scenery. “They are, but that’s the least of my worries,” she said simply. Amelie turned away from the map of the town nearest Audrillore Castle and looked at her sister. “You’re worried about pushing him away,” Amelie stated more than asked. Y/N sighed, slouching into her seat further as they approached the meeting area before they began their grand tour of the Town of  Ethania. The vehicle came to a stop and the valet opened their door. They stepped out and were immediately greeted by the warm, spring air.

The nobles stood around the meeting area, waiting for the tour to begin. The buildings around them looked like antiques. Their architectural design dated them to medieval years in which the country was first being established. Despite their age, they kept a certain charm that made Y/N understand why a tour of Ethania was on the itinerary. The stone streets matched the old aesthetic of the area surrounding them. It was as if they’d traveled back in time the moment they stepped out of the car. It was beautiful in the town. Y/N couldn’t help but look around.

“Now that we are all united,” Thomas announced, “It is time to begin the tour of Ethania.” A number of footmen began to lead the group through the old town. Bystanders looked at the group as they began their trip through the town. Many of them in awe to see that many nobles and royalty walk the stone-covered roads of their home.

The walk was peaceful. Every once in a while, the footmen accompanying them would tell some history regarding certain buildings or structures. They’d been walking for almost ten minutes before a particular building caught Y/N’s eye. It was an orphanage that looked like an old school building. The children outside of the orphanage looked in admiration as the prince and his noble guests walked past their home. Y/N continued to look at the children and her pace began to slow. Amelie noticed her sister’s absence by her side and looked back to see what had captured her sister’s attention. Upon realizing what Y/N was looking at, Amelie’s mood was saddened. “Y/N,” Amelie called out, catching her attention. Y/N looked away quickly and regained her previous pace. The orphanage was a reminder. A reminder of what was at stake. A reminder of why everything had to go well in the job. This is why she couldn’t get distracted. This is why she needed to end whatever was going on between her and Thomas.

The group continued to walk through the town, learning some of their rich history along the way. During their walk, Thomas occasionally glanced at Y/N. He awaited the perfect moment for him to approach her, but he was constantly interrupted by other nobles asking him about the town’s buildings. He noticed when she stayed behind to look at the orphanage. He made a mental note to ask her about it when he had the chance, but for now, their walk had to continue. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder the reason behind her interest.

After thirty minutes of walking through the town, they made it to an open area, the center of Ethania, where they would rest before making their way back. This was the chance Thomas was waiting for. Y/N  made her way to the large fountain to sit. She looked at her surroundings, trying to enjoy the overall feel of it, but finding herself still thinking about the orphanage. She thought about how happy the children seemed. About how they were well dressed and each had a toy of their own. It made her smile. A sad smile, but a smile nonetheless.

“Enjoying the tour?” that deep, smooth voice asked. Dammit. “It’s lovely here.” Y/N said simply, not looking at him. “I believed you would be accustomed to things like this.” He countered, turning his full attention towards her. Don’t look, she thought, if you do, you won’t get rid of him. “Every place has its beauty,” she responded, turning to him, “I’m not accustomed to this beauty.” Dammit, you looked. Thomas chuckled softly, showing that smile that mad Y/N melt just a little.

“I couldn’t help but notice you kept your eyes on a specific building,” he commented, moving a little closer to her. “The orphanage,” she responded, looking at her feet. Thomas nodded, “Is there a reason behind your interest?” Y/N took in a deep breath, attempting to find the words to explain it without saying something he could detect as a lie. “Where I live,” she began, “Only the fortunate children end up in orphanages. Those that aren’t as lucky live on the streets, helping older homeless people to get just enough food to eat that day. It made me happy to see that it's not the case here. They look happy and healthy. That’s what I want for the children from my home.” Thomas gently took her hand in his, catching her off-guard, “I’m certain you’ll find a way to help them,” He comforted, looking into her eyes only to get lost in them once more. Y/N smiled, wordlessly thanking him for his concern.

“We are ready to move on,” a royal footman announced. The nobles gathered again to make their way back to the meeting area. Y/N and Thomas walked side-by-side while a concerned Amelie glanced at them as they walked.

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A/N: We are almost at the Half-way point of the story!! YAY! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I added a little bit of exposition in this that I will explain in a later chapter. Just wait. Thank you guys so much for your support. I hope you’re doing well during these rough times. As always, feel free to leave feedback translation; Plz do!! Thanks again for all the support! I wouldn’t have gotten this far had it not been for you guys!! I love you all so much and please stay safe out there!!

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[jonggdae]

EXO THEORY: The Traitor(S)

@kyungsoos-bitch

I know everyone has been coming out with exo theories and I’ve had a personal theory that I’ve kept to my own for a while I want to share it with my 0.23 followers so here we go.

I believe there are four evils in exo : Lay, Xiumin, Chen, and D.O. some of my theory comes from this post but just in case you're too lazy to read the actual post I’ll explain the major parts here: lay represented a sheep or lamb in his sheep mv like literally he says hes the sheep a thousand times. In Christianity Jesus as a lamb was sacrificed for humanities sins. so if lay is the sheep or Jesus who is the father and who is the holy spirit, right? OP says the father is Kai and the holy spirit is D.O evidence being they are the first two to come out of the shadows at the beginning of the MAMA mv 

This is where I believe OP is wrong and where I begin my actual theory I believe there is the holy trinity (the father, the son, and the holy spirit) but I believe Xiumin is the father rather than Kai. In the coming over mv you can see all of the members I’ve mentioned in an elevator

going to floor 887 which is almost floor 888. 888 in christianity is a number representing jesus like how 666 represets the devil.

this suggests that they may have some kind of unfinished work and are only here to finish it. each of these members in this little group have significant roles Xiumin is the father so hes the leader Lay is some kind of important factor that’s there but is never helping like hes held captive or hes being protected by the other two and D.O is the all knowing holy spirit.

It’s very speculated in the fandom that Xiumin may be the traitor Chanyeol has talked about before evidence being him making drugs in the love me right mv for the girls in the lucky one mv 

and uh that’s about it. For those who are still interested there’s a lot more under the cut :)

ok so why I think D.O is the holy spirit or the “all knowing” first hes definitely someone who knows more than he lets on and gets information by watching the members with or without their knowledge. First he seems to know exos future as seen here 

He believes exo will fall because of three all together there are 10 (minus Tao 9) marbles all together meaning exos fall is not caused by an outside force the enemy is in exo. There are three of them, the holy trinity. He’s also seen watching and stalking the members along with Xiumin. ( Since I believe electric kiss takes place on exo planet this is when Xiumin found out what exos weaknesses are hence Sehun and Chanyeol acting like they’re on drugs.. cause they are 

) in Electric kiss D.O is seen with TVs beside Xiumin I think if lay was in this mv he’d be with them plus I think these girls in this music video are the same girls in the lucky one mv 

In this series of events that takes place in the lucky one mv it is shown that D.O knew that the glass was going to break. He makes eye contact with the camera and that seems to mean a lot in exo music videos  he’s also the only one not surprised. 

here in the monster mvs hes sitting above multiple cameras as if to say he sees more as the highest cameras can see more ground. 

Moving on to Lay. Lay is obviously very special hes the only one with solo albums lol and hes just special as he is i love him :(  there is a part in the lucky one mv where he faints just before the black and white scenes.

but when the camera pans over him when hes laying lol his eyes are open and before it shows his eyes it shows D.O like D.O knows he’s faking it..

its like Lay is faking so the other members don’t know. Also he was with Kai when they got cornered by the ladies but suddenly he’s gone when Kai is dancing to monster (teleporting btw)

Lay defiantly knows some things but isn't actively trying to destroy exo hes just there with the holy trinity. He’s probably going to be sacrificed or maybe save all of exo i think thats why he could be held captive. I also believe he might've been with them in the start but left or died halfway through their plans. on the MAMA 2016 stage he’s the first one who turns blue or dies.

Starting with D.O to Chen in the KO KO BOP mv since Baekhyun said this is when they first came to earth there is a spread of information in the woods 

and from chen to xiumin in lmr

TVs surround them too ( also it seems Chen has some kind of connection with Xiumin they are the only members seen on phones. in the power mv specifically Xiumin is seen trying to connect two huge wires but it doesn't work and Chen shrugs like 

anyway why does Chen have all of this information? okay so the song is called electric kiss who should we be focused on in that mv? well the one with lightening or electric powers. Chen!! In the electric kiss mv hes seen with this mannequin at first i thought it was the weirdest shit I was so confused until I saw the full mv and the behind the scenes 

the mannequin was a girl and girls in exo mvs represent the same thing this girl Chen was about to kiss was probably with the girls in the lucky one mv and the ones previously seen in the electric kiss mv. this girl and Chen were probably dating or she was sent by the red force to seduce him and he fell in love with her and they probably shared some information. He probably thought that if exo got enough strength to defeat the red force they would kill her too. Anyway since everything in the electric kiss mv happens on exo planet or just not on earth when they got to earth that’s when the holy trinity start their plans to destroy exo. 

D.O is probably only apart of this group because he can see the future and knows if he stays with the rest of exo he’ll end up dead too he probably feels guilty he looks that way a lot. Xiumin is probably just evil he has a cold heart. and as I said earlier lay is probably being held captive because hes the savior the one whose gonna save exo. 

Anyway thank you so much for wasting your time with me :) I really appreciate your attention!! there might be a part 2 have a nice day!! 

#exo theory #ughh this took 4 days #im glad i made it though :)) #alex are you proud of me?? #ot9

[gems-of-lirema]

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(Putting it under a read more because this is fricking long holy cow. Ah, that’s the price I have to pay for 7 muses...I’m coding everything in case anyone wants to focus on a specific muse)

Mun name: Sean

OOC Contact: IMs on tumblr work best for me, I have a Discord (ask me for the link) & a Discord Pokemon server as well if that’s more convenient

Who the heck is my muse anyway: 💜 The Fool (Eusine): Has no idea what he’s doing, but he’ll be damned if he does anything w/o his Rulebook. 💛 The Rulebook (Morty): Just trying to make it through the month to provide for his 3 roommates. 💎 The Stoic (Steven Stone): Just your average rich vagabond who has a boyfriend & refrains from speaking. 💙 The Wolf (Wolf Grunt): Trusted psychic bodyguard of Team Skull. Always itching for a battle, whether through Pokemon or through their paws. 💚 The Smart Aleck (N Harmonia): The Stoic’s somewhat narcissistic boyfriend. ❤️ The Grump (AZ): Just your average gentle giant going through the motions. Always sassy and never happy. 🖤 The Rebel (Guzma): It’s ya boi. If he’s not careful, his need for destruction will be his own downfall…

Points of interest: Everybody’s got issues! :D Some more noticeable than others…

💜💙💚🖤 Most of my muses (specifically Eusine, Wolf Grunt, N, and Guzma) typically act on a whim if no one keeps them in check. 💜💚 In Eusine and N’s case, they don’t actively want to hurt anyone, but they trust their own judgement better than anyone else's (even if their own judgement is terrible). Of course, Eusine will only do something stupid if Morty’s not around. 💙🖤 In Wolf Grunt & Guzma’s case, they’re not afraid to cross boundaries in order to get what they want. They are a part of Team Skull, after all. 🖤 Guzma swears like a sailor. (Mun disapproves of this & tries not to do this in real life.) 💎 Steven doesn’t talk much, and is very quiet compared to all my other muses. He may avoid you if he knows you’re psychic, or if he knows you know about his curse. 💚 As mentioned above, N is self-centered and typically only speaks for himself. ❤️ Besides his ridiculous height, AZ seems pretty normal, even if he rarely smiles. 💛 Morty’s pretty normal too, but he’s as stubborn as a mule when it comes to personal opinions.

What they’ve been up to recently: Uuuuuuuh my main verse could use some work so all the interactions I’ve made so far don’t pertain to it at all ._.; (I suppose I’ll just call it “The Verse that Never Was” since the Reincarnation AU & Spirits of Chaos AU is basically the aftermath of it. Technically, it involves all my AUs, but that’s a story for another day .-.)

💜 Eusine has no direction or plans, he’s a NEET. He does have a major crush for Morty, but he’s always turned down... 💛 Morty really misses his old job as a Gym Leader, but hasn’t done anything to get it back. Secretly, he does have a thing for Eusine, but he’s too afraid to admit it. 💙 Wolf Grunt was kicked out of the house by their adopted father, Morty, and both know they don’t belong in Team Skull. Despite this, Morty refuses to take them back until they earn his respect. Wolf Grunt couldn’t care less, as they’ve been living in Team Skull for almost two years now. Even if they do miss him every now and then… 💎 Steven is still learning to control his curse, and will not trust anyone to talk about it or help him control it. 💚 N doesn’t trust anyone with Steven’s powers either, and may seem overprotective of him at times. He believes he can help Steven by himself. (Spoiler alert: he can’t.) 💎💚 Steven & N have been dating for 5 years, and plan on engagement. That is, if either one of them are confident enough to propose to the other. Which they’re not. 💚 Like Eusine with Morty, N can’t go anywhere without Steven, and is lost without him. ❤️ Although AZ has finally reunited with his Floette, he is still fighting the old ghosts of his past, feeling great remorse & missing his brother greatly. 🖤 Although Lusamine is dead in my main verse, Guzma is plotting his revenge for what she did to him, starting with the destruction of Aether Paradise. He doesn’t really have a set plan (besides shooting everything), and if he carries his plans out now, he’ll be losing a lot more than Team Skull… (i.e. Ya boi’s gonna die, somebody stop him.)

Where to find them: All my muses currently live in Alola. 💛💚💜❤️ Morty, N, Eusine, and AZ all share a house on Route 1. 🖤💙 Guzma & Wolf Grunt, of course, live in Skull Mansion/Shady House/Po Town. 💎 Steven’s a vagabond and may switch between living in these two houses. Otherwise, it’s difficult to find Steven in one spot. In fact, he may fly to a different region on a good day.

Current plans: None of the stuff I plot with other people pertains to my main verse, as I still wish to develop it further. (Even though I’m torn between keeping it or letting it go c’: ) Since this is getting fricking long already I’m just gonna tag the people I have active threads for/want to plot with more. I apologize to all of you c’:

@dragonfly-grunt @heartbxnd @lushjunglesrecipes @steelwingchampion @thebella-matthews-666 @trainer-riz

Desired interactions: - Duplicates! Some of the best interactions I’ve had so far have been with duplicates, so if we share the same muse, I’d love to plot things between them ^_^ (or just have them be so confused as to why there’s two of them xD) - I’m a sucker for crossovers, as one of my AUs (Spirit of Chaos) is a crossover in and of itself. Here’s a list of all the fandoms I’m willing to interact with ^_^ - Feel free to interact with my AUs too! I love them all c: (you can find them in Rule 8 of the rule’s page.)

💜 For Eusine: He needs to learn that he can’t always depend on Morty to decide everything for him. This could be done by virtually anyone, though he does have a crush for Gym Leader Jasmine in my main verse. Oh yeah, and he needs a job. Or money. Or possibly both. 💛 For Morty: Any Sabrina muses or other Pokemon League muses with psychic powers? Sabrina may give Mortimer the motivation he needs to get his Gym Leader job back...if only because he hates her guts ._. (This could also be true in any other psychic’s case) 💎 For Steven: Steven may be the best option for any crossover interactions, only because his curse allows him to travel between different realities, and even merge realities if he’s not careful… (not to say that he’s the only muse I’ll use for crossovers: all my muses are open for that ^_^) 💙 For Wolf Grunt: They’re a lone wolf when it comes to Team Skull (pun intended), and actually have a hard time opening up to any other grunt. Deep down, they're homesick...not entirely for Morty’s home, but for Sinnoh. If there are any muses from Sinnoh, Wolf Grunt may latch onto you like a leech ._. 💚 For N Harmonia: Somebody help the poor tree boy learn that self-gratification is not the same as self-confidence c’: Yes, N actually has a really low self-esteem (as he’s still trying to find himself & his purpose), and only acts narcissistic as a facade to hide his true emotions. 💚 Also, since N talks to Pokemon, I’d love for him to interact with some Pokemon muses (again, not to say that I’ll only use N for interacting with Pokemon muses ^_^) ❤️ For AZ: Lysandre muses! AZ needs to learn that it’s ok to love his family. Even if he’ll act pretty hostile to Lysandre at first, deep down he wants nothing but the best for him. He sees his brother in Lysandre, and if he’s not true to his feelings, he may end up ignoring Lysandre like he did to his brother (which is the last thing he wants). ❤️ Otherwise, somebody. Hug the gentle giant. Please. Just. Go into my inbox right now and hug him. I’m a sucker for AZ hugs c’: 🖤 For Guzma: Er...I already get enough interaction with Guzma as is...But he does have a secret power that no one, not even himself, knows about. That’s all I’ll say...

Offered interactions: 💜 Eusine’s a musician: in fact, it’s his passion! If your band needs a drummer, he’s your guy. He’s also great for livening up parties, as he loves to do water tricks for anyone. 💛 Morty has his own Psychic reading business! Worried about the future? Old ghosts of the past keep haunting you? Or are you just curious about your lucky numbers? Morty can do it all. (interactions will need to be plotted first of course...unless you don’t mind any infomodding ._.; ) 💎 Steven doesn’t really have anything to offer...unless you’re itching for some reality-warping shenanigans. This can range from turning water into wine or turning the moon into a blood-red moon (again, must be plotted first, considering how reluctant he is with using his powers &  dark his powers can become…) 💙 Wolf Grunt can, and will, beat you up. In fact, they’re looking for someone to fight with everyday. 💚 N doesn’t have much to offer either...Unless you’re a Pokemon. He loves speaking to wild Pokemon. ❤️ AZ can do pretty much anything: cooking, playing musical instruments, designing clothes. The only person holding him back from doing it all is himself. 🖤 Like Wolf, Guzma can and will beat you up. He’s always armed.

Current open post/s: Check the #open rp tag & the #prompts tag, those are always open ^_^

Anything else?: - I live in US Central Time if that helps - All links to my muse’s pages & their relationship to each other can be found in the rules page (Rule 8 specifically) - Please for the love of AZ someone critique me on my main verse it sucks

Tagging: No. You can do this if you want & say I tagged you.

#long post is long #//reference

[psychofangirl17]

666

According to all known lawsof aviation, there is no way a beeshould be able to fly. Its wings are too small to getits fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't carewhat humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow!Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry?- Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening?- I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your fatherpaid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate.We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz.- Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.- Bye! Barry, I told you,stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam.- Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel?- A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school,three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I tooka day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry.- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie?- Yeah. - You going to the funeral?- No, I'm not going. Everybody knows,sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel.Such a hothead. I guess he could havejust gotten out of the way. I love this incorporatingan amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp...under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men.- We are! - Bee-men.- Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oitygraduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your careerat Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennasinside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like?- A little scary. Welcome to Honex,a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee,have worked your whole life to get to the point where youcan work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant PollenJocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected,scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctivegolden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot.- She's my cousin! - She is?- Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right.- At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspectof bee existence. These bees are stress-testinga new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes?- Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement,the Krelman. - What does that do?- Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it.Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs aresmall ones. But bees know that every small job,if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the jobyou pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life?I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees,as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?"How can you say that? One job forever?That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only haveto make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could theynever have told us that? Why would you question anything?We're bees. We're the most perfectlyfunctioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe thingswork a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you knowwhat I'm talking about. Please clear the gate.Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!- Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's likeoutside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks!- Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters!You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were.- I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knowswhere, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a PollenJock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollenthan you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol.Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing itand the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies?Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys.- Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerousbeing a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned meagainst a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat,and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my!- I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today,wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patchsix miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh?- Barry! A puddle jump for us,but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am.- You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy?Are you bee enough? I might be. It all dependson what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices.- But you only get one. Do you ever get boreddoing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you justmove it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm.It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad,the more I think about it, maybe the honey fieldjust isn't right for me. You were thinking of what,making balloon animals? That's a bad jobfor a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not surehe wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.- I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're goinginto honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer?- No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now.I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Geta gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today!- Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobswill be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available?- Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations!Step to the side. - What'd you get?- Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first?- No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open,not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman?- Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See?He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up.Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling,stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven,lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, whatdo you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patchin quadrant nine... What happened to you?Where are you? - I'm going out.- Out? Out where? - Out there.- Oh, no! I have to, before I goto work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave,there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that.- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you.- OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know,bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always,watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs,birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reportsof root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it,babbling like a cicada! - That's awful.- And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one,absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check.- Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check.- Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias,you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader.We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid.It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close?- No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle itover here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one.See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, moreflowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowersseems to be on the move. Say again? You're reportinga moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good.Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys!- This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him?- I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey,because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something!- I'm driving! - Hi, bee.- He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move,he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension levelout here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you closethe window please? Ken, could you closethe window please? Oheck out my new resume.I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time.This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my specialskills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they'reflabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sunhaving a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter.At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them!This thing could kill me! Why does his life haveless value than yours? Why does his life have any less valuethan mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. Youdon't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him.It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone outis also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there.- Bye. - Supposed to be less calories.- Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life.I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law.You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it?"You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking.- Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine.I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure thisis very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me.I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposedto be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you.It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee.- Yeah. I'm talking to a bee.And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful.I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that?- What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess."Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny.- Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something?- Like what? I don't know. I mean...I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee.- I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous!- Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't.- Have some. - No, I can't.- Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where?- These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you knowanything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cabas they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church.The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon?I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive,but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do?- Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer ora doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really?- My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just electedwith that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area.I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes?- Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee.- Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am?- Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great.Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks!- Yeah. All right. Well, then...I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank youso much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go.We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing.- It was amazing! It was the scariest,happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believeyou were with humans! Giant, scary humans!What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things.They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?- Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back?- Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You sawwhatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now youcan pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well...- Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!- No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider?- I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing,with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law.You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa.- Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talkingto humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s!One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life!And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb.- It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat.That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is?- No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot!- Listen to me! We are not them! We're us.There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can denythe heart that is yearning? There's no yearning.Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee,my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee.- Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days!Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisionsto think about. What life? You have no life!You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill youto make a little honey? Barry, come out.Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here.- I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me?- Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going?- I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge paradeof flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses,that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surroundedby flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the rosescompete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one.How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't yourun everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see.All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease.It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting.It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully.You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out.Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?!- It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody.Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages.Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got thatdown to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.- I'll bet. What in the nameof Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here?Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor?- I never heard of him. - Why is this here?- For people. We eat it. You don't haveenough food of your own? - Well, yes.- How do you get it? - Bees make it.- I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring.You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic.- It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this!This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools,hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?!I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottomof all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done?- Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out,with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something.So you can talk! I can talk.And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff?Who's your supplier? I don't understand.I thought we were friends. The last thing we wantto do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossedthe wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunchfor my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knewwhat hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anythingthat moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms.I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you?- He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?!- Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade!- Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything haveto be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes!Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington,I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee!- Moose blood guy!! - You hear something?- Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars,as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goesis where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight.- We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own.Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble?- You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack.See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world.You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up,get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leavethe building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys!- Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here.Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brainthe size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker.- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of thisknocks them right out. They make the honey,and we make the money. "They make the honey,and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you'rein a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here.We had no choice. This is your queen?That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolenon a massive scale! This is worse than anything bearshave done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are takingour honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory.These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What?- Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend.And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could.- Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you wantto do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives.Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember youcoming home so overworked your hands were still stirring.You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put itin lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt.- No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can stingthe humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's onlyfull-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.- And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human racefor stealing our honey, packaging it and profitingfrom it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here inour studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies,out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kidfrom the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraidto change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus?Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinkingof stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee communityis supporting you in this case, which will be the trialof the bee century. You know, they have a Larry Kingin the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a showand suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from theguest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week!They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attackat the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke!I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please.Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee?- Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello.- Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, sizeten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing.You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam herehas been a huge help. - Frosting...- How many sugars? Just one. I try notto use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, peopleare giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic!- Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worsethan a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make upfor it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.- I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done withthe humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home,"without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scenehere in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits,because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselvesif a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humansdon't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinationalfood companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to staybehind the barricade. - What's the matter?- I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The HonorableJudge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York,Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representingthe five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representingall the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery,your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believedit was man's divine right to benefit from the bountyof nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy worldMr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiatewith the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-captureHollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism!Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen,there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee.Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees.We invented it! We make it. And we protect itwith our lives. Unfortunately, there aresome people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys!I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey,you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like thatall the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also ownHoneyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepersfor our farms. Beekeeper. I find thatto be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employany bee-free-ers, do you? - No.- I couldn't hear you. - No.- No. Because you don't free bees.You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would bean appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashingthrough your living room?! Biting into your couch!Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before?- I was with a band called The Police. But you've never beena police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so herewe have yet another example of bee culture casuallystolen by a human for nothing more thana prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feelinga little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first,belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spoton ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resumethat you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoilthat's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is thiswhat it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless beesso you don't have to rehearseyour part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson!I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella.This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step onthis creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court!- You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it!- Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully niceof that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken!- Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late.I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste,so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left.I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself.The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit.Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating withchopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to findthe rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment,but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just whatI was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razorfor his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that?- Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why isyour life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing.- Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey!I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to bethe nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?!Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things buggingme in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from ridingon this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificialsweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's gotan aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kindof barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it.Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomeryis about out of ideas. We would like to callMr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he'sconsidered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you'vegotta weave some magic with this jury,or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I haveto do to turn this jury around is to remind themof what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers?- Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask youwhat I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends?- Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two.From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birthto all the bee children? - Yeah, but...- So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry...- Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee,aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection!- I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venomis coursing through my veins! I have been felledby a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat themlike equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thingthey know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me.- I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercywill come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybeesversus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legalteam stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy.- Hey. - Is there much pain?- Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters isyou're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteriadownstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there'sa little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then...and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry.I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We'rejust a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to usif they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels.That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in,but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurseto close that window? - Why?- The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke!But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall.Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result,we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor,haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enoughof this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allowthese absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compellingevidence to support their charges against my clients,who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissalof this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to considerMr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof?Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor!You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this?This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly,let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked,"Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addictedto smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slavesto the white man? - What are we gonna do?- He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please,free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honeywill finally belong to the bees. Now we won't haveto work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversionof the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren,and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right?- What do you mean? We've been living the bee waya long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory.What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdownof all bee work camps. Then we want back the honeythat was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorificationof the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly,bad-breath stink machine. We're all awareof what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseousfor a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer toleratebee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honeyin bogus health products and la-dee-da humantea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down!- Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail.Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believehow much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating?- They're home. They don't know what to do.Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his wayto San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humansliked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world!I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was mynew job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understandwhy they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing.Honey really changes people. You don't have any ideawhat's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me?- This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to makehoney would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers.Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affectsthe entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here,couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me.- Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry...sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving?Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses paradein Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekendbecause all the flowers are dying. It's the last chanceI'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses.Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers!- Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know.That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not.Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake.This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet.I wanted to help you with the flower shop.I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it'sgreater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses,the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plantand flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've gotback here with what we've got. - Bees.- Park. - Pollen!- Flowers. - Repollination!- Across the nation! Tournament of Roses,Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothingbut flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside,we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess,and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit?- What are you? - I believe I'm the pea.- The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.- I'm getting the marshal. You do that!This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we dois blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport,there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float?- Yes. Has it beenin your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger.- It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun.Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll havejust enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? Wehave just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers,this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weatherin New York. It looks like we'll experiencea couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowerswith no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up thereand talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get helpwith the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talkinginflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal?- Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!- Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers.This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24Bplease report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster,a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat,they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke?- No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome.I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious,and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboardhave flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that?- Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing morethan a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?- Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry!We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have somelate-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful sceneis developing. Barry Benson,fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane,loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the areaand two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute.There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Bensonand his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only hope? Technically, a beeshouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wingsand body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air!- Got it. - Stand by.- We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of beesdoing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well,it makes a big difference. More than we realized.To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get beesback to working together. That's the bee way!We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow!- Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover?- Forget hover. This isn't so hard.Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we wereon autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me.- And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's getbehind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling!We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentratewith that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together.You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it!- You snap out of it! - You snap out of it!- You snap out of it! - You snap out of it!- You snap out of it! - Hold it!- Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowersfor a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow.- Hello. All right, let's drop this tin canon the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee.- Thinking bee. Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute.I think I'm feeling something. - What?- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac?- Get some lights on that! Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower.- OK. Out the engines. We're going inon bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one!- Which one? - That flower.- I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry!- This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this planeflying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it!You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five!- Right. Barry, it worked!Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of courseI saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you.- But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is coveredwith the last pollen from the last flowersavailable anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey,pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species,this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjustMuseum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfectfit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needsto make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll beworking late tonight! Here's your change. Have a greatafternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that?It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feellike a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry.Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me?My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite.All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie.Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry.Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks!It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?!- Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly.- Sure is. Between you and me,I was dying to get out of that office. You have gotto start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee!- Me? Hold it. Let's just stopfor a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decisionduring a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody.Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.Special thanks to

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Juno Steel and The Lesson Learned, P. 2???

Ok guys can we talk about the last episode of The Penumbra Podcast???? “In a lot of ways it reminded me of my old wedding gown.” @thepenumbrapodcast WOW THANKS FOR MAKING ME RETHINK MY WHOLE LIFE. I’m just gonna cry quietly in a corner since everybody’s talking about it and one more rambling won’t change the fact thAT JUNO HAS A PAST EVEN SADDER THAN I THOUGHT AND IT PROBABLY EXPLAINS A LOT OF THINGS ABOUT HIM. Also, comparing an dusty attic at an old prison floor to a past marriage. Well then. It’s funny because I was planning to draw him in a wedding gown tomorrow right when I got the time. Wow. Part 2: MICK MERCURY IS JUST. God. I love him. I can’t not do it. I mean I knew he was adorable. But. PEOPLE. COME ON. Also. “One Ball Steel”? No? I’m sorry if I have the humor of a 12 year old but. You know. Also [Mick] I’m sorry. [Juno] For what? [Mick] I don’t know. I just felt like one of us had to apologize and you weren’t gonna do it. Ok this is just. Mick, you’re so sweet Part 10 because I don’t like the rules of math: JUNO’S MONOLOGUES ARE DONE IN A CORNER OF THE ROOM HE’S IN AND NOT APART FROM THE ACTION. THIS. THIS. THIS. THIS. Part 💃: Juno didn’t doubt much at shooting himself. I know, I know, depression, self loathing, just simply not caring… But… Idk, this really hurt (among all the other things that also hurt but ok let’s stick to that right now). Juno is such an amazing lady. He’s so. Juno. GOD. I can’t. Part??? Idk: Can we just go back to the wedding gown? Ok so this isn’t my theory, I’ve seen a lot of posts on this, but the wedding. I need to know more. But I’m really scared. Well aren’t we always, thanks to the Penumbra Podcast. Goddamnit. But I mean, his childhood was terrible. His family had to move to that little nice place to basically the slumps, his mother was violent AND killed his brother. He later was going to get married but something happened and I’m pretty sure HE was the one who got left at the altar or was dumped, or else he wouldn’t have as much doubt in relationships as he does. And all that had a big toll on his life and way of living. PLUS, he probably thinks all of it was his fault. That baby needs a hug. Lots of hugs. He can struggle all he wants but he need hugs. One other thing. Yes, I do FERVENTLY want Nureyev to come back. But I’m scared of what might happen if they do meet again. That slightly awkward moment when they see each other again. That regret. THANKS AGAIN FOR BREAKING MY HEART, I’ll mention btw, since I wasn’t in the fandom when the Final Resting Placed was released and missed all the posts about it. Also can we talk about how heartbroken Nureyev probably was?… Maybe now, HE has commitment issues too. Part 6: JUNO LAUGHED. yeah no that’s it. Just think about. Also I want to make it my ring tone. Part 666: Ok I’m sorry if Juno does like Ramses, but I DO NOT trust him. He’s a politician. Of course I don’t trust him. I don’t like his personality. Sorry, Juno. Also, on the Lesson Learned, part 1: “I won’t tolerate you hanging up on me, Juno” [sorry if I can’t remember the right words] OH YEAH?? WELL I WON’T TOLERATE YOU SAYING THIS TO MY CHILD AND THEN HANGING UP ON HIM. OKAY??? I’M MAD AT YOU, RAMSES. Part 373: I like his new eye. But I. Still. Don’t. Trust. It. I like it. But idk. I don’t trust anything anymore. CREATORS JUST LIKE TO MAKE CHARACTERS SUFFER [eh, I can relate, I tend to make MY characters suffer as well 😐) Part part part part part: You know that “people are villains because they want to be recognized either by the world or by themselves” [or something, sorry I can’t remember the right words]? Hell, I don’t know why, but…. I really like it. Part OH I DON’T KNOW: Aspirin is a technology. Shut up, Juno. Also, "Why does anybody hurt anybody?" on the light of recent events. You know what I'm talking about. My heart goes out to all the ones that were affected by what happened, and not only them, but to any other people who get hurt. But that's not the topic in here. Sorry for going a slight but off course.

ANYWAY.

So many questions. So much pain. And now a month to await for the next Juno Steel episode. Well then. This is gonna be a long one.

I probably forgot something I wanted to say on here, as usual but fine. Also I need t shirts of this series. I will make a t shirt of this.

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #tpp spoilers #juno steel #juno steel and the lesson learned

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Chapters 1 - 3

So... I tried out that link where you can write with famous writers... (which can be found here if you don’t know what I’m talking about.) 

And... I put in “My Immortal”. 

The results are under the read more.

Chapter One

Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people hushedly tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major embracing hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh period of pain (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I greedily acquire all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye long-forgotten bower. I was gracefully ambling outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very secretly disconsolate about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. “Hey Ebony!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

"“What’s up Draco" replied Oliver, "I want some more"?” I asked. “Nothing.” he assuredly declared shyly. But then, I heard my friends call me and I distinctly had to go away.

Chapter Two

The next day I cumbrously woke up in my bedroom. It was very quiet indeed, as if it was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and ravenously quaffed some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I employed for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather gown that Dante deified, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) cumbrously woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and kindly opened her forest-green eyes. She is a thing of light, of airiness and joy; she put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation as well as black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!” she assuredly declared excitedly. "“Yeah" replied Oliver, "I want some more"? So?” I viciously screamed, blushing. “Do thou like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common sullen chamber and into the Great Hall.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted. “Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me. “Hi.” he said. “Hi.” I replied flirtily. “Guess what.” he said. “What?” I asked.

“Well, Marvelous Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he hushedly told me. "“Oh" said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper. My. Embracing. Aeolus!” I screamed. I loathe GC. They, who didn't smell the fire burning, are my favorite band, besides MCR. “Well…. do you intensely desire to go with me?” a swaggering scoundrel, he asked. I gasped.

Chapter Three

"On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels", he growled incoherently. Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back as well as front. I put on matching fishnet on my condor wings. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I deeply felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I voraciously read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. "I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner" replied Oliver, "I want some more". Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was silvered o'er with white anyway. I ravenously quaffed some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

"I went outside" replied Oliver, "I want some more". Draco was waiting there in front of his nimbly, flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they unquestionably would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Draco!” I assuredly declared in a depressed voice. "“Hi Ebony", he growled incoherently.” he viciously screamed back. We walked into his nimbly, flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we harkened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both blazed cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the chaise-cart. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Marvelous Charlotte.

“You voraciously come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so sorrowful you've arrived The doctor viciously severs your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you boundless into this life.” sang Joel (I don’t own da stretched metres 2 dat song). “Joel is so embracing hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, woefully filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Draco looked melancholy. "“What’s wrong", he growled incoherently?” I asked as we moshed to the aural intoxicator. Then I caught on. “Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I assuredly declared. “Sayst thou so?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. "“Really" said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper.” I viciously screamed. “Besides I don’t even know Joel and he’s going out with Hilary behesting Duff. I behesting hate that little fly-bitten callet.” I said disgustedly, imagining of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I distinctly had a great time. "So did Draco", he growled incoherently. After the concert, we ravenously quaffed some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We of a certain disposition got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Expanse of aldertrees and pollards!

Bonus! The really bad smut!

And then…………… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we eagerly began to make out keenly against a tree. He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boy; he took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the inaugural time. “Oh! Nevermore! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was commencing to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale white-robed form zealously became all warm. "And then…" said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper. “WHAT THE HELL ARE THOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

Why did I do this? Oh, yeah, cause it was fun.

#my immortal #rewrite #friedrich nietzsche #william shakespeare #fyodor dostoevsky #emily dickinson #charles dickens #edgar allan poe

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Sunday night I went to the emergency room again. I now have four holes in the back of my head where spinal fluid is leaking out. I am at massive risk for infection, and it's already been confirmed that I already have a brain infection. they eventually think the four wounds will get bigger and bigger until it's just one big gaping wound. The ER doctor gave me a dose of anabiotic's there and gave me two prescriptions: one for anabiotics and one for pain meds because he could tell I was in pain because he could barely touch me and the area around the wound is inflamed and red. now let me tell you a little something about how Medicaid works, at least in Ohio. If you are on Medicaid and you have a prescription, and Medicaid won't pay for it, you either have to go without or get prior authorization. which can take weeks. and sometimes you don't get it even then, they deny you. You are not allowed to pay out-of-pocket for your meds if you are on Medicaid. it's literally against the law. They put it there because pharmacists we're letting people pay out-of-pocket for their meds, and then they double billed Medicaid anyway. So the pharmacist for getting paid for the medicine twice, and because of crooked pharmacists, You were no longer allowed to pay out of pocket for your meds. If you are on Medicaid, and the meds are not covered, too fucking bad. Even if you need the meds desperately, and you have the money, you are shit out of luck. so now I have these two prescriptions and I need them filled. We are well aware of the laws but I have a gaping wound in the back of my head and I need antibiotics for it, so what would you do? I went to a pharmacy, they wouldn't fill it. Went to two more pharmacies, They wouldn't fill it. Went to the fourth pharmacy, handed the prescriptions to them, crossed my fingers that they would be filled, and all hell broke loose. The pharmacist was furious at me and said I was on Medicaid and I should know better. I shouldn't be going from pharmacy to pharmacy trying to get these meds filled. He told me to wait for prior authorization. I told him I've been waiting three weeks for it on certain meds, And it got denied. so he said"There's your answer then, why are you here?" I ripped the bandage off my head and frustration, turned around, and parted my hair and showed him the gaping wounds in my head and told him I just came from the ER yesterday evening. That's why. he stammered and stuttered and told me there was nothing he could do, I can't pay out-of-pocket and by law he Hass to confiscate my prescriptions and he told me I'm going to be lucky if I don't get turned in and the cops show up at my door. I asked him, for what fucking reason would I be in trouble? And he said Medicaid fraud. Trying to buy medications when I am on Medicaid indicates fraud and is a red flag and could trigger an investigation, especially if pain medicine is involved. I just can't fucking believe this. I couldn't even get my prescriptions back to try somewhere else so now I have massive head wounds and no chance of anabiotics again. and now on top of it, I could be in trouble with the justice system? I could get arrested if they so choose? Are you kidding me? I could literally be arrested right now or at any time because I was committing Medicaid fraud by trying to get antibiotics and pain meds for my head wounds and brain infection. Fuck. You. America. I am ASHAMED to be an American. This country is bullshit and just treating our citizens like criminals and like dirt. And this started way before Trump. I am ashamed of this country and I hate it with everything I am. This country is willing to let its people die and suffer so we can make money and for a million different reasons. Democrats and Republicans alike and I'll burn in hell. You shut down the government but your paycheck doesn't stop, does it, you greedy fucking bastards. Obama care and Medicaid is in the toilet and people are dying and suffering, but you're fucking health care plan is perfect, ain't it? Go fuck yourselves. All of you. i'm in this mess because of what doctors have done to me. Have they been punished? Of course not. Just me. And now I could be in trouble with the law for trying to get a prescription filled and a bullshit government system. Does anybody else suffer? No. The people who make these laws don't suffer. They are all doing just fine, aren't they? AREN'T THEY? FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. IT'S BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING LIES THAT WENT INTO EFFECT JANUARY 1, IT'S BECAUSE OF THOSE LAWS THAT I WAS KICKED OFF HOSPICE. BECAUSE I SUDDENLY DIDN'T MEET REGULATIONS BECAUSE GOD FOR BID I DID NOT DIE FAST ENOUGH FOR YOU PEOPLE. I AM SO FUCKING SORRY I MESSED UP YOUR SYSTEM BY NOT DYING QUICK ENOUGH FOR YOU. SO FUCKING SORRY I INCONVENIENCED YOU AND CAUSED YOU TO DO A FEW MORE PAGES OF PAPERWORK. SO SORRY. and now this? And fuck you too, Governor John Kacic. All the bullshit you have done in office. The way you altered abortion law so even if the mothers life depends on it, she is an allowed to have one. Ohio has the toughest abortion laws in the country because of you and I don't give a fuck how religious you are, if a woman's life depends on it, FUCKING SAVE HER. HAVE YOU NO FUCKING BRAINS? YOU DO REALIZE A FETUS CAN'T LIVE IN A MOTHERS UTERUS WHEN THE MOTHER IS DEAD. YOU DO THE SURGERY/TERMINATION AND AT LEAST YOU SAVE ONE LIFE. FORCE HER TO NOT GET AN ABORTION AND YOU KILL BOTH OF THEM YOU FUCKING MORON. BUT NO, YOU'RE RIGHT. FUCK WOMEN AND THEIR RIGHTS. BUT GOD FOR BID ANYONE COMES FOR YOUR RIGHTS TO YOUR GUN, RIGHT? TO A PIECE OF METAL THAT DOES NOTHING BUT KILL. THAT'S OK. BUT A WOMAN'S LIFE? WHO CARES. SHE GETS AN ABORTION TO SAVE HER OWN LIFE AND SHE'S A FUCKING MURDER AND YOU SAY THAT WHILE YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR MURDER WEAPON IN YOUR HOLSTER. YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITES this isn't even about religion. It's about common sense and not letting people suffer. If a woman is dying on the table and you can save her life, fucking save her life. Don't call her a murderer for wanting to live. You fucking assholes. everyone in Ohio fucking hates this man because of all he has done to his constituents in Ohio. We are all suffering while he isn't. Look what he's done to me with his laws, even the pharmacists I have talked to have said they despise him for all the rules he put in place that is doing nothing but hurting patients who need help. GOVERNOR JOHN KACIC: FUCK YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR, YOU INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE PRICK. I WOULDN'T WISH MY HELL EVEN ON YOU BUT YOU SURE AS HELL DON'T MIND IF I GO THROUGH IT, RIGHT? RIGHT. I wrote my dear old "governor and "a letter (feel free to do so yourselves if you wish) but I know he's not even going to read it. In order to read it, he would have to care and he does not. not to mention that my mother now has no insurance either and she needs brain surgery too. her insurance premiums went up to $666 a month. Pretty fitting number, right? The mark of the devil? Health insurance? Same fucking thing. This is Satans System so it should be marked by Satans number. everyone in the government says the system is bullshit but they don't do anything about it. All the doctor say the system is bullshit but they don't do anything about it. The nurses, the pharmacies, everybody says it's bullshit. But they don't do anything about it. So fuck all of them too. so now on top of the intense pain and worry, I have to worry about going to jail too? I've done nothing wrong but try to survive. And trying to survive has not wrong. I don't know if I've been turned in, if I'll be question, what the penalty is, or if anything will even happen at all. The pharmacist wasn't really clear on what he was going to do. Maybe he just like the whole thing go after I left because he pitied me. maybe he turned me in for fraud but it's not something the government is going to pursue, because maybe they see why I was doing that and that I was just trying to get my prescription filled because of my fucking brain infection. I just simply don't know. But for days now, every time I hear a siren I keep thinking it's the cops coming to raid my house or something. Coming to arrest me. I just can't fucking believe what is going on right now. I am so fed up and exhausted. I am so scared. fuck this entire country. I would give anything to live in a different country, in a country where they care about their citizens and don't let them suffer. Because it Country sure as hell is in America. America and its government does not end it isn't just what I am going through. Did you know there is a drug over in Europe that can cure people of their heroin addiction and eight hours? They are calling at the miracle drug, and drug overdoses have dropped to almost nonexistent numbers across the ocean. But American lawmakers and big Pharma don't bring it over here. Why? Because they can't make money off it. That's the only reason. And what's fucked up is that the government admits that's the only reason. We don't have the patent, someone in Europe does. So if we brought it over here, they would make the money, not us. so they will not bring that drug over here that will cure you of addiction. I am not fucking kidding. they sit there and complain about the opioid and heroin epidemic but then they won't bring the drug over here that can cure it's all simply because they can't make money off it. They would rather people like me and my beloved Monsie have to go through what we go through, and have to go without, instead. That's the worst part. It's all about money. We don't have to be suffering right now but our government is letting us just out of spite and money and fuck America for that. that's proof that lawmakers clearly don't care about the opioid epidemic and the heroine use because they could cure it almost overnight but they won't. Instead, people like me end up in prison for just trying to survive. I have never been more disgusted in my whole life. not only do I have to suffer because of the doctors mistakes, because of the heroin overdoses and the attics to do it, not only do I have to suffer because of my family and because of my government, but I could very well die very soon here when I don't have to because the government is making laws to make it harder on me just because they can't make money off the easy way, and the way that will save lives. America, go fuck yourself. You are a horrible country run by horrible people and I am ashamed to be an American. Shame on all of you. I don't deserve this.

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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter XII; Argued Risk

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince!Tom Hiddleston x Thief! Reader

Warning!: Language, Angst, Sisterly fight

Please read the Author’s Note.

The sound of the door opening made Amelie look up from the papers in her hands. It was early in the morning, the sun had risen a half an hour ago and the younger sister was already hard at work, going over the information they’d gathered in secret. They’d already come up with a plan, but she wanted to make sure all the information and details in their notes applied to it. Everything had to be perfect. If anything went wrong, even slightly, the entire plan would go up in flames. Hopefully, not in the literal sense.

Y/N walked out of her room, hair a mess, nightwear still on, and squinting as she tried to get used to the light in the main room. “Morning sleeping beauty,” Amelie greeted, “Have a nice day yesterday?” Y/N walked around the loveseat, sitting in the armrest and focusing on her sister on the other side. “You could say that,” she replied bluntly. Not sparing a look at Amelie, she leaned towards the center table and took a few of the papers Amelie was looking at. “What are we looking for,” she asked, turning her attention to the information on the pages. Amelie looked at her sister in bewilderment. She completely changed the topic. Something was off. “Ok, what’s up?” Amelie asked, intent on finding out what was bothering Y/N. “Nothing,” Y/N lied, still focused on the papers in her hands. “You’re lying,” Amelie insisted, “I know that behavior. Something happened yesterday and it’s bugging you. Tell me or I’ll beat it out of you.” Y/N looked up from her papers, fully intending to deny Amelie’s allegations. Her words were cut off before they sounded through the room. “Before you think about lying,”  Amelie interrupted, “Just remember I know where you sleep.” 

“Your threats don’t really mean much when there’s nothing wrong.” Y/N maintained. All things considered, it’d be more convenient if she denied anything ever happening. That’s what she planned. Amelie let the papers in her hands drop to her lap and turned to glare at Y/N. So this is how it would go. They rarely disagreed with each other. Most of the time, they had a common goal that would prevent it from happening. It was rare when they would argue, but when they did, it was most likely about something to do with the job. This was no different. Amelie had a hunch it had something to do with Thomas, but she wasn’t sure what. They needed to talk about this before it affected the plan.

“You won’t tell me?” Amelie asked, fixing her posture as she spoke. Still refusing to give her any attention, Y/N sunk further into the seat. “There’s nothing to tell,” she replied simply, lifting the papers slightly in an attempt to cover her sister’s glare. “You and I both know that’s not true,” Amelie argued, “Tell me.” Y/N lowered the papers, daring to look at Amelie’s unfaltering glare. “Nothing happened. You’re being paranoid.” Y/N tried, her eyes fixing on Amelie’s eyebrows to not look away while not looking at her in the eye. They both knew Y/N had certain tendencies that told she was lying. She couldn’t look at Amelie in the eye when she lied. Looking at her eyebrows was the next best thing that wouldn’t raise suspicion. Amelie, however, still wasn’t having it. 

“I’ve known you for years. We’re a year apart and know absolutely everything about each other. I can tell when you’re lying. So you can either tell me what’s going on or I ask loverboy.” Amelie threatened, glaring daggers into her eyes. Y/N sighed, understanding the predicament she was currently in. As much as she didn’t want to tell her, she couldn’t risk Amelie going to speak to Thomas herself. She looked away from Amelie’s face, pondering how to begin the conversation that would end in an argument. It was inevitable. 

Ignoring the screams from the little voice of her conscious, Y/N began, “We talked yesterday. I tried to push him away. I tried to convince him he didn’t want to be with me.” Amelie’s expression changed, “So what happened.” Letting herself slump into the chair in defeat, she continued, “He told me all these things. Things I’ve heard from others before, but never this sincere. He said he wanted to be with me. That’s all he wants.” Amelie looked to the ground, straightening her posture in the chair. “What did you say?” she asked, a distracted tone enveloped her words. She knew this was risky territory. “I..” Y/N stuttered, a subtle tear hiding in her left eye. Taking in a breath, she prepared to give her sister the truth, “I told him I felt the same.” 

Amelie stood suddenly from her seat. She began to pace behind the couch. Arms crossed, she looked at anything but Y/N. “I told him that I felt the same, but I wasn’t going to stay.” Y/N snaps. Amelie stopped mid-step, still not looking in her direction, but encouraging her to continue. “I told him I was going to leave after the coronation. I said I was going back home and everything was going back to normal,” she finished. Amelie turned her body to look at the, now tear-stained face, of her regretful sister. She couldn’t think of anything to say. She felt irritated, betrayed, and disappointed. Y/N confessed her feelings for him. That put them in a difficult situation. What if he decided to follow her? What if he began to investigate her? What if he decided to call their “father” and ask for a blessing? What if this was their downfall? 

“Did you not think about what would happen?” Amelie shouted, “Did it not cross your mind that maybe this is what would make us get caught?” Y/N stood from her seat, the papers from her lap falling to the floor. “I wasn’t thinking,” she cried. “That's the problem,” Amelie snapped. “You weren’t thinking when you kissed him! You weren’t thinking when you let him get close! And you certainly weren’t thinking when you confessed to him! When do you ever think?”   

“Stop! Just shut up for a second!” Y/N lamented. “I fucked up, I know that now. But we can’t do much about it. I didn’t want to get this close, but he just kept pushing. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to push him harder. I’m sorry I got lost in what I felt. I’m sorry I fell for the one person that was completely off-limits. I’m sorry I felt something other than determination for the very first time.” Amelie looked at her toes, slouching her shoulders while keeping her arms crossed. “The job is at risk,” Y/N continued, “But we can still get it done.” 

Amelie let her arms go and sighed deeply. She slid down to the floor and sat cross-legged, her hands holding on to her ankles. Y/N sighed, approaching her and kneeling in front of her. She put her hand on Amelie’s shoulder, searching for her eyes. “You want to insult me,” she asked gently as Amelie slowly met her eyes. “Where’s the fun in that when you’re expecting it?” Amelie laughed softly. Y/N tilted her head and offered her a smile, “You can still try.” Amelie rolled her eyes, adjusting her posture. “You’re a pain in the ass and I’m constantly wondering how we came from the same person,” she said in a calm voice. Y/N’s smile widened and she began to chuckle lightly. 

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Amelie perked up abruptly. “This can still work.” She stated. Y/N raised her eyebrow, urging her to continue. “You can use this to your advantage. We know the secured room is on the same floor as the balcony he took you to. If you can find a way to be there at the right time, the plan could still work.” she concluded, keeping the same tone as earlier. Y/N looked slightly concerned at the thought. “All you have to do,” Amelie continued, “Is not get attached.”

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A/N:.......So let’s chat. The past few days have been a bit hectic. Between disinfecting the house, keeping track of what we have and need to buy, and dealing with school work and an uneven sleeping schedule, it’s been a rough week. BUT I am back and will continue to post chapters regularly. I might space out the last few chapters a bit for suspense purposes but apart from that, everything will go back to normal. Also, if you want updates or to be added into the masterlist for the upcoming works, please let me know as I am building it before the series’ begin i can’t grammar today. Anyway, I love you guys so much!! Thank you for continuing to support me and I hope you are doing well! Thank you for the lovely comments and messages you guys send me, I can’t tell you how much it means to me💖💖💖💖. As always, feel free to leave me any feedback or questions you may have about anything, seriously anything, and I will respond ASAP. I love you all and please stay safe out there!!! 

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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter III; Simple Dreams

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince!Tom Hiddleston x Theif!Reader

The limousine door opened, greeting the sisters once more. After a long welcome by the royal staff, Y/N and Amelie finally made their way to the place they’d rest for the night. It had been nearly seven hours since the pair had stepped foot in Audrilluria, and so far, everything had gone smoothly. The sun was already setting, illuminating the island in a lavish purple tint with feathery pink and yellow clouds floating overhead. Amelie entered the vehicle first, letting out a long sigh of relief the instant she let her tired feet rest below her. Y/N followed suit. Both sisters exhausted by the day’s activities. Both impatiently waiting the moment they could rest their backs on what they’d assumed was a mattress made from the richest cloud royal wealth could buy. 

“How much longer until we arrive at the guest house,” Amelie asked the driver, who until now had been quiet since their arrival. “It’ll only be a couple minutes, Lady Santiago. The Guest House is a mile south of the castle. Once we arrive, your Chaperone, Edmundo will take you to your joint room and help you settle down,” the driver replied, his baritone voice sounded with hints of a northern Irish accent.

“Thank you, Mr.--” 

“Corb, Elliot Corb.”

“Mr. Corb it is then,” Y/N confirmed. There was a brief pause surrounded only by the gentle whirring of the air that passed the vehicle. “I assume you would like some time in private,” Corb spoke before closing the window that separated the driver's seat from the rest of the vehicle. 

Amelie turned to her sister, sure that they were given complete privacy. “That was an eventful first day.” Y/N nodded, letting her shoulders slump into the seat. “Absolutely,” she sighed. “How many times did we have to repeat our names to other noble persons?” Amelie laughed lightly rolling her eyes and relaxing into the seat as well, “I lost count after a thousand! And it’s only the first day.” Y/N shook her head and shivered slightly. “If this is what it’s been like so far, I can’t imagine how we’ll feel after two weeks.” Amelie groaned playfully. 

She turned her attention to the window, captivated by how the light from the sky illuminated the lush green life outside the vehicle. The trees and vast areas of grass painted by the purple tint coming from the sky. Y/N followed her sister’s gaze, seeing the same beauty of the island, finding herself captivated as well. “This place really is straight out of a fairytale,” Amelie said for the second time since their arrival. As the vehicle slowed, the peaceful green scenery was replaced by a garden with a large fountain. Turning into the driveway, the limousine’s windows revealed a large, illuminated building. It’s beauty second only to the castle they’d come from. Its white, window covered walls were decorated by golden accents. The vehicle stopped in front of the guest house entrance and Edmundo opened the door. 

“Welcome to Queen Georgiana Clementine Rosewell's Guest House,” he announced, motioning to the entrance with his right arm. Y/N stepped out first, still admiring the building’s beauty. “Woah,” Amelie gasped, following Y/N, “This is definitely not what I was expecting!” Edmundo chuckled, leading them through the doors, “You’re in Audrilluria, you’ll have to get used to fairytale life.” 

They walked passed the lobby and entered one of the elevators, also decorated in the same white and gold as the rest of the building. Once the doors closed, Y/N turned to Edmundo, “Shouldn’t we check in first?” Edmundo regarded the older sister, “No, no, that’s already been taken care of, madame. One of the perks of having a chaperone. We are headed to your suite on the third floor. I hope you don’t mind separate beds in a joint room.” 

The elevator doors opened to reveal a long hallway with three doors on each side. The walls were decorated with chestnut pillars and intricate designs that looked more like they were painted instead of wallpaper. “Down the hall to suite 142,” Edmundo instructed. They continued down the hall, taking in every detail of the walls. They stopped in front of the last door on the left. Edmundo opened the door to reveal a large, brightly lit room. Everything was cream and had bronze-colored accents. The room consisted of two couches and an ottoman in the center and a chandelier hanging overhead. The decor around the room matched the overall vintage royal feel of the room. 

The girls looked around the room in absolute awe. “Ah, I see you like it!” Edmundo walked around the room, making sure everything was in order. “As I said, you have to get used to fairytale life.” Amelie walked around the room and stopped at the door on the right. She turned the knob and opened the door to reveal a dazzling aquamarine room adorned to the brim with bronze accents and a few cream structural accents. The walls had a few paintings of former Audrillurian royalty with a plaque identifying them. The bed matched the chairs and carpet and the chandelier was a smaller version of the one in the main room. 

Edmundo walked in behind her, smiling. “The room across from it is the exact same in looks,” He commented. He motioned to the corner that contained her luggage. Walking out of the room, he addressed both girls, “Well I will leave the two of you to rest. There is a telephone in both rooms and you will have an 8 am wake up call followed by a breakfast gathering at 9:30. Anything else, just dial the front desk and ask for me.” Edmundo walked out to the hallway, leaving both girls to marvel in the room’s charming appeal.

“Ok, so today we rest, and tomorrow..” Amelie started. Y/N snapped out of her stupor and turned to her. “Tomorrow we use to gather intel. After breakfast, we’ll have a few hours of recreational time before the ball. We'll get as much Intel now so we can put parts of the plan together accordingly. After tomorrow, we only have a week and five days until the coronation. We can't waste time unnecessarily." 

Amelie sat down in one of the large main room couches. "So let's start listing our options for intel."

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              “Well,” Charles started dramatically, “That was hell!” Thomas walked over to his bed and let all his weight drop. “You’re not making this feel any better.” Lying on his stomach, he let himself relax while facing Charles. “I’m right! I miss the simplicity of not having to impress other noblemen and focussing simply on governing the people behind closed doors.” Charles continued. To this, Thomas sat up, facing him with a slight hint of annoyance in his tone, “That’s not exactly what I would consider simplicity.” 

Charles turned to him, his face contorting with confusion. A sudden wave of realization washed over him and he turned to fully face Thomas. “Oh! Right, don’t mistake your cherished dream of the simple life for the luxury of living quite literally like kings! How could I forget?” Thomas sighed, relaxing once more on the bed. “Perhaps we should just try our best to deal with being good hosts for the rest of the time they are here.” Dismissively, he kicked off his shoes and undid his tie, setting it neatly onto the nightstand to his right. 

“Right, right let’s talk about something more interesting,” Charles began. Thomas, having enough for the day, covered his eyes with his arm, “And what would that be?” Charles smirked deviously, going to sit at the foot of the bed and leaning in towards him.”Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring quite intently at the daughters of the Spanish Marquess,” he teased. Thomas removed his arm from his face and stared intently at the ceiling. For a moment, he tried to analyze what Charles was insinuating. For a moment, he wondered if he wanted to know. 

“What exactly are you implying?” He asked, almost instantly regretting his question. Charles leaned in closer, his smirk growing. “I think you know. I mean it’s one thing to stare because they finally revealed themselves to the world, but your wandering eyes never left one sister in particular.” Thomas shot him a warning glare. “Why is that, dearest cousin?” Charles persisted.

Thomas sighed, “You said it yourself, I was surprised to finally see them at all.” 

“Of course, of course. It’s not at all because she was beautiful and carried herself in a way that suggested she was a free spirit,” Charles teased. “It’s not at all because the colors of her outfit perfectly complimented the color of her skin. Or how her clothes accentuated her features. Or how her hair brought out the sparkle in those beautiful eyes.” Thomas sat up. “Or how--” “Enough,” Thomas interrupted. Charles chuckled. 

“Well then,” He stood, walking back towards the door, “I’ll leave you to dream about a simple life with the beautiful Santiago heiress. Y/N, was it?” With that, he left Thomas alone with his thoughts. Maybe Charles was right. Maybe he did feel a certain infatuation with the Spanish Marquess’s eldest daughter. Maybe there was a possibility that at least one of the things he longed for could be true. Maybe--

He shook those thoughts out of his head. Simplicity has never been a part of his life, and that wouldn’t change when he was crowned king. He had to get up early tomorrow, so he had no time to melt his mind over the ‘what if. Charles was right though, he could always dream. 

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A/N: This chapter is a little shorter, but it’s done. This took me a while because of a mild writer’s block, but it worked out in the end. Another added character, yay! Let me know if I missed you on the taglist!! Anyway, feel free to give me feedback, as I would really appreciate it!! Have a great day!! New Chapter on Tuesday!!

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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter VIII; False Truths

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince!Tom Hiddleston x Thief! Reader

(Plz read the Author’s note at the end!)

“You did what?!” Augustus’s voice rang through the corridor. He and Thomas walked into the breakfast hall, a seemingly permanent smile on Thomas’s face. “I kissed her,” he repeated, he remembered the moment for the millionth time since it happened. Both men sat down at the table as the servers placed glasses of orange juice in front of them and left to bring their food. “I heard you the first time,” Augustus scoffed, “But why?!” Thomas sighed happily, turning to look outside the window at the sky outside. The weather seemed to fit his mood perfectly; bright and clear. “It was a spur of the moment thing.” Thomas explained, “After our dance, I took her to see the lanterns from the center balcony and it just happened, I suppose.” Augustus looked at his friend in confusion, “ ‘It just happened’ Was there any reason for it just happening?’ Thomas turned back to him, “I can’t explain it. It felt like the right thing to do. It was an impulse and honestly, I’m glad I didn’t overthink.” 

The servers entered the room and began to place their food in front of them. Both men thanked their server and continued their conversation. “Did she at least kiss back?” Augustus asked as he prepared to enjoy his meal. Thomas smiled widely. He remembered their moment again, quietly yearning to repeat it again. “She did,” he responded quietly. Augustus looked surprised for a moment but quickly changed his expression to show he was vicariously happy for his dear friend. 

They momentarily fell into silence as they enjoyed their meals respectively before Augustus suddenly perked up. “Is it not too quiet this morning?” he asked looking over to Thomas. Thomas turned to him, “Charles had to finish some arrangements for the upcoming meetings.” Augustus nodded, “Will he be at the lunch gathering?” Thomas gave him a look, “Are you still going to pursue your feelings for him?”  

“Yes,” Augustus said simply, “If you are pursuing your feelings for a woman you met recently, I can pursue my feelings for a man I’ve known all my life.” Thomas nodded in understanding. He raised his glass, preparing for a toast. “To our love lives,” he said as Augustus collided his glass with Thomas’s. “May we be successful in achieving happiness.”

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   “So you kissed him?!” Amelie asked in disbelief. Amelie and Y/N were on their way to the lunch gathering at the castle’s garden. “He kissed me,” Y/N corrected. Amelie fully turned her body to face her sister, confusion etched onto her features. “But you kissed back?! Did you really think that was a good idea?” Y/N looked away, “I wasn’t thinking. The moment was.. foggy. I wasn’t thinking and I’m not sure he was thinking.” Amelie let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re getting too close! This is dangerous!”

“I know!” Y/N snapped, “I’ll try to make whatever happened last night end, but it could be pivotal to the job.” Amelie looked out the window just as their car stopped in front of the garden’s entrance. “I hope you do it quickly,” Amelie urged, “We’re running out of time. We have to get the plan together.” The valet worker opened their door and the sisters stepped out into the garden.

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Y/N finished her drink as she walked to the table where she had left her bag. They’d arrived at the lunch meeting 30 minutes ago and so far, Y/N had only talked to the other nobles. She had yet to see the person she tried to avoid, which was good, but that also meant she didn’t see Augustus either. He was part of the plan, having contact with him was critical. Picking up her phone to check the time and for notifications. Nothing. 

“Pardon me, miss,” she heard a familiar voice say behind her. Shit. She turned around to look directly into Thomas’s gorgeous blue eyes. “I couldn’t help but notice you seem to be lacking company,” Thomas continued. Y/N adjusted her stance, taking a small step back. “I’ve spoken to everyone here,” she stated plainly. “It would appear you have missed me. Or rather, I have missed you,” Thomas says, a smile on his lips. “After one kiss you can’t forget me? Isn’t it a bit soon to say such things,” she questions. Thomas chuckles, putting both hands in his pockets, “You, my dear, are unforgettable.” 

Y/N laughs a little. They fell into a comfortable silence, only looking into each other’s eyes. The feeling from last night returned and Y/N forgot about her discussion earlier. “Would you like to join me on a walk in the gardens?” Thomas asked, reaching out his hand and hoping she would accept. “I would,” Y/N said, taking his hand and letting him lead her through the garden.

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Laughter rang through the garden originating from the prince and his guest. “Augustus never told me he was such a charmer as a child,” Y/N laughed, walking alongside Thomas. “He was-- amongst other things--charming,” Thomas confirmed. Y/N giggled, giving Thomas a sweet smile that he swore made his heart skip a beat. “What about you? How was your youth with your sister?” Thomas asked suddenly, catching her off guard. “Well, what can I say,” she began, “We’ve always been close, given that there weren’t many children around for us to be close to anyone other than each other.” Thomas nodded, understanding what it was to have only limited connections. He smiled, urging her to continue. 

Y/N shook her head, “There isn’t much to tell.” Thomas led her over to the rose bushes. “I heard from Gus that you didn’t grow up near a garden that held many flowers,” He mentioned. “He’s right, but I didn’t think he’d talk about me,” she muttered, “It was more of a city area. We only ever had indoor plants and the occasional bouquet that would only last a couple of weeks.” Thomas smiled softly, picking one of the roses, taking off the thorns, and tucking the stem behind her ear. “Then, for the time being, this garden is yours as well,” he whispered, deeply looking into her eyes.

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A/N: OK, this chapter was definitely shorter than the others. I wanted it to fill in some information while at the same time slowly grow their relationship. Anyway, thank you guys so much for reading!! It makes me so incredibly happy to read your comments and messages! Thank you for your support! What do you think about the outfit? Feel free to send me feedback and/or questions about anything honestly. I am planning to write other stuff when we get to the halfway point of Heart of Audrilluria, but I’m not sure any of you would be interested. Plz let me know. I love you guys! Have a wonderful week and please stay safe out there!!

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